Chapter 31: The Madman and the Sword

Dead? Such an absurd thing appeared in the Huanghuang Mansion, and the Mansion Yin Zhang Zuo looked at the servant who had just reported the matter with wide eyes. The servant also knew that Zhang Zuoyi had always been accustomed to respecting the teachings of Confucius: Zi Bu was silent and confused, so he couldn't help but bow his head, and secretly admired the Taoist priest at the door who was unkempt but faintly had the appearance of heaven and man, and secretly thought that what this Taoist priest said was true.

The servant did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly told Fu Yin where he got the words from the Taoist, and said, "My lord, if this word is delayed for another quarter of an hour, then Lord Tie Hand may really have no hope of returning to his soul." ”

This sentence landed, this was already a very absurd word, but at this moment, it made people feel half-convinced, and it didn't feel absurd. "Lord Fu Yin, please ask someone to bring that person up, no matter what, I want to try it." The four Chang brothers have been by the side of Tie Shou for many years, and they are willing to give their lives for Tie Shou, so when the servant said this, the four Chang brothers, who acted quite iron-handedly, did not hesitate, and immediately opened their mouths to ask for Fu Yin Zhang Zuoyi.

In this way, it is impossible for Zhang Zuoyi to refuse, if he is unwilling to try, I am afraid that this group of disciples of the Six Sects who only have the emperor and only the god in their hearts will have a grudge against them, which is not what Zhang Zuoyi, who is about to leave Qingshan City to take up his post elsewhere, hopes to see. Only invite the Taoist priest who has set the label of "Taoist Priest of Wealth Cheating" in his mind to come in.

To say that it is not raunchy, it can only be regarded as a praise for this Taoist priest, but in fact, it is unkempt on the side of the servant's words, which makes it difficult to look at directly. Fortunately, this Taoist in a shabby Taoist robe did not have that disgusting stench on his body, otherwise Fu Yin would probably have driven this money-cheating Taoist priest out immediately.

The Taoist priest held a wooden stick that was half nobler than himself, and stood calmly in the hall, his eyes did not look at Fu Yin and the six doors to catch the group of living people, his eyes only looked at a coffin that had not yet closed the lid.

Lying in the coffin was Ji Wufeng.

He stood and looked at it for a long time, and before Fu Yin could ask, the Taoist priest said in surprise. "This person is not dead. ”

The voice landed, the heavens and the earth were silent, and a cold and cold air that seemed to emerge from the Nine Secluded Underworld swept into everyone's hearts......

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"Who am I? Hehe, I have forgotten, I have countless names, such as Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, etc., I am like Buddhism Guanyin, I may be any of the thousands of people in the world, and I may not be any person in the world! Little girl, who do you say I am? The shopkeeper who dodged Invite Yue's lore blow in a light flash smiled so much that he couldn't say anything, looked at Invite Yue and said.

"The world is for you. You are thousands of people in the world, but there is always an identity in this world that is in line with your true heart. ”

The shopkeeper laughed happily, looked at Ying Yue, with a hint of indescribable praise in his eyes, and sighed softly: "Few people in this world can understand this truth, and you really did not disappoint this seat." Speaking of this, the voice suddenly stopped, and then a sentence sounded in the ears of Invite Yue, and there was an indescribable majestic voice: "You can call me a god." ”

Listen to the voice, instead of looking at the strange look of the man in front of him. Ying Yue had even believed in this shocking and absurd words, and sneered: "Are there gods in this world? The words seem to be asking themselves, as if asking the man in front of him who claims to be God. Or in the vast world.

"There may or may not be gods in the world, but there are gods in the world, and I am God." The shopkeeper gave an affirmative answer. Then the breath of the vast sea suddenly surged up in his body, and as the man slowly gave birth to his hand; Immediately, the inn, which looked very sturdy, was suddenly uprooted like grass. Float in mid-air.

A miracle, a miracle.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Ying Yue thought that she couldn't do it.

The shopkeeper, who claimed to be witnessing Li Mochou's suicide, looked at Ying Yue with an indescribable strange and sinister smile, and slowly spoke: "Do you think I am a god?" There seemed to be a divine aura in his voice.

Ying Yue has always been very disgusted with the obscure and mysterious things in this world, just as he is at the moment, even when he maintains due awe for the man in front of him who claims to be a god, but more often than not, he reveals a provocative look that has been hidden. With a look that was almost without any emotion, without any emotion, she looked coldly at the man in front of her who claimed to be a god, and said, "In my opinion, you are just a madman with extraordinary martial arts. ”

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Li Mochou, who was bored and waited for a few hours, stood up to greet his friend who was about to rush to the death steamer. She didn't mind a bright smile on the face of a dying man, and she didn't hesitate to throw her friend into the fire of hell, for she saw nothing more admirable in the world than for a living person to die willingly.

