"This is the girl the sword lord likes?"

Yun'er asked curiously, "Except for your father, it's rare to see you react so much. ”

"Yes!"

Zhuang Wudao fell into retrospection, remembering the past years, and did not shy away from saying: "She has a good personality, is empathetic, and is also very good at taking care of people." I had a knife wound and it was she who took care of me and my mother until I recovered. It's not just me who likes her, but also Qin Feng, my group of brothers, many of whom are secretly tied to her. ”

"Zuihou, how did it turn out?" Yun'er became more and more interested.

"Married, a wealthy businessman, is the fourth concubine, and said that she can have no worries about food and clothing from now on. ”

Zhuang Wudao's eyes changed, as if he was regretting and mocking.

"Is that so?" Yun'er's voice was faint: "So it's very sad?"

"It's not heartbreaking, it's been expected for a long time. Although she has a good heart, she yearns for those powerful and rich people more, and she envies the glory. ”

"But I feel that the sword master is still very heartbroken?"

Zhuang Wudao was silent for a long time, and then said lightly: "Two years after getting married, she took poison and died." I knew she was in such pain, I should have snatched her back with Qin Feng. ”

"Hmm-"

Yun'er was dumbfounded, and her tone turned cautious, as if she was afraid of touching Zhuang Wudao's sore spot: "You didn't want to avenge her?

"No, that's her own choice, and she can't complain about others. ”

Zhuang Wudao's face had regained his calmness: "However, Qin Feng and I are quite interested in his husband's family wealth. So they joined forces with Mullet Water Village and sunk their family into the river, and divided more than 7,000 taels of silver. Then with this money, he opened a small gambling house. ”

Yun'er suddenly understood why Zhuang Wudao had already killed the people of Haitao Pavilion after learning that Nie Xianling had been robbed. Without hesitation, the two of them were completely crippled.

Sometimes it seems to be indecisive, and some women are kind. In fact, in his heart, he is still a fierce beast. Just because of his mother's dying words, trapped in cage chains.

"I see!" Yun'er said clearly: "This girl, sword master, you still care a lot, no wonder, the sword master doesn't seem to be interested in women at all." ”

"Nothing to do with that—"

Zhuang Wudao shook his head, his eyes were as cold as a spring, without a trace of emotion, and looked at the girl in front of him. "Why is it strange that a boy has a crush on an older and gentle girl? ”

As he spoke, Zhuang Wudao had already stepped over the side of the girl in front of him and stepped on the seven hundred and eighty blue jade stone steps.

Not surprisingly, there is an old man in front of him. But it is a complete picture, with him and Qin Feng in it.

He was pressed to the ground by several people, unable to move, suddenly his eyes were red, he struggled, and suddenly his eyes were full of tears, and he pleaded sadly.

Qin Feng was full of smiles, stretched out the tip of his tongue, and licked the soles of his feet.

Zhuang Wudao didn't even look at it, and went directly up the stone steps to the next level, letting the image around him shatter like a bubble.

That man was one of the most hated people in his life. The only thing he regretted was that he had always had scruples in the previous group beatings, and he never really stabbed this person to death. Legacy of calamity since the time of his mother's death.

I also learned a truth, once you are sure that you are a mortal enemy with no room for turn, you must not hesitate. The means must be ruthless, and the work must be absolute. We must not give those capable opponents a chance to threaten us again.

Therefore, he would rather risk his life and die in the Dao Karma Heavenly Path, and also completely abolish Gaiqian City.

To be forgiving and forgiving, how easy is it to talk about mother's words?

And the dealer of the year, Zhuang Wudao was willing to let go of his family and those two waste concubines. However, if he really didn't want to do it in his heart, how could Qin Feng ignore it and kill people recklessly?

The thirty bluestone steps after that are a variety of familiar characters. There are old people who have no way to do things, and there are also enemies.

However, it wasn't until level eight hundred and twentieth that Zhuang Wudao's figure finally stopped. In front of her was a woman with a humble smile on her face, who was not Zhuang Xiaohu?

Zhuang Wudao sighed slightly, he had already guessed that the result would be like this. On this road, sooner or later, he will meet the people around him, the people he cares about, not all the old people.

Without hesitation at all, Zhuang Wudao continued to move forward. And when he passed by, the figure beside him was also shattered.

And the next stone staircase, it is still a girl. The appearance is soft, but there is a strong meaning hidden in the eyes that is extremely difficult for others to detect.

Zhuang Wudao stopped, glanced at Nie Xianling carefully, and then remained silent and continued to step through.

"The sword master is really a ruthless person, no matter what Nie Xianling says, he will follow you for three years, and there is no place in your heart?"

Yun'er's tone was unfamiliar, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry at the moment: "If that's the case, then why did you save her this time?"

"I rescued her, not only to save myself, but also to warn my opponent. ”

Zhuang Wudao's tone was also undulating, and he said disapprerovitically: "I don't care at all in my heart, I don't have her place, that's a lie." But if one day she stands in my way, I will abandon her!"

