After the death of her adoptive parents, Song Ci experienced a lot of things, but there were only two things that really stuck in her heart, one was what happened to the man who gave her food.

One thing is how to tell Mr. he was wrong.

For the former, how many times has Song Ci been worried, but how many times has he learned that he has saved the day, so he has become a little used to it.

For the latter, Song Ci didn't think much about it in the years when he walked the rivers and lakes with Gongsun Zhishui and Mao Qiuqing, maybe one day he would shoot a sword to Mr., and there would be very powerful people around him, and then he and that person came and went to have a good time, and finally died by himself.

I even thought that one day my husband would be left alone, and he would jump out and sneer and say sir, do you regret it, my husband will be very pitiful and wagging his tail like a dog and begging for mercy - although this will never be.

But Song Ci did think a lot.

The only thing I didn't expect was that Mr. would willingly hold this mortal sword.

was stabbed in the heart, and the gods could not live.

Song Ci smiled sadly, and suddenly fulfilled his wish, his heart was empty, his whole body seemed to be emptied, and there was no reason to persevere.

Myself...... Death too, right?

While his consciousness was still clear, Song Ci let go of his sword, took two steps back and sat on the ground, and said with a sad smile: "Sir, do you know that you are wrong?" ”

Knowing your mistakes is not ashamed.

What is shameful is that he knows that he is wrong, but he still insists and does not repent.

The black-clothed literati was still sitting there, with Song Ci's sword stuck in his heart, it was said that he should be cut off at this moment, but he was like a normal person, he just restrained the smile on his face, and returned to the dead face that was never expressionless, shook his head, stared straight at Song Ci with those beautiful eyes, and sighed: "What is right or wrong?" ”

Song Ci was stunned, and then said angrily: "The difference between right and wrong, doesn't Mr. know." ”

The black-clothed literati nodded, "I know, but you don't know Song Ci." ”

Since I was your husband, even if the swords are facing each other now, I am willing to teach you again, after all, I have seen the two worlds, and what I know is beyond the reach of your Song Ci.

Song Ci snorted coldly, "It's not right to kill people after all." ”

But it didn't have much momentum.

Song Ci also understands in his heart that Mr. understands more than himself.

The black-clothed literati said slowly: "There is no absolute saying in the world, in other words, there is no absolute saying that can prove that killing people is wrong, let me ask you a question, a question thrown by a certain big official over there in the East has stumped countless talents." ”

After pondering for a long time, he said: "There is a small mountain, there is a river under the mountain, and the upstream flood passes through at the right time, and at this moment Song Ci you are standing on the top of the mountain, and there is a big stone at your foot that can be easily pushed down the mountain, once the big stone is pushed down the mountain, the flood in the river can be diverted." ”

"However, on the original channel on the left side of the river, there are five people in Huanyi at this moment, and if the flood does not change course, all five people will be swept away, and they will all die in the flood."

"If the river is diverted, it will flow to the right, and on the right, there is a man working in the field, and if the river is diverted, the person will be swept away and he will die in the flood."

"So Song Ci, do you push the stone or not?"

"Push the stones, save five people."

"Don't push stones, save someone."

"How do you choose?"

This story, when the black-clothed literati was a teenager, was extremely popular in Dazheng, and countless talented Confucians, and even Taoist land immortals were stumped by this problem and became popular for many years.

And the person who raised this question was also reused by Liu Chan, the emperor of the Great Levy, and when he left Dongtu, that person repeatedly made shocking acts, and he was already the god of wealth on the rich side.

When Song Ci heard this, he said without hesitation: "Of course it's pushing." ”

The black-clothed literati sighed, "Why?" ”

Song Ci thought for a moment, "Because five is greater than one." ”

The black-clothed literati shook his head, "But Song Ci, have you ever thought that the person who cultivated the field could not have died, but he died because you pushed down the boulder river and diverted it, strictly speaking, you killed him, so, you absolutely you pushed down the boulder is right?" ”

"Is it right to kill an innocent person?"

Song words are sluggish.

This...... It does seem to make some sense.

Then he said a little angrily: "Then don't push." ”

The black-clothed literati still shook his head, "However, the five people in the raccoon clothes, because you don't push the stones, will be swept away by the flood, and the five lives, you could have saved them with a single effort, but you turned a blind eye and let the five of them be swept away and died, isn't this also a kind of murder?" ”

"Of course, it's not true."

Song Ci was stunned, feeling that what Mr. said was reasonable.

But that's hard.

Pushing is killing one person, and not pushing is killing five people.

Five are greater than one, but that one is the most innocent of all.

Is it wrong to push or not?

The black-clothed literati was silent for a long time, and sounded the Great Levy of the World, because of this question, countless Confucians quarreled endlessly, and even a certain Taoist land immortal was also caught in it, causing the Dao heart to be disordered and fell from the land immortal.

There is really no solution to this problem.

Even the literati in black themselves didn't know how to choose the most correct one.

But he understands a little.

