It hurts.

It's not a hand ache, it's a soft place in my heart, and it hurts.

This red-shirted body moves, faster than the wind, from the flower bush incense house, through the secret passage stone room, but a few breaths.

People have passed, flowers have fallen.

The red shirt was already sitting on the throne, and when he stared at it, the hall was full of blood.

Yang Lianting's headless corpse was still warm, he gently touched Yang Lianting's cheek, he didn't have to look up, he knew in his heart that a guard was secretly hiding behind the stone pillar and escaped to death.

The guard pretended to be a dead body, as if he had been frightened, and was now muttering to himself:

"It's Su Suliu, such a powerful sword, such a fast knife."

"Suru!?"

The man in the red shirt hooked his lips and raised his eyebrows, smiled evilly, and his slender fingers gently covered Yang Lianting's angry eyes, and he got up suddenly, and the red shirt danced wildly without wind.

A viscous fanaticism was almost like a murderous aura that overturned the roof of the temple and soared into the sky.

People have fallen from one place to another, and no one has to sweep them.

The corpses are all over the hall, and the lover's blood is inexhaustible.

Shangguan Yun was guarding outside the door, of course, he didn't really kill the old and young of the Jia Bu family, but he was ordered by the Holy Aunt to stay outside the door to answer Su Liu. He was anxious in his heart, only to hear a loud roar in the hall, the curtain rolled suddenly, he was happy in his heart, thinking that Su had stayed, and wanted to come forward to congratulate a few words, but only saw a flash of red shadow, Shangguan Yun's heart was shocked, his heart was changed, and he was about to retreat, but the next moment he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Because a dead man will no longer feel it, there is a small red spot on his eyes, eyebrows, left and right temples, and five important points under his nose, just like pinholes, and there is a slight blood oozing.

The red shirt didn't seem to even lift his hand, at this time he raised his hand, gently stroked his eyebrows, and looked at the waning moon. The thick red lips trembled slightly, and he whispered softly:

"Brother Lian, kill them all, okay?"

As soon as the red clothes came out, blood flowed all over the world and came to bury my heart

The top of Huashan Mountain.

Thinking about the lonely moon on the cliff.

One person drank heavily and sang to the moon.

"Senior brother, if you drink with Tian Boguang, your father will let you retreat in Siguo Cliff, and he also has high hopes for you. Don't blame my father, don't slack off, listen to me, but practice your sword well! ”

He heard the crisp voice of the little junior sister on the path below the cliff, and touched the new clothes that the little junior sister secretly sewed for himself late at night, although the stitches were disordered and oblique, but he felt that this cold moon was no longer so cold, smiled, and circled his hands. said to the cheerful and agile voice under the cliff: "Lingshan, can I call you Lingshan?" Lingshan is a good girl! ”

The agile figure on the path under the cliff was shocked, and she turned red in the moonlight, and she stomped her feet and said, "It's up to you!" Daddy has been in retreat for a long time. Senior brother, you have to fight for yourself, well, you must defeat that Uncle Su Liusu of the Taishan faction at the next Wuyue Conference! Otherwise, I'll ignore you. ”

The little sister sang a cheerful song, carefree, jumped off the cliff one by one.

"Lingshan."

The man thought of the name. I just felt that my heart was very warm, and I looked up and cooed. The wine in his hand was drunk in an instant.

He casually threw away the wine jug, his right hand was pressed on his waist, and there was an extra sword in his hand, and the swordsmanship slowly unfolded. If there is Su stayed, when you can find that this person's swordsmanship has a unique atmosphere, the sword momentum is developed, first can break the Huashan sword, and then can break the Taishan sword, and then break the Songshan sword, and finally several swords, such as antelope hanging horns, there is no trace to follow, and suddenly broke the second sword technique of Hengshan dense defense.

The sword under the lonely moon is light and cold, but no one knows about the empty valley.

He finished using this sword technique, and said to himself: "Master said that this sword move is not as powerful as the internal strength of the Qi Sect, and the martial arts must also have abundant internal strength to lay the foundation, I first practiced Zixia Gong, and then learned the moves on the cliff, but how do I feel that something is faintly wrong." ”

"Brother Ruosu is here, so he thinks the same way, right?"

