"Yan Guo...... Liangzhou ...... Why is Liangzhou gone? Hurry up! Yu'er! Hurry up!" The two of them arrived in Liangzhou, and when they asked, they realized that there was only one city left in Taiyuan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Luo Fan and Murong Cheng have not been friends for a long time, the first time they saw him, he was still that bold young man, just because he was like-minded, he was willing to fight with his life to save him.

The second time I saw him, he was already the lord of a country, although he was in a high position, just because Luo Fan said a few words, he was willing to give away the heavy treasures such as the Red Snow Flowing Pearl.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, Luo Fan has long regarded him as a friend who can be entrusted with his life, but when he comes back now, what he gets is the news that Yan Guo is about to die, how can he not be shocked, how not to be anxious?

Shuyu knew that Luo Fan was in a hurry, and urged the magic sword with all her might, only to see her smooth forehead, which was as smooth as jade, was already drenched in fragrant sweat, and in the distance, she saw a ruined city with a swallow flag, which was already in sight.

"A lot of people! A lot of troops!" Luo Fan looked at the city of Taiyuan, only to see a black oppressive patch, with a forest of flags, like an iron bucket to besiege the crumbling ruined city.

The people in the city were still resisting, but more and more, the enemy troops like ants swarmed up the city wall, and this situation made Luo Fan tremble.

"What about Brother Murong?" Luo Fan looked down anxiously, although his eyesight was good, but in the city, he didn't see a familiar face.

Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a corner outside Taiyuan City, and his whole person was stunned as if he had been spelled by a fixation spell.

I saw a man surrounded by a group, with several knives and guns stuck in his chest, vest, and abdomen, and the setting sun shone on his bloodstained face, and he held the silver gun in his hand, barely standing, not letting himself fall.

Beside him was a woman in battle armor, her hair was covered with green silk, and under her, the blood was like a blooming fiery red flower.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman beside him, there was relief in his eyes, but more than that, it was a deep apology, blood oozed out of his mouth involuntarily, and he said in a voice that almost only he could hear: "If there is an afterlife, may the spear in my hand only protect you...... One person ......"

He watched the countless blades around him, and the hand he held the gun moved weakly, but he didn't resist it anymore.

Countless spears pierced into his chest and abdomen, and the blood, like an exploding dye vat, covered everything around him with a blood-red color.

"No—!"

Luo Fan never expected that the third time he saw him would be his last farewell.

The magic sword, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, dragged a long flame tail and smashed down on the center of the battlefield, which seemed to indicate the raging anger in the heart of its owner.

The surging sword qi instantly cut all the attacking enemy soldiers around him into pieces and scattered the blood of the sky, like a rain of blood, falling down.

"What...... What kind of person!?" The soldiers around him were shocked, looked at the soldiers who exploded into a blood mist in front of them in horror, and rubbed their eyes, as if trying to see if they were dazzled.

"Luo ...... Brother Luo?" Murong Cheng's tone was full of surprise and joy, but the most important thing was a deep tiredness that could not be concealed.

"Brother Murong, you hold on a little longer! I brought this Red Snow Bead!" Luo Fan hurriedly stuffed the Red Snow Bead into his arms.

He seemed to have regained a little strength slightly, but he looked at Luo Fan and shook his head with difficulty: "No...... No need to ......"

He is extremely aware of his injuries, almost all of his internal organs have been pierced, even if the Da Luo Immortal comes, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to the sky, he opened his mouth, and the broken internal organs flowed out along the blood, if he changed a person, I am afraid that even the corpse will be cold at this time, and I don't know how he can still survive until this time.

"Look at me avenging you!" Luo Fan had never felt such anger, as if his entire chest was about to be ignited with anger!

"No......" He didn't know where he got the strength, he actually raised his hand, trying to hold Luo Fan, but only halfway through, his hand fell weakly, his eyes with a pleading look, said, "Promise me...... No...... Avenge me......"

"Are you ......!?" Luo Fan looked at his eager eyes, which didn't seem to be fake, and couldn't help but suppress his anger and asked, "Why is this?" ”

"Northern unification...... The people were spared the suffering of war...... It's also good...... Also...... It's good ......" When he said the word "okay", there was only a deep sadness and helplessness in his eyes.

"......" Luo Fan looked at him, speechless for a while.

"Promise me ......"

“...... Okay!" Luo Fan clenched his teeth, and for a long time, a good word finally popped out of between his teeth.

