On Luofeng Mountain, everyone has different emotions.

Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting ignored a glance and saluted to the master: "I have to see Mr. today, I am fortunate to have three lives, I hope that Mr. will shine in the cool world, and light the bright moon in the sky for the poet culture." ”

The master smiled, "Both of them have the talent of boxing, but the way of heaven does not allow strangers, the two of them must cherish each other, don't be impatient about the establishment of the mountain, and wait for my inferior disciple for a few years, then the way of heaven will change greatly, and there will be a day when the two of them will show their talents in this world." ”

Wang Mantis and Chen Yuting were surprised.

The two of them really couldn't imagine that Tang Shixian's expectations for Li Ruyu were so high.

Will Li Ruyu be the one who changes the way of heaven?

Shixian's words are certainly credible.

Although the two of them did not complete the task assigned by the black-clothed literati in Shuzhong this time, they had the words of the poet immortal, at least Wang Mantis no longer wanted to open a mountain and establish a faction right now, Chen Yuting, even if he couldn't get the credit of leading the army this time, he could take a step back and establish a fist in Daliang.

The praying mantis fist of the king mantis can open the mountain.

And Chen Yuting's Tai Chi is the same.

The two left together.

Very happy.

Li Pingyang and Chai Shao, the couple, have no interest in staying since Li Ruyu left - one is not very fond of the Mo family's practices, and the other is that they don't know how brilliant the master is.

Simply go back.

It's just that there is a little sadness in my heart.

How could someone like the second brother die?

Li Pingyang is okay, after all, she died early, I only know that the second brother Li Shimin is talented, and he is destined to be a generation of Tianjiao, but Chai Shao is different, he is one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, and he has seen the Zhenguan prosperous era created by Taizong of the Tang Dynasty with his own eyes.

He died only ten years before Li Shimin.

is because he knows best how arrogant a person like Taizong of the Tang Dynasty is, and he is definitely not inferior to the current Empress of Da Liang, he never thought that such a person, after becoming a stranger, he didn't even sweep the waves, and he even died.

What a pity!

The two didn't care much about Li Ruyu being Li Shimin's son - according to Li Ruyu's statement, Li Shimin came to Daliang after Li Ruyu was born.

And then he died.

So there is almost no blood relationship with Li Ruyu.

Despite this, if they meet on the battlefield in the future, Li Pingyang and Chai Shao can defeat Li Ruyu's soldiers and horses, and there is a high probability that they will not kill Li Ruyu, after all, they will be a little involved.

The couple also went down the mountain with great thoughts.

After Ji Yue watched the white line go away, she looked at the master beside her, and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea.

Make a cocoon and wake up the ink giant.

Fortunately, Li Ruyu used his reasoning to make the Mo Giant give up the envelopment of the Mo family's dead soldiers to promote non-attack and love in the cool world, and with the departure of the Mo Giant, the Mo family will continue to be in his own hands.

With the dead soldiers of the Mo family as a sword, he can not only save his father who was a hostage in Shu, but also become a figure like Juzi after the world is unified in the future.

It can even go down in history.

But the Master returned.

The master of Li Ruyu's family actually has not many swords in this world, in fact, there are only two swords.

One of the swords is unknown to the world, and he once received a sword on the top of the mountain that Tsing Yi Xiucai consulted.

The world knows only one sword.

In Guanyu City, singing thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day, stepping into the air and spilling a sword to sprinkle a galaxy, so that the white tiger god of Daliang defeated Zhao Sa and went to Guanyu, far away from the northern barbarians.

That sword is absolutely the right sword fairy style.

What's more, his disciple Li Ruyu's kendo has now become a great success, and famous teachers produce high apprentices, and high apprentices also have famous teachers.

Moreover, after the first battle of Guanyucheng, the martial arts in the cool world have been rising.

Now where is the master's sword path, it can be seen from his blink of an eye from the mountains in Shuzhong to Luofeng Mountain, there are saints in the cool world, so the master's sword is likely to have also entered the sainthood.

The sword master who is overflowing from non-praise.

It's a real sword saint, but according to the master's demeanor, it's not so much a sword saint as a sword immortal.

Immortals are more happy and free than saints.

Da Liang suddenly had a sword immortal, and there were also Li Ruyu, A Mu, Qingyi Xiucai, and the cool officials to come to Chenjun and the like, plus Yan Qing and the sword of the sword room.

The Mo family died, and suddenly there was no capital to influence the situation.

With those dead soldiers of the Mo family, and with Nie Zheng beside him, can he really compete with the group of people of the Empress Daliang?

And looking at the posture of the black-clothed literati, it is obvious that he wants to let his Mo family die first.

Ji Yue was a little dazed.

