Luckless suppressed the bloody qi in his throat, he stepped forward and pinched Lu Gu's shoulder, the huge force pressed the flesh on her shoulder to sink slightly, "This sword belongs to you, take it well, it will grow with you, and when you have the strength to match it, it will wake up." Hearing Lu Gu's low cry of pain, Wufu instantly withdrew his hand, paused for a moment, and the turbulent waves in his eyes slowly stopped.

"Amitabha, Miss Lu, I'm sorry, the poor monk has lost his temper." Wufu bowed his head, he pursed his white lips, leaned into the robe with a trembling hand, took out a thin booklet, and handed it to Lu Gu, she looked at it silently by the rekindled light, the book should be very old, the cover was mostly off, the pages were yellow, and when the hand touched the paper, there was a rough feeling of vicissitudes.

Lu Gu took it, looked at Wufu in surprise, but still didn't make a sound, and his eyes were no longer as impatient as before.

"There is a very ancient swordsmanship recorded in this book, which was left by General Lu. You take it back and practice it well. Wu Yu paused, gasping fiercely, his old hand playing with the rosary, as if to hide some kind of uncalm mood, "The name of that sword is Blazing Blood. The history books don't include it, but it is indeed the real emperor of the sword. A hundred years ago, General Lu Xicheng had carried it to battle, and no enemy could compete with the edge of this sword.

"Except for the last battle, General Lu led his army north and set foot on the Arctic Ice Field, that battle was very tragic, all the soldiers under General Lu were buried in the Far North, and General Lu did not come back."

Lu Gu's face was irrepressibly surprised, and she asked in a dumb voice: "General Lu Xicheng, was he a traitor to the gods and was killed by the divine envoys?" ”

"Ahh Even the people of the Lu family believe in those who claim to be divine envoys in the Far North Divine Palace? ”

Lu Gu frowned and shook her head, to be honest, although she was instilled with some divine envoys since she was a child, they represent gods and are the objects of service by the people of the mainland, although she has never seen them, she hates those people in her heart, will the real gods ask the people to serve them? Fortunately in the Yan Dynasty, in the Jin Dynasty and some vassal states, the emperor and the lord of the state even enshrined the Sang Xi Palace in the extreme north as the state religion, and enshrined the priests in white robes, while calling Buddhism and Taoism evil cults, and the followers of the two religions were once ordered to be killed.

"Those people are devils! They are the people who were exiled thousands of years ago, and they have only one purpose - to rule this continent, whether it is the Yan Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, the Northwest, or the alien races beyond the Huahai, they must be subordinated to them! A hundred years ago, General Lu saw through the hypocrisy of Sangxi Palace, and he led his troops to conquer the extreme north for the sake of the people. Wufu coughed a few times and looked far away to the far north.

"But General Lu also lost..."Lu Gu regretted it as soon as he said this, and looked at Wufu carefully.

Wuyu didn't get angry, just looked back solemnly, "No." He hasn't lost yet. General Lu was not killed by the oracle. He was just attacked by a traitor. General Lu only brought half of his soldiers and horses with him in that battle, and the remaining half of his subordinates were pardoned for blasphemy by the emperor of the Yan Dynasty at that time and sent to various countries. If there is a big move today, many people are waiting. ”

Lu Gu choked, a little overwhelmed by this sudden history, she only knew that Lu Xicheng was her ancestor, but when she was a child, her father was reluctant to mention this great ancestor. Out of curiosity, Lu Gu had secretly turned over some historical materials about Lu Xicheng, he was the strongest general in Dayan in a hundred years, a loyal and righteous man with iron bones, and the object of all soldiers in the past hundred years. Until one time, these historical books she secretly treasured were seen by her father, and her father, who had always been elegant, made his first move and slapped her hard, and his mother, who had always been indifferent to her, looked a little more disgusted. After that, she never dared to mention this heroic predecessor again.

Lu Gu clenched the sword and pamphlet in his hand, and swallowed his saliva, "I'm a woman, will they accept me?" ”

Wufu shook his head firmly: "Miss Lu, it has nothing to do with men and women, all beings are equal." And most importantly, would you like to join us? The world is too chaotic, once your identity is exposed, it will not be ordinary, it will attract countless knives and hidden guns, not only you may die, but even the people around you may be affected. We don't blame you if you don't want to. After all, you could have had a peaceful and happy life, but we forcibly involved you. ”

Could have had a peaceful and fulfilling life? Lu Gu chewed this sentence silently in his heart. The sword in his hand suddenly burned, and the blazing heat poured in from his palm. Lu Gu lowered his head suspiciously, the sword was not sheathed, and the rust that wrapped the sword body flashed with clusters of red light as if it had been scalded, the light was dim, but it was constantly flowing, like a steaming magma hidden under the pitch-black rock, waiting for the moment to erupt.

