Lao Dao saw that Zhao Shuli broke the broken sword with his own hands, and his heart was a little settled. The sword is psychic, not to mention that this broken sword has accompanied Zhao Shuli to hide in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, although it is not stained with blood, the edge still exists. Now that the sword is broken again, the sharpness has been leaked, but it is very good. Lao Dao bowed slightly, stroked his beard and smiled.

Li Zhiyu saw Lao Dao take the talisman from the pitch-black long sword, his fingers moved slightly, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, the wind was faint, Lao Dao's fingers trembled slightly, and he stroked the blade, and the sword was full of blood marks.

Lao Dao's lips moved slightly, and he recited many mantras such as purification mantras and mouth purification mantras. Li Zhiyu only heard that "heaven and earth are natural, the filth is scattered, the cave is mysterious, and the sun is too yuan." The mighty gods of the eight directions, make me natural, Lingbao talisman, proclaim for nine days. Qianluo Hengna, Donggang Taixuan, slashing demons and binding evil, saving thousands of people, Zhongshan God Mantra, Yuan Shi Yuwen...... According to the line of the five mountains, the eight seas know and hear, the demon king is tied, and he guards my Xuan. The ferocity dissipates, the Tao lasts forever, and the urgency is like the decree of the old king. After reciting the incantation a few times, Lao Dao stopped chanting, and with his blood-stained nails tapping the blade of the sword, he wrote a line of small words.

"The patriarch's pen, the teacher's pen. ”

Li Zhiyu saw that Lao Dao finished writing this line of small characters with a little difficulty, and he didn't know much in his heart, staring at the small words and thinking carefully, pondering the meaning of the spell, but he thought about it for a long time, but he still had no eyebrows. I was about to recall the elementary scriptures I had learned, and suddenly, I heard the old Taoist shout, the sleeve robe agitated, and the cinnabar dan pen in his hand bloomed, and he wiped it on the sword, and the blade was brilliant and flowing, and it was very mysterious. Li Zhiyu didn't have time to be surprised too much, seeing the old Taoist sleeve robe fluttering, his body carrying clouds and qi rising into the air, and the purple air of his whole body was circulating, mighty and mighty, just like the immortal emperor coming from the east.

Li Zhiyu remembered that Mr. said that the Yellow Emperor flew away on the dragon road, and he thought it was a false speech. But now I saw the Taoist priest rising into the air, the purple qi was magnificent, and I only felt that the Taoist priest was like the god depicted in the book, soaring through the clouds and mist, omnipotent. At this time, the Taoist priest took off the wooden sword on his body, recited the eight thunder god annihilation mantras in his mouth, and his body turned left and right, or bent or straight, and after a while, the clouds in the air were churning, and there was a thunder rolling in the sky. Lao Dao shouted, his fingers were pointed far away, and the sky thundered straight towards the long sword and gathered.

Zhao Shuli raised his head slightly, took the long sword of the black and thin man, and the flames were faintly visible in his eyes. Zhao Shuli stood in the wind, looking at the rolling thunder, his body bowed slightly, like a longbow and drum string, gathering momentum. The thin black man looked at the figure in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose. Just ask who Zhao Shuli was afraid of when he had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than ten years;

"Today, I, Zhao Shuli, will I go out of the mountain with a sword, or will I bury my bones with a broken sword. It's all up to the moment. Zhao Shuli muttered in a low voice, his sleeves floating.

At this time, the sky thunder pressed the boundary, there were raindrops falling sharply, and the trees next to them were swaying, and when it was not too much, the trees were faintly bent, as if they were low. Li Zhiyu hugged a big tree beside him, closed his eyes slightly, looked at the rolling thunder, and felt more and more that he was as small as a cloud of smoke, like a lonely boat, and his heart was frightened. Zhao Shuli's body did not move, his long sword was slightly oblique, his body was straight, and he stepped out in one step, accumulating strength without firing. The old Taoist held a wooden sword in his hand, his hair was fluttering, and his body was purple and magnificent, like an immortal.

"Catch the sword," Lao Dao shouted.

There was a loud bang in the air, and the purple thunder rushed down, and the trees next to it were burning, and the blazing fire shone red half of the sky. Zhao Shuli's qi and blood were surging, and many big points in his body were sour and numb. I only heard the thunder exploding in my ears, the wind whistling, and in the blink of an eye, the purple thunder was already approaching. Zhao Shuli's luck changed sharply, and the long sword in his hand slashed down from afar, and the blade was stained with sparks.

