In the mountains and wilderness, Lu Buwei looked at the young monk Sun Baichuan, who seemed to be a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers, dared to raise his sword in front of him, and somewhat appreciated his courage, but this did not prevent him from preparing to kill the two of them here, Li Molan would definitely die, and this honest young man with a convincing heart If he had before, he would probably regret that he was not a disciple of my Guanxin Valley, but now in addition to killing intent or killing intent, he has fallen into the demon path, and he looks at the life and death of others lightly, and the demon cultivator is the most unscrupulous and freewheeling, he can kill whoever he wants, there is no bottom line of order at all, and he doesn't mind killing this young junior who has only been cultivating for more than a year。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sun Baichuan's Dao sword pointed straight at the sky, and then slowly tilted the blade of the sword to aim at Lu Buwei, who was in the image of a young man in coarse cloth, and his hand holding the sword was trembling, but he still refused to leave.

Li Molan was a little ashamed in his heart, and when he died, he was implicated in this honest young man who once had a good impression of him, although he was an immortal who was high up in the eyes of mortals, but the young monk Sun Baichuan was not arrogant, and he would treat some ordinary old men with a salute commensurate with his juniors, and he didn't regard himself as a respected immortal at all, whether it was a cultivator or an ordinary person, in fact, the essence was the same, which Sun Baichuan saw most thoroughly, and it was also what Li Molan appreciated him the most.

"Where do I need you to accompany me to death?" Li Molan patted Sun Baichuan on the shoulder and said: "The money you owed me back was all repaid, so you don't owe me anything, you stand up at this time, what else can you do except accompany me to die?

"My little brother was the only one who helped me in the entire Lin'an City, and I thought that if my little brother also encountered such a dangerous moment in the future, I would definitely not stand by and watch coldly. Sun Baichuan replied humbly: "The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring, this is what my teacher taught me, although he is not a cultivator, but he can see more thoroughly than anything, I have always taken his words as a creed, and I dare not forget." ”

Li Molan ignored Lu Buwei, who was staring at him, and asked, "Your teacher?"

The title of teacher is different from that of Shizun, the title of master, it is obvious that the object of the title is not a person in the Daomen, so who can make Sun Baichuan take his words as the truth and dare not forget it?

"He's a great guy. Sun Baichuan said: "It's a long story, it's something I did before I went to Lin'an City to participate in the opening assessment of the Enlightenment Academy, if I and my little brother are going to die here, then there is no need to say it." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it, it's okay to leave a last word. Lu Buwei said indifferently, "The junior has a good heart, but it's a pity that if you dare to raise your sword against the old man, you will definitely die, let you say it happily, and you won't die blindly." ”

"Do I need to thank you?" asked Sun Baichuan.

Lu Buwei sneered and was silent.

Sun Baichuan said softly: " I was an orphan when I was a child, and I was picked up by my father when I was a child, and it is considered to be a luckier place than other little beggars, how much I have a father, I have a sheltered home, and my life is okay, my father has never married a daughter-in-law in his life, probably because the girl's family dislikes his vulgar appearance, after all, girls like those bookish and merry boys, or at least they have to be loyal and honest, although his appearance is not so cold, in the end it is a bit fierce, and he can scare the girl's family into crying in the middle of the night, who dares to marry him. ”

Whether it was Li Molan, who was seriously injured, or Lu Buwei, who was indifferent and conceited, they didn't speak at this moment and listened quietly.

At that time, I didn't think about going to the Tao, I just thought that I couldn't go to my father's path, I wanted to go to a private school to study, I wanted to go to the city to be an official, I wanted to write a good hand, I wanted to chant a good poem, and then I married a beautiful girl to go home, this is also the biggest dream when I was a child, but, then one day, my father caused trouble, it seemed that he met a monk, my father didn't know what the cultivation was, and he didn't know that the person in front of him was an immortal, disgusted him and shouted a few words, but was broken by the monk, and he was disabled。 ”

"Dad, he loves to drink, but he is not so addicted to alcohol, but since he broke a leg, he has been drunk at home all day long, and when he is drunk, he beats me hard, I don't understand why his temperament changed so much at that time, but he beat me, I will carry it, he doesn't work, I come to earn money, he raised me for five years, and it doesn't matter if I raise him again. ”

"It's a bit miserable. Lü Buwei said, there was something inexplicable in his tone.

