When night fell, the cold wind hit, Dong Long pulled out the long sword at his waist, his emotions were completely out of control, like a wounded wild boar, completely out of mind. The misty and resentful eyes stared at the dying old village chief, like a hungry wolf guarding its prey.

The murderous aura spread in an instant, and the mirage dragon hovering in the sky also began to riot, first spitting out a mouthful of dragon breath, the mirage's breath can be virtual or real, virtual is chaotic, but in fact it is a bad human body. This breath carried the power of destroying all things, and shot out, caged towards the old village chief and others, Yang Su knew that once he was covered by this dragon's breath, it was indispensable to turn into a pile of ashes in the pain of burning his heart and bones.

The green dragon groaned, and also spit out the dragon's breath, head-on, the two energies connected, like rolling spring thunder, the sound continued to sound for a long time, the sound shook the sky, and the brilliance illuminated the entire night sky.

Seeing that it was useless, the mirage dragon rushed up to fight with the green dragon, and the double dragons were staggered and entangled.

The old village chief forcibly held back his cough, trembling and shouting angrily, "You two stop!" Dong Long just looked at him coldly.

Yang Su didn't know what to do, and now was an opportunity for him. Without the support of the mirage, Dong Long couldn't block his heavy sword at all.

The heavy sword is not light, and it will hurt people's lives.

Does Dong Long really deserve to die? Yang Su suddenly felt that he was not heinous, but just a poor man who could not control his fate. Who can really control their own destiny?

Fate makes people, Yang Su now feels that between heaven and earth, fate is the most bastard thing, it determines your life and your death, and no one can get out of it.

Dong Long's life is controlled by a curse, and although he Yang Su does not have a terrible curse on his body, he has also experienced many life and death situations, and even died once, isn't his temperament that has repeatedly put him in danger also a curse of fate?

Follow the way of heaven and control your destiny.

Yang Su was a little at a loss, what was the significance of him embarking on this road, or what was Dong Long embarking on such a road? The curse of fate made them each come to this point, and then when they met on a narrow road, they would die. Is it really the truth that the one who survives? Both of them are just a sword.

Yang Su suddenly remembered his beginning, when he was still a little beggar, he didn't dare to fight back even if he was bullied, he survived as strong as a weed, year after year, and never gave up. and the time when he was a blacksmith, although pitiful and humble, he never encountered a crisis of life and death, because he was not strong. The Tao is noble and soft, and weakness can win strong.

People who can't control their fate are just because they can't control their hearts.

Yang Su held Zhao Manying in one hand, grabbed the old village chief with the other, and hurried out of the village, all his spiritual power was not used for the killing sword, but for running away to save people. On the road of cultivating immortals, killing immortals and killing gods is indeed happy, but that is not his way, he decided to stick to his original intention, his own way, to the extreme, to keep quiet, and to be the softest.

Dong Long and Dong Sheng fought several times, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from defeat, Dong Long was crazy, he was already in chaos, Dong Sheng advanced and retreated to a certain extent, and coped with it easily, the strength of these two people, Dong Sheng was already slightly stronger, but for some reason, he didn't hurt the killer, maybe he was thinking of the clan relationship.

The old village chief no longer coughed, but the old tears were full of tears, constantly sighing, beating his chest and saying: "Hey, their brothers killed each other, it's all my fault." With that, he began to run towards the murderous village again.

Yang Su wanted to hold him, but when he ran away just now, he ran out of spiritual power and his strength was weak. And this old village chief is no longer the sick and tired look he used to be, he is full of energy, and he is also a master of cultivation. How to keep it?

Yang Su had no choice but to sit cross-legged, recover his spiritual power a little, and hurried back to the village to prevent accidents. It's just that it's still a step too late, and it's all over.

Dong Long has returned to normal, he quickly flipped through the booklet in his hand, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, the more disappointed he became, at the end, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and the tiger's eyes were sad, "It turns out that the legends are all lies, and the dirtiness of the Dong family will end here with me." He pinched a fire, the booklet in his hand burned, and it caught fire, Yang Su saw Dong Long's eyes with tears, when a person finds that he is being tricked by fate and his life is destined to end miserably, there will be such unwilling tears in his eyes.

Dong Sheng knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, and the old village chief lay in his arms, angry as a gossamer.

Seeing this, Yang Su hurriedly gave the old village chief a life-saving pill, he really felt fortunate now, it was really good to have an alchemy master like Zhuge Qi in the nameless village. The effect of this elixir is excellent, and in the mouth of the old village chief's medicine, the breath gradually rises, and there is an atmosphere of resurrection.

