The immortal lotus under the immortal seat, the place where the lotus is broken is called the immortal.

On the Linxian Stone, Yue Zhishu buried his head in the piano, and under the slender ten fingers, a song of Yangzhou was flowing.

The sound of the mighty waterfall covering the jade covered the sound of Yue Zhishu's piano, and even covered the deafening sound of the knife when Liu Zhilei was biting the sunrise sheath behind him.

He turned sideways to untie the blade of the slashing knife at his waist, dragged the long knife in his hand, and stepped on the hundred-foot suspension bridge step by step.

When Willow Leaf Villa was destroyed, Liu Zhilei already had the power of the four grades. Then he escaped from Yangzhou by luck, and was chased and intercepted by people from the rivers and lakes all the way, and his skills became stronger and stronger. Until today, when standing on the suspension bridge and facing Mo Dao, the strength of the three products has long been nowhere to hide.

And Dongfang Lianmo just stood on the top of the waterfall with a smile on his face, and said meaningfully: "You can use the knife arbitrarily." If I am here, this bridge will not be broken. ”

The waterfall under his feet splashed jade, but the corners of his clothes were not wet at all. All the droplets of water were annihilated the moment they bounced to him, leaving not even a trace. And up and down his body, he couldn't see any trace of true qi surging.

The three products of Liu Zhilei can be said to be one in a hundred miles in today's rivers and lakes, but the Dongfang Lian Desert that stands on the top of the waterfall is a product of the realm of destiny, and it is the first in the world in today's rivers and lakes.

Anyone who dares to disobey him will be rewarded with his own life. Although Dongfang Lianmo rarely creates and kills in vain, he will never be relentless. Rao is an ignorant Mo Dao, and he knows this matter very well.

He didn't dare to be an enemy of Dongfang Lianmo, but he never made up his mind to hurt Liu Zhilei.

Thanks to ten years of care, if there was no Willow Leaf Villa, Mo Dao would have died in the cold night of Yangzhou in December, and where could he wait for today, where could he stand in front of this suspension bridge and waterfall.

When he first heard that he and Liu Zhilei could only survive one, Mo Dao was really taken aback. The sweet dream I had all the way from Fuzhou not only woke up, but also shattered into a piece of glass, and there was no room for turning.

This is tantamount to killing Mo Dao one more time. His heart was like ashes, and he shrank in the corner of the wall all day long, even ignoring the broken sea knife that saved his life, and discarded it at will.

Yue Zhishu came every day, but he didn't say a word to him, just practiced the moves with the bronze man in the room, and left as if he had completed the task assigned by Dongfang Lianmo, without the slightest attachment and attention.

Once he didn't protect his body with the sword intent, Mo Dao's body became worse and worse, and he fainted from time to time, and only woke up in the middle of the night, and he could only touch a broken candle at hand. The house where he lived was locked all the year round, and the walls were made of cold iron all the time, and trying to escape with his skill was tantamount to a fool's dream.

And maybe it was because his retreat annoyed Dongfang Lianmo, and the meals he sent every day became less and less, from the abundance at the beginning, to the point where he couldn't eat enough for one meal a day.

Finally, Mo Dao, who couldn't hold it anymore, fainted in the corner of the wall. He thought that he would not be able to sleep, but when he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by Yue Zhishu's warm face.

"Are you hungry?" she said with a smile.

Mo Dao wanted to say no, but the feeling of emptiness rising in his chest and abdomen almost made him breathless, let alone the strength to think. He blinked his empty eyes and nodded stiffly.

Then Yue Zhishu took a bowl of meat porridge that was just the right temperature, and scooped it with a spoon and fed him. From beginning to end, Mo Daodu stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, listening to Yue Zhishu's soft words, his lips opened and closed.

He could feel the hunger in his chest and abdomen gradually receding, but the mellow porridge in his mouth tasted like chewing wax, which was annoying. Mo Dao even felt that he had never eaten such strange minced meat.