If he was really in that situation, he would definitely kill one person and save five people - this is exactly the same thing he did in Da Liang.

sighed: "There is no right or wrong in this matter, in fact, Song Ci, many things in the world are like this, there is no right or wrong at all, in your opinion it is the right thing, but in the eyes of others, it is wrong, just like the death of your adoptive parents, in your eyes I did wrong, but in my eyes, it is the right way I can choose in that situation." ”

After a pause, "Even though you won't agree, I'm going to say that I'm not wrong." ”

For the sake of the Great Soviet.

Everything I do, even if the whole world thinks I'm doing it wrong, I don't feel wrong.

Song Ci was stunned when he heard this.

immediately bit his mouth, and the killing intent was publicized, "Sir, why are you unwilling to admit your mistake?" ”

Although she had accepted the words of the black-clothed literati in her heart.

In Mr.'s heart, the two lives of his adoptive parents are never as good as his ideals, so he thinks it's right - in this case, he doesn't ask Mr. whether he is right or wrong, but asks about hatred.

Of course, the revenge of killing his father must be avenged.

The black-clothed literati frowned, endured the pain, and pulled out the long sword inserted in his heart, and the strange thing was that after the blood was gurgling for a moment, the wound began to heal and scar.

It's like an immortal!

The black-clothed literati held the long sword upside down, pointed the hilt of the sword towards Song Ci, and handed it over, "Because sir, I'm not wrong." ”

After a pause, "I've paid for your life." ”

Song Ci didn't take the sword, but he looked serious: "Sir, you are not dead." ”

The black-clothed literati sighed, "Actually, I'm dead, no one can not die without stabbing the heart, and the land immortals can't do it." ”

Song Ci looked puzzled.

But you're still alive and well, and you're still so energetic.

The black-clothed literati thought for a while, unwilling to deceive this student who had been favored by him, and asked, "Do you remember the pot of flowers that Tang Shi took care of?" ”

Song Ci nodded.

"That flower I brought from Dongtu, before coming to Daliang from Dongtu, someone stole it from the Great Zheng Emperor, nine peanuts, then I have nine lives, you really killed me once."

Song Ci was silent, and suddenly raised his head, "But I think sir, you should really pay for my adoptive parents." ”

The black-clothed literati had a slight headache for Song Ci's stubbornness.

It was immediately relieved that she was such a person, otherwise she would not have come to this point.

After a long silence, "Today you are no longer able to use the sword, if you still want to kill me, then you will be in the east, but since I have repaid your life, if you use the sword against me again, you will have to bear my counterattack." ”

There is a fair rule for things in the world.

Although he played a trick himself.

However, before the Great Su did not return to the country, he could not die.

So......

Back in Dongtu, if Song Ci uses a sword against himself again, she will definitely die, and this self-confidence is still available to the black-clothed literati.

Although the Great Chu died in the country, the Chu family was finally saved by his father.

That vein has been dormant and watchful for many years.

The power is not to be underestimated.

Song Ci was gloomy, and then suddenly came to his senses, he was seriously injured when he pierced through Tang Shi's body protection statue, and he should have been cut off at this moment, why......

Song Ci lowered his head, suddenly.

The look is complicated.

"Sir, why did you save me?"

Tang Shi was sitting on the petals of the black-clothed literati's chest at this moment, and under his feet, countless Ambilights poured in, swimming along the bloodlines of his body on the shocking injuries.

It seems that there are countless little people, holding embroidery needles in their hands, and knitting and sewing stitch after stitch to mend flesh and blood.

It's slow though.

But with the help of these little people's streamers, the flesh and blood are slowly recovering, and it may not be long before the injuries in his body will be completely healed.

It's magical.

Mr.'s methods are indeed close to Taoism.

The black-clothed literati sighed: "Pay for your life, save your life, now you and I don't owe each other, see each other again, if the sword is against each other, you and I will cherish each other, so that we can do it ourselves." ”

Song Ci was silent.

The black-clothed literati also stopped talking, Song Ci's injury was extremely serious, even if he used the flower of death to make up for his flesh and blood, it would take a long time, during this period, she and herself in the bud could not leave.

The inside of the bud belongs to a separate world, independent of the outside.

……

……

Tang Shi in Tsing Yi stood in the King of Fudong, without a sword in her hand, but she gave people the feeling that she was full of swords all over her body, and once she came out of the sword, she would be indestructible.

Under the unparalleled potential, Tang poetry itself is like a sword.

Li Ruyu held a rusty sword, and looked at Tang Shi in Tsing Yi lightly, without falling behind at all.

At this moment, both of them were quiet.

Previously, Tang Shi was worried about the literati in black, and Li Ruyu was worried about Song Ci.

Although the huge bud separated the two worlds, the current realm of the two of them is in Vientiane, and they can sense that the black-clothed literati and Song Ci are not in danger of their lives.

Then next, naturally, is a life-and-death battle between the two.

Tang Shi took out the sword again, and it was the thirteenth sword.

But at this moment, since he is a rare opponent, of course he has to say two words of sympathy, Tang Shi does have something to say, and said softly: "There are some things that I have always been reluctant to admit, but now I have to admit that you are worthy of Song Ci." ”

In fact, from beginning to end, I felt that Li Ruyu was not worthy of the joy of Song Ci.

Because of herself, she used to really treat her as a sister.

