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Lingshan sect, cangjian Pavilion, Wanjianshan, wanjiangu.

When Tong'an city is a scene of terror, the Lingshan sect is peaceful and peaceful.

Just before dawn, birds sing deep in wanjian mountain, and a lonely figure is ushered in the huge and smooth Canyon channel. Standing under the cliff, he looks like a small insect standing in front of the towering mountain, looking up at the silent and majestic pass.

In addition to the task, the elder martial brother will come to wanjian mountain every day, and then walk into the wanjian valley.

When he came to wanjiangu, the elder brother glanced at the wanjianyou dragon, which was slowly swimming in the valley, and then went to the place of Jianzhong cemetery under the Youlong.

The elder martial brother took his hand out of his sleeve. He held a small white flower in his hand and gently placed it in front of Jiang Lingbo's Tomb of the twelve tombs of Lingtian thirteen swords.

The elder martial brother sat by the grave in silence and looked at the dense grave. He took out a wine bottle and a wine cup from his arms. He poured a glass and sprinkled it on the ground.

A part of the wine flowed into a depression in a stone trough in front of the grave, forming a wine tank the size of a nail plate, and some of the wine that was spilled would flow into it. After a while, a little beetle came out of the rock.

This beetle is very familiar to climb to this small wine tank, after the tentacles on the head gently touch, bow to drink the wine inside.

The elder martial brother laughed and said softly, "drink, drink! You used to love drinking I like to drink this kind of light fruit wine best. It's a great wine for you, like the first time I saw you, like a cherry

"At that time You treat me as a little brother who doesn't know anything, and take care of me with my elder martial brother. You are very kind to me. I didn't know anything at that time. I'll treat whoever is good to me. "

With a sad smile, the elder martial brother said in a low voice: "the martial uncles and uncles are very kind to me They treat you It's also good. "

The elder master raised his head, his eyes blurred, as if recalling the past extraordinary years.

In that picture, on the top of wanjian mountain, the ancestral hall of Lingshan sect, there is a woman with two dimples who smiles back and smiles at him: "fool, what are you doing in a daze? Come on

The elder martial brother of the green age came forward stupidly and stood side by side with his martial uncle and elder martial sisters. At that time, the sky was full of rosy clouds. The younger martial uncle, the head of Lingtian's thirteen swords, and the others watched the sun rising in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "the master of the pavilion is missing, and the masters are also disappearing one after another. We can't give up! I believe that the pavilion master will come back! We have fallen down, but we all stand up again! This time, we will get up again

Ling Tian's thirteen swords stood side by side. The elder martial brother stood at the end of the line. He nodded excitedly: "Hmm!"

"Listen to my orders!" he said in a deep voice

Others turned their heads and looked at the little master, but he said, "recite the commandments!"

They all said in a loud voice: "those who enter my sword pavilion are my brothers. In the morning, you can drink Lingshan mountain and water, and eat at night. The rules of the gate are twelve laws, and every one has no feelings. The song in front of the RI RI Tang is recorded in the heart of the court: "those who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors, kill them!"

"Those who are disloyal and unfilial, kill!"

"Kill those who forget righteousness for profit!"

"Those who betray the school, kill!"

"Troublemakers, kill!"

"Betrayer, kill!"

"Bully the weak, kill!"

"* women, kill!"

"Fear war, not the former, kill!"

"Those who escape from battle, kill!"

"Those who are greedy for meritorious service and dereliction of duty, kill them!"

"If you don't help me, kill me!"

Although there were only 13 people, their voices were clear and shocking. They scattered the morning glow and startled the morning birds. The young master said in a high voice: "Tibetan sword Pavilion disciple, pull out the sword!"

Lingtian's thirteen swords suddenly drew out their swords, and the light of swords surged on the top of wanjian mountain!

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed by, and the scene in the elder martial brother's mind suddenly changed. He suddenly recalled the last night.

That night, the rain, lightning and thunder, he ran crazy, just the day he left, his uncle and sister were attacked.

No one knows who the attacker is!

Lingtian's thirteen swords are short of one person, so they can't form a powerful array of Dharma to protect themselves. They have no choice but to fight by themselves. Finally Defeated and killed!