"You see, how good it is to be alive. There's also hot porridge to eat, and I'm here. Yue Zhishu leaned down and exhaled in his ear.

The girl's unique fragrant soft fragrance gently wrapped Mo Dao. He sniffed subconsciously.

Yue Zhishu was very different from the girls Mo Dao had seen in the past. Yue Zhishu in front of him was always smiling, his green clothes seemed to have never been spotless, and he always exuded a faint fragrance.

She wasn't like other girls who despised him because of who he was. Yue Zhishu would tell him some very simple words upside down. Her voice is as graceful as a oriole, with a breathtaking magic.

But Mo Dao was not stupid enough to think that she was really good to herself. This girl is Dongfang Lianmo's adopted daughter, and the purpose behind everything she does is self-evident.

"But, if you can't live, there's nothing, right?" Yue Zhishu bent his eyes into a pair of tiny crescents, "You see, how important it is for people to live. Everything else is in vain. ”

Mo Dao Muran.

"So we have to live, we have to do everything we can to survive. Yue Zhishu muttered in his ear, "Look at that young master of the Liu family, isn't he doing the same thing? If it weren't for you, he would have been beheaded in the Fuzhou Law Field, you don't owe him anything, so why should you blame yourself?"

Why should we blame ourselves?

Mo Dao actually knew that he had always been accustomed to blaming himself. But habit has become natural, and even has become the mark of his existence in the world, which cannot be easily changed.

But Yue Zhishu's words reminded him of another person.

A friend whom he once considered to be a friend of life and death, a son who was on an equal footing with him in the great Willow Leaf Villa, whether he was a housekeeper or a slave, a brother who could take care of the housekeeping of the entire villa for him when he was seriously ill, and who took time out of his busy schedule to bring him a bowl of hot porridge, a poor man who said that he would never give up no matter what he faced, but in the end he was willing to commit suicide by poisoning himself wherever he was within reach.

Human life is like a mustard, Luo Yinsheng didn't believe it, but he tried the law.

Since he had already decided to live in this world for him, how could Mo Dao follow Luo Yinsheng's old path again.

Even if you have walked a colorful and bloody road in this life, you must not hesitate at all.

After drinking the bowl of hot porridge, Mo Dao voluntarily picked up the Broken Sea Knife for the first time, walked up to the bronze man, and tried to slash. His movements were clumsy, a short knife known for its dexterity, but in his hand it was as stiff as a siege tree.

Yue Zhishu, who was watching from the sidelines, sneered, and then stepped forward and patiently started with the knife gripping technique, teaching bit by bit.

Mo Dao studied very seriously, but the progress was really not fast. He is not very smart, and even a little dull, and Yue Zhishu cannot be regarded as a good teacher. Rao is that he gets up early every day and is greedy for darkness, and half a month still flies by.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the decisive battle of the suspension bridge agreed by Dongfang Lianmo.

Liu Zhilei raised the sun knife above his head, and when he wanted to slash at Mo Dao's head, Mo Dao came back to his senses and hurriedly pulled out the sea knife from his sheath.

A 100-foot suspension bridge was reduced to uselessness. Because of the next battle, Mo Dao was always pressed to the edge of the drawbridge by Liu Zhilei.

The drawbridge is narrow, making it an excellent battlefield for the short knife to break the sea, but it is extremely unfavorable for the rotation and swing of the sun knife. Liu Zhilei rushed to the bridge without any hesitation, but Mo Dao spent his precious preparation time in a daze.

Sure enough, from beginning to end, he can't be considered a powerful person. A powerful person should be like Liu Zhilei, holding the chance to live tightly in the palm of his hand.

The nipple knife did not stop, and Liu Zhilei was like a demon, slashing countless majestic sword qi like a storm, each knife was enough to kill Mo Dao, but they were all blocked by Mo Dao dancing with the sea knife, and it was dangerously blocked. Occasionally, a few knife qi that slashed his body were also cut off ninety percent of their strength the moment they touched the corner of Mo Daoyi.

