"Guys, it's a good job."

When the four six-star monks reunited, they were already sitting next to a barbecue stand on the side of the road.

Compared with Xu Chuan's three-person masturbation method regardless of their image, Chen Zheng's chewing and slow swallowing seemed out of place at this time.

Xu Chuan took a sip of wine and suddenly found Li Qingqu, who was happier than himself, and blurted out with a few question marks on his head: "Lord Li can also eat meat?" ”

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines~ Through the intestines~" Li Qingqu chewed on the meat and slurred his words.

Several people laughed heartily, ignoring the strange stares of others.

If the strangers saw this scene, they would probably drop their jaws, and the four top monks in China actually sat on the roadside stall eating smoky skewers, and Xu Chuan and Liu Fang were even more drunk and played boxing.

Li Qingqu pulled Chen Zheng aside and pointed at the two people opposite and laughed, "Look at them." ”

Chen Zheng smiled lightly and didn't dare to answer.

It was noisy for a long time, but when it calmed down again, the atmosphere became extremely heavy.

"I'm going to go for a long time this time, Brother Xu Chuan, Feng Ning relies on you." Liu Fang wiped the oil on his mouth, patted Xu Chuan's shoulder heavily, and said seriously.

Xu Chuan smiled, ignoring Liu Zong's hand that took the opportunity to treat himself as a rag, just picked up the wine glass and said, "My generation is a cultivator, there is no need to say more." ”

Looking at Xu Chuan's sincere eyes, Liu Fang couldn't help but be stunned, and some tears appeared in the eyes of this old monk who was close to the age of sixtieth year, and the inheritance of the new and old generations of monks was completed at this time when the clinking of glasses sounded.

"I'm going to go out next, the loss of human paintings is too great, and I have to go out to breathe." Li Qingqu said after drinking the wine in the cup.

"I'm going back to Chen's house too." Chen Zheng put down his chopsticks and said with a straight face.

"yes, I'm going to take those missing little cubs back to the stranger to get back to their lives." Liu Fang sighed with emotion: "The next time we get together like this, I don't know what year and month it will be." ”

Xu Chuan looked at several monks sighing but tacitly looking at his appearance, this rough man couldn't help but laugh at the moment.

"When to climb the mountain." Chen Zheng was the one who cared about Xu Chuan the most, and immediately asked the most important question.

"There's no rush for this." Xu Chuan took a shallow sip of wine.

"Do you want to give this opportunity to Yeyu?" Liu Fang seized the opportunity and asked immediately.

"It's ......" Xu Chuan deliberately paused after saying the first two words, which was considered to have satisfied the appetite of the three of them, and looked at Liu Fang and the three of them, Xu Chuan said unhurriedly: "No." ”

"You're a fool!" Liu Fang laughed angrily.

Li Qingqu looked at this matter more thoroughly: "The ability of night metaphor is enough, what is lacking is experience, and what happened in the southwest has not yet been looked for by strangers, so let's survive this catastrophe first." ”

Xu Chuan nodded silently.

"I don't know if you've found anything interesting." Chen Zheng looked at a few people and suddenly spoke.

"Oh? Let's hear it. The three of them immediately pricked up their ears again.

Chen Zheng drank all the wine in the cup, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Ye Qingfeng is a Confucianism in the general sense, Senior Liu is a soldier, Mr. Li is a Buddhist, and Li Xiuzhen is a Taoist ......."

After Chen Zheng finished speaking, he found that the other three people were squeezing their eyebrows at each other, each holding back their bad appearance.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Chen Zheng was puzzled.

"No, no, of course not." Xu Chuan couldn't help but smile and explained: "There is a rumor, I was not very sure before today, and I will be sure when I hear you say this." ”

Now it was Chen Zheng's turn to be puzzled: "What rumors." ”

"I heard that the family tradition of the Chen family to this day, that is, the crutch of the pestle in Mr. Chen's hand was entrusted to the ancestors of the Chen family in advance by Ye Qingfeng two hundred years ago."

As soon as Xu Chuan finished speaking, Liu Fang and Li Qingqu suddenly snickered, leaving Chen Zheng with one head and two confused, hmm???