When the elder martial brother flew to the scene of the massacre, the bodies were all over the place. Although there were fierce fighting scenes and blood everywhere, the bodies of those killed by them were all taken away, and the rest were the bodies of young martial brothers who fell into the pool of blood.

"Elder martial sister, elder martial sister The elder martial brother hugged the smiling elder martial sister in his arms. He burst into tears. However, no matter how he cried, the smiling face would never bloom to him, a young man in love. She lay quietly in his arms, as if she had fallen asleep, but her body was cold, just like the wild night rain, just like his sad soul.At this time, the elder martial brother suddenly heard the news coming from a distance. He quickly wiped his tears and rushed to him. Only then did he find that the younger martial brother was dying in a pool of blood.

"Little master!" The elder martial brother felt the medicine bottle on his body in a hurry and tried to fill him with medicine, but he was held down by the younger martial uncle.

The younger martial uncle grabbed the elder martial brother's hand, struggling to put the Tibetan sword on his finger, which represents the identity of the master of the Tibetan sword Pavilion, into his hand. He kept spitting blood, struggling to hold the elder martial brother's hand, and said, "no, no revenge, promise, promise me, no, no revenge!"

The elder martial brother choked and held the saber of the younger martial uncle and the sword ring of the Tibetan sword Pavilion. His hands and hands were full of blood. He nodded his head and said, "it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left!"

The little teacher shook his head: "you are useless. They set a ban here, not only forbid the devil, but also the Yang God can not get out of the body! We We lost well They They know us well! You, you In the future, cangjian Pavilion You're the only one left. "

At this time, the younger martial uncle was shining back. He grabbed the elder martial brother's hand and struggled to cough up blood. He said, "Tibetan sword Pavilion It's up to you! "

Master brother sobbed and nodded.

The younger martial uncle's hands were clinging to the elder martial brother's hand. He said in a trembling voice: "you, please recite the commandment to me again Listen... "

The elder martial brother cried and sobbed: "those who enter my sword pavilion are my brothers. In the morning, you can drink Lingshan mountain and water, and eat at night. The rules of the gate are twelve laws, and every one has no feelings. In front of the RI RI Tang, chao chao chao's mind says: "listening to the commandments that he has to hear every day, it seems that he has returned to the time when chaotianque was still leading them. In the most glorious period of the Tibetan sword Pavilion, thousands of disciples chanted the commandments in front of the commandment hall, and the voice rocked the sky.

At that time, he stood at the end of the line, just like the elder martial brother, looking at the majestic Chaotian que standing in front of the commandment hall with admiration.

But later, the man became him, and the number of people in the Tibetan sword Pavilion decreased sharply.

"Those who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors, kill them!"

"Disloyalty..."

The master brother was sobbing and recited. Before he finished reciting, his hand fell down. His face was smiling, as if he remembered the good memories of the past.

In the rain at night, a young man holding the corpse of the same door raised his head in a sea of blood and cried bitterly.

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The elder martial brother sat quietly in front of the grave and gradually recovered from his memory. He looked miserable and said slowly, "little martial uncle I know, what killed you It must be from Lingshan school. They know where we are. Someone must have betrayed us! But all these years I haven't found out who Ambush you

"And I I'm sorry for you. Tibetan sword Pavilion I'm afraid it won't work! I I can't hold on to it. Now the Tibetan sword Pavilion is like a rootless tree and a water without a source. I can't see a ray of life at all. "

The elder martial brother's eyes were slightly red. He looked low and did not look strong in front of others.

At this time, a cry came from the outside of wanjiangu: "elder martial brother, are you inside?"

The elder brother immediately wiped the corner of his eyes, took a deep breath, and regained his firmness and calmness. He said in a deep voice, "what's the matter?"

Qiu chujuan walked in quickly. His face was overjoyed and said, "senior brother, they are back!"

The elder martial brother was stunned: "who?"

Qiu Chu prisoner said, "Li Chengfeng and them! They are back! "

Elder martial brother a Leng, immediately way: "come back a few?"

Prisoner Qiu Chu said, "all of them have come back. There are a lot of them."

As soon as his voice fell, the elder martial brother disappeared in his place and rushed out.

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