Mo Dao was also surprised that he was able to keep up with the speed of the third-grade master. Although Liu Zhilei's knife was sharp, it was powerful and heavy, and it felt a little cumbersome to dance. Mo Dao watched his swinging technique intently, and he could see the number of comings and goings of the knife from the subtle movements of Liu Zhulei's limbs every time, so as to deal with it appropriately and not fall behind.

After more than 30 moves, Liu's thunder offensive suddenly changed. The most powerful Sun Knife was abandoned, but it quickly pulled out the Chopping Knife that had already untied the knife, and stabbed straight at Mo Dao's chest, moving as fast as lightning, leaving no mercy.

Mo Dao was shocked, knowing that he couldn't catch the knife, so he hurriedly retreated, but he was caught off guard and rubbed the soles of his feet, and fell to the ground with a stumble, narrowly avoiding the blade that was close to him.

Falling to the ground was involuntarily, and although he avoided the knife in front of him, he almost made himself a live target. Mo Dao twisted his body hard without thinking, and rolled to the side, just past Liu Zhilei's slash.

The chopping knife was gently embedded in the soil, and Liu Zhilei turned his head to look at Mo Dao, his eyes were full of cold killing intent.

Mo Dao got up tremblingly and said in a low voice: "Second Young Master, I thought you would take care of the family situation......

Liu Zhilei didn't say a word, turned around and put away the chopping Hong, and as soon as he raised his hand, he held the sun knife again and slashed towards Mo Dao.

And his dark eyes still don't have half of the emotion.

On the Linxian Stone, before he knew that he had finished playing the song, Yue Zhishu got up with his sleeves and looked at the two people who were fighting under the waterfall, only to feel that the wind was very cold. She looked up at Dongfang Lianmo, who was standing on the top of the waterfall like an immortal, and said worriedly: "Uncle, if you continue to fight like this, I don't know when you will fight......

Dongfang Lianmo's eyes revealed a teasing smile: "Do you feel sorry for that kid surnamed Mo?"

An annoyed look appeared on Yue Zhishu's face, don't look around, and said, "Of course not." Zhishu is just a little concerned. Liu Zhilei has already died, and at this time, he is like a walking corpse, blindly fighting, what good will it do to Mo Dao?"

"Hurt Springs has been in southern Xinjiang for ten years, and although the heart control Gu collected can kill people as invisibly, they are often of limited effectiveness to those who are particularly determined. Dongfang Lianmo did not hide it, and explained openly, "Liu stopped thundering and now looks like a walking corpse, controlled by me, but in fact, I am afraid that he still retains a trace of consciousness." ”

Yue Zhishu frowned: "If that's the case, why do you have to show mercy...... If he hurts Mo Dao, won't he ruin his uncle's plan?"

This is very interesting. Dongfang Lian Mo smiled, "Don't worry about Mo Dao. I have recovered a seed that I planted in southern Xinjiang a few years ago. Do you still remember the little young master surnamed Ning who was sent over two days ago?"

Yue Zhishu nodded: "With the porridge made of his flesh and blood, the child has already stared at Mo Dao and swallowed it one bite at a time." ”

"Duxiu Village is full of capable people, under the cultivation of Ning Longhai, that little young master is a treasure, eating his flesh and blood is more important than eating heaven and earth aura, for Mo Dao, he can travel thousands of miles in a day on the way to refining his body. Dongfang Lian Mo said quietly, "Even the moves of the third-grade masters, in front of Mo Dao today, have become slow enough to see the way to crack it." ”

"Then uncle wants to use this puppet-like willow to stop thunder and feed Mo Dao?"

"That's not all. Dongfang Lian Mo shook his head meaningfully, "I still want to see how much strength the second young master of Willow Leaf Villa, who dares to be called 'South Willow and North Nie' with the Nie family on the rivers and lakes." ”

Under the hundred-foot waterfall, the sun flies and the shadow is chopped.