"Yes, yes, because the night breeze drank high and talked to us about it." Li Qingqu said with a straight face: "I and Liu Zong's predecessors have a little friendship with Ye Qingfeng, the reason why the last two guardians are the two of us have been discussed a long time ago, you guess that Ye Qingfeng deliberately suppressed the repentance with the four sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and soldiers, which is right." ”

Chen Zheng gasped and approached Li Qingdao: "Mr. Li, can you tell me about Mr. Ye?" ”

"He's a genius." Liu Fang said with a smile, at this time, Liu Zong's face had already appeared drunken flush, and for some reason, this old stranger was very concerned when he mentioned the night breeze.

"What Liu Zong's predecessors said is very true." Li Qingqu raised a toast at the right time, and everything was silent.

Guess why Liu Fang stays around Fengning all the year round and doesn't move, he belongs to the Jiangnan Military Region, but he is also an old monk who has been nominated many times to go to the town demon stone to train with newcomers.

What's more important is that in Liu Zong's heart, there is always a picture that does not lose the night breeze.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Liu Fang inadvertently regards the night breeze as the goal of his life.

Li Qingqu glanced at Liu Fang without missing a trace, there were many stories hidden between the wrinkles on his face, and his words and sentences made people occasionally get a glimpse of the past years.

There are four people here, each with their own hearts.

"Li Xiuzhen's last hand is amazing."

Xu Chuan said suddenly.

"Yes, subverting time and sacrificing oneself to achieve others is a rare experience for you and me." Li Qingqu said with emotion.

The three of them talked about each other, only Chen Zheng held his cheeks and was stunned, looking at the dim street lamps on the side of the street, and occasionally his eyes wandered to the stars above the sky.

I felt that Ye Yu was not qualified to come to Li Xiuzhen for justice, but how could he not be qualified.

He escaped from Huaxia without killing anyone, nor did he instruct his subordinates to return to Huaxia to light the wolf smoke when he was in the six-pointed star, and he did not use his connections in the Ye family, let alone collude with the demons. What the night parable is doing, how clear.

Even if he discussed a reason with Li Xiuzhen today, he still chose to sacrifice himself to save more than 300 cultivators, and it was precisely when Li Xiuzhen saw this that he was willing to let go of the past and make way for Ye Yu.

Perhaps a consensus has been reached between the old and the young, and this is also the last time Li Xiuzhen and Ye Yu asked.

The difficulty of 54321 is that people cannot bear each other's weight, the pay is often not proportional to the return, and the inability to break the gap between classes is also a very important part.

Li Xiuzhen gave up his life in exchange for the road of Ye Yu, and the same Ye Yu also needs to answer the question raised by Li Xiuzhen today with the future.

That's the inter-class solution.

If you are a four-star cultivator, a genius cultivator, and a so-and-so wolf king, then you are not qualified to answer this question.

Only now, when pieces of skin are like broken jade and inches of soul are like candles extinguished, can we be qualified to answer this question.

Chen Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, but a few tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and the old man in that impression left this world in a vigorous way.

Fortunately, there is a successor of the Fengming Sect, and it is time for him to meet the only heir of the Fengming Sect.

Chen Zheng said goodbye to the three of them, put on the self-restraint sword again, and walked to Tianming step by step.

The shops in Xicheng opened one after another, and as soon as the woman surnamed Li lifted the shutter door, she saw a man in a green shirt with a sword standing at the door early.

When the man heard the voice, he turned to the woman and made a slap in the face, only to hear him whisper, "I'll settle his old accounts for Daochang Chen." ”

In the old street, which is no more than two miles long and ten meters wide, a man walks from the street to the end of the street. Every shop, every person who has given or received Li Xiuzhen's favor, Chen Zheng has swept away their disaster luck one by one without leaving a trace.

Just because of the sword Chen Zheng carried behind him, it was called to drive away evil spirits.

The sword of exorcism is a sword that can only be used by those who have a great spirit in their chests.

Li Xiuzhen owed the old debts in this place for several years, Chen Zheng's family visited them to settle them, and they bought a few taels of pastries afterwards, and finally bowed in front of the store again and again.

Such strange people soon attracted many spectators, twenty or thirty people poking their heads out or standing on the side of the road looking at the man with the sword on his back, and people chattered and wondered where this strange man came from.