Murong Cheng nodded reassuringly, and said with some regret, "We have been friends for many years, but we have never ...... Have a good drink...... Every time we meet, we say goodbye in a hurry...... It's a pity that in the future, I, Murong ...... But I never had the opportunity to invite you again......"

Luo Fan's hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the magic sword, his knuckles were almost white from overexertion, he didn't know what mood he was in at the moment, but his voice was involuntarily trembling, he gritted his teeth and said: "Every year today, I go to your grave and sacrifice an altar of good wine...... That's right......"

He looked at the armored woman beside him and added, "...... And Miss Shen...... The three of us ......."

"Good...... The three of us ......" he smiled, his eyes closing and no longer breathing.

"Demon ...... Monster!?" At this time, the surrounding blood mist had not yet faded, and it seemed to have a faint tendency to gather towards Luo Fan, and the magic sword in Luo Fan's hand seemed to be slightly shiny, and for a while, it seemed to be extremely demonic.

"Kill! Kill this monster for me!"

"General, that bead just now seems to be ...... Red snow beads. ”

"Huh?" the square-faced general looked sharply in the direction of the battlefield and waved his hand, "Pass the order, and the one who offers the orb will have a bounty of 10,000!"

"Yes!"

Although he was a little afraid, but King Yan Murong Cheng was so brave that he had already died in the vast sea of soldiers, and the two people in front of him, no matter how they looked, were definitely not as powerful as King Yan.

Under the heavy reward, countless armor soldiers surrounded him again, which actually made Luo Fan have a feeling that these people around him are not people, but beasts, and they are all fierce beasts that choose people and devour!

He was even a little worried inexplicably, worried that if he hesitated, he would be divided and eaten by these fierce beasts.

The magic sword in his hand seemed to sense the master's mood, and a thick evil aura overflowed from the magic sword, and slowly, began to spread around.

"Senior brother!?" Shu Yu looked at Luo Fan with some concern, as if he noticed that his state at the moment was a little different from usual.

The magic sword, it seems that after being silent for several years in Qionghua's battle, it has begun to wake up!

Luo Fan held the magic sword, only to see his hand slowly raised, his movements, like a dying old man, weak and difficult, even the sword he was holding was trembling, and it was like a slow motion repeated in the movie, slow and clear, as if every step had a strange rhythm.

Everyone looked at his sword and was no longer afraid, and some even began to laugh, laughing at him for not being able to lift his sword because he was afraid.

Two people, in the face of so many people, shouldn't they be afraid? Of course they should be afraid! Even Murong Cheng, who was "invincible in the north gun", died under such a crowd tactic, how could a young man like him be unknown, could he still kill all of them?

As if forgetting the fear of the violent death of the soldiers around them, they raised their guns and stabbed them.

But in the next moment, they found out that they were wrong, even very wrong!

The sword stabbed out without any sound, or rather, ********.

A silent sword, but it brings terrifying destruction!

The evil qi and the sword qi merged, and everywhere he passed, he saw rows and rows of armor warriors' bodies burst apart one after another.

No one can stand still for even a second in the face of such an offensive, whether it is armor or flesh and blood, it is like exploding fireworks all over the ground, but this firework is all made of blood!

One, two, three......

Ten rows, twenty rows, thirty rows......

No one knew when this terrifying sword aura would stop, it was as if death had slashed its life-harvesting scythe, and everything that touched it vanished!

After this sword, the entire chaotic battlefield actually showed a feeling of emptiness, and I saw that he was far away, far away, and there was no one standing.

The blood rain drifted away, and between heaven and earth, there seemed to be only a piece of red left, and everything in heaven and earth seemed to be dyed blood red by this sword.

There were nearly 200,000 people who surrounded him, but at this moment, more than 200,000 people were all silent.

A sword rivers and mountains are stained with blood!

He picked up Murong Cheng's body from the ground, while Shuyu picked up Shen Yuanyao, and the two walked out of the battlefield step by step.

The person in front of him, as if hiding from the plague, quickly got out of the way, and no one dared to stay in front of him for even a moment, for fear that if he took a step too slow, he would die like those flesh and blood scraps in front of him.

Even much later, when someone mentions this sword, there is a deep fear.

After this battle, the army that conquered the Yan Kingdom returned, and no one dared to mention the outcome of this battle, and it seemed that they were all secretive about it.