It's just that before the words fell, Zhuang Wudao's figure stopped abruptly. There was still a girl in front of her, with a smile on her face and a strong temperament.

"Beitang Wan'er-"

Zhuang Wudao frowned and groaned. Then he passed by Beitang Wan'er's side, but Beitang Wan'er's figure did not disperse. There was a silk thread behind him, which connected him and Beitang Wan'er.

Beitang Wan'er looked up and watched Zhuang Wudao leave.

"Favor, favor, sword master, your wisdom sword, do you keep chopping?"

"If you keep chopping, you don't need to chop!"

Zhuang Wudao is confident and calm: "As you said, Wan'er is a passerby in my life after all." The bond between me and her is burdensome, and there is no need to deliberately force it, just let it be. I don't see her as a bond, but as a friend. ”

"Sword Master, you're really complicated. said ruthless but affectionate, said affectionate, sometimes can be more ruthless than anyone else. ”

Zhuang Wudao didn't pay attention to it, and only fixed his eyes on the side, another girl.

Xin Wei, outside the Hongshan set, the girl he met. He is a disciple of his senior sister and has a gentle and pleasant temperament.

Laughing softly, Zhuang Wudao stepped over again. After that, there was Mu Xuan, who also couldn't make him stay for a moment.

can't give him the slightest obstacle like Beitang Wan'er.

"Why is that?"

"They are my juniors, and they are all under the gate of Xuanling Mountain, so they should be the same family. If there is a problem, I will help, but I will not exceed my ability. That's all—"

Zhuang Wudao suddenly realized that this Dao Career Heavenly Path, one hundred and eleven steps, was not only a test of his Dao heart. It is also helping him to sort out his thoughts and all the things that are bound in his heart.

What can you give up and what you can't, what are your obsessions and what aren't?

Mu Xuan went a few steps back, and Zhuang Wudao was not surprised to see Ma Yuan.

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help laughing at himself, then the latter person should be Lin Han-

When he stepped on the 845th level, there were three more lines behind Zhuang Wudao. Three figures, standing on the bluestone platform, looked up at Zhuang Wudao's back.

And in front of him, it was Qin Feng, who always had that unfathomable smile, as if everything was under his control.

Zhuang Wudao suddenly closed his eyes and groaned.

"If there is anyone in my life besides my mother who can't let go, it must be Qin Feng. ”

After saying this, Zhuang Wudao shook his head helplessly and continued to walk. The thread behind him is particularly thick.

Zhuang Wudao was even more faintly perceptible, and his body sank up and down suddenly, as if he had suddenly gained a thousand catties of strength on his body.

His otherwise easy steps also became heavy.

But it's far from over. Eight hundred and fifty-one, there is not a single shadow in front of him, but three people.

Mother Zhuang Xiaoxi stood on her left, her voice and smile were as good as in front of her. Shen Jue and Xiao Lingshu stood beside them.

Zhuang Wudao's face finally changed. first glanced at Zhuang Xiaoxi with great nostalgia, and then swept his gaze to the side.

The eyes are complicated for a while, hate, admiration, admiration, deep hatred, all kinds of emotions are mixed.

"Sword Master!"

Yun'er reminded in time in her mind: "Your situation is not right. ”

"I know!"

Zhuang Wudao took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and then stepped forward.

At this time, his body was already as heavy as a mountain.

"This obsession, sword master, do you always refuse to give up?"

"I can't let it go, if I give up, it's not me. Can only be carried until it is resolved. I have heard that the Taishang is forgetful, a wise cultivator, who needs to forget all feelings and reach the state of ruthlessness. To do nothing, to do nothing, to do nothing. But if you really want to get to that point, then you're not human anymore, right?"

"Well, I don't approve of the Sword Master either. What is an immortal, a man on the mountain, detached from the world, but still a man after all—"

"Ha, the hero sees the same thing!"

Zhuang Wudao originally thought that after this level, there would be nothing to worry about him. But when he took another step forward, eight hundred and forty-five two. Zhuang Wudao was stunned again, on the stone steps, there was a man and a sword.

The sword is a light cloud sword, and the person is also a light cloud - Luo Qingyun.

Yun'er was silent, and Zhuang Wudao also frowned, but after just a breath, he stepped forward again.

The time for hesitation was only slightly more than when he met Qin Feng.

"I originally thought that in this world, except for my mother and Qin Feng, there was no one I really cared about. But now, there's one more you—"

"Should I feel honored, I hope you won't regret it, Sword Master!"

"What do you regret?" Zhuang Wudao smiled when he heard this, and said lightly: "From the moment the sword technique was opened, the fate of my Zhuang Wudao has been inseparable from you Luo Qingyun from now on, and it can no longer be separated. No, it must have been even earlier, when the first blood sacrifice was made to King Abiping—"