Luo Xuan tilted his head slightly, only to see that the light of the Yu Yu Sword was murderous, and it had reached the corner of his eye, he flicked the sword with his Qianyang finger, and the Yu Feng screamed, buzzing and agitating in the air, and attacked again in the air.

He knew that Lu Jun was in a fierce mood right now, and he would kill himself quickly, and the old incident between Xuanyuan and Nie Xiaofeng had also made Luo Xuan's thoughts disordered and guilty, and he didn't want to argue with him at the moment, but just avoided it.

Luo Xuan looked at it from the offensive, a good foolish sword, white and cold, the sun was shining, and he was full of Xuanyuan's efforts to seek defeat, but now there is no trace on the blade, and it is as bright as the moon and stars.

As Xuanyuan said, Nie Xiaofeng must have been extremely fond of this strange pupil back then, this arrogant and frosty sword, even if it was the ancient artifact spirit snake sword collected by the master in the blood pool back then, he had to bow down three points to look at it, and he had never seen such a pure sword spirit in his more than seventy years of Luo Xuan's career.

"This moon, but she gave it?" Luo Xuan asked while he was changing, and his voice was sour.

"Why, she forged it for me with her own hands. When it came to Nie Xiaofeng, Luo Jun's tone was full of warmth, and Luo Xuan's heart trembled, and he realized that the grandeur and purity of this sword spirit were rare in the world. As the old saying goes, casting a sword is like a person, what kind of deep sustenance and pure feelings are needed to be able to cast this three-foot foolish sword that is more brilliant than the Milky Way?

His heart was astringent, and he suddenly understood Xuanyuan's intention to seek defeat and insist on dying under this foolish sword.

"The person who raised her with one hand, the person who treats each other sincerely, why do you want to take her life overnight? Since you don't want her to live, why did you bother to save her in the first place? Do you think that the world is the king and the teacher, and everyone is as perverse and impermanent as you, and the desire to kill is wanted?!"

The army shouted loudly, his words were full of beads, murderous like a robe, like a river drum wave, wave after wave of victory.

Luo Xuan smiled bitterly, this strange pupil is pure by nature and has no distractions, just like the sword she forged for him, how can a clean soul like him understand the scorching and helplessness of those heavenly and human wars and fateful people?

Suddenly, he had an incomparable admiration for the army, and he was as pure as him, so he really didn't insult her! And he, Luo Xuan, had already lost such a pure qualification at the beginning of the world.

"Why don't you draw your sword?" Lu Jun's voice was already full of anger, and for a moment it melted into a dynamic and beautiful state with his strong face.

Luo Xuan's mind couldn't help flashing the scene of him and Nie Xiaofeng holding swords in the Purple Mansion Tulip Garden---- under the sunset, this brave soldier sword was like a tide, beads of sweat were shining, she tilted her head and stood aside to look at him, Ying Ying smiled.

With a pop, the foolish sword went straight into Luo Xuan's heart, groaned blood for the second time, and Baijiang sealed his throat.

The blood clots in his chest gushed out of the corners of his mouth, and Luo Xuan stood heavily, not wanting to move.

"Daddy!"

Just as Mei Jiangxue hurriedly came from the top of the distant mountain to perform light skills, she protected Luo Xuan with the spirit snake sword with one hand, and held the sword of the spirit army with the other hand, blood gushed from between her fingers, she raised her head and begged the spirit army:

"Uncle Junior, don't kill my father, I beg you not to kill my father!"

"Luo Xuan, are you bent on dying!" The army did not expect Luo Xuan to give up on himself at the moment of life and death, originally expected to fight to the death with him, no matter whether he won or lost, he fulfilled his long-cherished wish in his heart, but now he inexplicably won without a fight, which could not help him not to be angry instantly, a pair of latent brown pupils suddenly skyrocketed into black ink, deep and bottomless.

Luo Xuan closed his eyes and quietly tasted the bone-chilling coldness of the sword blade spreading in his body, as if Nie Xiaofeng's pair of soft wattles were slowly swimming in his heart, and he didn't know that he was already smiling.

The gentleness and sluggishness were fiercely pumped away in an instant, his heart was empty, he opened his eyes blankly, a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, and a long blood gas splashed out of his chest.

"Only Xuanyuan is worthy of this foolishness, but it is not your turn!"

The voice of the army was low and powerful, and as soon as he put away his sword, he had already fled into the air: "I will spare your life for these three years, and you will regret it every day!"

After finishing speaking, the mountains were left behind, the green luans were dustless, and the green shirts and soldiers merged into the Dou Lan mountains in a blink of an eye.

"Dad, how are you?" Mei Jiangxue didn't dare to put down the Spirit Snake Sword until the trace of the Soul Army disappeared completely.

The sword technique of the army is extremely accurate, and the foolish sword goes straight into the heart, but it is still half a centimeter away from Luo Xuan's heart, although it is not deceitful, but it is also extremely painful. Mei Jiangxue hurriedly sealed the acupuncture points around her father's body to stop the bleeding, and trembled to help Luo Xuan get up, which was very laborious.

Luo Xuan's consciousness was scattered, he pulled away his daughter's hand in a blur, staggered to the edge of the cliff, his legs were weak, and he half-knelt down.

"Dad!" Mei Jiangxue saw him like this, and her voice was full of pain that she had never experienced before.

"Xiaofeng... Luo Xuan called unconsciously, bent down and groped in the snow, "Xiaofeng... ”

When he finally touched it, there was a sharp coldness from his fingertips, which had been cut by the sharp broken jade blade.

As soon as he found it, he took it into his arms and continued to explore.

