The sword on the waist of the blind man has popped out an inch slightly, and the cold light is very dazzling in the dark, but he can't see it, but the cold light of the blade is left for others to see.

The crack man stretched out his hand to stop the two subordinates behind him who were about to draw their swords and rush forward, and smiled: "Then you say, how can it be considered fate?"

Wang Yuanbao stood upstairs in the Zhiluo Pavilion and saw it clearly, but this was just a matter of feeling interesting, the strength of the blind man, Wang Yuanbao couldn't see clearly, the three people downstairs, they were just the first and second realms of martial arts, and the most powerful men were only the three realms of martial arts.

The blind can easily cope with it.

The moment his sword popped out, dozens of snowflakes suddenly fell from the sword qi great snow mountain in the dantian of Wang Yuanbao's Qi Mansion.

You must know that even martial artists above the three realms can hardly make a snowflake fall from the sword qi snowy mountain, and the strength of the blind is by no means only under the five realms of martial arts.

The blind man Luo Tuo didn't hear the question of the tough man, but the sword on his waist popped out an inch.

The corners of the crack man's mouth twitched, and he rose again: "Don't you think I don't dare to kill?"

The two brocade-clothed guards behind the sturdy man pulled out their flying feather knives like autumn water, and stared at Luo Tuo's blind man's hand tightly.

They are not those arrogant public door catchers, but real veterans of a hundred battles who lick blood at the tip of the knife, rolling in the pile of dead, although they are disciples who came out of the martial temple, but the skills and means they really use are not as much as those used in the rough battlefield killing technique.

Fancy skills, on the battlefield, that is the first to die, the killer is up and down, there is no life, want to seize the opportunity to kill, listen to the six ways and watch the eight directions, that is not needed, as long as you keep an eye on the killer's hand, no matter how fast the sword, there will be flaws.

The crack man's hand is on the hilt, the flying feather knife is the standard blade of the forbidden army of the Longquan Dynasty, its quality, I don't know how many times better than the blade of the side plug, the worker must first sharpen his weapon if he wants to do a good job, the crack man does not believe it, the sword in the hand of the blind man can be tougher than this flying feather knife.

The corners of Luotuo's blind man's mouth rose, he heard the sound of the knife unsheathed, and smelled the blood that had not been seen for a long time, many people don't like to kill, and what they can't stand is blood, but they don't hate blood, but they enjoy it very much.

The reason for this is very ordinary, nothing else, just habits.

Whether you like it or not, as long as it becomes a habit over time, there is no such thing as disgust, people are always numb in habits.

The only thing that can stir the ** in my heart is what I hate.

The crack man had no reason to feel a pang in his heart, and the smile on the corner of the blind man's mouth was really visible, and it was cold and cold, which made people shudder.

This is a smile that only veterans who have been fighting and beheading all year round can have, usually, like killing chickens.

"Kill!"

The fierce man suddenly shouted, and the flying feather knife in his hand was like a cold light, slashing at the neck of the blind man of Luotuo, and the two subordinates beside him, the flying feather knife slashed at the crotch and weakness of the blind man of Luotuo at an extremely tricky angle.

They are the deadliest places on the human body.

The blind man in Luotuo didn't smell it, and he didn't dodge, the sword in his hand, like flowing water, without the slightest condensation, as if he had long been eager for bloodthirsty, but he had been suppressing the scabbard, and once it was pulled out, it was like a beast out of the cage, choosing people to eat!

The clash between the sword and the sword, the electric light and flint briefly touched, and they parted with one touch.

The sturdy man felt the blood dripping from the blood groove on the Flying Feather Knife.

And the blind man returned the sword to the sheath, wiped the blood from the blade with his fingers, walked smoothly to the door of the Zhiluo Pavilion, and sat down in the shadows again.

The two bodies fell, blood gushing out of their tightly clutched throats, just like a spring, but the wrong color.

The flying feather knife in the hand of the crack man fell to the ground, and his hand covered his chest tremblingly, and the scorching blood burned his palm.