Chen Zheng ignored the strange gazes of those people, and did what he promised Li Xiuzhen to do, and finally walked slowly to the end of the street.

At the end of the road, there was a small temple that Ye Yu had mentioned when chatting before, and Chen Zheng approached and happened to bump into a few children running out of the temple laughing.

Getting closer, Chen Zheng suddenly found that the woman who had been teased by Cao Tianzhi was walking out after praying.

The woman changed into a clean outfit today, and the fabric of the clothes was very good, but she was stretched tightly by Fa Fu's body, and it could be seen that she had to choose this old dress many years ago after a long time.

Chen Zheng stepped forward, and the woman lowered her head and happened to bump into Chen Zheng sitting under the locust tree in front of the temple feeding her daughter shortbread.

"Is it delicious?" Chen Zheng said with a smile.

"Uncle is delicious!" The little girl looked up and smiled happily.

"That's a little more to eat, you see, I've bought a lot of them."

A large and a small laughter reached the woman's ears, but this time the woman did not run up indiscriminately and scolded as she did yesterday.

For some reason, she felt that what the young man had said yesterday did not seem to be a fake.

When the woman was in a trance, Chen Zheng had quietly walked past her.

"Be kind to the child, she is still so young, she should go further to meet more people, and finally fall in love with the beauty of this society and a person worthy of love."

When the woman heard the muttering words of the man beside her, she was a little uncontrollable for a moment, and tears wet the face of the child she was holding in her arms.

Chen Zheng listened to his mother's continuous apologies behind him, and showed a relieved smile.

The world is in tatters, and we mend it.

Thinking of this, Chen Zheng came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Lan, who had been kneeling in the temple all night.

"Zhang Lan!" Chen Zheng shouted lightly.

Zhang Lan, who was hanging his head on the futon as if he had not slept yet, immediately opened his eyes when he heard this, and slowly raised his head to look at the statue in front of him.

It was an unknown deity, and people knew nothing about it except that the roots of the Great Dao were slightly related to the law of fire.

Zhang Lan was able to come here because he saw the young man who handed over the jade plate to him in the demon fog that was raging in the demon mist.

It was the patriarch Zhang Qingzhi and the previous sect master Cheng Xiao, and the two of them were standing on the left and the right side at this time, stretching out their hands towards Zhang Lan.

Come here, kid.

Zhang Lan's battered body staggered forward step by step, and the surrounding monsters repeatedly came out of the black fog, but they were all repelled by Zhang Qingzhi and Cheng Xiao.

Between the firelight, Zhang Lan saw a variety of fire methods that had long been lost under the protection of the two.

In particular, the fire method of the patriarch Zhang Qingzhi is even more mysterious, and it is very different from the majestic fire method of Li Xiuzhen and Cheng Xiao.

Zhang Qingzhi's fire method is more sophisticated and does not seem to stick to one style, his flame can be transformed into a formation, can be turned into a protective armor, and can even be turned into countless phantom beasts!

Doesn't the nature of the monk determine the path to take?

Zhang Lan thought in his heart that the default attributes of the cultivators have their own advantages and disadvantages, and people who are naturally close to a certain attribute will inevitably embark on a certain path in the future.

For example, Jin who is the main killer and Lei Huo, who is born to suppress demons, tend to be cultivators who are closer to this kind of attribute will be spirit swordsmen.

The cultivators who are close to water and wood are often auxiliary cultivators.

Zhang Lan looked at the dashing back of the patriarch and was in a trance, but was suddenly brought back to reality by the sea of fire that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Looking at the source, it turned out that Cheng Xiao knocked lightly on his heart, and the mirror lake in his heart echoed Cheng Xiao's spell at the same time, setting off a wave of the same height.

Cheng Xiao slashed his palm, waved his sleeves, and let the blood spill everywhere, and the blood splashed into countless fire phoenixes soaring.

"Let's go!" Cheng Xiao clasped his hands together and shouted, and suddenly a path appeared in front of Zhang Lan, and at the end of the road was the hub of the big array left by Li Xiuzhen-the wooden hairpin.

Zhang Qingzhi clasped his hands together and lit a fierce blue firework on the road opened by Cheng Xiao.

"Rebirth, right now." Zhang Qingzhi, who was standing in the air, said coldly.