He held the sword, as if he thought of someone interesting, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, the originally not very handsome face suddenly had an indescribable charm, he said to the secluded empty valley: "Linghu Chong has broken the Wuyue sword technique here!" ”

"Linghu Chong is going to defeat Brother Su and marry Senior Sister Lingshan!"

The hollow valley is secluded, no one answers, and the echo is never loud.

He suddenly heard an old voice behind him sighing: "What a natural sword bone, it can also be built." ”

Fuzhou City, the old residence of the Lin family.

Night, cool night.

A black-haired and purple-clothed boy sat in front of the lamp.

The candlelight jumped and lit a fire, and it was the robe that burned.

He had already remembered the contents of the robe clearly, and he had been practicing for some time.

At this time, his face was pale, like a reaction to the time after losing too much blood, and like a kind of transcendent indifference, no longer happy or sad, as if there was nothing in this world that could make him move half a minute again.

The night is cool, and the wind is also cool.

The cool breeze swept in, and the candle flame was crushed to a small size, and finally it was extinguished, and only the brilliant red robe was still burning with embers.

He had a long sword in his hand. At the same time as the candlelight went out, a purple shadow bounced up, swept out of the window and landed in the courtyard, the movement was so fast that it was almost invisible, and the sword was faster like a ghost.

The sword light is cooler than the moon.

In this way, he slashed one sword after another, faster and faster, the sound of the sword roared endlessly, and the fallen leaves on the ground flew up whirlly, and were also crushed by the pervasive sword light like moonlight.

The young man looked at the moon, his black hair was also dancing wildly, and his eyes were colder than the sword light.

"Ten years is too long, I can't wait."

He muttered, "Master Su, I've practiced swords." ”

Heng Mountain, see the peak of sex.

Night, starry night, starry night and full moon.

The innocent little nun, with her hands on her cheeks, sat on the windowsill on her knees, looking at the night sky outside the window, her face was as bright as the moonlight. The little girl in the green shirt beside her, who looked cute but pretended to be sad, sat in the same position.

The backs of the two people, one big and one small, look like a quiet and distant harmony under the moon.

Qu Feiyan, the little girl in the green shirt, was quiet for a while, and then said, "Sister Yilin, where is the eldest brother now. ”

Yi Lin's eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, and she said, "I don't know either." ”

Qu Feiyan seemed to have a lot on his mind, and suddenly sighed like an adult, and said: "Brother Dao Chang is like the great hero Qiao Feng, and my sister is Ah Zhu, eh, no, no, my sister doesn't have long hair, otherwise it should be better-looking, well, it must be more beautiful than Ah Zhu." ”

"Huh!?"

Yi Lin's heart is pure, where can Qu Feiyan have so many thoughts like a ghost elf, and suddenly her face is cloudy, and she said in a low voice: "Miss Qu, you are talking nonsense again, Uncle Su is not Qiao Daxia, and I am not Azhu, I am a monk, and the four are empty, how can I care about the appearance of the skin." ”

As she spoke, a meteor dragged a long tail in the empty and silent sky, flickering across the sky.

"Look, it's a shooting star, sister, make a wish." Qu Feiyan's eyes lit up, and he put his snow-white hands together and began to make a wish.

When she turned her head, she found that Yilin was looking up at the falling meteor, still looking at it stupidly, as if she was praying for Buddha.

Qu Feiyan said: "Sister, why are you in a daze and don't make a wish, grandpa told me that making a wish like this is really spiritual." ”

Yi Lin said abruptly, "Really? So what did you wish? ”

Qu Feiyan tilted his head and thought for a while before pouting: "I, I want to ask Brother Dao Chang to teach me great martial arts, and protect my grandfather well in the future." What about you? ”

Yi Lin lowered her head and said sullenly: "I thought of thousands and hundreds of wishes, but there was only this one sentence, but the meteor fell too fast to say it." ”

She thought to herself, "I really hope to see Uncle Su again." (To be continued......)

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