The autumn breeze is slightly cold.

Dugu was stunned, and suddenly, he understood everything.

The back tiger is a scheming and suspicious character, who plans everything and moves, and follows him for these days, whether it is marching or fighting.

How could such a person pin his hopes on a general who didn't know how to do martial arts, and that sword that didn't know what to say?

What's more, the opponent is still that Wuyangu.

Maybe in Yang Qing's eyes, it is also a fantasy that Dugu Qiu will have the opportunity to kill Wuyan Gu if he gets the Ten Thousand Sword.

Perhaps, he already knew that Daliang City could not be defended, and he just wanted to give him a chance to live.

But how could Daliang City not be able to hold it.

Dugu Qiu took a deep breath, his face became as cold as a knife again, his expression was solemn, and he no longer looked at the master, but at the ten thousand sword that was inserted in the center of the sword by Li Wenshuo two years ago.

Maybe it was as a warning, or maybe it was because of the words of the young man back then, this sword was not pulled out by Huashan, but only covered the sword with a layer of oilcloth, so as not to destroy this peerless divine soldier in the wind, rain and sun.

In Xiaoyaozi's eyes, although his apprentice is very talented in swordsmanship, he has always been an extremely quiet person who does not want to fight with others.

In other words, he is weak and does not like himself.

Three years ago, he was angry and left Huashan in anger, although it was a pity, but it also made him quite gratified.

But in any case, Xiaoyaozi never thought that this apprentice of his would show such eyes one day.

The evil spirit's resentment was like an immortal demon, and his heart trembled with fear.

Dugu Qiu took a deep breath, turned his head to salute the master with a fist, and said respectfully: "In vain, this trip is still going to go, General Yang treats me well, and now he and tens of thousands of comrades are dead in Daliang City, and it is already a great crime to not die together, and now he is lucky to survive, if he can't avenge General Yang, he won't be at ease when he dies." ”

"What's the bother. ”

Lin Hua also arrived at the scene, although he was defeated in the hands of Li Wenshuo, which made the reputation of the head of Huashan in the world plummet, but everyone present had seen the magnificent scene of that battle with their own eyes, and no one would feel that Lin Hua's strength was weak.

Moreover, after that battle, not only did he not collapse, but on the contrary, he went further on the road of endless swordsmanship, becoming more and more unfathomable.

Looking at the nephew in front of him, who he had watched and grown up since childhood, he had experienced so many things, and his expression was slightly complicated.

Dugu Qiu paused slightly, and also clasped his fists and saluted: "See the head uncle." ”

"Do you have the qualifications to take the Ten Thousand Blades Sword now?"

Dugu Qiu thought about it seriously and said, "There is probably one." ”

Lin Hua didn't have any expression on his face, took a few steps back, pulled out the flying glass in his hand, and spit out a word softly.

"Please. ”

The tone is extremely flat, as if your neighbor comes to visit the door and you invite him to tea.

But at this time, of course, it is not tea.

Dugu Qiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and looked at the head uncle in front of him, who had been respected in the past, with his hands hanging down at his side, and one hand was already pressed on the hilt of the knife.

After confirming that Lin Hua had no murderous aura, Xiaoyaozi sighed, and also turned sideways to get out of the way, leaving only countless Huashan disciples still staring at the two in front of him with wide eyes.

Vaguely, they knew what was about to happen, so they were shocked.

His expression was complicated, a little worried, but there was a faint expectation.

Dugu Qiu didn't draw his sword, so naturally he wouldn't be the first to strike.

Of course, no one thinks that he is holding up, this is just a means of defending and waiting for the attack.

Over the years, he has continued to break through the realm, and he has reached the middle realm of Xuanche, among the five major sects, only that Zhang Baoding can faintly suppress him.

But there is obviously still an obvious gap between him and Lin Hua, not to mention that the martial arts have reached the realm of transformation and may reach the realm of breaking the army at any time.