Only on the battlefield, leaving a long-lasting sword aura, eye-catching, until a long time later, there was a legend, that day there was an unknown swordsman, outside the city of Taiyuan split a sword, a sword broke ten thousand troops, the rivers and mountains were stained with blood, in front of everyone's eyes, took away the king and queen of Yan, no one dared to stop.

It is said that on that day, there was a bloody rain in the whole Taiyuan.

On this day, King Yan died, and the country of Yan perished.

Since then, no one has seen the military advisor of Yan State, some say that he took advantage of the chaos to escape, others say that he died, and others say that he took the young prince and went incognito in order to revive him one day.

At the foot of Taihang Mountain, Luo Fan at this time, he was holding a four or five-year-old child in his left hand, holding a pot of wine in his right hand, and after taking a sip, he spilled some in front of the new grave in front of him.

I saw that the stele read: the tomb of the virtuous brother Murong Cheng and sister-in-law Shen Yuanyao.

"What's the name of this kid?" he asked, turning to the people and Yan soldiers who he had saved from the pursuers of the Northern Court.

"Ziying, the prince's name is Ziying. ”

"Murong ...... Ziying?" Luo Fan nodded, "Brother Murong is my best friend, this child, I plan to take him as an apprentice, what do you think?"

Everyone has seen Luo Fan's immortal means of repelling thousands of people and horses in the Northern Dynasty with a sword, at this time, everyone was chased and killed by the Northern Court to hide in Tibet, seeing that Luo Fan wanted to accept the prince as an apprentice, his heart was naturally a hundred willing, nodded again and again, and then only heard a soldier come forward and ask, "Dare to ask if the common name of the immortal master is called Luo Fan?"

"What, do you recognize me?" said Luo Fan, looking at the soldier in surprise.

"When I was on duty in the Liangzhou City Lord's Mansion, I was fortunate to see it. The soldier took out a cyan long sword from behind his back and said, "This sword was entrusted to General Qin by the queen and asked him to hand it over to you, and now that General Qin is gone, I can only hand it over on my behalf." ”

"Chunyu?" Luo Fan took the sword, and felt a little emotion in his heart, he didn't expect that after so many long times, this sword would return to his hands like this, maybe it was really due to creation.

Luo Fan nodded at the soldier and said, "Thank you, I don't know where you will go in the future?"

Some people said dejectedly: "The Yan Kingdom is gone, and the Northern Imperial Court is chasing and killing us, and we can only go to the south to find a place to live." ”

"I haven't been back to Yandi for a long time, I think it's far away from the royal capital, and it's all from my hometown, and I guess the Northern Imperial Court is beyond the reach of the whip. "There are also people who think differently.

Shuyu thought for a while, and said: "Now that my senior brother and I have cultivated to the fullest, it is time to start a sect and revitalize Qionghua, so we will send you separately, and we will also take a look to see if we can accept some new disciples." ”

"The Guixian Sect wants to recruit disciples?" a common person was surprised, and then hurriedly pulled a gray little girl up and asked, "What kind of disciples do you want to recruit, Immortal Master take a look...... I see that my Xiaoyue is usually quite clever, but the immortal master can't look at it. ”

"There is no class to teach. Luo Fan looked at Shu Yu and said, "Since even a person with poor qualifications like me can achieve something, I don't think there is any need to pick any disciples, right?"

"Senior brother is very right. Su Yuwan smiled, "But I need to say it first, the matter of cultivating immortals is by no means a simple matter, on the immortal road, there are countless dangers, maybe if you are not careful, you will lose your life, and the mountain is bitter, and it is not as free as you think." ”

When the people heard this, they were not surprised or rejoiced: "Immortal Chief, rest assured, my family Xiaoyue has been able to endure hardships since he was a child." ”

"My little cub has no strength, the only advantage is that he can endure hardships!" another citizen also shouted.

"Good. Su Yu smiled and said, "Then make a note of it first, and when we return to Qionghua in the next day, we will go to Qionghua with us." ”

"Thank you, thank you, Immortal!" When the people heard this, they immediately kowtowed and thanked them.

In this way, the Qionghua faction ushered in the first batch of disciples after the catastrophe, and then the two took the remaining Yan soldiers and the common people to divide into two roads, one to the south and the other to the north, and set off separately.

After Luo Fan arrived in the south, he went to Shushan to visit, Dao Rui and Murong Cheng had some intersections, and after hearing about him, he couldn't help but sigh.

