When the mighty sword qi dissipated, the earth and wood that could be seen as far as the eye could see were piled upside down, and they were pushed into a dirt slope that had been blocked for several miles, and the upside-down trees moved backwards for hundreds of zhang.

The clouds in the sky were divided into two halves, half behind Li Si and half towards the sky, still rolling and rowing.

The foot of Wudang Mountain was almost razed to the ground, leaving only the lonely mountain gate.

In the ruins, Li Si silently put away the rotten wood sword, pulled out the silver needle around his neck, and threw it on the ground.

The blood receded from his skin like a tidal wave, and the veins clinging to his face gradually faded.

was taken away from a hundred years of life, but Li Si's appearance has not changed much, but there are a little more vicissitudes and depression between the eyebrows, and there are a few more strands of silver in his sideburns.

He didn't look at the people in Wudang Mountain, but silently walked towards the huge dirt slope that was pushed out by the sword qi in the distance.

In front of the dirt slope, the old monk was buried there, only half of his body exposed, and judging from the wound on his waist that had almost cut him off, he must have no life.

But right now, he was still smiling, looking at Li Si who walked in front of him, and said out loud with difficulty.

"Ho, I'll just say, you're cold, you can always do it······"

His voice was a little slurred with blood pouring out of his mouth, but it was barely audible.

Li Si didn't answer his words, just sat down cross-legged, holding the rotten wood sword in his arms, and looked up at the broken sky in the sky, but there was no sparkle in his eyes.

His sword swept through the wind and rain, and it rained for four days in a row, and finally stopped.

It's just a pity that the rain stopped, but the sky in Li Si's eyes didn't light up.

"Monk, you are so ruthless······"

"Ho-ho. The old monk laughed twice more with blood in his mouth.

"If it's not ruthless, how can it be called rivers and lakes?"

The two didn't speak again, and Li Si sat there, staring straight at the zenith.

The monk lay down, feeling the strength in his body slowly passing.

He should be dying, before he was about to lose the strength to speak, he seemed to think of something, and finally said to Li Si.

"By the way, Master Li, didn't you ask me how I can live a more relaxed life? ”

Hearing this, Li Si's gaze finally moved, he looked at the old monk and asked.

"What is it?"

The old monk smiled and looked weakly at the distant mountains like Dai.

"It's not a game in the world, but a clear conscience ······"

Worthy of the world, worthy of the heart, can not be stained with dust, not a leaf, stop and leave.

Li Si looked at the old monk blankly, for a long time, he pulled his mouth and smiled, like a rotten tree, the last dead leaf fell.

"What's the use of you telling me all this now, I've already lived like this. ”

The old monk stopped smiling, he sank the corners of his mouth, and with indelible regret in his eyes, he opened and closed his lips shallowly.

"If there is another time, I won't go to Tianmen Mountain, I won't kill that person, and I won't take you out, I'm sorry, Si'er······"

The sun shines on the ground, and the winter is warm.

The monk lost his voice, and the thief died of mortal heart.

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Yuan died and died, how did he die, he was killed by Li Si.

When the people in the rivers and lakes heard the news, they all didn't believe it. Because everyone knows that the monk's martial arts have been extinct in ancient and modern times. But what made them even more unbelievable was still to come, according to the people of Wudang Mountain, Li Si killed Yuan Yuan and died with only one sword.

Hardly anyone can imagine what kind of sword it was, but it is rumored that the sword penetrated the rivers, bulldozed the mountains, disturbed the flying immortals, and caused the heavens and the earth to change color, and the wind and clouds to shake. The Wudang disciples who saw this sword tried their best to speak and speak, and it was difficult to say what they looked like. In the mouth of the storyteller, this sword is no longer in the world, comparable to the actions of the immortals.

For a time, there were countless rumors in the rivers and lakes, the warriors begged for the one to reach the peak, and the swordsmen were even more greedy for the future. But no one noticed that the sword fairy in people's mouths had already disappeared in front of people.

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In December of that year, Li Si returned to Mingzhou City.