The thunder is vast, the sword qi is surging, you come and go, one after another. After a while, Lao Dao threw the peachwood sword from the air, and a golden armor divine soldier dragged out and went straight to the sky. I saw that the clouds in the sky were churning more and more violently, and the thunderclouds slowly dispersed.

"Today, I half-cut my finger to break the routine law and do the Nine Heavens Thunder Seal. I hope you cherish the opportunity and do not kill in vain. Lao Dao sighed softly, slowly floated down, and rode away slowly on the half-lame old horse.

"Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget their fame! Where will the past and the present meet? A pile of grass is gone. Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget! In the end, he only hated to gather much, and when he got to it, his eyes were closed........" The voice of the old road floated from afar, and when Li Zhiyu stared at it, the old way had already disappeared into the mountains and forests and disappeared.

Li Zhiyu glanced at the master, and then at the black and thin man who forged the sword, and had many doubts in his heart that he wanted to ask, but when the words reached the bottom of his throat, it was difficult to speak. Zhao Shuli looked at the long sword in his hand. I saw the light of the long sword turning to glass, the purple meaning was magnificent, and the immortals could faintly be seen flying through the clouds, and the fairies could be seen dancing and singing.

"Zhao Daxia, now the sword has been completed. Your grievances and grievances are gone. The thin black man spoke softly, his eyes uncertain. When Li Zhiyu heard the man's words, his heart was like a thunderbolt, and he panicked. I have been dependent on my master for more than ten years, and I have never been alone, whether I am wandering the world or living in poverty, I have my master by my side. But now that he heard the words of the black and thin man, the master seemed to have a grievance that had not yet been resolved, if the master left, where should he go? Li Zhiyu shook his head lightly, his heart fluctuating.

Zhao Shuli's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't answer, he looked at Li Zhiyu, and his heart was a little hesitant. Although he and this young man have no blood relationship, but Li Zhiyu's parents died because of him, if Li Zhiyu is left behind, he can naturally be relieved, but this young man has been with him for more than ten years, not to mention feelings, this kindness is also difficult to break. Zhao Shuli's eyes flickered, and he hesitated in his heart.

Liu Chengqing glanced at Zhao Shuli, seemed to be aware of it, and said in a slight mutter: "Brother Zhao, fate gathers and fate is scattered, and it is a fixed number in the end." Now that your sword heart is solid, your mind is transparent, how can you still be so obsessed. Since this young man has met you, I, Liu Chengqing, should take care of myself, so you can rest assured. When Zhao Shuli heard this, his heart was slightly fixed, he looked at Li Zhiyu, his words were in his throat, but it was difficult to say, he just smiled at Li Zhiyu and turned to leave.

When Li Zhiyu saw his master leaving, he felt sorry in his heart, took two quick steps, and shouted loudly, "Master, don't leave me. The boy's tone was sad, and his throat was hoarse. Zhao Shuli trembled slightly when he heard this, after all, he was far away, he never looked back, and he disappeared after a while. Li Zhiyu was in tears and his eyes were blurred.

At this time, it was evening, the twilight was vast, and there were occasional insects and frogs in the four fields. The wind at night blows softly across the hills, the grass and trees are splendour, and the sky and the earth are desolate. Li Zhiyu rubbed his hazy teary eyes, looked at the mountain trail where Zhao Shuli left, and chased after him quickly. When I didn't walk for a long time, I saw that there was no one around, and there was no trace. Only the croaking of frogs came and went. Looking back, I saw that the mountain road was tortuous, and when I came, the road had faded into the twilight, and I was at a loss.

Not long after Zhao Shuli traveled far away, he was reluctant to give up, and carried the long sword to the north.

In Shouchun City, a white-clothed swordsman looked at the willows in the fireworks alley with misty eyes, and took a sip of the wine in the altar. He has lived in seclusion for more than ten years, just to find someone. But now, it is a vast sea of people, looking around silently. The man smiled sadly and walked south.

Next to the grass house, Liu Chengqing found a jar of fine wine out of nowhere, and drank it leisurely with a delicate teacup. The teacup is slightly larger, three points larger than the ordinary wine glass, but slightly smaller than the particular one. The wine is fragrant and clear, floating in the glass, trickling down. Liu Yingqing took a sip of it, and the twilight that only drank would disperse, and the red sun would rise.

Li Zhiyu walked and stayed on the forest path, and it was difficult to walk step by step. Sometimes I have walked out of more than ten zhang, but the twilight is dull, and there is no light in the forest, so I have to grope forward. One is unfamiliar with the forest paths, the other is lonely in the twilight, afraid of wild beasts, Li Zhiyu is lost, and he is trapped in layers of dense forests, which is really difficult to escape. After a short time, the young man's physical strength had already reached the limit and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was bright, Liu Chengqing got up leisurely. He shook the jar vigorously, but there was no sound. Liu Chengqing sighed softly, squinted slightly at the rising sun, calculated the hour in his heart, got up and walked into the forest.

