Chapter 136

Xuefeng instructs the public, "only the master of Fuyu sword can get rid of this evil. All the sword masters of past dynasties claim to be the descendants of Taiwu. If the fate is not bad, then the descendants of Taiwu will be born in 50 years. At that time, we need your help. Please don't refuse."

Lu Zhengkang asked, "when you were born, did you already have Xiangshu?"

"Naturally."

"So all the previous records about magic pivot are rumors?"

"It's handed down from ancient times, just as the name suggests." Blood Maple frowned, "it's time for me to leave, or you'll have to fight again."

After that, his strong and huge body turned into sand and flew away. The strangest thing is that the huge temple disappeared, as if it were just an illusion.

Lu Zhengkang was not surprised by this. In order to satisfy Quan Hongming's abnormal consumption when he was possessed by the devil, the ash trace also extracted a large number of upper edges to supplement itself. The surrounding buildings were completely hollowed out of the origin of existence, leaving only an empty shell. Now the upper edge that was taken back can not return to the original shape, so it collapsed.

In fact, this kind of gray trace, which represents Xiangshu's power, can't be separated from Shangyuan itself, or some dark side of Shangyuan. Lu Zhengkang thought about it and named it "bad luck".

Taoist kunqing took a long breath, held up a lazy waist, shook his head and said: "little monk, even if it's a draw this time, let's gamble again when we have time, Taoist can go back to recuperate!" He walked toward Quan Suhuan and said, "master of the Quan family, I'm glad I didn't disobey my orders! This disaster is over. Since then, the government has been in peace. As long as we do more good deeds, we will be able to benefit our descendants. "

Quan Suhuan's face was pale. He was attacked by the ghost and his heart had not calmed down. He reluctantly returned with a smile. "Thank you for your help, but I didn't expect such a disaster at home But, master, is my big brother dead now? "

"Kunqing stroked his beard lightly." if he was occupied by Xiangshu's incarnation, his soul would disappear, and his soul would not be reincarnated. He could only suffer forever under the command of evil spirits. "

Quan Suhuan's face is complicated, but he is not happy at all.

"Well, I know. Master, go back to the villa and have a rest. I'll send you medicine later."

"The master of the mansion is polite. I'll leave."

Lu Zhengkang stares at the void. A soul haunted by evil fate floats quietly. He is Quan Hongming.

He was like the midday shade, mottled by the ashes, but he was still calm.

Quan Hongming looks at Quan Suhuan silently.

He doesn't have much time. The evil fate is pulling him into the bottom of the world, which nobody can spy.

Lu Zhengkang bound Quan Hongming with his mind.

The lonely soul seemed very surprised. He turned to look at Lu Zhengkang. He tried to see a sun through the appearance!

Quan Hongming trembles, the drooping Bodhisattva, the peaceful world evolves in his palm.

"Ask the Bodhisattva to help the villain!" Quan Hongming lamented, "I just want to say a few words with my younger sister Quan Suhuan."

Lu Zhengkang waved to him, his soul flew into his palm, and the upper edge poured in. Quan Hongming turned into a small light spot, like a white seed full of gray spots.

Fortune always gives a ray of life.

And Lu Zhengkang, he is nature.

Mo Yun came to him and asked, "now that the matter is settled, should we go?"

"If you want to get revenge, I'll wait for you for a day."

"Enough."

The swordsman went out with his sword and nodded slightly to Quan Suhuan. As for Ning Baiyi, he pretended not to see him.

Lu Zhengkang looks up at the sky.

It's a long winter.

……

In the middle of the night, the swordsman was walking in the village.

He walked gracefully and lightly, as if he were walking in a garden, rather than a bandit's den.

Chopping the dragon is like the clear light of a river, dancing gently.

In the last quarter of the moon, standing on the cliff, you can vaguely see the silent black shadow of the village in the distance. The mountain forest is dead, and the cold wind has reaped all the life that loves to cry. Now only ice and snow is the biggest language, and its whisper is not good.

Every winter, there are some people who can not survive, and their lives disappear silently.

Mo Yun's eyes were glumly staring at the field, and he suddenly blocked the sword.

Ding -

a silent iron dart was opened and rotated, reflecting the blue light. It fell into the cliff and disappeared.

The swordsman whispered, "so anxious to die?"

Behind him stood a man in cloth clothes, his eyes were fierce and his teeth were gnashing. "You killed all the brothers in the stockade. Tonight, I will die with you!"

"You're too late. It's a waste of my time, but fortunately, the moonlight is very pleasing to me."

Mo Yun looked back at each other's familiar face, and his face was clearly visible in the moonlight.

"It's you! You're not dead! "

"Unexpected? That's right. " The swordsman smiles and his eyes are cold. "That's why you are defeated."The man dressed up by the farmer was one of the bandits who attacked Mo Yun behind his back that day.

"Good! Today is just to kill you again! What's so hard. " With that, he took out a medicine bottle from his waist, opened the cork and waved it to Mo Yun.

A large amount of poison powder spilled, such as a thick cloud, Mo Yun sighed: "the method of poisoning is so bad. What a pity! These are good poisons

He passed through the poisonous fog and was facing a pair of red palms. The heat was like a brand iron.

"Fu Long Tan bone forging boxing? The fire is not bad! "

His comments are so light and condescending that his opponents are extremely angry.

The bandits couldn't hit him at all, just like the rest of the bandits.

This was a battle without suspense. It should have been a battle without suspense when we first came to suppress the bandits.

It's a pity that I got three stabs in the back.

An unnecessary humiliation, an unnecessary injury.

This humiliation, Mo Yun want to let them really feel!

The moon is not dim.

Numb bandits, panting, standing in place.

The sword gently pierced his chest.

He fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and his blood soaked the ground.

What a lonely peak. The rocks are rugged. Now there is a river, a blood river.

One hundred and thirty-four, no less than half.

They are the fountains of blood, falling everywhere.

These flowing, dried up Yin Hong liquid, sliding down the mountain, washed away the sin and humiliation.

The mountain cries blood, the swordsman is silent.

Mo Yun finds his belongings.

Can Jian, jade Qin, token.

In addition, some gold and silver were found.

He rubbed the object in his hand. "Welcome home."

……

Lu Zhengkang takes Mo Yun to leave Quanfu.

"Where are we going?"

"No, it should be. Where do you want to go?"

The swordsman asked the monk, "what's the difference?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you can't bear the way ahead."

"There's nothing that scares me."

"That's good."

Little Shami is shining all over, growing up, with a pair of prosperous and beautiful jade white antlers on his forehead. His black hair is in a bun, and his face is solemn and kind. What a living Bodhisattva!

Mo Yun was silent for a long time.

"I must be dreaming..."

"Let's go. Don't be stunned."

"Where to?"

"Kunlun."