Chapter Ninety-Two: Ten Years

Finally, after one move, Luo Yunmo saw such an opportunity.

With a wave of her spiritual power, a spell appeared, heading towards Lin Chen. The masked man quickly dodged away, and the distance between the two men finally widened.

Luo Yunmo used all his strength to use his sword technique towards Lin Chen, and the dual use of spells and swordsmanship forced Lin Chen to take a few steps back.

Luo Yunmo used a few swordsmanship moves one after another, and Lin Chen could only retreat step by step.

She silently remembered the swordsmanship that her senior brother taught her, and kept using the bonus of the wood fire aura, so that there was an inexplicable thing in the sword qi, and after it was contaminated, it would be difficult to heal.

There is no doubt that Lin Chen also didn't notice it for a while, and was calculated by Luo Yunmo.

After the final blow hit, Lin Chen fell, and she just stood there, not catching up.

Waited a while. He came to Luo Yunmo and looked at her.

Wearing a mask, he couldn't see his expression, Luo Yunmo smiled faintly, "You lost." ”

I was hurt by her, and that's it.

Lin Chen looked at the blood stains on his wrist and was silent.

Luo Yunmo knew that Lin Chen didn't seem to have any reaction to these, and when he fought with her, Luo Yunmo could feel the restrained momentum.

Lin Chen seemed to have always felt like that, indifferent like a block of ice.

"Okay, let's go. ”

He readily agreed, which was something Luo Yunmo expected. The girl smiled. To turn around is to leave.

She looked at the gentleman and them, the smile on her face was shallow, and suddenly she saw the face of the person in front of her change greatly, and shouted to her: "Be careful!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Luo Yunmo's body was shocked, and blood was vomited in his mouth. A little blood stained the snow-white clothes in front of her, and she looked down to see a sword stuck in her chest.

Dragon's groan.

It hurts.

Luo Yunmo smiled.

The disciples of the Sword Sect also stayed there, and the people of Luoshan were extremely sad.

Taking advantage of the time when they didn't react, Luo Yunmo threw something at Mr. Qingyun with all his might, and then shouted, "Go!"

As soon as Mr. Qingyun received the snow-white ball, he felt a burst of force sucking them in.

The disciples of the Sword Sect realized these and wanted to come to chase after them, but Luo Yunmo swept through with a sword qi, and everyone retreated.

Before the disciples of the Sword Sect could react, all the people in Luoshan disappeared except for Luo Yunmo.

Because of the invocation of spiritual power, the blood in Luo Yunmo's chest was still flowing, his face was pale, and he finally smiled slightly when he looked at the appearance of Mr. and them disappearing. 【~#. ...&Fastest update】

Lean back.

No one caught her. Just watched her fall from this height to the bottom. At this moment, I will definitely not survive.

The disciple of the Sword Sect fell silent.

None of them looked at Uncle Lin's expression. Everyone stood there, and after waiting for a while, they finally heard the masked man's deep voice.

"Go back. ”

The people of the Sword Sect came and went quickly. It's like a gust of wind that takes something away and leaves something behind.

When Lin Chen went back to recover his life, he said that he had killed Luo

The end of the Luo Yun of the mountain. The high-level of the Sword Sect was overjoyed, and immediately announced the cultivation realm. The cultivation realm shook.

When Mr. Qingyun and those disciples returned to Luoshan, they were already in tears.

When they first arrived there, it was Luo Chen who came to greet them.

Mr. Qingyun didn't say what happened to Luo Yunmo, but just handed him the little ball.

Luo Chen took over the little guy that Luo Yunmo liked to hold in his arms, looked at her snow-white appearance, and fell asleep peacefully, his eyes were red, and his voice was still gentle: "She still likes these." ”

When Luo Chen took Dan Dan and Yan Yan to Dean Luoshan, their master, he saw the monk who knew that his junior sister's death was almost a night's white.

"It's hers. ”

Luo Chen's voice trembled.

The old man who was sitting on the high position of Siyun Hall finally spoke, "Stay." ”

Luo Yunmo's death became a direct event for Luo Shan to declare war on the Sword Sect.

Luoshan Academy tore up the peace agreement with the Sword Sect.

With the participation of several major families such as the Zhuo family, the Nan family, and the cultivation realm really ushered in the catastrophe of 10,000 years.

This is ten years.

In the past ten years, the Sword Sect has been making constant moves, first wantonly recruiting disciples, recruiting evil cultivators, and also asking to set up their contact points in various sects.

Seek better resources.

Not only to occupy better resources and talents, but also to all the sect families to recognize them as the first sect.

The arrogance of the Sword Sect harmed the interests of other sects in the cultivation realm. They rebelled.

Luoshan joined forces with other sect families to fight against the Sword Sect.

The two major forces, no one will let anyone.