Looking at the sea of fire with no end in sight, Zhang Lan plunged into it without hesitation.

The flame that was enough to burn the soul stretched out the tongue of fire and licked Zhang Lan's soul, Zhang Qingzhi's flame and the scorching bone cold flame of the underworld were originally of the same root and origin, and both had the ability to severely damage the soul.

Why do you say that the battle between Li Xiuzhen and regret is a battle of fire and water?

Many years ago, on the surface of the lake, Cheng Xiao, who was as small as a mustard seed, fought hard and failed to burn the overwhelming river water.

Fire cultivators are often rarely selected to become guardians, for no other reason, but the cultivators who major in the fire genus are more angry and tempered than the other.

But in the counterattack battle, the battle of the Demon Suppression Stone, and countless battles large and small, there was never a shortage of fire cultivators charging into battle.

Therefore, the number of cultivators enshrined in the Fire Law Hall accounted for thirty percent!

Li Xiuzhen is like a candle flame swaying in the wind, everyone wants to come up and blow it out, and regrets that he has carefully laid out for decades just to break through here with Li Xiuzhen.

Night Qingfeng, Li Qingqu, and Liu Fang have always adhered to their own creed. Even though the three of them were disappointed in this world because of Wang Wan, they never gave up guarding this city and everyone in this city.

And Li Xiuzhen, who has been losing, has become the best target for repentance, and the tsunami that came from the sky enveloped Fengning City at this moment.

It is often extremely difficult for those who are good at using water to blend with those who use fire, and the encounter between the two often ends with the defeat of one party. Regret once tried to extinguish this flame of Fengming Sect twice, but both ended in failure.

What he wouldn't even regret was that it was precisely because he was jealous of the sword immortal fire of the Fengming Sect, and then wanted to let this wisp of fire disappear into the world forever, that the Fengming Sect was able to continue the inheritance again.

Zhang Lan only walked a few steps before falling to the ground, and he was unable to see the direction of the smoke, and he slapped the ground weakly, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth.

Zhang Qingzhi landed slowly and quietly stood behind the last person of the Fengming Sect.

At this time, Zhang Qingzhi heard what Zhang Lan had been muttering.

"The red dust is empty, and my heart is immovable; Evil ghosts and ghosts, I need to retreat three thousand miles when I meet them. This body and heart are only for hoeing the strong and helping the weak, saving the world and the people, and the seal in the hand and the heart are decided, and it is necessary to open peace for all generations......"

Listening to the oath that kept repeating in Zhang Lan's mouth, Zhang Qingzhi didn't know when he burst into tears.

When his hometown was slaughtered by monsters, a man in white rescued his dying parents in the fire.

As the son of the Prime Minister, he had never seen such a scene, nor did he think that he would be as helpless as he is today.

The hissing of monsters and the crackling of burning flames were the only sounds of the night. Next to the fire, Zhang Qingzhi, who was still young, knelt on the ground and kept sobbing. The plainly dressed woman stretched out her hand to caress Zhang Qingzhi's face with all her might, how much she wanted to see the day when her child got married.

"Qing'er, take care of yourself, your father and I can't continue to accompany you." The woman's lower body was already stained red with blood, and she had no strength to squeeze out a smile and try not to make her son too sad.

"Mother, don't go, mother......" Zhang Qingzhi's hands trembled, grabbed the woman's hand and put it on his face, when he really felt that death was approaching and he couldn't do anything, Zhang Qingzhi felt how weak he was.

The man in white stood aside silently from beginning to end, just quietly watching this rich kid whose family was ruined overnight.

No matter how Zhang Qingzhi called, the woman's life had come to an end. Half an hour later, with a choked voice, the woman said goodbye.

Zhang Qingzhi, who seemed to have been drained of all his strength, collapsed to the ground, and his eyes were empty, and he didn't even have the idea of struggling.

Seeing this scene, the man in white slowly approached Zhang Qingzhi without saying a word.

"I want revenge, can you teach me spells."

Zhang Qingzhi's blood-stained hands were lifted upward, praying like a beggar for a gift from the man in white.

"Please......" A voice as thin as a mosquito overflowed from his mouth, looking at Zhang Qingzhi at his feet, he looked at the two corpses a few steps away, and the voice of the sword immortal full of majesty but with pity sounded on Zhang Qingzhi's head.