With his eyes wide, the sturdy man looked at the blind man who was still sitting in the shadows in horror, gasping for breath, and with each breath, his body became colder.

"You...... You are...... Folding the sword ......"

Before the words fell, the elite man could no longer suppress it

The blood gushing out of the heart cavity fell to the ground headlong, and there was no breath.

And the blind man of Luotuo has never been stained with half a point of blood.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

Ranger should be like this!

Wang Yuanbao looked at the blind man in the shadows in surprise, he didn't expect it, but he was too worried, the moment the blind man made a move, he saw the strength of the blind man, and he had never even touched the threshold of the martial arts realm, but the moment the sword came out, even he, the martial artist who had touched the threshold of the five realms of martial arts, was also shocked, Fang Cai's sword, if it were not for the sword qi snow mountain next to the Qifu dantian, he would never have survived.

Suddenly, Wang Yuanbao remembered a sentence in the book: "Ku Ding solves the cow, and the skill is close to the Tao." ”

Luotuo Blind Man has no background, just a ranger in the rivers and lakes, but the sword in his hand has been polished with the meaning of the Great Dao.

The most terrifying thing is that this person is just a ranger, not a self-proclaimed immortal qi practitioner, and an ordinary martial arts figure who claims to be the supreme martial artist.

If he is given a chance, what will his future be?

No one can tell.

Wang Yuanbao came back to his senses and said to Tang Xiake, who had already sobered up: "Let's go, it's time to go to work." ”

Tang Xiake stretched out when he heard this, got up and followed Wang Yuanbao downstairs.

Yun Yan watched worriedly as the two walked downstairs.

Tonight's moonlight, as if dyed with blood, is projected through the carved windows, making it chill to the touch.

And Qingluan, Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen were tired of playing for a long time, and fell asleep on the low couch and embroidery pier.

Yun Yan sighed, took out the brocade quilt in the embroidery pavilion, and covered the three of them.

The people in the Zhiluo Pavilion were all dismissed a month ago, and now in the Zhiluo Pavilion, there is no one else, Yun Yan sat beside Qingluan, touched her handsome and plump little face, and smiled, if Wang Yuanbao fails, he and this sister are unwilling to be caged birds anymore, even if they die, they will die in freedom.

Qingluan, who was sleeping, turned over, hugged Yun Yan's slender hand tightly, and fell asleep again.

Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake walked out of the Zhiluo Pavilion, and a burst of bloody air came to their faces, and what came into their eyes again was not the corpse lying on the ground in brocade clothes, but the pale face of the blind man in Luotuo.

It seemed that he had "seen" Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake, and the blind man of Luotuo smiled rarely: "I won't live long, you take my sword away and kill me." ”

The blind man seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and his tone was relaxed.

Tang Xiake said: "Are you okay? You were still alive just now, how could you die so soon?"

Wang Yuanbao patted Tang Xiake's shoulder and said, "The sword just now has exhausted all his spirit, what he said is true." ”

Hearing this, the blind man smiled helplessly: "You are right, I just touched the essence of the sword, but I am about to die in the blink of an eye, I am really unwilling!

As he spoke, the blind man untied the sword from his waist and touched it lovingly, as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend for many years.

With a clang, the sword fell.

Luotuo's blind eyes were completely gray and lifeless, but he was smiling.

Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake looked at the dead blind man in silence, and they only had admiration in their hearts.

After a long time, Wang Yuanbao picked up the sword on the ground, and a sharp and abnormal sword intent suddenly spit out, cutting Wang Yuanbao's palm open, and blood oozed out.

Wang Yuanbao picked up the sword, and took advantage of the moonlight to see three words engraved on the scabbard, uninhibited, but with a dripping style and bones, it was really dusty.

"Li Mubai"

"Chang'an wandering rangers, Wuling young horses. This growth loves the beauty, and the sword wine beauty does not stay!"

Tang Xiake was silent for a long time, and gently chanted the most famous "Ranger Er" in Jiankangjing.

The blind swordsman and the blind poet are all him, and he is Li Mubai.

