Chapter 11: Out of the Valley

Lin Xuan walked in the lonely deep mountains and old forests, silently. It seems that there is only one person left between heaven and earth, and he is alone. He held a wooden sword in his hand, his hands were pale without a trace of blood, and the wooden sword was brown and gray, and it looked barren and lonely against each other.

Sigh lightly.

The years in the mountains have forgotten how long it has been. It's just that the leaves on the tree fell ten times. Probably, ten years have passed!

Rise.

Raise the sword, dance the sword.

The movements are chic and casual, agile and changeable, like a babbling stream. At the same time, it is mixed with the majestic momentum of some rivers, galloping endlessly.

"Phantom fifteen kills!" he snorted.

The wooden sword in Lin Xuan's hand paused slightly, and then quickly stabbed out a sword. In this sword dance, there are afterimages one after another, and the killing machine is born out of thin air.

If his previous swordsmanship was a docile stream, then at this moment, the swordsmanship danced, and there was suddenly a murderous aura on the surface of the river, and there seemed to be a sharp murderous aura between heaven and earth.

No, no.

Lin Xuan's sword momentum changed again, and he swung out thirteen swords in an instant.

Cutting, wiping, hooking, splitting, picking, breaking, and stabbing countless sword moves are presented one by one.

The corners of his mouth sneered.

The fifteen swords of death have long been unrecognizable, and the current swordsmanship is a new swordsmanship created with his own body, the fifteen kills of phantoms. The sword is fast, powerful, and consistent.

There is no end to learning, and kendo is inherently vague. Who can say whether what he did was right or wrong?

Then. His sword momentum also slowed down.

It's slow, but it's still changing. Suddenly, a sword stabbed out, borderless, unorganized, like an empty picture.

However, although empty, it seems to contain infinite changes.

Immediately after, Lin Xuan stabbed out the fourteenth sword.

Originally, the murderous aura on the surface of the river was very heavy, as if the sky was full of dark clouds covering the earth. And this sword stabbed out, like a thousand feet of lightning, easily breaking through the dark clouds in the sky. The momentum is like a rainbow. Graceful and swift.

The splendor was not the kind of warm sunshine, but the scorching sun of the golden stones, red as blood, and the killing power was undulating.

This sword pierced out, and all the changes really came to an end, and the already exhausted flowing water dried up completely.

Sword stop,

Shake one’s head.

The fifteenth sword was a pure murderous sword technique, and at this time, it was not suitable for use.

Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely, Lin Xuan may not be a hero, but he thinks that he is even more lonely than a hero.

After practicing swords alone for decades, with no relatives, no friends, and no one to talk to, who else deserves this title?

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan suddenly recalled Yan Shisan's lonely figure. It was found that at this moment the two were strikingly similar. Again, the horror of loneliness.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

A sword swing down.

"Boom, boom!" At this time, the wooden sword in his hand was like a peerless divine weapon, stabbing out fiercely, easily breaking through three or four ancient trees.

"In this case, you already have the power to protect yourself!" Lin Xuan muttered to himself.

Look up and look into the distance.

"The outside world shouldn't let me down!"

"I have come out of the world one after another, and I have been urging over the years. In the joke of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life. ”

"Carrying a sword and riding a ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock. The world is like a tide, people are like water, and only a few people in the rivers and lakes are back. ”

The low sound of poetry reverberated in the dense forest.

Three days later.

As the sun set, Lin Xuan was bathed in brilliance, he was the only one in the sunset, and he seemed to be the only one in the world.

He walked aimlessly, though he didn't know the way. But he thinks that as long as you stare in one direction, you can get out.

Thousands of miles are barren, and even the sunset seems to have changed color due to loneliness, turning into an empty and desolate dark yellow.

Lin Xuan was the same, dressed in black and white. A pair of cold eyes, condensed with inexplicable sadness.

Shaking his head, clearing the distractions in his head,

Continue on your journey

Not long after, Lin Xuan saw a small wooden house from a distance.

"Finally found someone!"

The originally indifferent heart in my heart also beat violently at this moment.

Walk briskly closer.

I only heard a clear reading voice coming out: "The Tao is the way, the very way." The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire to observe the wonder. There is often a desire to observe it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders. ......”

Eyes wide open and breathlessness short.

Lin Xuan was shocked in his heart: "Tao Te Ching!"

This article, familiar can not be more familiar. Although it is only a few thousand words, it was called the first strange book of Taoism in the previous life.

"What's going on?"

"According to the calculation of the mad doctor Ye Xiao, I should have traveled to the small spirit realm of the three thousand worlds, but why is there a "Tao Te Ching" here that should only exist on the earth?"

"Could it be that the madman made a mistake?"

Puzzled, he was stunned for a while, and waved his hand gently.

Everyone makes mistakes, and Ye Xiao is no exception. If you have to know everything too clearly, isn't it a sin to live?

Stepping out at random, he carefully looked at the wooden house in front of him. Inexplicably, an indescribable strange feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

The wooden house in front of me is so strange.

The area around the wooden house is full of flowers, aroma and life. In the middle of the hundred flowers, there is an ancient well. It was pitch black underneath, and I didn't know what strange things existed, Lin Xuan just glanced at it, and felt palpitations, and then he felt a sense of irritability.

Lin Xuan was silent, the scene in front of him was weird, but it was not so frightening, on the contrary, deep in his heart, there was a kind of scenery in the wooden house that broke through the door and saw it.

Turning his head, his brow furrowed slightly.

The wooden house was dilapidated, covered with cobwebs and dust. It seems that no one has cleaned up for a long time.

Corner.

Shriveled rattans spread from the bottom to the top of the entire ruined, cracked wall.

"Woo woo woo"

At the same time, bursts of cold wind floated up from the ancient well, with the fragrance of flowers, with the cold, with a whimpering whistling sound.

And Lin Xuan's body also trembled at this time, and a creepy feeling instantly appeared in his heart.

"Why don't you come in?" A sigh of vicissitudes of life, as if with endless years, clearly fell on the ears.

Lin Xuan's mind was buzzing, his scalp was numb, and he almost stepped back.

"It's too weird here, it's not the place I should be!" After suppressing the fear in his heart, Lin Xuan felt as if he had found a reason to leave, and turned around and left directly.

Although Lin Xuan was cold and arrogant, he was not stupid, there must be something wrong with such a strange scene in front of him. Using his life to find answers and verify conjectures, Lin Xuan was not so stupid as this.

You know, curiosity kills cats!!

Some things are worth a try, and sometimes it's wise.

"Crunch!"

The door opened.

Then, a faint hoarse voice came out: "It's difficult to see each other, and it's hard to say goodbye." ”

"Are you going to leave like this?"

"I haven't spoken to someone in a long time"

Lin Xuan roared: "Who are you?"

His heart was pounding, and the strange feeling made him feel very insecure.