Dong Sheng turned his sorrow into joy and thanked him. Yang Su smiled embarrassedly, "If the old village chief's injury is a few points worse, I'm afraid that the life-saving pill will not help." ”

The old village chief struggled to get up, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I've figured out many major things in life in this life, and I don't want to hide some things from you." He looked at Dong Long, the book in Dong Long's hand had been burned, "This "Secret Technique of the Dragon" is very harmful, and now it is ruined, which is just the right thing." ”

Dong Long walked over step by step, forced his eyes at the old village chief, and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

The old village chief said quietly: "All I want is the revival of the family, so I am so mad. What's going on with this "Dragon Secret Technique", you should also know that the natural inheritance of the dragon ability is very rare, and the family moved the crooked mind of exchanging blood, but unfortunately the blood in exchange is not pure after all, and the dragon people who are artificially created are often eaten by the power of dragons. ”

Dong Sheng was taken aback when he heard this, and said in a lost voice: "My brother is ......."

"You guessed it right, he was created by me using secret arts, and it was all my fault, and I felt guilty and never dared to tell you the truth. The old village chief said sadly, "The mirage illusion has stirred up the guilt in my heart, so that I can't afford to be sick, I know that I am guilty, and I am willing to block that sword in the end, this matter starts with me, and it should end by me, I hope this can alleviate the resentment in your hearts." ”

Dong Long listened, silent, the matter has come to this, what else can he say, the family has arranged this irresistible fate for him, and he has retaliated enough, but he is such a half-human and half-beast monster, where can he tolerate it?

Yang Sudao: "Since Dong Long's madness is not innate, maybe Mr. Zhuge Qi has a way to resolve it, why not try it?"

Dong Sheng was overjoyed and persuaded emotionally: "Brother, you go to Wuming Village with Yang Su, and when you get better in the future, we can still do the same as before, hand in hand, repair the houses in the village together, plow the fields together, and herd cattle and sheep together." ”

In the middle of the moon and the cold, Dong Long was slightly stunned, as if touched, and finally turned around and walked into the unknown darkness. He said: "Time can't be turned back, the world is the most difficult to turn back, since I have embarked on the road of the dragon people, I can't let go, you take care of yourself." ”

When Zhao Manying woke up, she was furious and scolded, "Why did you knock me out?"

Yang Su was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "You remember very well, if I don't stun you, will I wait for you to cut off my head? ”

"I know very well that the target of that sword is not you, but the old man on the bed. It's just that at that time, I don't know why, the resentment in my heart suddenly skyrocketed, and I felt that I would never stop until I killed that person. Zhao Manying sighed, "After so many years, I finally can't forget it." ”

"Do you really have a deep grudge against the old village chief?"

"No, I haven't seen him before. Zhao Manying raised her head and recalled the past, and pulled out her spirit sword, the dragon spirit in the sword was lifelike, "This sword is called 'Long Xiao', and the Zhao family has long had nothing, but it has been passed down this sword and a testament." ”

Yang Su listened and shook his head secretly, he had probably guessed the reason, the old feud between the two families could be so far-reaching, how ridiculous. The birth and death of all things have their own internal laws, and the survival of a family cannot be decided by one thing.

"Grudge begets hatred, enmity begets resentment, it's easy to lift the butcher's knife, but it's hard to put it down. If you keep clinging to your grudges like this, how can you get out of this blood-stained circle?"

Zhao Manying said: "I inherited the sword of the family, so I have to bear this responsibility, this is an inescapable fate." ”

Yang Su was helpless when he saw her admit death like this, he really didn't want to see the girl in front of him walk into the abyss and never recover, "Do you want to know what happened here after you fell unconscious?"

Zhao Manying didn't answer immediately, just got up and looked around, a grass rabbit flashed under the moonlight, was stabbed to death by her sword, and then built a bonfire and roasted it on the spot, "It's too cold, people are hungry, and the story you have to tell must be very long." ”

Yang Su began to admire her a little, this calmness and calmness are also polished by the difficult poor life. He slowly told the story of the dragon people, which was a story about family ambition and personal fate, and Zhao Manying naturally listened to it clearly.

She silently chewed the rabbit meat, listened to the story, and suddenly asked, "Why do you want to cultivate?"

"Cultivating the Tao is naturally for the sake of enlightenment, to be a person who can control one's own destiny, not to be at the mercy of others and live in other people's worlds. ”

Zhao Manying listened to this and smiled dumbly, "Then you have to cultivate to be more powerful than the Mixed Yuan Emperor." ”

Yang Su naturally knew the story of the Creation Saint of this world, was failure really a fate that even a saint could not avoid? His heart suddenly held back a surge of energy, and he remembered the stubborn young man in Cloud City who would not admit defeat until death.

"No matter how difficult it is, I'm going to go down this path. ”

When Zhao Manying heard this, her heart moved, and she raised her eyes to look at Yang Su, as if she had reacquainted herself with this person. This legendary young man who slayed the dragon once made the young people in Heavenly Sword City boil, but after really coming into contact, he found that he was so weak and had no temperament to achieve great things at all, which was a little disappointing. Now she sees the other side of the boy again, it turns out that what he pursues is never gain or loss, but the true nature of the world.