This is a true kendo formula, which suddenly appeared in his mind at this time, and the voice that taught Xu Lin this exercise was a little old, a little low, and a little tired.

This is no longer Old Man Zhao's usual bitter tone, nor is it his usual mocking tone, but it seems to be a kind of frustrated helplessness.

"Senior, run away!" Xu Lin in silence, his face was still ugly, and after he thought about it repeatedly, he finally came out with a thought: "Senior, run away!"

The voice in his head was gone, as if it had never appeared, but after a short silence, there was a low laugh from Old Man Zhao.

This voice was inherently gloomy, but Xu Lin, who heard this voice, actually had a bad premonition in his heart.

"You can escape, if one day in the future, you can face the demon lord head-on, at that time, you can escape!"

Xu Lin frowned, but the old man Zhao still said in a low voice: "Leaving the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood is a reason, but it is also an additional choice, but it can also be said to be an escape." ”

"Senior......" Xu Lin wanted to say, but was coldly interrupted by Old Man Zhao: "But I have no way out!"

The tranquility on Mochizuki Peak is unusual, when the wind blows, the fallen leaves float, and the peach blossoms fly, the scenery still gives people a peaceful and pleasant beauty.

Xu Lin followed Ming Ru back to her room, and here, Xu Lin fell asleep very deeply, Ming Ru stayed by his side, looking at his bandages, but there was a touch of softness in his cold eyes.

Xu Lin had a dream, and the dream seemed to travel through time, which was something that happened for a very long time.

Xu Lin saw that he was practicing the sword in his dream, and the figure beside him was lying around, Xu Lin couldn't see his appearance clearly.

When Xu Lin tried hard to get close to this figure, the dream suddenly shattered.

When he opened his eyes, Xu Lin found himself lying on the bed, but he didn't see Mingru's figure.

I sat up hard, and there was an abnormal pain in my abdomen and ribs. Xu Lin gritted his teeth, reluctantly got out of bed and opened the window, but the wind of the night came, and it was slightly cool.

There were no stars in the night sky, and even the cold moon was hidden in the black clouds, looming.

Thinking back to Old Man Zhao's words, Xu Lin's heart hurt again.

A person who he was extremely wary of before, but he has been helping himself.

The rickety figure, and a face that was scarred by the years, at this moment, Xu Lin couldn't even remember his face.

"You can escape!" This is what the old man Zhao said to him, there is no sarcasm and sarcasm, this old man who is full of vicissitudes of life has always had expectations for himself.

Fight against the Demon Lord and restore the original glory of the Sword Sect!

Xu Lin showed a wry smile, this expectation is really heavy enough.

Thinking back to what Old Man Zhao said to him, thinking of the pride in that tone, Xu Lin's state of mind was very complicated at this time, this feeling of being cared for and pinned on with hope was really not so good.

"You have a changeable temperament, you can have the determination to be cruel to yourself, you have a heart of revenge, and you don't have so much affection for this world, then this is an obsession in hatred, it can be an ordinary heart sword, a double blade, for you and the enemy, it is a sharp blade to seal the throat, and blood can be seen. ”

This kind of evaluation is really different, Xu Lin touched his stomach with a faint pain, and then thought about Old Man Zhao's next words.

Thousands of years ago, there were two outstanding disciples in the Sword Washing Pavilion, one was the demon lord who rose in the grass, and the other was Huo Tianhua from the family, which was later Xuanyu Zhenren.

It's a very cliché story, at least in Xu Lin's opinion.

Xuan Yu Zhenren does things safely, everything follows the rules and dogma, but what about the demon lord, but he is a completely opposite person, he is a person who jumps out, does not stick to any rules, and regards the rules and regulations of the world as superfluous, even if it is the sky, he is not in his eyes, he is an extremely proud and willful person.

Xuanyu Zhenren doesn't like the demon lord, and the demon lord also hates Xuanyu Zhenren, but these two fellow disciples who are like enemies are in love with a woman at the same time, Lin Yanran, a strange woman with a smile on the rain.

Even a very demanding and picky person like Old Man Zhao has great respect for this woman, because she made the decision to decide the fate of the entire common people, and designed to block the demon master.

