Chapter 7: Life and Death

Those who are husband of heaven and earth are the adversaries of all things, and those who are in time are also passers-by of a hundred generations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Human life is just a moment in the long river of time, rushing for decades, fleeting, and cannot make waves in the long river of time, but some people's lives can emit a rainbow light that breaks through time and space in the eternal abyss-like river of time.

This light is enough to shock all things in heaven and earth, and make hundreds of generations of passers-by worship it.

Maybe they were mediocre and silent, but the brilliance that burned out at that moment was enough to amaze and shock the world.

Is there such a person in the world?

Lu Xiaofeng asked himself, he had already gotten the answer.

Ye Gucheng, Ximen Fuxue, Chu Feng, Xue Yiren, Bai Yujing, Bai Xiaolou, and that mysterious little old man, aren't they this kind of people?

The brilliance they burst out at that moment was enough to shock everything in heaven and earth, and they didn't want only heaven and earth, but only that momentary shock.

For them, this is the true meaning of life.

Bashan Gu Daoren had already left, leaving with the little old man.

They stepped on the last afterglow of the sunset and disappeared from the sight of Gong Jiu and Lu Xiaofeng.

Gong Jiu looked at Lu Xiaofeng and was curious: "Why don't you ask me who he is?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, he had already looked at the street where the two of them had disappeared, and his footsteps suddenly became indescribably relaxed and happy: "I don't need to ask, apart from that person, how many people up and down the rivers and lakes can set off such a big storm in the hearts of the Bashan Gu Dao people who have come out of the red dust?"

Gong Jiu was speechless.

Yes, apart from that person, there is no one in the world who can set off turbulent waves in the hearts of the people of Bashan Gu Dao.

He looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and his expression suddenly became indescribably solemn and solemn.

He said, "Do you know where they went?"

A touch of sadness flashed in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

His expression instantly became indescribably heavy and proud, and the temperament on his body was even more indescribably sharp.

Those who are familiar with Lu Xiaofeng know that although Lu Xiaofeng has high martial arts attainments, he will never easily show his martial arts, nor will he easily give people a feeling of superiority, but now Lu Xiaofeng has revealed that desperate temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away.

A temperament that seems to be like ice, like a sword, like an abyss, like a vast sea.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Gong Jiu: "Should I prepare something?"

Gong Jiu nodded, and said in a very calm and ruthless tone: "Yes, you should prepare something, and this thing is now only qualified for you to prepare." ”

"I understand. Lu Xiaofeng looked at Gong Jiu: "You help me prepare a pot of wine, I'm going to get drunk." ”

Gong Jiu said: "Okay." ”

Lu Xiaofeng left, he walked into a coffin shop and bought the best coffin.

Although this coffin is not very luxurious, it is indeed the best coffin in the coffin shop.

Zijin Town was not very wealthy, so the coffin was naturally not luxurious, but the coffin had already been bought, and Lu Xiaofeng dragged the coffin to the street.

His expression was indescribably solemn, with an indescribable sadness in his eyes, but more respect, what he was thinking about in his mind was not the wooden road people, but Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow.

He was wondering if he would also prepare coffins for Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue this time?

Are Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow and others already ready to die?

Are Chu Feng, Xue Yiren, Bai Yujing, and Bai Xiaolou also ready to die?

Under sunset, after dusk.

The gentle wind swept over the face of the wooden road man and the little old man like a sympathetic hand.

This is not the kind of tender and sweet lover, but a kind of love that breaks off.

On the withered yellow grass, there is destined to be a person who will say goodbye to their lover and to this world.

But at this moment, there is no kind of sadness or tragedy, but there is an indescribable lightheartedness.

The two old men who have been in the last years of life are not only not a little old, but there is a sign of rejuvenating and rejuvenating, and the faces of the two are not the slightest dignified duel, nor the slightest killing intent or killing intent on the opponent, but just like two old friends meeting, indescribably casual.

And who can see that these two people are actually engaged in a life-and-death duel?

This is a duel that gambles everything and pays everything, and it is like this for Bashan Gu Daoren.

He looked very casual and chic, he looked at the little old man, looked at the little old man named Wu Ming, sighed softly, and said, "I have been waiting for this day for almost thirty years. ”

Wu Ming smiled, looked at Gu Daoren, and was not polite at all: "That means that you were already ready to die in my hands thirty years ago." ”

Gu Daoren does not deny it.

The facts have already proved that Wu Ming's martial arts attainments and martial arts insights are indeed far greater than him, he has been following Wu Ming's footsteps all his life, climbing to the peak step by step, and now even if he is already a martial arts celebrity in the eyes of the Jianghu people, even like the existence of a dragon without seeing the end, but he has never regarded himself as a Bashan Gu Daoist.

It's just Bashan Gu Daoist.