"Dad, I'll help you find it, I'll help you find it!" Mei Jiangxue knelt beside Luo Xuan with a plop, her hands also reached into the snow and kept flipping, tears rolling down like broken beads.

The sun is already noon, the sun is like fire, the father and daughter are crawling and turning around on the top of Dou Lan Mountain, and the climbing track is branded on the snowy field, looking from afar like a lotus flower that blooms late in the third generation.

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For more than 20 years, the uninhabited Ailao Mountain, the agarwood has fallen away, and the moss marks have entered the soil.

Mei Jiangxue followed Luo Xuan step by step, crossing the first-line cliff, and the father and daughter sneaked into the mountains, speechless all the way.

In a trance, there will be an illusion, yesterday again, Nie Xiaofeng is following behind him, stumbling to catch up with his unintentional stride.

Luo Xuan slowed down and let his daughter catch up.

There are women who are full of everything. A few days ago, on Dou Blue Mountain, because of Mei Jiangxue, she heard the last sentence of the Lu Army, "I will have three more years of your life." She was suspicious in her heart, and after asking again and again, she finally learned that the hundred poisons in Luo Xuan's body had returned to their places for many years, and in the end there were only three lives left.

But I didn't see her shed more tears, but the sound of the flute added to the bleakness.

After returning to the mountain, Jiang Xue lived in Xiaofeng's bedroom back then, which was insisted on by herself.

In the days that followed, Luo Xuan would often look through the old things her mother used one by one, such as diamond glasses, fishbone combs, carved Landai boxes, tulip smokers, and even butter lamps on the table, she would raise them and look at them, her eyes were always puzzled and long.

At this time, he would stop and stand outside the porch, as if watching her mother and daughter silently coexist across time and space.

Ailao Mountain is still as always, calm and deep, untouched by the world. Luo Xuan, accompanied by his daughter Jiangxue, enjoyed the last three years peacefully.

However, the good times did not last long, when the war was raging, it was when the corpses and bones were not harvested and all kinds of diseases were rampant, the plague was rampant under the mountain, and the crying of the people came into the mountains day by day, making people unable to sleep at night.

Whenever this happens, Mei Jiangxue will stay in the mountains to take care of the medicinal materials he needs for his daily practice, and then fill the medicine box when Luo Xuanzhi returns.

After returning from a serious illness one day, he urgently used the begging grass, Luo Xuan went to the medicine pavilion to take a look, but it was already empty, and he couldn't help but blame his daughter for not filling the gap in time, and looked for her at the moment, but he didn't see her everywhere.

went into the mountain and searched again, and finally found her in the middle of her waist, but she had already fainted unconscious, and there were apologetic begging grass scattered around her.

When he looked at Jiang Xue's pulse, it turned out to be a great murder that had poisoned into the bone marrow! His heart was in turmoil, his mind was empty, and he hurriedly picked up his daughter and rushed back to the villa.

In the next few days, Luo Xuan didn't know how to get through. It turned out that in order to solve the poison of the fusion of the nine poisonous needles of the golden lizard, the Mochizuki eel and Yan Linpu on his body, Jiang Xue has been hiding in the mountains for these days in the name of preparing medicinal materials for him, secretly trying out a hundred poisons and thousands of medicines with his own body, hoping to find a formula that can solve the poison on his body.

And he was sick all day long, and he was returning from the twilight, thinking either of the old or the new, but apart from presenting the medicine box, the father and daughter couldn't even care about sitting down for a meal, so he didn't even notice that she had already invaded her lungs and was terminally ill.

On this day, she saw that she was sorry for the chime used for begging grass, so she went up the back mountain to pick, but on the way, due to the recurrence of the old wound of the six-nail cone soul, and the poison soared, and she was dying.

Luo Xuan hugged his daughter in Nie Xiaofeng's room, and was filled with great sorrow. He found out too late, even though he had exhausted his true yuan to rescue with all his might, but Jiang Xue's internal organs, meridians and bone marrow had already been poisoned, and he would lie on his back and wait for death, and he would be weak to return to heaven.

It seems that fate always likes to make such cruel jokes with him Luo Xuan, he is dedicated to the people under the mountain, and when he studies medicine every day, he doesn't know that his flesh and blood are already endangered.

He let his daughter lean into his arms, suppressed the pain in his heart with all his might, and looked as pleasant as ever: "Don't be afraid, this disease only needs to rest for a while." As he spoke, he patted his daughter's skinny shoulder.

Mei Jiangxue smiled sadly in his arms and said, "Dad, I can't personally give the Qin Ling Diagram to Xiao Jin." ”

Seeing that her daughter was still thinking about the missed mother-daughter relationship with the girl Feng Jin at this moment, Luo Xuan's heart was twisted like being beaten into a nail cone.

His daughter Mei Jiangxue, who has encountered ups and downs in her life, has paid for Zhaonan and Xuanshuang, and even secretly married a pearl for Fang Zhaonan, and what she finally asked for was less than one-ten-thousandth of that of an ordinary girl.

And all of this is because when she and Xuan Shuang were born, he categorically vetoed their mother Nie Xiaofeng's qualification to sit with him in this mourning mountain for the rest of his life.

It was he who single-mindedly deprived her sisters of the gentle fate that they should have enjoyed the love of their father and mother and the care of the high hall.

"The fate of our mother and daughter is caused by you. Nie Xiaofeng once said to him.

Anyway, maybe Xuanshuang has been dead for many years, so let's let the three of us go to Huangquan together and go to find your mother as a companion.

Luo Xuan stroked Jiang Xue's long hair that had dried up and fallen due to the poison, and silently swallowed a sour mouthful in his throat.

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NOTE: 颛, ZHUAN, PURE AND HAZY, INNOCENT AND SIMPLE.