Lin Yanran is in love with the demon lord, but the demon lord defected to the Sword Washing Pavilion, and Lin Yanran's master, seeing that he still has inseparable feelings for the demon lord who ran away, so he ruthlessly married him to Xuanyu Zhenren, but unfortunately, this is not a correct decision after all.

When the Demon Lord founded the Demon Sect, when the Demon Lord traveled all over the Central Plains, when the Demon Lord pacified a force and another gate, and when the Demon Lord swung his sword and was about to have a final battle with the Sword Washing Pavilion, Lin Yanran appeared. Although in the end, it was still impossible to reverse the fate of the destruction of the Sword Washing Pavilion, but the demon lord was still sealed, which also paved the way in advance for the later colleagues of the main gate to drive the demon sect out of the Central Plains.

After Lin Yanran's self-determination, Xuanyu Zhenren has been silent in pain, for the past, for Lin Yanran's decision, he has never been able to let go, so he did not break through the realm of gods, and died of old age in Kunlun.

A sword trick, a sword, and a yellow-character porch filled with sword intent, this is the only thing left by Xuanyu Zhenren.

So Old Man Zhao hated, he hated the demon lord, and he also hated the decadence of his master, if he could stand up and get out of the emotional predicament back then, maybe the Sword Washing Pavilion would rise again, but he didn't. So after Xuanyu Zhenren passed away, Old Man Zhao didn't even set up a stone tablet for him, but just dropped a sentence: "Useless!" After that, he never came again.

Now, Old Man Zhao's last words also made Xu Lin suddenly feel a little relieved, he had no way out, that is, his life had come to an end.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth every four hundred years in the god transformation period is already approaching for Old Man Zhao, and he has been hiding in Kunlun for many years, and he no longer wants to hide. And this time the threshold of the Heavenly Tribulation is too high, and he can't cross it after all, so he has made a decision, he wants to use the sword in his hand, or the sword of Xuan Yu Zhenren, and the demon lord once again A male and female, the bet is his own life.

Close the window, there is still the fragrance of peach blossoms in the room, Xu Lin slowly returned to the bed, then lay down, closed his eyes, Xu Lin hopes that he can learn to forget jì, forget jì many people and things, forget jì a lot of memories that he does not want to recall, and those emotions that make his heart move, then dream again.

The gray sky separates light from darkness, there is no cold wind here, there is no scorching sun, there is only a gray color.

Looking at the dilapidated scene around him, looking at the once magnificent temple, which has been swallowed up by the years at this time, leaving only pieces of broken bricks and tiles, and dry bones all over the ground, those who were once alive are lying here.

Old man Zhao's eyes seemed to be a little dazed, and there was a hint of the old man's inherent old age. The Holy Land of the Washing Sword Pavilion, the Holy Land of Cultivation that was once admired by the world, has no trace of vitality now, but standing here, he is already the only remaining monk in the Washing Sword Pavilion.

The figure of the demon lord stood in the air not far away, and at this time he looked at the two people in front of him, one looked like a wolf, and panting, his eyes were fixed on his body, it was completely caused by fear, the demon lord was very used to such a demeanor and expression, so he was not much interested.

On the contrary, that old man Zhao is the fruit that the demon lord wants to eat the most now, because he has already smelled the tempting aroma, and I believe that when he takes a bite, the juice in the fruit must be unusually sweet.

The demon lord liked the expression on Old Man Zhao's face very much, and could even understand the sadness in his state of mind, this is his home, or rather, he has always regarded this place as his final destination, so Langya Secret Realm is the best dining table. Therefore, the demon lord chose here, and because all the places in the Langya Secret Realm were completely under his control at this time, and no one would disturb his eating.

Stretching out his withered hand, Old Man Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then bent down again, and helped up a broken plaque on the ground, looking at the gilt font on it, feeling a trace of sword intent still rippling on the plaque, Old Man Zhao's chest, after a sudden rise and fall, threw the brand back to the ground.

"Yesterday's events are a thing of the past, and today's time is a cloud of smoke. Raising his gaze, two points of essence light fell on the demon lord's body, and the old man Zhao said again: "The master passed on what I have learned all my life, so for a lifetime, the old man is just a servant after all." ”

"Don't you hate that Huo Tianhua?" said the demon lord in a steady voice, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Old man Zhao stepped out, just stepped on the plaque that he had just lost, and replied with a calm face: "So what?"