Sun Baichuan continued: "Later, one day, I couldn't stand it anymore, I knocked my father to the ground, he suddenly became stupid, he didn't drink anymore, he didn't beat me anymore, I think this is good, but who would have thought that he would want to kill me?"

Li Molan's eyelids jumped.

"He didn't kill me, because he couldn't beat me anymore because he was missing a leg, and I took the knife away, and then I killed him, killing my father, that's right, this is the secret I have always hidden in my heart, no one knows, but if I am going to die, I always feel comfortable to say it. ”

Sun Baichuan bit his lip and said: " Then I fled, escaped from the town, and was hunted down by the government's wanted warrant, and then I went incognito, and went to a small town in the countryside, where lived an old gentleman, who had secretly listened to lectures in the private school before, and also wrote with one hand, and entered the eyes of the old gentleman, so the gentleman took me in, and promised me to be his apprentice, and I could read the books in his house, and I was very happy at that time, except for some guilt for concealing my identity as a fugitive, and I could not find anything else for the teacher except gratitude. ”

"The teacher taught me a lot, he taught me the grace of dripping water when the spring reciprocates, he told me that there are some things in life that need to be done without knowing what to do, he let me know what is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than the feather, until the day the old man died, I saw in the teacher's suicide note, it turned out that his old man had long known that I was a father-killing beast, a fugitive, but he always treated me as before, this grace, how can I forget?"

"I can't forget it. ”

Sun Baichuan chattered, all kinds of emotions in his eyes, reminiscence, sadness, pain, joy, gratitude, five flavors and miscellaneous tastes are more complicated than any kind of taste, the listeners have different emotions, Li Molan is silent, and Lu Buwei is disdainful: "But a mortal, I thought what kind of person could make your younger generation respect like a god." ”

"Lü Buwei. Sun Baichuan looked at him straightly, and said word by word: "Although the teacher is just a mortal, in my heart, he is so tall that he is so tall that I don't know where to go." ”

The tone is serious.

But it was this seriousness that made the gloom in Lu Buwei's eyes to the extreme.

A mortal ant dares to be taller than me? What kind of thing are you, a junior in the future, who dare to compare yourself with an old man?

"Then you can go see him. Lu Buwei waved his hand to summon a black mist dragon, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, revealing indifference.

Li Molan's heart moved, and he subconsciously wanted to take out the sword, but he was exhausted at the moment, and it hurt when he moved, where was the time?

The fog dragon fell from the sky, and Sun Baichuan looked at it in a daze, and slashed a sword forward, which looked extremely ridiculous.

The sword is broken.

People die.

There were no screams, only the sound of the wind, only the sound of swords breaking.

Li Molan's eyes were full of anger and resentment!

Under the bombardment of the fog dragon, Sun Baichuan flew no less than 100 meters before rolling to the ground, his clothes were torn, desolate and bleak, and his bones were shattered.

The blood is like a long snake hanging in the blue sky, which is extremely dazzling.

Look down.

Dragged a bloody red.

"Lu Buwei!" Li Molan raised her head and roared, got up angrily, and wanted to make a move, but it was too late.

Lu Buwei's face was cruel, and he waved his hand again, and then grabbed and shook it like a clay man.

Sun Baichuan's chest cavity exploded, and his mouth spat blood, like a puppet in Lu Buwei's hand, and the blood flowed all over his body like a bloody person, which was extremely tragic.

But there was still no fear on his face, let alone pain and fear of death, this indifference was enough to make many merry people who thought they were determined and would not bend ashamed, admiration from the bottom of their hearts, who would have thought that this was just a young monk who had been cultivating for more than a year?

Lu Buwei sighed lightly, looked fixedly, and was a little surprised.

The light of dawn shines on the earth and mountains.

The honest young man stood up covered in blood, the vitality in his body gradually dissipated, the aura in his body collapsed layer by layer, the veins burst jointly, and the blood of the heavenly spirit flowed like an infusion.

It's like a ghost!

But why is his expression not as hideous and terrifying as that of a ghost? Even the corners of his mouth have a touch of indifferent curvature?

He stood there quietly, quietly raising his head, quietly looking ahead, his eyes were calm, but empty.

Lu Buwei's eyes were puzzled.

Why are you laughing when death is coming?! Are you really not afraid of death?!

On that day, Sun Baichuan, a disciple of Taoism, still did not fall down after his death.

On that day, Li Molan looked at his death, looked at the heroic and tragic picture, bit his lip and bleed, and his heart was even more sad.

Why does it make people feel majestic even though they are dead? )