"Stand up."

Hearing this, Zhang Qing was stunned.

Seeing that Zhang Qingzhi didn't react, the Sword Immortal continued: "Don't ask anyone, stand up." ”

Zhang Qingzhi dragged his scarred body and struggled to stand up, but he fell to the ground again and again.

Seeing this, the sword immortal silently bent down and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Qingzhi.

For thousands of years, there has never been a god willing to face up to the suffering and weakness of mankind, and no god has ever been willing to disperse his power to preach in the world.

But at this moment, when Zhang Qingzhi's hands were full of blood stained the sword immortal's white clothes, the fate in the dark began to turn.

Zhang Qingzhi grabbed the hand tightly, and at this time, he grabbed the only life-saving straw like a drowning traveler.

"The seal in the hand, the determination in the heart, need to open a peaceful ...... for all generations"

A gentle wind-like voice came from above Zhang Qingzhi's head, and Zhang Qingzhi raised his face and finally saw the man's face clearly.

There were tears on that face that were the same as Zhang Qingzhi's, and the man's forehead was bruised, even if he was so angry, the man still smiled at Zhang Qingzhi and said, "Promise me to exercise your power for the peace of the world." ”

Zhang Qingzhi looked at the man's contradictory expression, and couldn't help but burst into tears for a while. I saw him get up and kneel on the ground with the help of the power of the sword immortal, only to hear someone in the vast sea of fire swear loudly: "The red dust is empty, and my heart is immovable; Evil ghosts and ghosts, I need to retreat three thousand miles when I meet them. This body and heart are only for hoeing the strong and helping the weak, saving the world and the people, the seal in the hand, the heart is decided, and it is necessary to open peace for all generations! If the oath is violated, man and God will never be reincarnated! ”

In the imperial city that turned into a sea of fire, even the Son of Heaven was buried in the flames, but at this time, there was a young man standing on the flames and stepping on the corpse of the demon, with blue flames burning in his hands.

As one of the original users of the Breath of Fire, Zhang Qingzhi founded the Fengming Sect after the end of the war, and in the days that followed, Zhang Qingzhi repeatedly went to the Demon Stone to stabilize the seal. Zhang Qingzhi almost never left the Demon Suppression Stone in the last thirty years, and this old cultivator who was the first person in the world to fire was finally killed in a demon riot with a loose seal.

And the oath that Zhang Qingzhi made when he borrowed power from the Sword Immortal in the sea of fire became the oath that every generation of disciples of the Fengming Sect must go through when they enter the Ancestral Master Hall.

Right now, Zhang Qingzhi looked at the struggling Zhang Lan as if he saw himself, he was so weak, and he was like a cheap grass that no one cared about.

The oath that was only known to the descendants of Fengming Sect, how did he know......

In an instant, an idea hit Zhang Qingzhi like thunder, and Zhang Qingzhi was stunned in place and kept muttering: "Could it be that you say...... Do you say ......"

Li Xiuzhen liked to travel mountains and rivers when he was young, and he was caught up with a torrential rain when he traveled to Wanling City in Huizhou. The water level of the tributary of the Yangtze River in Wanling City rose dozens of meters in three days, and most of Wanling City was affected by the flood. Everywhere they went, trees were uprooted, mud houses made of yellow mud were washed away by floods, and countless people were displaced, so they had to hide in the mountains and forests with what little money they had left at home and their families.

There are no demons in Wanling City that need to be suppressed, naturally there are no guardians who can balance the floods, and at that time, the night breeze has not created a large array in the south of the Yangtze River, and many cities in the Huizhou region will repeat this displacement scene every year.

Li Xiuzhen saw a little boy from a distance, desperately throwing himself into the water, just to save a little girl who was swept up in the flood.

The power of nature is difficult to resist after all, and the little boy watched the little girl being covered by the water again and again and finally disappearing.

Li Xiuzhen watched a few adults save the little boy with a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that the boy would kneel on the ground and cry as soon as he woke up.

It's all a catastrophe set by heaven, whether it's life or death, just follow the trend.

Li Xiuzhen turned around, but the little boy's cry seemed to have some magic power far away into Li Xiuzhen's ears.

Hearing the cry, Li Xiuzhen glanced back at the boy.

