Lin Tingtao stood in place in a daze, I actually lost, how could it be, all the sounds in my ears turned into a mosquito-like buzzing sound, as if everything in the world was saying that he couldn't do it, saying that he was the first disciple of Huashan to lose to a Jianghu ranger for no reason, saying that he had lost Huashan's face, and everything in front of him seemed to become blurred.

The hazy distant mountains, shrouded in a layer of light veil, are full of shadows, flickering far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, if they are about to leave, like a few light strokes of ink, smeared on the blue sky.

Lin Tingtao patted his cheek, only to feel that the air was a little damp, and looked around, this scene was very familiar, but there was a strange hazy feeling.

There was the sound of children frolicking not far away, and Lin Tingtao frowned, where did the children come from, and which junior brother brought them up the mountain, he shook his head helplessly, and walked forward, wanting to warn them, Huashan is important, don't move around at will.

After taking two steps slightly, he walked around an oval-shaped giant granite, and was suddenly stunned, and turned his head to look at this stone, which was more than a person tall, but when he was twenty years old, he entered the realm of Xianfeng, wasn't he split in half by his own sword?

When I looked at it, I saw a little girl in a light blue shirt, seven or eight years old, the girl had a pair of crystal eyes, clear and clear, bright as stars, I don't know what she thought, smiled excitedly at the boy, her eyes were curved like a crescent moon, as if the spirit was overflowing. Between a smile and a smile, her playful look is naturally revealed, and people have to marvel at her elegant and delicate light.

The boy looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for the time being, Lin Tingtao frowned.

"Rouge, can you go down the mountain and buy rouge for me?"

The little girl hugged the boy's arm and shook it vigorously, Lin Tingtao's heart softened, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

The little boy looked older than the little girl, his brows were furrowed, he looked a little embarrassed, he thought about it for a long time, and said seriously: "No, I'm going to practice swords." ”

Lin Tingtao was suddenly a little annoyed, this little boy, really, is it possible for you to practice swords all day, I have never seen such a diligent person practicing swords in Huashan for so many years, can you delay for a while if you go and buy rouge for her first and then come back?

But in the end, the little boy still didn't buy rouge for the little girl, and the little girl snorted, pouted, and ran away.

The little boy looked at the little girl's back, and until the little girl disappeared from his sight, he still stood there, stunned for a long time.

Picked up the Huashan wooden sword on the ground, the solid wooden sword was very heavy, not much lighter than the iron sword, but the little boy gritted his teeth, or waved the sword in mid-air with one hand, Lin Tingtao looked at the little boy from afar, I don't know why, my heart was very quiet, so I sat on the ground and looked at the sun, the little boy should have just come back from the morning class in Jianping, and the next time I do the morning class, I must take a look at this little boy, such a young child lives alone in such a remote place, it is really too unusual。

The sun was slowly rising, and it was almost noon.

The sky was clear, and occasionally a pillar of blue cooking smoke could be seen rising from behind a monk's mountain bag.

The little boy finally stopped, put the wooden sword on the ground carefully, his wrists were already red and swollen, and walked to the side of the big water tank, the water tank was about the same height as the little boy, the little boy put his hand on the edge of the water tank, slightly forced, it was a cold sweat in pain, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, his thin body was plunged into the water tank.

Lin Tingtao was stunned, he looked at the little boy, frowned, he likes diligent people very much, because he himself is a very hardworking and diligent person, but looking at the child in front of him, he felt disgusted in his heart, and he didn't know why, so he planned to look at it for a while.

Sure enough, the boy ate something, put some medicine on his wrist, and began to pick up the wooden sword again, Lin Tingtao frowned, and said in his heart You don't really have to practice the sword all day, thinking of this, Lin Tingtao was a little upset and wanted to get up and leave, but at this time, the fairy-like little girl turned back at the moment, so Lin Tingtao didn't get up.