The cultivation realm has long since lost the stability and peace it had at the beginning.

"If you want to talk about this major event in the cultivation world, you have to start talking about it ten years ago, Luo Yunmo, the genius girl of Luoshan back then, is

Outstanding talent and beautiful appearance. ”

"But he was accidentally harmed, and Luo Shan and this Sword Sect had a complete conflict. These famous sect families are separated because of these individuals. ”

A middle-aged man was spitting in this teahouse, talking about the matter of this cultivation realm. The audience in the audience was fascinated by the listening.

It's just that the little teahouses in the countryside have these things to pass the time, and it's really interesting.

The storyteller is also a clever person, and he knows that these ordinary people like the stories of these immortals who are usually untouchable, that is, they search their intestines and scrape their stomachs, and they want to tell something better.

"This Luo Yunmo of Luoshan has also made a marriage contract with Zhuo Rong, the young master of the famous Zhuo family, since he was a child, but he accidentally died. ”

"It's really a shame. ”

These listeners love the stories of beautiful people the most, and the more tragic they are, the more interesting they are.

"This young master Zhuo is also a rare infatuated lover, he has never married a wife in the past hundred years, and he said that he has only one wife in his life. ”

"This young master Zhuo is also rare. ”

The audience sighed.

The storyteller's performance ended, and the audience left the stage one after another. In the midst of the crowd, a man suddenly bumped into a man in a black cloak.

"Yo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

The man who was hit waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

After the man left, he couldn't stop looking back, not blaming him for doing this.

He always felt that there must be a woman under the cloak, but this cloak in broad daylight must have something mutilated on his face.

The man smiled and left.

The woman in the cloak walked out of the teahouse like that. Although it is only a small village in the countryside, it has a small market. It's quite lively.

Otherwise, why would a teahouse be built in this place?

She walked slowly on the set, watching the people around her come and go, feeling the breath she hadn't felt for a long time. For a while, I felt a lot more relieved.

Coming to a place where masks were sold, she reached out and picked up a Roselle mask. The white fingers caressed the pattern on it.

"Girl", the stall owner saw the liking of the cloak woman in front of him, and smiled enthusiastically, "If you like it, buy one." ”

She nodded, and pulled out a bead that glistened in the sunlight. Even people who don't know the goods can see that this bead is extraordinary.

She left the bead on the stall, picked up the mask and left.

The stall owner panicked all of a sudden, "Girl, this is our small business. I can't find it. ”

She shook her head and said she wouldn't look for it. And then he left.

The stall owner looked at the girl who could take out a priceless bead, but she was holding an ordinary mask tightly in her hand, and secretly thought that this was a strange girl.

The market is not big, and after walking for a while, it comes to the end. But the people here have smiles on their faces, and the stable life allows them to enjoy life to the fullest.

That's great.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. Suddenly, a few discordant voices interrupted the silence, "Get out of the way." ”

The woman looked to the side, and several officials who were five big and three thick pushed away the people who were blocking the way, and their voices were extremely arrogant.

"Get out of the way. Didn't you see the notice posted by the government?"

The official posted a notice on the public notice board of the market, and saw that there were literate people among the lively people, and read while reading: "Through the decision of His Highness, the people with spiritual roots and those under the age of 15 are allowed to participate in the selection of disciples of the Xiuzhen Realm Sect this year. ”

"Selection, it's those immortal elders who have come to pick disciples. ”

"That's great, I'm going to let my boy try it. If you can really go, it will be a glorious lintel. ”

Almost all the people who heard the news couldn't help but get excited. For a while, the market was full of such topics.

The cloak woman slowly left as if she hadn't heard such words.

Under that light, there was darkness again.

At the end of the village, there was a modest hut, into which the woman entered. Gently pushed the door open, and a creaking sound was heard.

"Are you back?" Suddenly, a coughing man's voice came from the back room.

The woman knocked three times on the door of the inner room.

Suddenly the door opened, and a raw handsome

The man walked out.

He sat next to the woman, looked at the snacks she bought, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "You're breaking the bill again." ”

The woman shook her head slightly, pushing the things in the direction of the man. Motioned for him to hurry up and eat.

The man's body seemed to be very weak, and he was coughing all the time. The face is also very pale. Seeing this, the woman took his hand again and put her fingers on his wrist.

The white fingers and the white wrist looked very harmonious for a while.

After checking the pulse for a while, the woman walked to the only decoration in the house, a pot of plum blossoms, and sure enough, the familiar medicinal fragrance.

The woman looked at the man, and although she hadn't taken off her cloak, he could still feel the condemnation in her eyes.

The man stroked his chest and smiled helplessly: "Really, it's too bitter." ”

The woman didn't say anything, she went directly to cook the medicine again, and for a while, guarding the small medicine stove, watching the jump of the flames, for a while, she lost her mind.

(End of chapter)