At this time, Li Xiuzhen saw that the fire of life burning in the little boy was competing with the flood that filled the city.

This is a flame full of vitality and a future, a foolish move to fight for your life even though you know you are invincible.

It's just that for some reason, after this glance, Li Xiuzhen couldn't move anymore.

There is a line of small characters in the story of Wanling City, about 20 years ago, there was a yellow-robed Taoist who picked up the lone character and cloud character from the top of the mountain with the inscription of the poet and immortal when the flood spread, and turned it into a boundless sea of clouds, saving countless people's lives.

Naturally, no one cares about this kind of strange novel-like record, and now more than 20 years have passed, and this page of story has long been pressed under the heavy story and no one can see it.

But Zhang Lan remembers!

Because Li Xiuzhen stepped on the water that day, and the surging flood was suddenly trampled out of Li Xiuzhen's feet until the ground was vacant. Li Xiuzhen grabbed the drowning little girl in the air, cut the monstrous water in half with a wave of dust, and walked to the little boy step by step with the little girl.

"Don't cry, stand up."

Li Xiuzhen said condescendingly.

The little boy rubbed his swollen eyes and looked up, and the person who came turned his back to the sun, and for a moment he couldn't see the face of the visitor.

"So stupid, you don't even want your own life for the sake of others, is this what your parents and teachers taught you?" Li Xiuzhen snorted coldly.

The people around were silent, because they had just seen the Taoist leader and walked out of the flood in three or two clicks.

What kind of god is this!?

"I ...... I want to save her......" said the little boy, sobbing.

"Do you know her?"

"I don't know her."

Li Xiuzhen was silent.

Such stupid words are like an elder.

The elder who was as small as a mustard seed, the elder who was thin and tall and the flame was only as big as a candle.

Li Xiuzhen suddenly grinned, he stretched out his hand and said, "Little guy stand up, what's your name." ”

The little boy grabbed Li Xiuzhen's hand and said timidly: "My name is Zhang Lan." ”

"Zhang Lan, okay, I rescued her for you, you owe me a favor. I hope you can help others repay me more in the future, okay? ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Lan nodded vigorously.

Li Xiuzhen stared at Zhang Lan's eyes, those eyes full of vitality, and involuntarily read in his mouth: "This body and heart are only for hoeing the strong and helping the weak, saving the world and the people, and the seal in his hand and the heart are decided, and he needs to open peace for all generations." ”

The young Zhang Lan didn't know what Chang said, so he just wrote it down silently.

In the flames, Zhang Qingzhi burst out laughing.

Cheng Xiao stood aside, watching the patriarch's movements, smiling without saying a word.

A thousand years ago, the sword fairy lowered his hand and allowed the blood of the human race to stain his sleeves.

A thousand years later, Li Xiuzhen took the child's hand again like a god on top.

Spanning thousands of years, the two pairs of figures correspond one by one, and the score is exactly the same.

I see!

The fire of the sword immortal is not a charity for the sword immortal, but a reward for the brave!

Therefore, the fire of the Sword Immortal will be drawn by Cheng Xiao's heart and become the sword of refining the river that can best restrain the water method!

That's why I got that ray of fire back then!

Zhang Qingzhi looked up to the sky and laughed, turning into a new sword immortal fire in a satisfied laugh.

And Cheng Xiao dragged the body that was about to disappear and personally handed the wisp of fire to Zhang Lan's hands.

Child, you have passed the trial of the Sword Immortal, and the Fengming Sect is proud of you.

When Zhang Lan climbed in front of the wooden hairpin little by little, Cheng Xiao left with a smile on his face.

Zhang Lan finally turned his head to look at the entrance of the temple, and Chen Zheng carried the evil exorcism sword on his back and made a mockery at the only heir of the Fengming Sect.

In the black mist, Zhang Lan was the first to break the situation, he held the wooden hairpin in his hand and shouted to Regret: "I am Zhang Lan of Fengming Sect!" ”

In his hands is the core that represents the formation, and behind him is the inheritance of the Fengming Sect through the ages.

The child who cried that day has finally taken over the mantle of the rescuer and has become the next rescuer.

Thousands of miles away, Lu Yu's son fell and said softly: "The first hand to finish." ”