Wang Yuanbao will be Li Mubai

With the sword at his waist, he respectfully saluted Li Mubai's corpse, and this was all he could do.

"We'll bury him when we're done, right?"

Tang Xiake turned to Wang Yuanbao and said, how many rangers like him are because of Li Mubai and carry books and swords to fight chivalry and revenge in the mountains and rivers.

The children of the rivers and lakes died in the rivers and lakes.

This should be Li Mubai's best destination.

Wang Yuanbao said: "Okay, this is the case, let's build a tomb for Senior Li together." ”

Tang Xiake nodded, and stacked the three corpses in the depths of the alley.

And these completely fell into the eyes of the two.

Outside the fireworks alley, a long-abandoned Confucian Temple, Qingyunguan garrison is the most, and it is also the throat of the Longquan Dynasty, natural martial arts are prosperous, in contrast, the Confucian Temple is deserted, and no one comes to worship incense anymore.

People in the world have always only worshiped the gods related to their own interests, incense, to a certain extent, represents not only prosperity or not, but also people's vital interests and hopes.

It's just that this abandoned Confucian Temple in Qingyunguan is different from the Longquan Dynasty, or in other words, it is different from the entire Confucian Temple in the world.

In addition to the three sages of Confucianism, there are seventy-two sages left in the Temple of Literature.

But this abandoned Temple of Literature has two more gods out of thin air.

A middle-aged scribe dressed in a moon-white Confucian shirt respectfully walked into the Temple of Literature, did not worship the Most Holy who lived in it, nor did he pay attention to the Fusheng and Yasheng beside the Most Holy One, but only knelt down solemnly in front of a smiling idol under the Three Sages.

"You left this Temple of Literature and wasted a lot of effort, right?"

Zhao Qianzhi walked into the Temple of Literature and said sarcastically to the middle-aged scribe who had already bowed three times and bowed up.

"Whether you waste your strength or not, it's just my business, it has nothing to do with you, sit down and study with the teacher, you may not think that I am a disciple of the teacher, but I can't disown the teacher. ”

The corners of the middle-aged scribe's mouth went up, as if he had heard a joke.

Zhao Qianzhi smiled and said: "What a Zhang Zaihou, I can't compare to you with this tongue, Master's truth, in today's world, is too advanced, even if some people agree, it is only a few, in the end, it is still not comparable to the good and evil principles inherited by the Xue Palace, sometimes, I have been thinking, is it really right to insist?"

The middle-aged scribe Zhang Zaihou sneered and said: "It's not correct, it's not your turn to say, if you can refute me in the heart-to-heart debate, let's talk about the master's right or wrong!"

Zhao Qianzhi was not angry, kneeling three times and knocking nine times at the clay puppet, meticulous.

"Fang Liang is gone. ”

This sentence is like thunder on the ground, and Zhang Zaihou's undisturbed heart lake suddenly rises with monstrous waves.

"However, two of him, no, three, and one should be said to be our junior disciple who he accepted as an apprentice on behalf of his teacher, as well as his disciples, arrived at Qingyun Pass. ”

With that, Zhao Qianzhi stood up and walked out of the Temple of Literature.

That's all he says, and the rest has nothing to do with him, and the layout often only needs one sentence.

This was taught to him by the old man in private, and now it is just right to be used.

Learn to apply, easy to learn, but difficult to use, just as a gentleman who has not been justified in the Jixia School Palace is enough to compare with the saint said, it is easy to know and difficult to do, the truth of the world, you can listen to the face-to-face teaching, but if you want to really use all you have learned, it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

In any case, right and wrong, good and evil, can be arbitrarily according to the heart, success or failure, but it is just a paper talk, maybe you will be distressed, but there is no worry about your life.

And the rules of the world, is determined by the strong, the right, there is absolutely no compromise, losing is losing, want to turn over, it is also difficult to ascend to the sky, unless, their own knowledge and power than the rules are tougher, after all, in today's world, whose fist is big, who is the final word.

Truth, within the range of God's crossbow.

This is what Zhao Qianzhi said, the truth exists in people's hearts, but it is also from the heart, because people themselves are shackles.