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An oil-paper umbrella with all the paper surface destroyed and a broken skeleton slowly fell to the lake.

Just now, he also neatly slaughtered the elite of the hundred horsemen who lined up behind Lu Guanchao like sculptures, and they were already scattered, many of them fell off their horses, and he himself looked embarrassed, panting heavily.

"Whew, whew, this has two brushes. ”

Supporting the ground with a halberd, Lu Guanchao stood up with great difficulty and spat hard into the palm of his hand.

When Liao Xiaoran opened the umbrella, if he hadn't been quick to shoot, he would have destroyed half of the umbrella as soon as possible, but he was afraid that half of the cavalry behind him would die in her hands.

"But, you lackeys of the previous dynasty are still remnants of the Liao family. Hmph, that's all there is to do. ”

He stretched out his halberd and walked towards the delicate body that had fallen to the ground motionless.

After throwing out the oil-paper umbrella, no one moved her, but Liao Xiaoran had already fallen to the ground like soft mud and lost her breath.

This appearance simply made Lu Guanchao hate it. was put on the table, but he died so simply that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Hmph, you Liao family slaves, one or two, are really good dogs. Do your best for the Lord, even if the Master dies. Tell me who are you people looking for?"

He half-crouched down and looked at the gray shadow in front of him with interest.

"Forget it, I'm moved by you......" he muttered and stood up, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I won't burn you, and I'll break your body into ten thousand pieces. ”

With that, he raised his halberd and slashed downward.

A sword roared from afar.

"Bang!"

Gold and iron intersect, and a string of sparks illuminates the dim lakeside.

Lu Guanchao only felt a sharp shock in his palm that almost tore his big arm apart, and he couldn't help but exhale in pain, and took three or four steps backwards in a row.

He suspected that Liao Xiaoran's corpse was causing some kind of ghost, so he cautiously put on a posture and looked closely, and found that above her corpse was a small sword.

The whole body is silver and white, and the sword aura is terrifying, hanging in the lonely rain curtain, revealing an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

Lu Guanchao's face sank, puffed up his breath, and said loudly: "Where is the master here, stop me from the way of the Black Cloud Society, dare to show up?"

In mid-air, there was a leisurely sound, like thunder in the sky.

"Not necessarily. ”

Lu Guanchao was stunned, and said uncertainly: "What does this mean?"

"You are already a dying person, why should you reappear in front of you and ask for bad luck?"

Lu Guanchao was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "Your Excellency's words are too ...... to me."

His voice was still unspoken.

Behind him, a hundred elite cavalrymen saw something fly into the air. smashed into the deep rain curtain, and a disgusting fishy smell emanated.

It was a head.

Needless to say, it is Lu Guanchao's head.

The leader was slaughtered with a sword, and most of them were still stunned, not realizing what had happened, but the horses under their crotches were already agitated.

Halfway up the mountainside, there was another tidal sword roar.

The six swords came quickly, and the sound was deafening.

Then there was a rain of blood, and countless good heads rolled to the ground.

When Dailou Sangyu arrived halfway up the mountain, Zhao Wu'an had already put the flying sword back in the box and stood silently in front of the tombstone.

Heavy rain poured into his lonely body.

As if on purpose, he turned his back to Dailou Sangyu, and did not turn around even if he heard her footsteps early in the morning.

Dailou Sangyu was stunned for a long time, then suddenly pounced on him and hugged him, his eyes were red.

Zhao Wu'an's body was cold, and he shook involuntarily when he was pounced on by her.

He forced a smile and said, "It's okay. This is also a hit. ”

Dailou Sangyu wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he became choked. Running all the way, she was out of breath for a long time, and at this time she couldn't even say a word, so anxious that she sobbed again and again.

Zhao Wu'an put down the sword box, turned around, and patted her head soothingly.

"You want to find me, and then go and stop Liao Niang and beat all those bad guys away, right?"

Dailou Sangyu sobbed and nodded.

Zhao Wuan stretched out his hand and wiped the traces of rain and tears on her face.

Dailou Sangyu trembled and said, "Liao Niang, she ...... She ......"

"I saw it. Zhao Wu'an said.

They all saw the oil-paper umbrella that fell by the lake.

The unarmed woman who does not have martial arts, the moment she opens the oil-paper umbrella, the strength of her body is almost close to a product.

I don't know if it's because of 70 years of quiet waiting, or because of her unswerving belief in the Lord as a descendant of the Liao family.

"To be able to perform such an amazing umbrella dance, Liao Niang is really still Liao Niang, and she has never let me underestimate it. He smiled wistfully.

Dailou Sangyu was stunned, his stunned expression still hanging on his face, but he stopped crying.

Zhao Wuan silently embraced her into his arms.

Dailou Sang Yu clung to Zhao Wu'an's chest. It was also drenched in the rain and bitterly cold, but she felt warm, and unconsciously reached out to hug him back and put her arms around his shoulders.

Heaven and earth are lonely, only tombstones to witness.

Dailou Sangyu didn't ask him. Why did Liao Xiaoran die, but he didn't seem to be sadder than anyone else.

Dailou Sangyu also remembered that on the West Lake that year, he summoned Luo Shenfu in front of outsiders for the first time in many years, but it was Luo Jianqi's descendants who were killed by his own hands.