Recently, there has been a disturbance in Mingzhou City, and the Japanese from the East have robbed several villages one after another, and even recently had plans to enter the city.

There were not many officers and soldiers in Mingzhou City, and they could not compete with this huge number of Japanese robbers. Under Zuo Liangping's contact, a letter asking for help has been sent to the capital, but if you want reinforcements to arrive, you have to wait for a while.

But the Wako will not wait for anyone.

In the early morning of that day, when the soldiers defending the city woke up to the sound of drums, there were already dense bandits outside the city.

A sudden offensive and defensive battle began, but because of the difference in numbers, the officers and soldiers defending the city did not hold on for long, and began to show signs of defeat.

Nothing like this had ever happened before, and for such a remote city, the imperial court was indeed a little negligent in its defense.

When he saw that the city gate was broken, the city was about to be breached, and a soldier defending the city was about to be killed by the Japanese invaders.

A nearly identical sword suddenly appeared, blocking the blade of the wolf.

The soldiers of the city sat on the ground in panic and looked up at the man who had saved him.

It was a seven-foot man with a straw hat and a basket on his back.

In front of the chaotic city gate, he seemed so calm, holding a bamboo stick in his mouth, and there was not much turmoil in his expression.

The man held the knife in one hand, glanced at the soldier who was sitting on the ground, and then bowed his head respectfully and said.

"Righteous fathers, humble people and Tian Shou, come to repay the favor. ”

Which grace, the soldier didn't know, but the man remembered very clearly, the grace that he had when he first arrived in Mingzhou City, one or two silver.

"You!" Wako looked at Wada Mamoru in front of him in surprise, wondering why the other party was using the same knife as himself.

"You guys are really the scum of the samurai. Mamoru Wada crossed his eyes sideways and glanced indifferently at the Japanese who was also holding the knife in front of him.

As a samurai in his early years and in his own country, he naturally recognized the sword techniques used by these Japanese robbers, and knew that they were not bandits at all, but nobles.

"Redeem yourself with your life. Wada Mamoru's voice fell, and a flash of sword light had already passed by.

The widow fell to his knees clutching his throat, staring in disbelief at his chest stained red, unable to utter a word.

And the Wada code had already walked past him, untied a hemp rope from the basket behind his back, drew another knife from his waist, and walked towards the crowd outside the city gate.

On Mamoru Wada's back, the basket opened, and a doll with two knives also crawled out of it, standing close to his back, grinning with a giggling sound.

"Thorn ——!"

In a moment's breath, four more sword lights flashed, four blood lines dragged out, and the four would-be robbers fell to the ground.

Wada Mamoru carried a puppet holding a double knife on his back, spread his hands horizontally, like a monster, and shouted at the Japanese outside the city.

"Martial artist and Tian Shou are here, who dares to attack!"

On the city wall, Zuo Liangping, who was fighting with the Japanese invaders, lowered his head and glanced at Hetian Shou under the city.

The two nodded at the same time, and then they fell into the next fight.

In the city on the other side, Mother Liu and Banju stood on a room, silently watching the scene outside the city.

They don't want to help, but if the situation gets out of control, they will help. It's just that after that, they're probably going to have to get out of here. I have to admit that compared to Li Si, they are really more like people in the rivers and lakes. I don't have so much kindness, and most of what I think in my heart is my own thoughts.

The fighting outside the city continued for a long time, until it was nearly dusk.

Mamoru Wada's twin knives were already stained blood-red, and behind him, the doll was also stained with blood. Standing in place with two knives and gasping, Wada Mamoru dragged his body with several wounds, and once again slashed at an oncoming wolf.

He had no strength anymore, and the fighting in the city in the distance was still going on, and Zuo Liangping and the city guard commander organized the soldiers to do a difficult defense.

Is this the end of it?

Looking at the Japanese who gradually surrounded him, Wada Mamoru's vision gradually blurred.

Damn, if the gentleman is here.

He thought weakly, and at the same time, at the same time, behind the Japanese outside the city, a man came.