Li Ruyu laughed and was speechless.

Tang Shi pondered for a while, "After killing you today, I will bring Song Ci back to Dongtu and let her forget you forever." ”

Li Ruyu sighed, "Not to mention whether you can kill me, but have you ever thought about whether she is willing to go back to Dongtu with you, of course, this point is not important, since I am here, no one can take her away." ”

Tang Shi raised his eyebrows, "I still have two swords." ”

Li Ruyu stroked the rusty sword and laughed, "I still have ten million swords." ”

Tang Shi was speechless, just as Li Ruyu raised the bar, his next sword thirteen and sword fourteen are not something that you can break by drawing a sword, and it will not leave you a chance to pull out tens of thousands of swords.

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

So he drew his sword.

Sword thirteen, the fairy king abandons the sword momentum!

Tang Shi didn't have a sword in her hand, the sword was in the Heavenly Dome White Jade Jing, but she still held the sword, and then handed a sword to Li Ruyu gently.

Killer Sword!

The protective King of Fudo suddenly shone brightly, and his eyes were angry and life and death were facing each other, but he suddenly drooped his eyelids.

I can't bear to see life and death.

It even sounded the name of the Buddha who was sad and compassionate, as if he wanted to use the supreme Dharma to cross the soul of the dead who died in the immortal king's abandonment of the sword.

Above the sky, on the bank of the white jade capital among the colorful clouds, there are countless light and shadow illusions, such as the birth of unicorns, phoenixes, vermilion birds, green dragons and other auspicious beasts, and then everyone in the world seems to hear a squeak.

From the sky.

Someone opened the door in Bai Yujing!

In an instant, the sun was shining, and in the middle of the white jade of the heavy building, a figure stepped out, carrying thousands of feet of light, like carrying a round of tomorrow.

The body is surrounded by sunshine, and the green clothes are fluttering.

A sword at the waist.

Auspicious beasts worship, and all things surrender.

Even if Li Ruyu is in the Vientiane Realm, the moment he saw this vision, he couldn't help but be convinced, Tang Shi's sword path is really a bit against the sky, the person who wears the sword in the sky is really an immortal?

At this moment, not only Li Ruyu, but also Zhao Changyi, a world hero who recognizes himself and does not kneel to anyone in the world, has an impulse to kneel down and worship in his heart.

It was as if the person who might be an immortal was not only an immortal, but the king of immortals.

Immortal King.

The King of Sword Immortals!

What made Li Ruyu even more speechless was that although it was tens of millions of miles away, the king of the sword immortal seemed to be right in front of him.

Visible at a glance.

The man was distinct...... It's Tang Shi himself!

What a vision.

It's incredible, I'm afraid that even if it's the vision that the sword saint induces when he comes out of the sword, it's nothing more than that.

said that it was too late and that was fast, that was like the king of the sword immortal, Tsing Yi Tang Shi stood in front of Bai Yujing, pulled out the sword at his waist, held the hilt of the sword upside down, and released his five fingers, so the sword fell from the sky.

The fairy king abandons the sword!

Li Ruyu felt the biggest sense of crisis since he practiced swords, as if there was really an immortal king who opened the gate of heaven and came to the world, and there was almost no reason to believe that the sword of Tang Shi could also be cut by a saint.

The white heart in his mind, jumping wildly, in a moment, seemed to jump hundreds of times.

Murderous intent.

Without any hesitation, Li Ruyu snorted softly, please sir.

Behind him, the phantom rose like a mountain through the sky.

Previously a sword, has asked the general.

At this moment, behind Li Ruyu, one left and one right, a scholar and a general, the scholar grabs the pen, and the general holds the sword.

Like a great enemy.

Li Ruyu drew his sword and slashed at the sky.

This time with all my might.

It is the sword of the Master's Teaching: the Sword of the Great River.

At the moment when Li Ruyu swung his sword, the calligrapher grabbed the pen, and the pen was like a dragon walking a snake, splashing, as if dragging the entire ink pool, and finally took heaven and earth as the canvas and the entire ink pool as the juice, and wrote three words: no time.

The general holding the sword did not follow Li Ruyu's movements for the first time, but clenched his left hand like a fist, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the huge figure suddenly jumped into the air and slashed the sky with a sword.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood behind the general were all submerged into the huge phantom sword at this moment.

Transformed into a bloody sword.

Visible to all.

So in the eyes of everyone in the martial arts arena, in the eyes of countless people who were noticed by Bai Yujing's opening, in mid-air, a huge blood-colored long sword dozens of meters long inexplicably appeared out of thin air.

Slash the sky.

And Li Ruyu's sword also swung out.

Flip the sky.

With the swing of the rusty sword, the cyan brilliance overflowing from the sword body was driven, and suddenly bloomed, and a large river appeared on the ground out of thin air, hundreds of meters wide.

The crowd even heard the sound of the river surging and rolling.

It's like a real river.

The sword of the great river came up from the sky, but this time, Li Ruyu was going to split the sky upside down.

And so, the sword of the river flowed to the sky.

Cut against the sky.

The cyan river hangs vertically in the sky, goes upstream, and directly cuts the heavenly dome immortal king.