The rain on the surface of the lake fell on the lake, blurring one after another small ripples, and those ripples spread out to each other, faint and inaudible, only the sound of rain echoed in the ears. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man held an umbrella and held a sword, and the lake under his feet seemed to feel those sharp sword intents, and he fled to both sides in fear, and it turned out to be a small waterway, following his steps.

The small island in the middle of the lake is a small area, and it is covered with green meadows, which are soaked by the autumn rains, and you can see small puddles, in addition to a few sparse pine trees growing on the small island in the middle of the lake.

The pine needles of those pine trees were dripping green, and there were droplets of water rolling down and crackling. Looking through the pine trees, which are not dense, you can see the two-story mahogany building made of wood and stone.

The small building is in the autumn rain, on the meadow, in the center of the lake, quiet and leisurely, so that people will be quiet after looking at it for a long time.

Li Molan calmly stepped across the lake, her expression did not change in the slightest, she was extremely indifferent, and her heart was as quiet as stagnant water.

His left hand held the umbrella steadily, the white oil-paper umbrella was snapping in the autumn rain by the raindrops, and the thousand-year-old wooden sword held by Li Molan in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed downward, as if it wanted to pierce the soil.

However, if you look closely, you can feel some piercing pain.

With Li Molan walking steadily, the endless sword intent was gathering little by little on the small wooden sword in his hand, and the sword intent on it had accumulated to an indescribable point.

At this moment, if any cultivator watched from a distance and looked at the bland little wooden sword, he couldn't help but feel the tingling, the longer he looked at it, the more painful it became, he would cry, he would not be able to open his eyes, and his eyes would even be hurt by the sword intent.

Above is Li Molan's sword intent, a sword intent that has been waiting for three years.

The cloth shoes stepped on the meadow, Li Molan stood calmly on the shore, and then walked towards the two-story building not far away.

Xiao Lou was silent, obviously the people inside did not notice the abnormality of the outside world, of course, Li Molan had already felt that Qian could not tolerate this moment was the critical moment for the breakthrough of the retreat, so naturally he would not take the initiative to come out.

He looked at this exquisitely shaped small building from a distance, lifted the wooden sword in his hand, and then suddenly stopped moving.

He wasn't going to use this long-accumulated sword to destroy Xiaolou and the people inside, so he put away his sword and put away the white oil-paper umbrella by the way.

Bending down and placing the oil-paper umbrella on the grass, Li Molan looked at the delicate small building again, and then slowly stretched out her empty left hand.

His clothes had already been soaked in the bamboo forest, and they were stained with bright red blood, so naturally he didn't have to care about these autumn rains falling from the sky, and the washing of these autumn rains washed away the smell of blood.

With his action of raising his hand and palming, all of a sudden, it seemed like a thunderstorm.

Dozens of sharp sword qi appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing the void.

The sword intent contained in these sword qi is unimaginably powerful.

Dozens of sword qi tumbled away, rolling the turf.

The sword qi lifts the meadow, like a dragon.

World shaking.

At this moment, Li Molan's sword intent was so powerful that it was difficult to look up to, and it was actually directly demolished this exquisite small building!

Suddenly, the small two-story building turned into countless sawdust, fragments, and collapsed, many of which were swept up by the strong wind and soared into the sky.

In the ruins, you can faintly hear the screams and moans of terror, and the cries of pain.

Li Molan's expression did not change, he quietly stepped forward, and then waved his hand.

Suddenly, the wind roared, and the silver-white sword qi roared, tearing apart the top layer of ruins, revealing the scenery below.

A young man in a brocade white robe, who had not been hurt too much, was lying in the ruins in a rather ugly posture, looking a little confused and unclear.

Li Molan looked at him, silent, did not speak, but his eyes were cold and incomprehensible.

The brocade worn by young people is obviously a very expensive fabric, this kind of brocade generally depends on the import of the Western Jin Dynasty when looking at Beihai, and those merchants who come from the north to the west will transport those expensive brocades, in fact, most of the time they are bought by some first-class sects, and few of them circulate to the third-rate sects, and for the barbarian land in the Xunyang area, it is even more difficult, the young people in front of them can wear such a gorgeous shirt, and how much people's fat and people's ointment they have eaten behind it, it is impossible to know, but it doesn't matter, because no matter how many sins he has put down, he will pay them back today。

"Who are you?" Qian Bei looked at the young man in horror, especially at the other party's blood-red clothes and the black hair that was wet and hung down to his forehead, for some reason, he had an unprecedented palpitation and fear, as if he had encountered the great horror of this world.