The master looked at the woman holding the umbrella, and then looked at Nie Zheng in a cloak, and couldn't help but sigh: "I have returned, if I expect it to be true, just wait for me to go to Lin'an to see that woman, the war situation in the cool world will end in a year or two." And your Mo family's moment has left, and all your Mo family can do now is to preach doctrine. ”

He shook his head.

However, non-offensive is not destined to be possible.

What the Mohists can preach is also love, Tianzhi, Ming ghosts and other ideas.

Ji Yue was silent.

Up to now, in the eyes of the black-clothed literati and the master, his ambition is actually tantamount to a joke, and that's it, but his father is still a hostage in Shu.

What can I do?

I am more desperate than anyone else, relying only on myself and Nie Zheng, can I save my father from the hands of the literati in black?

Ji Yue's other hand was suddenly grasped.

A big hand.

Nie Zheng, who had never spoken from beginning to end, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Ji Yue's hand, and even said the first sentence: "I'll save him." ”

Ji Yue didn't struggle, at this moment she suddenly felt that that hand was very warm.

She just wanted to use Nie Zheng from beginning to end, and suddenly felt that Nie Zheng's face was not so terrifying.

Just shook his head in despair: "You can't save it." ”

The master suddenly smiled, looked at the east, and said, "Li Ruyu will go to the East China Sea, it will take about a day and a night, anyway, there is nothing to do, why don't I accompany him to Shuzhong?" ”

Just go and go back.

Ji Yue was a little shocked and surprised: "You are willing to help me save my father, do you know who my father is?" ”

The master shook his head, "I don't know. ”

Ji Yue hesitated for a long time, after all, she saw a glimmer of hope, and knew that if she deceived this sword immortal, it would be very self-defeating, so she said in a low voice: "My father is Prince Yan. ”

The master was indeed a little surprised: "Prince Dan? ”

This is interesting, it is said that Prince Dan pit the Jing Ke in Li Ruyu's body, and he shouldn't save him.

But in order to break the situation of the Mo family, and the words have been spoken, there is absolutely no reason to take it back, and said: "That's okay, it's all in the past, presumably some people won't mind if they know it, and even he may not mind from beginning to end." ”

After all, judging from later generations, Jing Ke's death is actually the same as Nie Zheng.

All are the death of those who are confidants.

Ji Yue was overjoyed and bowed to the ground: "There is Mr. Lao." ”

The master laughed and glanced at Nie Zheng, "Can you keep up?" ”

Nie Zheng's very terrifying face grinned.

Try it.

I didn't see the master making a gesture, and suddenly he was like a white crane in the air, Nie Zheng wanted to get up, but he was suddenly pulled by his clothes, Ji Yue wanted to speak and stopped, after all, he only sighed, I will wait for you.

Three words.

Nie Zheng seemed to hear the most beautiful voice in the world.

Up and down the body, suddenly like a flying fairy, every pore and every inch of skin are telling happiness.

He knew that Ji Yue had been using him.

But he didn't mind.

As long as he can be with her, he is willing to bear whatever happens, even if he lets himself die again, it doesn't hurt, the last life is chivalrous, and this life is love.

There are no regrets.

So this swordsman, who has never had the slightest life, is suddenly full of vitality.

Completely alive.

He who came back to life is the real swordsman.

The sword intent soared to the sky.

The master, who had walked a hundred miles, sighed, and immediately laughed heartily, this is the demeanor that a peerless swordsman should have.

At the foot of the mountain, Lan Daoxing also said goodbye to the fortune teller.

The mysterious fortune teller picked up the hexagram flag with only the two words "face-to-face", grinned, and muttered that the master is the same as me, and he is optimistic that the young man will change the way of heaven.

Well, what a hero sees the same thing.

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On the coast of the East China Sea, there is a reef with a radius of only thirty or forty meters on the sea behind the Sword Demon City, which is more than ten miles away from the shore.

There is a thatched house.

In the early morning, the sea breeze hunts wildly.

At this moment, a middle-aged man standing in front of the thatched house was the Wind City Lord of the Sword Demon City, his clothes were hunted by the sea breeze, and he walked forward for more than ten steps at this moment, came to the edge of the reef, looked at the extremely clear water, and was silent.

The sea water is extremely clear, and in the intoxicating blue seawater, the seawater is within reach, the sea water is surging, the seaweed is shaking, the fish are leisurely, the white sand is like jade, and it is beautiful like a fairyland.

The black-clad sword demon was still sitting alone under the water.

It's just that unlike before, a sword was inserted in the white sand in front of the sword demon.

An unsheathed sword.

The sword came from thousands of miles away.

The Wind City Lord on the shore sighed, understanding Master Dugu's intentions.

In fact, with the master's kendo cultivation, even if this is the sword thrown by the master from Luofeng Mountain, as long as the master is unwilling, the master's sword will pass through the Sword Demon City.