"Stay here and wait for me to come!" Jun Xiaoran patted Shen Luoyan's hand, although he knew that after listening to an absurd and uninhibited story that he had to believe, he should be by the side of this woman who had always been willing to follow his side to comfort and comfort, but now was not the time to be emotional.

Shen Luoyan, as he expected, did not make any gesture of being a little daughter, which made Jun Xiaoran both happy and a little unspeakably disappointed. When he turned around and was about to follow Li Mochou to meet Yan Nantian, who had already put life and death aside with heavy steps, Shen Luoyan took his hand and asked, "This departure is temporary, isn't it?" ”

Temporarily? The future is like a giant beast dormant in the dark orbit, from time to time it will open its bloody mouth or show its sharp fangs and claws at a time when it makes people feel light, no one knows what the future will be, even the most powerful person can't, and neither can Jun Xiaoran.

But Jun Xiaoran took a deep breath, he stopped, turned around, and then made the most daring initiative in his life, he suddenly pulled Shen Luoyan's hand hard, and with an exclamation, Shen Luoyan's delicate body with a faint fragrance of lotus flowers threw into his arms.

A kiss!

Kiss hard!

Then, Jun Xiaoran pushed Shen Luoyan away, and said to Shen Luoyan in a tone that was almost pious and arrogant: "Your body has been marked with Jun Xiaoran, no one in this world can take away my beloved woman from my Jun Xiaoran, not even gods, you wait for me here, I will come back!" ”

Immediately, Jun Xiaoran quickened his pace and left quickly, leaving behind a woman who was obsessively looking at his back.

Li Mochou smiled and looked at the man who had said goodbye affectionately but had regained his usual calmness, and laughed softly: "Actually, you can stay, stay with your Luoyan, no one will force you to leave, and no one can force you to go." ”

The man sneered and replied, "Man will always choose the former over the latter in the face of life and death. If I stay with her, we will both die, and if I choose to move forward, we both have a chance to survive. I'm not a smart person, but I'm not stupid. ”

"You're smart, but not smart enough." Li Mochou suddenly fell in love with this outrageously rational man, in the face of this kind of man, I'm afraid there are few women in the world who can hold it? Suddenly, a soft scenery flashed in my mind, and a gentle woman, who was suddenly in a slightly better mood, suddenly became bad. She said in an almost mean tone: "I hope you can be sure that you are not using Luoyan as an excuse for your survival, for women, death is not terrible, it is terrible as the betrayal of the most beloved." ”

Jun Xiaoran was indifferent.

Facing the woman who had been "badly injured" in front of him, he knew that any words in his mouth seemed so hypocritical and could not withstand any scrutiny, and he was vulnerable. What's more, why did he explain to a woman he didn't pay much attention to? He didn't want to do such stupid and boring nonsense.

Jun Xiaoran looked at a pale yellow mountain forest scenery and muttered: "Men can face death, but they will never allow their women to see their most embarrassed and dejected side, this may be the dignity that any man is born with that is not abandoned by the world!" ”

The blue wave pond in autumn is desolate and incomparable, Yan Nantian can't see any vitality all the way, the bald trees all over the mountains are bare and erect, and the ground is full of yellowed leaves and remnants of flowers and withered grass buried by the soil, this is a place where no one cares about it as soon as it enters autumn.

With the passage of time, nothing in this world can be eternal, only one thing is unchanging and eternal, that is, the sword.

In Yan Nantian's world, when Yulang Jiang Feng had already obtained his so-called happiness, his life was only a sword. For the sword, for the swordsman, for the swordsman, for the sword everything is incomparable, he believes that when he holds the sword, that moment can become eternal.

Righteous brother Yulang Jiang Feng got what he wanted, his martial arts advanced another step as he said when Ying Yue first met him, as for how powerful it was, no one knew it, not even he himself. In Ying Yue's words, perhaps when he wields the [Divine Sword Duel] he created, the world will fall for that sword.

His eyes were blazing, and he scanned the decayed and lifeless world around him, and a dark feeling arose in his heart that drawing his sword today might be the last time he drew his sword in his life. Yan Nantian was not afraid, death in this world was no longer enough for him to fear, the only thing he was afraid of was that he couldn't draw his sword.

He couldn't wield the sword that had reached the pinnacle of his life.

But is there anyone in this world who can stop him from wielding the sword that has reached the pinnacle of cultivation? No one, no one. (To be continued......)