"I'm the one who came to kill you. Li Molan explained very seriously, because he thought it was necessary.

He had to make Qian not understand why he died, why he died, what he did...... led to everything today, then to regret, to suffer, and finally to die in despair.

It's like a swordsman who has been hated for many years killed an enemy who killed his whole family, and he will definitely tell him excitedly before the other party dies that he was a fish that slipped through the net in your hands, and you definitely didn't think that he would die in my hands, thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi feng shui take turns, and now it's your turn to repay those debts, do you regret it after the pain?

Then watching the enemy die painfully and unwillingly, this swordsman who has succeeded in revenge can get the greatest satisfaction.

That's what Li Molan thinks.

Qian is not allowed to be the young master of the Qingcheng faction, he has done many evils and is heinous, he has killed an unknown number of people over the years, and it is not a pity to die, but he still wants him to understand which mistake he made that led to everything he is now.

If you don't let him die clearly, let Qian not be happy to die in confusion, the most unwilling...... In the end, it's him.

Li Molan said: "I'm going to kill you, do you know the reason?"

He asked very seriously, and even a little seductively, because he killed him without making it clear...... So what are the three years of preparation?

Always ...... Not reconciled, right?

Qian couldn't afford to shake his head in confusion.

"For a woman who was driven crazy by you five years ago and finally killed. Li Molan said softly.

"Five years ago...... I have taken a lot of women captive over the years, which one are you talking about?" Qian Bei asked subconsciously.

Li Molan's expression froze.

He finally lost the idea of going on.

Some people, it is not a pity to die, it is said that such a person has done many evils in his life, and it is not enough to go to the eighteen layers of hell, and ...... It can also make people feel left speechless.

In Qian Yi's eyes, Tang Xi is just one of those women who have been inadvertently taken away over the years, then forced, and then discarded, not even enough for him to remember his name or appearance, what else can people say?

Li Molan couldn't say a word, and he even had the idea of killing him with a sword.

There's no point in going on, he can't describe to the other party very seriously, he wants to avenge the girl he has ruined in the past five years, and then wait for the other party to recall it with difficulty, and then go to the final trial.

So Li Molan raised his sword, and the tip of the small wooden sword pointed towards the gray sky, facing the autumn rain falling from the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

The sword intent in this sword was like an amazing sea, and there were even waves rolling.

This is the sword that Li Molan has been preparing for three years, and the sword intent contains his sword intent full of killing, and these sword intents come with wind and rain, like a storm.

The young man stood on the meadow with a sword in one hand, standing in the wind and rain, and could vaguely see the electric light slashing through the sky like a silver snake, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Qian Bu still doesn't understand what happened, such as who the other party is, how he got in, how he broke into the Qingcheng faction, why his father hasn't appeared yet, why the elders in the sect are nowhere to be found, these various doubts haven't had time to be answered, and he feels that feeling that death is coming.

So he desperately condensed the aura, and those auras wrapped around his palm, and it seemed to have some power.

"You go die!" Qian Ban gathered those spiritual qi together and slapped it towards Li Molan's chest.

This is the most powerful palm in Qian Bu's life, and the power contained in it can open mountains and gravel, which is his pinnacle.

The blood-stained cloth hunted and moved, and Li Molan looked at him expressionlessly.

Then the thousand-year-old wooden sword in his hand, the small sword that looked plain and unremarkable, wrapped in amazing sword intent, fell with the wind and rain.

It was as if the flat ground was thundering, and the storm was roaring.

Qian Yao's body was wrapped in these wind and rain, struggling in mid-air with difficulty, like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

He kicked his legs, bent his arms, and screamed in horror in his mouth, and the shouts were scolding, begging for mercy, crying, and crying for help, which were chaotic, revealing that the other party's mind had completely collapsed.

Countless sword qi swam in these storms, and they slashed ruthlessly across Qian Yao's body.

Gaps began to appear on the brocade white robe, and the blood from the wounds spilled on the meadow, as if blood was raining down, mixed with the wisps of autumn rain.

It was an unspeakable terrible storm, and at the same time, it was a meat grinder for money, and it was going to tear him to shreds.

Li Molan sniffed the smell of blood in the air and looked at all this expressionlessly, as if the sword intent in the wind and rain was not unleashed by him.

After dozens of breaths, in the midst of endless pain, money cannot be completely turned into blood mud, and those who die can no longer die, and those who die are transparent.

The plasma on the ground seemed to be able to recall the scene of the young master of the Qingcheng faction screaming wildly before.