Dao Jin and Dao Rui, although they are now the head of Shushan and the respect of the elders, but they are still the same as before, although Dao Jin is as cold as ice, but he is still cold and kind-hearted, Dao Rui is gentle and wise, the two learned the news of Qionghua's reconstruction, and also said that if there is a need, they will definitely help, but this makes Luo Fan, who is just going up the mountain to see the old man, a little helpless.

Later, with the help of Shu Mountain, Qionghua was rebuilt very smoothly, and most of the magic circles on the mountain were re-established and perfected, and the originally cold Qionghua was once again restored to a temperature suitable for the survival of various creatures, although the aura was not as good as it was back then, but it was also enough for the disciples to cultivate.

After accepting the first batch of disciples, Qionghua was no longer as deserted as it was back then, and Luo Fan spent a lot of energy to find most of the spirit beasts back then, and the mountain behind Qionghua also regained its happy appearance.

It's just that those disciples who were beaten into the eyes of the East China Sea can never come back, Luo Fan and Shuyu finally decided that after the five-hundred-year period expires, they will re-enter the reincarnation, and then extradite them back to Qionghua, in this way, it is better than entering the six realms of reincarnation, being a human being in this life, but I don't know what the next life is.

Of course, these things are all done by Shuyu, like Luo Fan, who can't even learn the sword, naturally he can only sit in the back mountain every day, drink alcohol, tease spirit beasts, and occasionally teach his disciples, but he also ended up with the title of a misguided child.

Twenty years later, Suyu's cultivation has already gone straight to the fairyland, and she has a silent sword sword intent, which can already pass through the netherworld, open the six realms, and all kinds of magical powers, which can no longer be expressed in words.

At this time, Qionghua and Murong Ziying have also grown up, he is extremely talented, he is young, and his cultivation has surpassed other disciples by a large margin, reaching the realm of earth immortals, and he is already a well-deserved senior brother.

Under the suppression of Luo Fan and Shu Yu, the magic sword gradually lost its anger and became an extremely powerful divine weapon, just a few years ago, Luo Fan had given this sword to Murong Ziying.

Shuyu decided that after some time, she would pass on the head of the family to him, and she and Luo Fan gradually stopped managing worldly affairs.

At the end of autumn of another year, Luo Fan took Shuyu and toasted a pot of wine on a lonely grave at the foot of Taihang Mountain.

Just half a year ago, the Northern Imperial Court, which had made great efforts to govern the country, went southward in a big way, forcing the Southern King to surrender, and since then, the unification of the north and south of the Central Plains has ended the situation of division and war over the years, and the world is peaceful.

Just like every year when he comes here, he has to bring a pot of good wine.

"This is almost the twentieth pot of wine...... Luo Fan sighed lightly, "Brother Murong, Miss Shen, in a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed since that day, and this world is finally as you wish, the world is peaceful......"

Luo Fan sat in front of the graves of the two, and Suyu was only by his side, waiting quietly.

"It's a pity that heaven is unfair. Luo Fan seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to the two people in the tomb, although he knew that the two couldn't hear his words, "An emperor like the new court can unify the Central Plains, but in this world, it is indeed because of the governance of that house, it has become orderly, this troubled world...... In a blink of an eye, we have entered a prosperous era again! How many people can you really explain the truth of this world?"

He came here every year, but it seemed that every year, there was an endless amount of words, he babbled and said a lot in front of the grave, and on this day, he said a lot more than before, until the sun set, he slowly carried the empty wine jug, and left with Shuyu.

Before leaving, he said softly: "Maybe next year, I won't be able to come here again, the legend says that twenty years is a reincarnation, and next year, you should also be reincarnated...... And we're leaving...... Maybe never ...... Won't be coming back, two...... Take care"

Not long after he left, a figure like a ghost slowly appeared in front of Murong Cheng's grave.

"I ...... I've come to see you......" His voice was soft and distant, as if he had come here after twenty years.

In the night, I saw his handsome face, like a night elf, he was dressed in a golden robe, noble and indescribable, his words were calm, but there was an indescribable coldness: "They have all been punished by them, including my royal brother who has always been self-righteous. ”

"It's kind of ...... Give an account to those who died in vain. He looked at the rising moon in the distance, and said lightly, "But maybe one of them is not wrong, those who are too merciful are indeed not suitable to hold the throne!" (To be continued.) )