Then the Master allowed the Master's sword to fall in front of him.

Let the master point out the light for Li Ruyu.

Obviously, the master is also looking forward to whether Li Ruyu's sword, which has gathered thousands of miles of momentum, can be worth his battle.

So I waited.

But the Wind City Lord also knew that if this sword could not reach the realm that the master wanted, then he would not make a move, and would only let himself, a bad disciple, take the shot on his behalf.

In fact, this is really what the Wind City Lord thinks.

Now that the world is cold, the only one who is still worthy of the master to get up and fight.

However, the master asked his disciple Li Ruyu to carry the sword.

is reasonable, it should be up to you to come forward, not the master to make the sword, otherwise you will lose the big and the small...... Well, that's something that can't exist.

So, just wait.

Look at how far Li Ruyu can reach with a sword that gathers thousands of miles.

Time keeps ticking.

The weather is not very good, there are autumn days, but there are thousands of miles of fish scale clouds.

On the very quiet coast of the East China Sea, a faint fishing song suddenly sounded in the distance, and the Lord of the Wind City frowned and looked into the distance, slightly surprised, but saw a fishing boat rippling on the sea, and a fisherman in his early forties chased the fish, and saw the right time to cast his net.

The Lord of Windy City thought for a moment and didn't make a sound.

It is said that on weekdays, this sea area is still for fishermen to set foot in.

This person was probably attracted by the school of fish and forgot about the ban of Sword Demon City.

I didn't bother with him.

When the autumn day, which was not gorgeous, barely rose to the middle of the sky, the Wind City Lord turned to look west, and his gaze crossed hundreds of miles and landed in the direction of Taihu Lake.

It's here!

In the western sky, those fish scales and white clouds suddenly rolled, as if there was really a fish in it.

The black-clothed sword demon sitting at the bottom of the sea suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the western sky through the seawater, slightly surprised, but still sitting quietly in the seawater.

The Lord of the Windy City could not see the presence in the clouds.

In fact, it was not a fish that turned the river and the sea in that white cloud of fish scales.

It's a purple kun.

The big kun has a dragon's whisker and is golden.

The Wind City Lord chuckled, looked at the changing sky, and gently pressed the sword at his waist.

There was a wind between heaven and earth, blowing from the east to the shore.

But it stood still for a moment.

Suddenly, with the Wind City Lord as the center, a gust of wind was born, spreading in all directions, and the entire sea surface seemed to be pressed by the wind, and suddenly sank a foot.

All the thatch on the thatched house was pressed against the beams, and with a snap, the front door was overwhelmed and collapsed.

There were swimming fish in the sea, but they seemed to be alarmed, and suddenly sank to the bottom of the water, rippling in bursts of ripples, strings of blisters floated up, and disappeared in the ripples, and the sea was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Farther away, the fisherman didn't notice anything wrong, singing a fishing song, waiting for the net to be retracted with a satisfied face, still thinking about his mother-in-law's white buttocks.

Today's harvest is good, I'm afraid I have to gallop back at night, my aunt has a big hip and a thin waist, she should be good at giving birth, and next year, she should be able to give birth to a big white fat boy for herself.

The rolling white clouds in the western sky suddenly exploded and dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky.

At the end of the sky, a tiny white dot appeared.

However, at this moment, the white dot is so dazzling, as if it is another round of the sun shining with the autumn day.

The shores of the East China Sea are quiet because of the appearance of the white spot.

The fisherman who sang suddenly found that he could not hear his own song, or even the sound of the sea breeze, and the heavens and the earth lost all sound and color in an instant.

It's as if everything is still.

The fisherman looked around blankly, not understanding what was happening.

The Wind City Lord slowly crossed his sword, the sword body vibrated in the scabbard, and the sword groaned before it was unsheathed.

The white dot gradually gets larger.

Li Ruyu's figure holding the knife was reflected in the eyes of the Lord of Windy City.

After a long run, his long hair was still messy, flying wildly behind him, a white robe rolled over, but it was tightly clinging to his skin, the sleeves of his shirt hung back, as straight as a sword, and his body rubbed against the air to make a harsh sound.

In the clear sky, a thin white line appeared.

Li Ruyu's eyes were as bright as two stars in the autumn, the indescribable momentum was extremely huge, and the strong clear light enveloped him, and he was extremely slender between running, like a huge arrow, and Li Ruyu was the tip of the arrow.

Like an arrow passing through the vast earth, the momentum comes, the sword on the waist is sonorous and the sword groans, and the piercing sound of air friction is intertwined, and the momentum is unmatched for a while, and I want to break the sword demon with a sword.

Choke!

The Wind City Lord crossed his sword, and the long sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed.

Within a radius of a kilometer, the air was instantly evacuated and converged towards the sword.