Originally, to deal with such a junior, Lin Hua's shot should be clean and neat, and he could beat his opponent with a few moves, no matter how easy it was.

Afterwards, I will say two good words, show my tolerance and generosity, and when the time comes, Dugu Qiu will also be grateful, apologize and admit his mistakes, and Huashan will have one more kendo genius from now on.

Everything was incomparably perfect.

But things started out a little differently.

Lin Hua was very serious, his body was full of purple energy, Fei Liuli held it tightly in his hand, and looked at Dugu Qiu standing not far in front of him, his brows were furrowed, as if he had encountered some extremely difficult enemy.

Then he took out his sword, without a trace of hesitation, lightning flew, and the sword qi was like a dragon, easily piercing the air in front of him, and cutting a small hole the thickness of a thumb on the drifting fallen leaves.

Then a sword light flashed, and the finely condensed sword qi was shattered by his sword.

Dugu Qiu coughed lightly twice, his face was a little pale, and his body was shaky.

He was already in a bad state, not to mention that this sword seemed to be inconspicuous, but in fact, the power contained in it was a real Xuanche Perfection powerhouse, and there was no trace of water.

But he eventually stood his feet.

Lin Hua didn't continue to shoot.

Dugu Qiu hugged his fists and thanked him again, then turned around and came to the side of the Wan Qian sword, and pulled out the famous sword Wan Qian with a bang, without the sword qi of Chongxiao, and there was no clear sword groan.

Dugu Qiu is still Dugu Qiu, but he has changed back to the Dugu Qiu who holds the sword.

Stretched out his hand to take the scabbard that Lin Hua threw over, the sword body was wiped on his clothes, and the snow light sword light returned to the sheath, and he turned around and walked towards the road he came.

Behind him, a dark green woman hurriedly ran over, he felt it, but he didn't turn around, and he didn't stop.

Instead, the woman stopped.

Three years is not a short time, but it is not a long time, and it has not left any traces on Hibiscus's body, as if she is still the girl who will never grow up.

But no matter how deep the memory is, it's a little blurry.

It's just that these days, there is less smile on her face and more melancholy.

When she heard that the man had returned, she hurried over and glanced at him from afar, and became even more melancholy, for he was leaving again.

"When are you coming back?"

The pleasant voice slid down the autumn wind to Dugu Qiu's ears, and even the autumn wind was a little less gloomy.

In the slightly conservative Central Plains, the more conservative Huashan faction, Hibiscus's bold behavior is no different from confession, but no one cares, everyone on the mountain knows the mind of the little junior sister.

If Dugu Qiu is a merry man who understands a woman's heart, he may reply: "When the peach blossoms bloom next year, I will come to the mountain to see you." ”

But these words sound touching, but in fact, they can't stand scrutiny at all, because there is not a single peach tree on Huashan, let alone peach blossoms.

What's more, although Dugu Qiu is smart, he has never been a person who understands a woman's heart.

He was a little overwhelmed, he didn't know what to go back to, thinking that he was going to die, and he might not be able to come back at all.

But thinking of the woman behind him, he was a little reluctant, because he had promised to buy the other party the best rouge in the world, but now he has not done it.

Hibiscus lowered her head and laughed self-deprecatingly, suddenly feeling that she didn't know what she had been waiting for for the past three years, and she wanted to cry.

People who can make women cry are never a good thing, although they sometimes don't know it themselves.

But a good woman should be used to smile like a flower.

"I heard that there is a good Rouge on Chang'an West Street, if there is a chance, I will definitely bring it to you in the future, but I don't know when." ”

The girl burst into tears and smiled, nodded vigorously, and the braids braided into a ponytail shook in the morning breeze, which was particularly beautiful.

Dugu Qiu came down the mountain, with a knife, a sword, and a sheath of anger and hatred, and an ethereal promise, leaving all the good behind him, and all the darkness as far as his eyes could see.

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