Inside and outside the mountains and forests, it is secretive. Liu Yingqing moved and looked at the wind, and after a while, he found a row of shallow footprints. Liu Yingqing groaned slightly and walked forward.

Li Zhiyu lay quietly on the ground, his body's robe was wet with morning dew, he could only hear the soft cry of birds in his ears, the fragrance of flowers in his nose, and the bites of insects and ants on his face from time to time, and then he opened his red and swollen eyes. Rubbing his eyes a few times, he looked at the surrounding scene in a fog. At the moment, I just shouted bitterness in my heart.

It turns out that when I look at the road carefully, I don't know where to go. When I went away, I saw the dense forest around me, even if the sunlight occasionally penetrated the forest, but it only cast a little mottled light and shadow, and I just complained in my heart. His subordinates worked hard to prop up their bodies. looked left and right, but was just helpless.

Liu Chengqing gradually approached, looking at the traces of the trampling of the surrounding grass and trees, and his heart was roughly clear. Aside from the grass and trees in front of him, he saw the young man who was at a loss. Liu Yingqing smiled in his heart, walked away, stayed close to the young man, took out a yellow gourd from under his waist, and poured down the young man's head.

The aroma of the wine is heavy and flows with the wind. Li Zhiyu looked at Liu Yingqing with a confused expression, and he was so angry in his heart. was about to argue with Liu Chengqing, and immediately covered his mouth. I saw the insects and ants on my body coming out, almost forming a line, and I felt a little surprised in my heart. Liu Yingqing smiled slightly and said, "Li Zhiyu, Zhiyu, Zhiyu." I'm afraid that you don't even know yourself, so how can you talk about Zhiyu. Liu Chengqing looked at Li Zhiyu with a smile and curiosity on his face.

Li Zhiyu heard Liu Yingqing's words and was about to refute them, but he was bitter in his heart, how could he say it. I only think about Mr. saying that life is impermanent, unintentional, scattered like flowing clouds, and separated and combined like passing water. But books are books after all, and the person who wrote the essay may not have such a family to speak, if there is really a person who loves and is obsessed, how can he be so free. If you don't see the article of the first dynasty, everyone has written: If you don't know how to be lovesick in your life, will you be lovesick, will you be lovesick? Li Zhiyu argued with each other, as if he had forgotten Liu Yingqing standing in front of him. Liu Chengqing glanced at the young man with interest and coughed softly, which interrupted the young man's thoughts.

"Sir, do you know where my master has gone?" Li Zhiyu asked softly, a pair of red and swollen eyes with a little expectation.

Liu Chengqing heard this, and snorted coldly and said, "Sir, I'm not a sir." I'm a certain husband of Liu, why is Mr. Dan. However, your kid speaks in a crepe, which is roughly similar to Zhao Shuli. is obviously a brave martial artist, but he is stained with the strange temper of a scholar, and he wants to talk about it, but I, Liu Chengqing, hate this sour spirit the most. ”

Li Zhiyu's lips opened slightly, looking at Liu Yingqing's slightly angry face, but it was difficult to refute, so he had to secretly slander two sentences in his heart: brave martial artist, I don't know Zhou Li. Seeing that the young man was silent, Liu Chengqing stopped talking and turned around and walked out of the dense forest. Seeing this, Li Zhiyu had no choice but to follow.

The two of them went one after the other, and gradually came out of the dense forest. After a while, the two returned to the row of grass houses, and Liu Chengqing walked straight to the house. Li Zhiyu and Liu Chengqing were not familiar with each other, so it was difficult to follow them into the house, so they had to sit on the rocks on the side and wait for Liu Chengqing.

The room was lonely, and even during the day, it was slightly damp. Liu Yingqing walked into the compartment on the right-hand side and took out a dilapidated wooden box from under the bed. The box was dusty, surrounded by cobwebs, a corner of which was already rotten, and a tattered copper lock locked the clasp. Liu Yingqing's eyes flickered, and after a long time, he sighed lightly and carried the wooden box out of the door.

Outside the house, Li Zhiyu's eyes were closed, but he was already asleep. Liu Chengqing looked at the young man and took off the copper lock of the wooden box, with a burst of complexity in his eyes. When I opened the box, I saw the cold light flickering inside, and if I looked closely, there were twelve swords, and each rune on the sword. Liu Yingqing's fingers gently stroked the twelve small swords, and his face turned pale.