Chapter 250

Of course, Liu shisui is a man who talks a lot. Otherwise, how could Jing Jiu think of him when he met the young monk of Guocheng Temple who practices closed mouth meditation.

Of course, his nagging degree is not as exaggerated as today.

Over the past ten years, he has borne too many responsibilities and secrets. He is worried that he might slip his tongue, because of pressure, and because he wants to play a demon disciple in a bleak situation. His words are getting less and less, and he is going to be crazy.

Until today, Jingjiu's bracelet has become a sword to open the way for him. Countless green mountains fly swords to the West Sea. Finally, he doesn't have to play that role anymore. He wants to say all the things he hasn't said in the past ten years.

The cave was very quiet. There was no sound for a long time. Xiao he held him and gently stroked his back.

At the age of ten, Liu was moved and nervous. He didn't know where to put his hands. He was frozen in the air, and his face became more and more red.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any more and said in a trembling voice, "I... I'm thirsty."

Xiao He left his body, looked at him, smiled and said, "can you say so much without thirst?"

Liu was ten years old and didn't dare to look at her. He drank all the spring water in the teacup, and then asked, "how do you feel now?"

With the help of pill and meditation during this period, his injury is better. The key is that Jianyuan has recovered a lot and should be able to control the sword.

Xiao He felt his body and confirmed that the injury had not improved significantly, but he should be able to move freely and nodded.

When Liu was ten years old, he helped her to the cliff and said, "just now when I said that childe and Zhao Layue had many secrets, did you bother me very much?"

Xiao He thought you know.

Liu shisui said, "in fact, I also have a secret."

Xiao He thought he would come back?

"But the secret is mine, so I can tell you."

When Liu was ten years old, he took her to the nearby woods and whistled.

The flying sword listened to the sound and returned to him. The tip of the sword trembled and looked back from time to time.

When Liu was ten years old, he went to the slightly raised ground in the forest and grabbed it with his right hand. The soil broke through the air and revealed a sword inside.

The sword has a long and slender body and a cold and faint breath. You can see that it is by no means ordinary.

Chuzi sword.

In the Chaoge night palace, this sword was given to Zhao Layue by jinmingcheng on behalf of the emperor. In Guihua City, she gave Liu ten years old.

In a sense, Luo Huainan died under this sword.

Over the years, Xi wangsun and many people have been looking for the whereabouts of the sword, but there has been no result.

Because Liu had never used this sword when he was ten years old.

Looking at the sword, Xiao He was surprised.

One of the most important tasks that Xi wangsun had assigned her was to find the sword.

Who could have thought that Liu shisui hid his chuzi sword in the mountains hundreds of miles away from Haizhou city.

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When Liu was ten years old, he took chuzi sword out of the soil, wiped it with his sleeve and inserted it around his waist.

The bright sword trembled slightly and kept flying around his body. It seemed that he wanted to cut it down and try the hardness of chuzi sword.

Liu ten years old hurriedly stopped, holding Xiaohe's hand, ready to step on the flying sword and stay away.

At this time, a sigh rang out in his mind.

He also heard a sigh when he fled Haizhou city and ran with his sword in the sky.

The sigh was full of emotion, and there was some slight disappointment and regret.

There is also emotion in this sigh, but disappointment and regret have become satisfaction and comfort.

No matter what kind of sigh means, it is the sigh of the Western King and grandson.

When Liu was ten years old, his expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation, he took out the chuzi sword around his waist and pulled out a sword flower in front of him.

The little sword also felt great danger. The head of the sword was slightly raised, so it was going to break through the air and fly away.

Click!

A flash of lightning suddenly rang out in the blue cloudless sky.

Thunder fell on the cliff.

A loud bang.

Riprap splashed between the cliffs.

Liu and Xiao He fell to the ground at the age of ten, covered with blood.

A figure fell from the sky.

He wore bright yellow clothes, bead curtains covered his face, quiet eyes and unfathomable breath, like an emperor.

Xi wangsun.

Chu Zijian had left Liu's ten year old hand, and with a whoosh, he stabbed Xi wangsun's face.

The bead curtain swings gently.

West Wang sun stretched out his right hand.

it ' s a piece of cake.

He grabbed chuzi sword.

Chu Zijian struggled for a moment and soon returned to calm.

Xiwangsun took a look at the sky in front of the syncline.

The little sword was hidden behind the rock and seemed to be preparing for a sneak attack.

Sensing the eyes of Xi wangsun, Xiaojian flew directly behind the mountain without hesitation and disappeared in an instant.

"Run so fast, good sword." Xi wangsun exclaimed, knowing that even if he wanted to take over the sword, it would take a long time, and he had no idea of regeneration. He looked at Liu ten years old, with some disappointment and appreciation in his eyes“ I didn't expect that I would be cheated by you children. "“ Why are you here? " Liu shisui said pale. His heart was full of shock and confusion. It was impossible for him to come. The strongmen of the righteous sect are besieging Yuntai. The secret of Bu Laolin will soon be known all over the world. As the leader of Bu Laolin, Xi wangsun doesn't meet the enemy there, but comes to kill himself? Even if what he did was the mutiny that Bu Laolin hated most, is it more important to kill himself than to keep Bu Laolin“ Obviously, this is a game you have prepared for many years. Even if I stay in Yuntai, what else can I do? " Looking at Liu's ten-year-old look, Xi wangsun knew what he was thinking and said calmly, "since that's the case, why should I stay there and wait for death?" Liu shisui said, "what you should do is to run away. Why did you come after me?"“ Of course it's very important to kill you, but I follow you for other reasons. " Xi wangsun looked at the chuzi sword in his hand with deep eyes. Just a drop of blood essence, this will be his sword. The destruction of Yuntai is indeed an unbearable price for Lao Lin, but it is also a compensation to recover the chuzi sword - this is the real inheritance of the South China Sea. With this sword, he may break through the state he has stagnated for many years. What's the fear of senior brothers, or those old guys of Qingshan and Zhongzhou school“ Just for this sword? The people in Yuntai are your most loyal subordinates. Don't you care at all? Is the life and death of those people not as important as a sword? " Liu was ten years old and inexplicably angry. The Western king sun looked back at him and said, "no, Lao Lin is a knife. What matters is that the hand holding the knife is always important." Yuntai is destroyed. The assassins and their subordinates died. As long as he is still alive and those who hide in the deepest place are still alive, the old forest will exist forever. What's more, no matter how powerful Liu was at the age of ten, he still couldn't find those real knives after all. When Liu was ten years old, he understood what he meant and his face became more pale“ Those who will die today are knives, but you are not. " Xi wangsun looked at him and said with emotion, "the real person appreciates you very much, so do I. I had hoped you could become the next hand holding a knife." Liu shisui said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."“ No, you killed Luo Huainan in order to win my trust. This means is not a peerless hero. I can only appreciate you and never be disappointed. " Xi wangsun said, "it's a pity that I have to kill you today, because I always have to tell someone." A sigh suddenly sounded from the cliff. An old scholar from Maozhai came out, looked at Xi wangsun and said, "I'm just a knife." Xi wangsun looked at him and was surprised. After a moment of silence, he said, "Mr. Yan is certainly not a knife. You are a pen." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.