The little girl's face was covered with a bright smile again, seeing this scene, Lin Tingtao and the little boy also had a little more smile on their faces, and when they saw the little boy put down the sword, Lin Tingtao only felt a little lighter.

"I want to go down the mountain to eat mutton skewers, I want to eat three skewers, I heard that I can live forever!"

The little boy frowned, and explained seriously and seriously that it was a lie, no matter how many skewers you eat, you will not live forever, Lin Tingtao also nodded when he heard this, and he was a little annoyed when he thought of the mutton skewer shop under the mountain.

The little girl's brows first frowned, and then her voice became a little sharper, and she said, "If you don't take me there, don't take me there, will you buy me rouge!"

The problem is back to the original point, Lin Tingtao thinks about it, such a cute little girl must be thinking about rouge all day long, how bad it is to pull the mutton skewers, especially the one that is.

"No, I still have to practice swords. ”

Lin Tingtao stood up suddenly, I'm a little grumpy, why is this kid so unenlightened!

The little girl's face also changed, and her dark eyes were full of tears, like wild grapes hanging with dewdrops, and she flashed with a frightened look.

"Big brother!"

The little girl's voice rang in her ears.

"Senior Sister Hibiscus, I. Lin Tingtao blurted out, but he only felt that the whining mountain wind blew and he couldn't open his eyes, and his blood-stained clothes were hunting in the air, looking at the senior brother with a sad face in front of him, at Lu Dayou with a resentful face, and then at his father on the hillside, and finally his eyes moved to the crowd and fixed on the vermilion Luo skirt.

It turned out that everything was an illusion, Lin Tingtao muttered, it turned out that he had been practicing swords for twenty years, but he had never really liked to practice swords, but at this moment, Nan Song fell to the ground, but he had a strange sense of ease.

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely go and buy rouge for you, and never give it to anyone else. Lin Tingtao laughed and said something, "I also buy mutton skewers, the kind that is immortal." ”

The murmuring was lost in the howling mountain wind, and only he could hear it.

Li Wenshuo frowned, his pupils suddenly widened, and he wanted to put away his sword, but it was too late.

I saw Lin Tingtao's neck gently rubbing on the green frost, and the corners of his mouth still had a relieved smile.

"Listen to the waves!"

Lin Hua shouted, only to hear a thunderous sound in the air, even the whistling mountain wind seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and before the sound fell, Lin Hua crossed a distance of hundreds of zhang to Lin Tingtao's body, and held Lin Tingtao's body that was about to fall to the ground.

"Big brother!"

The Huashan disciples also had red eyes and took a few steps forward.

Lin Hua hugged Lin Tingtao's corpse, his body trembled slightly, his face full of wrinkles, like a barren land that had been flattened by the wind, as if he had aged countless years in an instant, his lips moved but he couldn't say a word, and finally the whole person fell on Lin Tingtao's corpse and cried.

The spring breeze blew, but there was a bleak breath of the autumn wind.

Yellow plums have not fallen, and green plums have fallen

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man

The people who came to watch the battle from other factions around didn't expect this to happen suddenly, and they didn't speak, but they were all embarrassed in their hearts.

Li Wenshuo also raised his hand, but he didn't expect such a result at all, although he felt that there was nothing wrong with him, in the competition, it was common for there to be deaths and injuries, not to mention that Lin Tingtao was bent on dying and committed suicide, looking at the red-eyed Huashan people around him, as well as the head of Huashan in front of him, he was also a little emotional, and he said in his heart that this Huashan really couldn't stay.

"Seniors, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn. ”

Lin Hua raised his head sharply and stared at Li Wenshuo deadly, his eyes were full of resentment, and his teeth were clucking.

Li Wenshuo didn't move, not because he didn't want to move, but because the overwhelming murderous aura and powerful qi made it extremely difficult for him to even move his fingers now.

"Little brute, I want you to pay for my son's life!"

A hoarse voice roared out, echoing in everyone's ears like thunder.