Li Guiyao took out his sword again, and it was almost so light that the sky and the earth were gone.

If this sword goes down, it will be the fall of a generation of grandmasters, and it will also be the untimely death of the head of a generation of legalists, and the fortune of the country he carries will be completely shattered.

If the qi calculation that has just been chopped up is the debt of the Emperor Wenwu, then the death of Gusu Hongle will be the bitter fruit of an era and the Central Plains.

It's just that Li Guiyao has been unruly all his life, and if he has revenge, he will take revenge, not to mention that he is against the scales, even if the sun and moon are not shining behind him, what does it matter to him?

The sword stabbed.

The hundreds of people in the Gusu family are all broken, and the head of the Hongle family is the god-like existence of the Gusu family, and there is no such a demon throughout the millennium.

But he was defeated, and he was about to fall!

The sky was unstable, lightning and thunder roared.

His own eyes shrank, his life's honor and disgrace were flowing backwards, and he was very unwilling and began to have a trace of fear.

Li Chunfeng, you really dare to kill him!

Three-foot green peak, defeated aunt Su Hongle, there is almost no opponent in the world.

But the sword was still blocked, as if it had pierced and as if nothing had been contaminated.

There is an old man wearing a Taoist robe who comes here, carrying a breeze and simple, and his cloudy eyes are like the tips of wisdom, so moving.

Just now, his feet shrunk into inches, almost teleporting, one step at a time, one step at a time, and he clasped Gusu Hongle with one hand.

So much so that this sword was empty.

The sudden change made Li Guiyao frown first in shock, then his fingers trembled, and his eyes were shocked.

"Senior brother!"

He called.

The fairy spirit in front of him is fluttering, without desire or desire, as if the old man in the clouds is not his senior brother, who else can he be?

Murong Sword Saint, the former great disciple of the Dao Sect, and the current Lord of Shu Mountain, has already disappeared for decades, and many people have rumored that he has fallen, otherwise the Dao Sect and Taoist thought would not have fallen to such a state.

But he appeared alive, not out, but surprisingly.

"I haven't seen you for twenty years, junior brother, you have let Shushan read you for more than twenty years!"

Murong Sword Saint's voice was hard, his face was full of smiles, but there was a hint of complexity hidden in it, and his cloudy eyes looked at his little junior brother.

The two stopped and looked at each other, Li Guiyao's eyes froze, and he almost froze on the spot.

The wind and snow dyed their hair, making the two old men look extremely old, meeting each other in the ice and snow with their backs on their backs, staring at each other.

This scene happened more than 20 years ago.

It's just that at that time, Murong and Li Chunfeng were still black-haired, talkative and laughing young men.

Now the world has changed, as if it is a blink of an eye, they have never seen each other again, but each other's hair has turned gray.

The stories of that generation are surging like a tide again.

Murong Sword Saint, who has no desires and no desires, is as good as water, can still smile and groan, but Li Guiyao has always valued love and righteousness, and the guilt in his heart intensified, and a trace of red appeared in the corners of his eyes.

This unbeatable old man has cried so many times in his life.

Once because of her death, once because of Xu Ping'an's departure, and once again because of the reunion with Senior Brother Murong.

There are some things that really cannot be judged by the celestial stars and stars.

"Teacher..." he wanted to shout, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to be a disciple of the Dao Sect anymore.

In the past, he was willing to give up his position as the head of the house for Xu Qingluan's sake and insisted on going down the mountain.

said that he was expelled from the division, but only Li Guiyao himself knew that it was his own betrayal of the division.

A man who was regarded by Taoism as the most outstanding work of his life gave up Shushan for the sake of a woman.

This is a choice, a choice that people will always have, and if he chooses the same, he will eventually have to bear the consequences.

Therefore, for 20 years, he felt guilty and blamed himself, and he didn't dare to get half a step closer to Shushan in his life, even if he saw it, he had to see it from all over the world.

Even now, in the face of the senior brother who once loved him, he has become taciturn, and he can't spit out all kinds of words.

In the end, he just hoarsely said, "I'm sorry!"

The corners of Murong Jiansheng's mouth hooked when he heard this, and he smiled extremely kindly: "There's nothing to be sorry for." ”

"Do you know why I didn't ask you to go back to Shushan after so many years?"

Li Guiyao was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "You know I won't go back, I... Keep a promise. ”

"That's one of them. Murong Jiansheng nodded and said, "Another point is that the master knows a lot of things, he has brought you since childhood, how can he not know your temperament." ”

"Seven emotions and six desires, a love word is the place you can't see through the most, whether it's love between men and women, or friendship between people and people, you are like this, otherwise you will come back to take a look at Shushan after so many years. ”

Li Guiyao's eyes flickered, and he didn't understand the meaning of the words, and asked, "Master, did he say anything?"

"He asked me not to take the initiative to find you back to Shushan. "Murong Sword Saint Dao.

"Sure enough..."Li Guiyao smiled bitterly.

Murong Jiansheng smiled, and said: "But the old man said again, just wait for you to go back by yourself, if you don't want to go back, no one can pull it back, I can't bring you back if I suppress it, if you want to come back, then naturally everything will fall into place." ”

His eyes lit up, and he asked a little worriedly, "Master, doesn't he blame me?"

"What is to blame, the master regards you as a son, how can he blame. ”

Murong Sword Saint's eyes were far-reaching, and he said, "When the master returned to heaven, he said that if you want to come back, the Dao Sect will always accept you." ”

"In the past, there was no way to expel you from the sect, in order to protect you and protect the Taoist sect, I had to do it, after this incident, the master and his old man were also extremely remorseful. ”

"I often sit in the mountains, watch the sky, and want to see how you are now?"

"It's a pity that you left without any news, and you deliberately went incognito to cover up the secrets of heaven, and the master couldn't see you for the last time. ”

Li Guiyao was teary-eyed, he was like Xu Ping'an to the Moon Sword Saint to him, that emotion came from the bottom of his heart.

"When I settle the matter here and let peace be safe, I will go back to Shushan and personally guard the tomb and take the blame. ”

"You can't kill this person. Murong Sword Saint said solemnly.

"Why?" Li Guiyao frowned: "Senior brother, Qingluan died at his hands, and I can't turn a blind eye if I don't kill Gu Su Hongle." ”

"People like him, if they don't kill him, how can they settle the world, the end of Taoist thought is not because they can't be at home, and now that they let him go, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not fight back. ”

"Alas!" an old man like Murong Sword Saint sighed and said, "Senior brother, many things are not as simple as we think. ”

"It is a fact that the decay of Taoist thought is not rooted in Legalism. ”

At that time, the Taoist Sect and the East Palace were the same as the Qin Wangfu and the Gusu family at that time, but the master was bent on letting the Taoist Sect withdraw from the temple and live in seclusion. ”

And repeatedly told me not to meddle in anything, which is why you must be expelled from the school in name. ”