Dailou Sangyu has always stood silently in a place where the sun does not shine, looking at Zhao Wu'an from afar, and only helping him when he is in danger.

She also knows how much he sacrificed along the way, and how many things he put down that she thought she couldn't let go of anyway.

The person who needs comfort the most now is not her who thinks she is a step late, but Zhao Wu'an, who avenges Liao Xiaoran with her own hands.

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly and sighed: "You have also figured it out." ”

Dailou Sang Yu was stunned and said, "Hmm." ”

No matter what, Liao Xiaoran is always going to die. It's not because of Zhao Wu'an, but the responsibility she bears as a descendant of Li Tang.

Because of this duty, she has never gone to Zhao Wu'an in the past twenty years, and because of this duty, she knew that danger was imminent, but she didn't plan to run away at all.

Instead, she stayed, in the most dangerous place, with poise.

Because she promised Dailou Sangyu to wait for Zhao Wu'an here.

She waited until she arrived, told him everything, and then calmly died.

It was the most gorgeous umbrella dance that Dailou Sangyu had ever seen. An oil umbrella was opened, and it was said that it had withered for seventy years, and then the world was discolored.

It's only for a moment, but it's thrilling enough.

After the rain stopped, there was a new tomb next to the old tombstone.

Dailou Sangyu wanted to find a tree to cut down, but Zhao Wu'an said no, and then raised his qi to control the sword, and a huge mountain rock next to the road suddenly floated in the air.

The two swords are split into three pieces from top to bottom, the middle section is sharpened to remove the edge, and then polished and smoothed with sharp sword energy.

The sword box was temporarily handed over to Dailou Sangyu for safekeeping, and Zhao Wu'an personally carried the newly made stone tablet on his back, went up the mountain, and placed it in front of the newly built tomb.

The wet soil is green, and this is also the first rain on the first day of the first month, which can be regarded as the beginning of spring.

Zhao Wu'an raised two fingers together, and picked mulberries in response. He thought for a long time and looked at the tombstone next to him.

The words on that stone tablet were obviously engraved by someone who poured deep internal force into it.

"Shi Zhao Xilian's tomb disciple Dongfang Lian Mo Qianbai and weep", and there is no word on the back.

Zhao Wu'an really couldn't imagine what it would be like for Dongfang Lianmo, who cherished his time like gold in front of the martial arts heroes, to bow to a person's grave a thousand times.

In the afternoon, the light was scattered on the stone tablet, and Zhao Wu'an pondered for a long time and put away the mulberry picking.

He gently pressed the fingers of his right hand against the stone tablet, mobilized the qi of his whole body, and carved eight characters with difficulty with one stroke.

"The Tomb of the Unknown Servant of the Liao Family".

Dailou Sangyu looked at him complainingly: "Why do you write like this?"

"Buried next to the princess of the Zhao family, I think she also hopes that she does not represent herself, but the entire Liao family, and even the entire Li Tang. Zhao Wu'an said lightly.

When Dailou Sangyu heard this, he puffed out his cheeks and lowered his head, but he was persuaded at once.

Zhao Wu'an smiled: "I'll stay for a while, won't you go take a shower?" ”

Dailou Sangyu nodded, obediently went down the mountain, leaving Zhao Wu'an alone in front of the newly erected tombstone.

Zhao Wu'an looked at the quiet tomb, smiling, but the qi at his fingertips became deeper and deeper.

"But in your life, how can you have no legend. I can't find a literati who wrote monuments here, so I, this cheap boy, will do it for me. ”

When Zhao Wu'an went down the mountain, Dailou Sangyu was sitting by the lake and wiping his hair, and his posture looked very difficult.

She quickly noticed him, waved her hand, and spread her half-dried hair up to her feet.

Zhao Wu'an smoothly took the cloth towel from her hand. "Turn around. ”

Dailou Sangyu turned around as she said, and Zhao Wu'an helped her wipe her undried hair with ease, but the cloth towel in her hand fell to the ground without paying attention.

Dai Lou Sang Yu glanced at him complainingly.

Zhao Wu'an looked at his trembling right hand, was stunned for a while, picked up the cloth towel with his left hand with a wry smile, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'll wash it." ”

He walked straight to the lake, and Dailou Sangyu sat down obediently on the ground, his long hair hanging down to the ground, and the water droplets on his hair reflected the new sun after the rain, shining brightly.

This silent lake may not have been visited since.

On the mountain, two tombs, one new and one old, stand side by side, and the two tombstones silently face the rising sun and the setting of the moon in the empty valley.

On the front of the newly erected tombstone, there are only eight big empty characters, and even the name of the owner is not written.

However, on the back, it is engraved with dense small block letters, more than a thousand. And every word is not cut by a knife, but it is instilled with strong internal force and "wiped" it with a stroke of stroke.

"There were hundreds of thieves, all in armor, spears and horses, and they were closely lined up in the valley, as if they were in an army. ”

However, Liao held an umbrella, his face was not afraid, the umbrella was open and the grass was broken, and the sky and the earth were discolored. The wind and thunder roared, and the horses neighed. The thieves were frightened, thinking that God had descended, and fled in a hurry, trampling on each other, and dying in them, flesh and blood filled with each other. Liao also lost his soul and died. ”

"On the first day of the first month of the second year of Ming Dao, Zi Zhao Wu'an remembered. ”