Lu Gu stared at it calmly, and suddenly thought about what the surging emotions and the blood flowing on the sword were.

It's the undead.

Lu Xicheng's memories returned with the blood of the undead. They were in hell, but they didn't give in.

Lu Gu clenched his fist with his hand, wrapping the blade of the sword with the most red light in his hand, the rusty edges and corners cut through her white fingers, and the oozing blood beads fell into the flowing red light, and the sword body let out a low roar, as if responding to her from afar.

"The people who fought side by side with General Lu are all heroes, right?" Lu Gu said to the gods.

Without the slightest hesitation, he replied in a silent but powerful voice, "Yes." Lu Xicheng's subordinates, on the battlefield, will never give in! ”

He was too old to swear as hard as he had so many years ago to swear to the glory of the blood. Wuyu took a deep breath, strode forward, and pinched the Blazing Blood Sword hard, the sword body shook slightly, responding to him, his body also shook, closed his eyes and chuckled, stroking the rust of his hand, "This is the first time that Blazing Blood has responded to me." Is that you? My forefathers, my brothers! You're still there! Even if it is a hundred years, a thousand years, your ashes have flown to all corners of the land of the Yan Dynasty, but the flowing blood will not stop! Our time is coming to an end, and the rest is left to the children of the next generation! ”

Kneeling down forcefully, Huo Ran raised his eyes to look at Lu Gu, his eyes were as fierce as red flames, and like lightning tearing through the dark sky, "Child, go forward bravely." Insert the blazing blood on the highest ice peak in the extreme north, and bring the blood and souls of your ancestors back to the land of Dayan! On the occasion of my death, with my body and my blood, I salute the heroes and swear to the new owner of the blazing blood! Blood-burning loyal souls, immortal! ”

Lu Gu stood upright, clutched the sword in his hand, and chanted aloud, "Bloody loyal soul, immortal." ”

The last of his strength was exhausted, and the bones of Wuyu's body seemed to fall apart, and his body sank suddenly, and he fell to the ground with a clatter. Lu Gu wanted to come over to help him, but was stopped, "Life and death are common things, and today is my limit." It's late, Miss Lu will take a nap on the soft couch first, and go back as soon as the morning dawns. With this sword, they are all waiting for this moment. Wufu sat up slowly, closed his eyes, and faced the Buddha, "If possible, please help me bring a message to the Lord of Yin, Gu Qi will not forget the events of many years ago, and Wufu will not forget, but please him, don't dwell on those past events." ”

Facing the dying old man, she nodded with great respect, "I will definitely bring it." She looked at the old monk's side face through the heavy lights, and the excitement just now seemed to be just a return to the light, his face was as pale as ashes, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his bones were thin and protruding, and he was lightly attached to a layer of skin, only a pair of dark eyes were heavy and looked at the Buddha statue, like a silent wind entrenched in the mountains and forests.

The wind from the far north finally blew across the highest mountain range on the continent.

No one speaks anymore.

The rain in late spring was quiet, and the thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the rain was as fine as a needle, falling densely on the top of the temple, sliding down the eaves, dripping on the ground, converging into a stream, flowing in all directions, silently moistening the greenery. The green bamboos all over the mountain swayed gently with the sound of wind and rain, vigorous and sonorous.

"The old host said that I have a Buddha fate, but I am not dedicated to Buddha. My heart is occupied by killing, Buddha you don't think you will save people like me. ”

The shadow cast by the light at the bottom also swayed with the shadow of the bamboo leaves, and the light and shadow alternated on the monk's face, wandering, "I don't want to fall into the infernal hell, but I ask the Buddha to bless my comrades." ”

The old monk had never felt so calm. He folded his hands on his chest and looked reverently towards the Buddha statue.

The thin threads that strung the rosary were suddenly cracked, and countless beads fell with a bang and scattered on the ground.

The bell of the ancient temple rang, long and long, through the mountain stream, through the wind and rain, through the thousands of miles of clouds, circling and echoing between heaven and earth.

The Buddha sat upright in the dark, as if in the clouds, his eyes drooping, and his compassionate eyes enveloped all things in the world.

If you don't burn your body, arms, and fingers to support the Buddhas, you are not a monk.