Li Molan was still expressionless.

Then the boy showed a lonely look.

He sighed.

Killing Qian Bu can be said to be the most wanted thing to do in the past three years, and after killing him, it also made Li Molan's heart seem to be empty, and it seemed that something was missing.

"You're finally dead. He looked at the blood and said this, as if he was feeling something.

Then, he recalled the picture from many years ago.

That year, the fire-red kapok that spread all over the mountains like burning clouds vied with each other to open, and the branches and leaves were separated, glorious but not flattering. In this beautiful scenery, the boy broke into a forest, and then met the girl who carried a sword and was determined to be the first woman in the world.

The girl at that time looked embarrassed, and came with a sword, but did not find the enemy she expected, and the boy at that time did not choose to speak, and without thinking, he made a statement to tease the girl in front of him, although it was to dissolve the awkward atmosphere.

This is a very precious memory, no matter how many young people, he can recall these scenes when he sits in the teahouse, in the wine shop, or sipes the aroma of tea, or drinks a glass of spirits.

Then, in the past two years, the boy who was going to walk the red dust was depressed to find that the girl who liked to practice swords did not come to see him off, and his heart was depressed, but when he left, he seemed to have a glimpse of his eyes, but he saw those brocade flowers, the girl wearing a big red dress, standing in the sea of red flowers, the girl looked at each other from afar, pursed her lips and smiled, smiling like a flower, like this red kapok all over the mountains.

At that time, I am afraid that it was the first real heartbeat of Li Molan's two lives.

The world is emotional, but in the middle of summer, the white porcelain plum soup, the broken ice hits the wall, and the bell sounds.

The love calamity in the world, but the three nine black tiles are fresh, and the sugar heart is bitter.

The boy who was born to know it really tasted this taste thoroughly.

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The Beihai Dragon Elephant was still wrapped in cloth and carried behind him, and it had never been pulled out, but in this dripping rain curtain, those pieces of cloth were like his blood-stained cloth clothes, wet, so when he walked towards the Qingcheng faction, he didn't have the idea of holding an umbrella again.

It's already soaking wet, so there's no need to make another move to hold an umbrella.

Kill someone, but the chest is so empty, bathe in a rain, and the memories are so sad.

Li Molan carried a thousand-year-old wooden sword and a white oil-paper umbrella that had been collected, and slowly walked to the other end of Qingshui Lake.

The young man walked calmly in the rain, tread water across the lake, walked across the lawn, and then re-hung the dragon elephant sword on the horns of the old green cow, and carried the wooden sword on his shoulder, and climbed on the back of the old green cow very quickly, and said, "It's over...... Xiaoqing, let's go. ”

The old green cow roared softly, probably asking if we don't need to go to Tang Xi's grave to talk about it again?

Li Molan said softly: "It's okay, you don't have to go, I just went a few days ago, and I chattered for a long time, Sister Tang Xi Jiuquan learned that I was afraid that I would be tired of my nagging, and I just slaughtered that guy, I specially didn't leave the whole corpse, it was all into flesh, although I vented my anger, I reminisced impartially back to the days when I played with Sister Tang Xi, and now I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, and it would be too embarrassing to go to her grave again." We are not hypocritical people, we are very cold by nature, we didn't even cry when the withered old man left, if we cried at Sister Tang Xi's grave, I really couldn't afford to lose this person. ”

The old green cow shook his head and roared softly, meaning Xiaolan, you are not cold at all, you are a real person with flesh and blood.

Li Molan was noncommittal about Lao Qingniu's attitude, and did not react much, but said softly: "Let's go, let's go, let's go to the Daomen, the goal is set, that is, to go to the Daomen, what other second-rate cultivation sects we can't look down on, Qiumingshan and Dizizhai are too far away, so let's go to the Daomen, count the days, next year should be the day when the Daomen will open the mountain every five years to accept apprentices, let's hurry up, don't miss it." ”

The old green cow nodded, turned around, and walked in the direction of the south.

The soaked, blood-red boy did not hold an umbrella, bathed in the rain, carried a wooden sword, rode a bull, and hung a dragon elephant on the horns.

One person, one cow, all the way south.

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(ps: The two sentences about the world's emotions and emotions are from Mu Xuanying.) This chapter was originally going to be divided into two chapters.,But then it was simply released in one chapter.,Forget it, but this little plot.。 Don't forget to collect and push!Recommend!Vote!Ah~ Our new book recommendation hasn't come yet.,It's up to you to come and vote.