Dragging Yuan Xue out of the crowd of good deeds, the three of them officially embarked on their way back to the Central Plains.

Su Lanting was still thinking about the little girl who was trying to assassinate the Northern Meditation Cultivator on the street.

Xia Zhengzhi led many masters to try to attack and kill her and the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but was defeated and killed in the battle with the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

In the rivers and lakes, no matter how high you cultivate, you may be killed, Xia Zhengzhi wants to kill them, and it is understandable to be killed by them.

But Xia Shu's appearance made her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

Xia Zhengzhi kills people like hemp, treats human life like a mustard, I don't know how many bad things he has done in Huangsha Town, no matter who looks at it, he is an out-and-out villain.

But such a wicked person loves his daughter very much, and only wants her to live her life in peace and happiness.

If he had the heart to teach his daughter to enter the rivers and lakes, Xia Shu would not be so clumsy at all, it would be tantamount to taking revenge on the Northern Meditation Cultivator by hitting a stone with an egg.

Did what they do ruin a child's life?

"There's no need to dwell on it so much, I killed Xia Zhengzhi and Huang Jincheng with my own hands, and I'm ready to meet the threats they may bring after their deaths. The bandits and bandits also have family and friends, do you want to exterminate them, and you still care if their families will suffer?" Bei Ming Xiu smiled, "I gave her a chance, and it was already good that she didn't cut the grass and eradicate the roots." ”

Su Lanting bowed his head and was silent, and said after a while: "Indeed." ”

If the Northern Meditation Cultivator is willing, he can completely uproot the Huang family, and the old, weak, sick and disabled will not let go, and he can sit back and relax in the future, but if he does it, he will be no different from the evil demon head.

Northern Meditation Cultivator disdained this, he had already made his own decision, just like Long Yao said, if you plant the cause, you will reap the fruit, whether the fruit is good or bad.

Maybe one day in the future, Xia Shu will take revenge on him, and then it will be another matter, who wins and who dies, each according to his ability.

In the rivers and lakes, there are a lot of killings, and it is understandable for you to kill others, if it is you and you are killed, then you can only accept your fate.

Su Lanting sighed helplessly, but the waves in his heart had calmed down.

It's easy to say and do it.

Yuan Xue, who was confused by the others, finally couldn't help but interject: "What are you talking about?"

Bei Mingxiu smiled and gently tapped Yuan Xue's head, and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

......

In the messy shop, Luo Lingfeng quietly listened to Xia Shu's cry and let out a long sigh.

Xia Zhengzhi was the first person in Huangsha Town to discover that he was a cultivator, and in order to force out his true cultivation, he did everything he could until he slapped him into the wall, but at that time, he was still laughing.

Not only did that guy become the biggest customer of his shop, but he also tried every means to get his daughter to climb his line.

It's just that Xia is honest and honest, he has never been able to agree, if the two are about to leave, they seem to be friends but not friends, but they get along harmoniously.

If it was Luo Lingfeng before, he would definitely unceremoniously capture Xia Zhengzhi back to the Heavenly Dao Alliance for trial, but now he can't do this.

The glorious ...... of the Heavenly Dao Alliance He no longer believed that if he killed Xia Zhengzhi like Xia Zhengzhi tortured and killed others, then what was the difference between him and Xia Zhengzhi?

In his heart, the blood is not cold, but the whole heart has entered the cold winter, and there is no smile or tears.

This sigh is already his biggest regret for Xia Zhengzhi's departure.

He has done so much evil that he will not escape death.

That young man named Zhou Han may just be a young and vigorous young man, who is as jealous and hateful as he was back then, and he can't wait to kill all evil.

Luo Lingfeng got up from the recliner, leaned back on the table and said, "I'm sorry...... I can't help you. ”

"I once swore that I would never kill someone with a martial arts cultivation in this life. ”

Xia Shu had tears in her eyes, gritted her teeth bitterly and said, "Master, I can learn, I'm not afraid of hardship." ”

Luo Lingfeng's heart moved slightly, and he did not refuse her title.

Xia Shu has always been the pearl of Xia Zhengzhi's palm, and after seeing this little girl so many times, Luo Lingfeng knows very well that Xia Zhengcheng can't wait to give her the best things to her daughter, so as not to let her be hurt and wronged a little, and not let her secret private things affect her life.

Xia Zhengzhi is not a good person, but he is a good father.

And this little girl who grew up in arrogance is more tenacious than he imagined.

