The night is vast, and the bright moon rises out of the green mountains.

The green mountains are silent, so the world is silent.

I don't know how long it was, but the wind came from the mountains, so there was a conversation.

Naturally, it was Bu Qiankun who didn't know where he was at this time.

"When I first met you, I felt the long-lost imperial aura in you, and it was only then that we met in front of Sunset Town. ”

Lu Xia's eyes condensed slightly, he never thought that after so long after the battle of Qingyang, there were still people who could feel the breath of the emperor who should have passed away.

The Emperor is naturally the Emperor of Jiuyang, because the wooden plaque that seems to be able to collapse the sky belongs to the Emperor of Jiuyang.

He used it, and he got it.

Originally, this was an extremely ethereal aura, which even a saint might not be able to perceive, especially after such a long period of time.

However, the ordinary old man in front of Sunset Town was not a mortal.

He is Bu Qiankun.

Only the palm can bury thousands of rivers and mountains.

is so amazing that he can interpret more than half of one of the nine secrets.

Bu Qiankun's old voice resounded in Lu Xia's sea of knowledge again.

"The second time I helped you was because of the meal that day. ”

This sentence is very ordinary, very natural, just a meal, but he tore the void to help, and Zhenyun Feichuan was on the spot.

Lu Xia said with a smile: "This must be the most expensive meal your old man eats." ”

Bu Qiankun ignored his ridicule and continued: "The third time Gou Di Wen, I will create a new ray of life for you, but it is ......"

His voice hung in the air, and the second half of the sentence was reluctant to fall.

Lu Xia felt in his darkness that there seemed to be a pair of eyes as deep as the starry sky that were constantly looking at him.

Seeing that he was covered in hair, he couldn't help but pretend to be relaxed: "Naturally, it's not because I'm good-looking." ”

As soon as these words fell, the gaze in the darkness suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

That's because Bu Qiankun put away his gaze, which is naturally because he wants to say the second half of the sentence.

And his voice rang out.

"Because your surname is Lu. ”

"What about the surname Lu?"

The bright moon spreads across the mountains, shining with silver light.

Bu Qiankun said slowly: "Because there is someone surnamed Lu in Zhongji." ”

Lu Xia frowned and said in confusion: "What does the person in the middle of the pole have to do with me?"

"If that man doesn't come to me, he has nothing to do with you, but since that man has come, it has something to do with you. ”

"Because my surname is Lu?"

"Because your surname is Lu. ”

Hearing this, Lu Xia's brows furrowed deeply, as if the entire green mountain was piled on top of the eyebrow peak.

These words are extremely simple, but the meaning of the words is as deep as a valley.

No one knew what Lu Xia was thinking at this time, not even Bu Qiankun, and he didn't need to know.

After a while, Lu Xia's eyebrows slowly lifted a little, and then he looked up at the extremely distant distance, and said lightly: "This kind of story of rotten streets in the mouth of the poet of Youfang does not meet my aesthetics at all, I can't imagine that you are also good at telling this kind of story in your predecessors." ”

There seemed to be a chuckle in the void: "After all, life is a long time, and there is always something to tell." ”

Lu Xia shook his head slightly, and with only one word, the wind in the mountains froze.

"Maybe I don't need to live into the story you're telling. ”

The long wind froze, the breath of heaven and earth suddenly became intense, and the bright moon above the blue sky dimmed.

This qiē was only because Bu Qiankun's breath fluctuated a little.

"You've walked in. ”

Lu Xia was sweating profusely, and his black shirt was instantly soaked, but his eyes were as cold as the cold wind of the wax moon, and there was endless forest in it.

Suddenly.

He threw a punch.

It slammed into the mound of soil in front of him, only to hear a snap, the mound exploded, the dust swept away, and a huge bird that had no time to spread its wings and leave was shattered alive on the spot.

Blood flowers flew, blood flowers flew with dust, and finally turned into blood and fell down.

Scarlet and piercing, murderous.

As a result, Lu Xia's eyes also became red, and the murderous aura on his body was like a tide, fluctuating and undulating.

This qiē happened for no reason, and it happened between the lightning and the flint.

This qiē is only because of the surname in Bu Qiankun's mouth, the surname that is far away in the middle pole.

Lu.

An extremely simple word, but it can make Bu Qiankun repeatedly shoot for it, which is enough to see the great energy in the meantime.

In the middle pole where the wind and clouds gather and the strong gather, this must also be a strong surname that overwhelms one side.

And Lu Xia is also surnamed Lu, and he learned from Bu Qiankun's mouth that the two people who are distributed in the north and south of the world are inextricably linked.

For the average person, this is naturally an extremely majestic backer.

For Lu Xia, who is now the enemy of the world and his longevity is about to wither, it is like a pie in the sky.

However, Lu Xia did not have the slightest excitement, and the white hair like a waterfall flew behind him, like snowflakes in the sky.

Vaguely, it is also like endless blood flowers.

The cold stars flickered in the depths of his red eyes, like thousands of blood flowers flickering.

It was the dark red color in the Lu Mansion back then, it was the scarlet blood of the people of the Lu family, and the earth that was dyed red by the blood river that year was just like Lu Xia's gaze at this time.

It was like a glutinous rice slurry mixed with cinnabar, viscous and black, flowing between Lu Xia's eyes and in his heart.

From the day the Lu family was wiped out, he Lu Xia had no relatives.

It used to be unavailable in the world, but now it is not needed.

He was burdened with a deep hatred, and he walked all the way on a bloody road, stained with blood, and cut off the enemy's bones.

After leaving the Lu family, he was like a Shura crawling out of the Nine Shadows, helpless.

"Those human lives, those blood, those ground that was stained dark red and mottled, those thousands of miles of lonely graves, ten years of life and death, never said desolation. ”

Lu Xia's punch is his attitude, his hatred, his loneliness, and his pride.

His voice echoed slowly, and in the desolate wind, it seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

But it's so decisive.

"I didn't have it before, and I don't need to have it now, the surname Zhongji Lu, what does it have to do with me?"

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Bu Qiankun didn't expect Lu Xia to have such a reaction, even the person surnamed Lu must never have imagined that someone would have such a reaction when he heard their news.

But this was Lu Xia's normal reaction.

Bu Qiankun's life-saving grace, he can repay it, and even repay it with his life.

But his arrogance is that even the same calamity cannot bend his backbone.

"But with the same blood, you can't escape it. Bu Qiankun sighed.

Lu Xia's eyes reappeared, and he said with a smile: "Since they didn't appear before, they don't need to appear in the future." ”

He paused, his scarlet eyes looked out into the sky, and Sen Han's voice was like a nine shadows, which was shocking.

"If it's blood, I'll pay it back. ”

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