Gu Daoren looked at Wu Ming, and his tone was indescribably casual and peaceful: "After I was defeated by your hands in the past, I already understood that you were the only genius I had ever seen in my life, I can't help but admire you, your martial arts attainments are indeed much more clever than mine, much more powerful." Even if I created the Returning Wind Dancing Willow Sword, I didn't dare to compare with you, because I knew that although the Returning Wind Dancing Willow Sword I created for you had a chance to defeat you in the past, but now you don't have a chance, how can such a proud person let yourself be held back?"

Wu Ming began to admire Gu Daoren a little.

Although the person in front of him was his defeated general, there was one thing he couldn't help but admit, the open-mindedness of the swordsman in front of him was unbelievable, and he had never seen it in his life.

Since ancient times, there has been a speech without the first and the second with no second.

How can a master with a unique skill be willing to bow down to his opponent?

Naturally, they are unwilling.

But there are often people in the world who can do this. They are not only willing to bow down verbally, but also in their hearts, but they still have a spirit in their bodies, since they have naturally been defeated, they still dare to fight.

A person who has the first kind is already extremely incredible, and as for a person who also has the second kind of thought and the third thought, it can only be described as admiration.

Even the gods may show admiration when facing such warriors.

Wu Ming's eyes were as cold as water, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, and a pair of eyes were like a secluded pool, bottomless, and boundless.

The warm wind is cold, the heart is cold, and the words seem to be finished.

He looked at Gu Daoren and said coldly, "Is your nonsense finished?" ”

Gu Daoren smiled.

Wu Ming is not only an erudite and elegant person, but also has an excellent temper, but now Wu Ming seems to have a very bad temper, even hot.

Was it because Wu Ming was already afraid of Gu Daoren's sword, or did Wu Ming not want to lose this respected subordinate?

Gu Daoren didn't know, and Wu Ming himself didn't know anymore.

At the end of the road is the end of the world, and at the end of the word is the sword.

The words are finished, and the sword is unsheathed.

The green willow sword, which has been hidden for thirty years, has been unsheathed, and the ethereal and peerless seventy-seven forty-nine hand wind dancing willow sword has also been wielded.

At dusk, before the last rays of the setting sun were gone, the two were already fighting.

Two swords, two people.

One of them is doomed to defeat and doomed to death.

Coffin, very heavy coffin.

Lu Xiaofeng held the coffin and found Gong Jiu, he looked at Gong Jiu, Gong Jiu didn't say a word, how could he not understand what Lu Xiaofeng meant at this moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun has set.

Darkness is coming.

The two walked on the long street of bluestone and came to the deserted suburbs to witness the victory or defeat of this duel.

Only one man sat on the rock.

A man had already slashed down, and the turquoise sword was stuck in the ground.

It's all over.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at this scene, and his heart suddenly became angry, and a complex emotion that was difficult to express in words.

This kind of ending was not unexpected, but when the ending was really unfolded in front of him, he couldn't help but be sluggish.

The dead are naturally Gu Dao people.

Gu Daoren didn't guess wrong, he was indeed inferior to Wu Ming.

But he must also fight with Wu Ming, the glory of life and death, all this is not important to him at all, in his opinion, if he wants to die, wouldn't it be the best choice to die in the hands of Wu Ming?

In this battle, Gu Daoren already knew that he would definitely lose, but he still drew his sword, and in fact it had been proved that he was indeed bound to lose.

Wu Ming's sword was even more terrifying than he expected.

Even the Huifeng Dancing Willow Sword, one of the three major swordsmanship of Xuanmen, was only defeated once.

He could have not died.

Wu Ming knew that Gu Daoren had begged for death.

Therefore, Wu Ming's sword killed Gu Daoren, so Gu Daoren died.

Wu Ming had forgotten Gong Jiu and Lu Xiaofeng's existence, even if Gong Jiu and Lu Xiaofeng passed by him, he didn't look at these two people.

He's lost a respected man, but that's not the only thing he's lost, and he'll probably have to lose more.

Wu Ming's mood is really not good, although he has already won, but he is not seeking victory, but defeat, but who in heaven and earth still has the opportunity and capital to defeat him?

He wanted to find the man, but now he couldn't find it.

Gu Daoren has been defeated, who else in the world is worthy of being his opponent?

He has hidden his sword, and he has hidden his heart.

His people are cold, and his heart is cold, unmatchedly cold.

There was an indescribable despair in him, and there was an indescribable dead silence in him.

No one could understand his mood at this moment, whether it was his disciple Gong Jiu or Lu Xiaofeng, or even his daughter Beef Soup.

Wu Ming stood up and took a deep look at Gu Daoren, who was smiling faintly even if he was dead.

Wu Ming grinned, leaving behind an incomparably lonely figure.