Luo Lingfeng looked at Xia Shu and said seriously: "If you want to learn my exercises, you have to swear with your own heart that you will never let hatred dominate your behavior." ”

Xia Shu gritted her teeth and swore seriously and firmly: "The sky is above, I, Xia Shu, swear to the sky, I will never become a puppet of hatred in this life, otherwise I will ......"

Before the words fell, Luo Lingfeng waved his hand at her and said, "No need to continue, I have already seen your character." ”

"From today on, you are the eighth generation disciple of Xiaozhengyangmen. ”

"Little Zhengyangmen?" Xia Shu lowered her head, repeated this name that was extremely unfamiliar to her in a low voice, and immediately knelt down and bowed, "Disciple Xia Shu, meet the master." ”

There was no smile on her face, her expression was resolute, and two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down without a fight.

Luo Lingfeng calmly waited for Xia Shu to finish the salute, walked out of the counter, and reached out to help her up.

He never thought that he would actually accept apprentices.

But it is true that the Luo family sword needs an heir, and I heard that Xiao Zhengyangmen, who is now at the end of its rope, also needs to continue the inheritance.

He took an iron sword from the wall and put it in Xia Shu's hand.

Unlike the one taken down by the Northern Cultivator before, this iron sword was thick and heavy, and although it looked unremarkable, if it fell to the ground, it would definitely shake this shop.

Xia Shu stretched out her hand to take it, only to feel that it was quite heavy to start, and it was not easy to hold the hilt of the sword, but it was extremely difficult to swing it.

"Every day, come here with it on your back and come to me, and I will formally teach you to practice. ”

Xia Shu dragged the iron sword, gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you, master." ”

Seeing that Luo Lingfeng didn't continue to say anything to her, Xia Shu saluted Luo Lingfeng, held the iron sword with difficulty, and staggered away.

After getting along for so long, she knew that Luo Lingfeng was a very speechless elder, and when she first came to this shop under the leadership of her father, she thought Luo Lingfeng was a fool.

There is no need for any superfluous words, now that he recognizes himself as an apprentice, then he is her master.

Luo Lingfeng watched Xia Shu go away, with emotion in his eyes.

At the beginning, Xia Zhengzhi wanted him to teach Xia Shu, because he saw that Luo Lingfeng had practiced a Zhiyang Technique, which could make up for Xia Shu's congenital deficiencies.

Although he didn't agree on the surface, in fact, in the two years of getting along, he had already subtly passed the positive yang qi to Xia Shu, otherwise she would not have been able to hold the sword.

"I will take care of your daughter, and I will repay your love over the years. ”

Luo Lingfeng lay down on the recliner again, opened it again as soon as he closed his eyes, and couldn't help but take the iron sword of normal weight from the wall, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

This sword was built by him in imitation of his own saber back then, maybe it was just a casual effort, but how could it not reveal his nostalgia for the past?

He took off the iron sword, closed his eyes, recalled the Luo family sword that was almost engraved in his bones, and handed it out lightly, the tip of the sword turned around in the air, and finally pointed to the sunset that was gradually falling outside.

A sword roared.

In the dirty little shop, the few pieces of iron that were hung on the wall began to tremble, and the dust that covered the whole shop fell one after another, and was carried away by the tip of the sword, and finally thrown out of the window.

There is still a glimmer of light in the remnant sun.

The sword, which has been silent for decades, can still emit a chilling sword sound.

Luo Lingfeng was very satisfied with his previous sword, took the iron sword in his hand, opened the shop door, and walked out slowly.

Xia Shu, who was not too far from the shop, pushed the iron sword with difficulty, and suddenly felt the movement behind her, and couldn't help but show a smile on her face.

Luo Lingfeng came to her side and said, "Go back, just call me up from the courtyard at the end of tomorrow." ”

Xia Shu wiped the sweat from her face and said happily: "Yes, master." ”

For a long time to come, pedestrians on the street could see the magic.

The sloppiest boss in the town followed behind Miss Xia, watching Miss Xia drag her big sword and walk forward with great difficulty, she had no intention of helping at all, but she looked exhausted, and Miss Xia, who was about to fall at any time, looked ...... But happy?

Xia Shu didn't pay attention to the disdainful or mocking gazes of passers-by.

She was looking at Luo Lingfeng.

As soon as my father died, these guys changed their faces and ignored them.

Fortunately, the master is still the master.

Under the setting sun, two figures, one large and one small, slowly moved forward, dragging the shadows for a long time.