The sudden autumn rain moistened the mess of Chang'an after the war, the love and hatred on the mass grave were written off with an arrogant stroke, and the brilliant lights of Chang'an City were also covered with rain and fog.

In the General's Mansion, a Chang'an guard dressed in blue brocade held Zhang Xufeng's warrant and was ordered to take in the Jinna assassins.

The road was clear, except for the old man who was guarding the last female assassin, and he hesitated.

He didn't recognize the old face, but he recognized the sword that the old man had placed casually beside him.

In the face of this person, he didn't dare to rely on such a trick as the disguise technique to fool him around, and bowed to the old man respectfully, not even daring to explain his intentions.

In Chang'an City, two generations of dynasties, how many heroes are dormant.

He recognized this man today, but he didn't?

killed these people in Chang'an, he thought he was seamless, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and he didn't know if it was the autumn rain that finally soaked Chang'anwei's brocade and blue robe, or the cold from the inside out.

He suddenly thought, if Chang'an has a master in charge, can he still act so recklessly?

The answer is clearly no.

And just the old man in front of him is not too white.

It turned out that he was the caged beast in this bustling city, but those big people disdained to look at him.

The old man saw this person standing silently in the autumn rain in the inner courtyard of the General's Mansion, so he took the initiative to speak: "I just want to ask, is the Zhang Xufeng warrant in your hand true or false?"

Lan Jin Chang'an Wei arched his hand and said: "The seniors have words, and the juniors dare not deceive, this is indeed Prime Minister Zhang Cheng's warrant." ”

The old man said, "Since the warrant is genuine, I don't care how you got it." I only know that the person was handed over to the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

Lan Jin Chang'an Wei's careful thinking was seen through by the old man, and he didn't defend himself, but said, "Thank you, senior." ”

He was about to enter the door and take the female assassin in white away, but he heard the old man say: "But I'm Chang'an, after all, I let people kill eleven lives indiscriminately." ”

Chang'anwei stood still, waiting for the following.

The old man continued: "One of them is still the person who guards the spirit of Chang'an. ”

The Lan Jin man said: "Yan Shuangyu is at his disposal. It's just that the housemate came to Chang'an to travel, and she didn't really kill people, and asked her seniors to be merciful. ”

The old man nodded and said, "I see that you are quite sincere, you have not deceived me, and you have indeed helped Da Zhou." Today I will only punish you for a small time, so as to set an example. ”

seems to be repaying virtue with grievances, Yan Shuangyu is as willing as a glutton.

Anyway, at least, I can take her home.

In the courtyard, listening to the rain ticking the eaves, the woman in white sat against the wall, silent.

She didn't know that when she came, the hidden weapon in her hand was manipulated by her own brother, and she didn't know that the killer in the past few days was not herself.

At this moment, she only knew that she had failed her master and had not fulfilled her master's trust.

The hateful look of the spear-wielding boy impressed her, but she had no regrets. The resentment of strangers, even life, can never be worth a word from the master.

She sat quietly for a day and a night, without eating or drinking.

This is a woman's peculiar way of getting angry.

It is also a cause of anger that is unique to women.

Yes, she's angry. The man named Xu Beiliang was angry and missed her important matter. She didn't know that it was precisely because of Xu Beiyi's procrastination that Yan Shuangyu had time to carry out her impossible task.

She was also angry with the white-clothed general named Nangong, and used methods she had never seen before to arrest and imprison her. The invincible mechanism in her hands was helpless against that golden wall.

She was also angry at her biological brother, why didn't she come with her, saying that he would protect her for the rest of his life. Oh, dogs and men are all the same, they only talk beautifully, and they never really care about her.

Thinking of this, his mouth was even so aggrieved that he whimpered: "Yan Shuangyu, where did you die!"

"Gardenia, I'm here. The door, which she had thought would never be opened again, was suddenly pushed open. A slender blue figure appeared at the door, and Chang'an, which was stormy and rainy, seemed to be unable to accommodate this man who was soaked all over his body and had his hair sticking to his skin.

Therefore, Chang'an left him with a right hand.

The blood was still gushing out, gurgling like a trickle, soaking half of his body.

He seemed to be still laughing, what a sad and stubborn smile, laughing timidly.

He said, "Gardenia, I'm late. ”

The girl looked at this familiar and unfamiliar figure in horror, and her tears were like heavy rain outside the window, cooling the whole late autumn.

He said, "Gardenia, I'll take you home." ”

This autumn rain did not disturb the joyful atmosphere of the festival of the people of Chang'an.

Even if the sound of "long live" caused the entire Chang'an to bow down, it was only a festival.

The people of the imperial capital of Chang'an are accustomed to seeing the emperor go out of the palace on festivals and have fun with the people.

Even the glittering lights that bloom in the south of the city from time to time are only regarded as fireworks celebrations for the festival.

So at this moment, the founding patriarch of the Shushan Sword Sect was about to bloom the last fireworks of his life.

In a realm like his, the condensation of sword qi and sword intent is all at hand, the sword moves at will, and the mind arises with thought.

Danhong long sword, thousands of rays of light.

He finally handed over the sword.

Anyone who learned of his identity, believe it or not, looked up at this green space at this time. Most people can only see the fierce light emanating from the green space, and only a few people, with the help of air traction, can get a glimpse of the whole picture.

That sword is called outliers. It was the first sword that Lu Zhengli taught Lu Dafu, and it was used to end Lu Dafu's kendo career, which was very suitable.

Lu Dafu was very glad that this sword could only be used when he was holding the light yuan.

He has been waiting for forty years, waiting for today, he has thought of many endings, and this one is the best.

He guarded Shennong and gave Shennong time to complete his mission.

His opponent is Ye Yu Qingtang, who is the first in the world today, with a pure and upright heart, over forty years old, and still has a pure heart that is not stained with dust.

He met Guangyuan again, and the reunion after forty years made him feel at ease.

This is his final ending.

Forty years of Yiyi incarnate and turned into a big fat man. Because every time he makes a move, his mind will be consumed, and his existence in the world will dissipate somewhat.

In the past forty years, he has made two moves, once consuming a right hand and once consuming the thumb of his left hand.

Yes, he did not live in the flesh. That old body had been destroyed forty years ago. Today's Lu Dafu is a majestic idea.

And this last thought turned into the last sword.

Outliers.

Four o'clock is cute only in autumn, and one thing can be crazy for a teenager!

A hundred years ago, he is still a young man in Shu.

Suddenly, Lu Dafu seemed to see that the familiar thatched cottage in the mountains, one old, two young and three, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

The old man said to one of the boys: "We people from Shushan were born to practice swords. ”

The boy also learned the tone of the old man, shook his head and said, "We people in Shu were born to eat hot pot. ”

Not far away, another boy sat quietly and watched the sword.

Outside Chang'an City, after the radiance, the wind is swept and the clouds are comfortable, the blue sky is like washing, and the sky is glazed.

Lu Dafu's voice came softly from far away.

"We Shushan people were born to practice swords. ”

Since then, there is no more in the world, the Lu Sword God.