Sealing Sword

A year later, Helian Jue died.

His death is not a surprise, after all, this man is very old, and the serious illnesses and wounds left by him have also broken out in the past two years, not to mention that before this, his proud eldest son, He Lianqi, was buried for some reason The people from Soul Palace caught him, and before Helian's family offered a condition to redeem him, the other party sent two big boxes.

Inside the first box were neatly stacked slices of meat, each of which was almost the same size, and the blackened blood clotted on the meat, like blood paste; the hands, feet and head were placed in the second box, Hell When Lian Jue opened it with his own hands, he happened to meet He Lianqi's terrified face and eyes that were dying.

The pain of bereavement caused the old man to suffer a strong blow. After he fell down, he was bedridden. Only He Lianzhao was left in the once prosperous Helian family.

After all these years, he is still a dandy who only knows how to get angry, or in a place like Helian's house where even the roots are rotten, what kind of good birds can be raised?Mu Yan'an pretended to help him resist foreign enemies and straighten out the housework. In fact, he was familiar with the Helian family's business dealings and assets, picked out some people who were still useful, and formed his own power.

That night, the moon and the stars were sparse, Mu Yan'an seemed to have turned into a ghost and walked through the night to Helian Jue's room.

He Lianjue was furious, and now he was paralyzed on the bed, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, his fingers flexed and stretched uncontrollably, such an ugly appearance always made Mu Yan'an happy.

He crossed his legs, tapped his fingers on the table, and said: "The letter from the Patriarch is really tearful, sincere and touching. I didn't expect a martial artist to have such a literary talent. I really admire it."

Hearing this, He Lianjue's eyes widened, and his trembling hand pointed at Mu Yan'an, but halfway through, he couldn't help but hang down.

That letter... Before he fell, he had only written one letter.

Now that there are numerous internal and external troubles in Helian's family, Helianjue knew that the building would be irreparable, so he let Helianqi, whom he had placed high hopes on, leave secretly, and took his handwritten letter to the Central Plains to join Mu Qingshang.

Poyunjian has debuted for many years, and has never promised anything.Judging from the kindness of the past, Mu Qingshang will definitely save Helian Qi's life and save the innocent child of the head of Helian's family, so he finally left incense.

He couldn't figure it out, it was obviously such a secret and thoughtful arrangement, it was obvious that He Lianqi's martial arts was strong and thoughtful...why, he fell into the hands of Burying Soul Palace?

Until now.

Seeing the sickly flush on Helianjue's face, obviously extremely angry, Mu Yan'an became more and more happy, and took out the blood-stained letter with his fingers, and burned it to ashes little by little near the candle flame.

"Hate me? Unfortunately, the Patriarch hates the wrong person." He smiled softly, "I didn't kill him, and I wasn't the one who betrayed him to Burying Soul Palace."

He just "surrendered" to He Lianzhao after overhearing this incident.

He Lianzhao has been suppressed by He Lianqi for nearly 20 years. He is not like a younger brother, but like a slave who shouts and shouts. With his heart that is not much bigger than the tip of a needle, he has swallowed his anger these years but has no chance to fight back, but it is different now .

The Helian family relied on the support of the two brothers, he is no longer what it used to be, he wished he could sway in front of Helianqi three or four times a day, and raise his eyebrows fiercely, in order to fully express the success of the villain.

He was so jealous of He Lianjue's eccentricity, once he knew that at this moment of life and death, his father still chose to give He Lianqi his only way of life, what would he think?

After getting the news from Mu Yan'an, he broke everything in the house, and secretly asked someone to clean it up. Then, he promised countless beauties and wealth, and asked Mu Yan'an to quietly pass the news to Burying Soul Palace.

So that night, He Lianqi thought that he escaped secretly, but he broke into a trap that could never be recovered.

When Mu Yan'an was speaking, He Lianjue was panting rapidly, his face was getting redder and redder, his eyes were getting wider and wider, and there was a strange "clack" sound from his throat.

When he finished speaking the last word, that withered hand dropped heavily, his head tilted, and Helian Jue died.

Anger surged up, and the remaining internal force in the body hit the heart acupoint, but it was trapped in the blocked meridian, and finally the heart channel was broken inch by inch by the internal force that could not be vented.

Mu Yanan looked down at his corpse: "It's just that dead... So, it's so easy to kill you."

While speaking, there were already hurried footsteps outside the door, and someone was coming.

He was still standing quietly, the door was kicked open, He Lianzhao surrounded him with a few retainers who were good at martial arts, only a moment of sadness flashed across that extremely annoying face, and then It was replaced by madness and distortion. When pointing at him, I don't know if it was fear or something, but it kept shaking: "He, he killed my father and elder brother. He is a spy of Buried Soul Palace. Arrest him!"

Mu Yanan was not surprised at all.

Although he expressed "goodwill" to He Lianzhao after he came here, but in He Lianzhao's eyes, he has grown from a small bastard to a big bastard, and he is no different from a beast anyway.It's just because of his current martial arts status that He Lianzhao started to use his mind. Now, it's time to cook.

There must always be an explanation for the matter of fornicating in the Burial Soul Palace and assassinating He Lianqi. Mu Yanan is his favorite scapegoat. Now that He Lianjue is also dead, he is not slaughtered to appease the anger of the public. Is it to keep it for the New Year?

Mu Yan'an didn't argue, and let them take him down and throw him into the animal pen.

The Helian family was born outside the Fortress, and the family raised many ferocious beasts as pets. All of them grew up eating raw food, and they were as ferocious as wild animals. The traitor who had internal and external enemies would be thrown into it, and his flesh and bones would be fed to him. The ferocious beast of the Helian family is at least a kind of atonement.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Yan'an was smiling all the time, he was not afraid at all, when he passed by He Lianzhao, just a light look in his eyes made the latter shudder.

He was shackled like an animal and led all the way to the animal pen, but his eyes kept looking in the direction of the mountain gate.

Quiet, no movement.

In order to establish prestige, He Lianzhao sat on the high platform with all the people in the family who could speak, watched him being stripped of his coat and pushed into the animal pen, then opened the iron fence and released six tiger wolves.

These days, Helian's family was busy dealing with affairs. The six animals had been hungry for a long time, their paws were restlessly rubbing against the ground, they let out a low growl from their throats, and the disgusting saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths and slowly dispersed. , surrounded Mu Yanan in the middle.

The people outside couldn't help panting, it was a kind of excitement that trampled on human life and self-righteous superiority, as stupid as it was back then.

He was bitten by a dog when he was a child, and Mu Yan'an hated such beasts the most. His eyes were very cold, and he leaned against the iron gate. Hearing the shouting and arrogance from all directions, he was always indifferent. He just looked up at the sky.

There is still an hour before the moon crosses the sky.

Mu Yanan hooked the corners of his mouth, and the next moment, a hungry wolf couldn't hold back, and jumped towards him. The sound of the wind broke through the air, and Mu Yanan narrowed his eyes, almost smelling the disgusting animal smell. The smell, the Thousand Tribulations Kung Fu was running to the extreme in the body, the shackles that bound his hands and feet were broken by himself, and the moment he leaned back to avoid it, the fingers of his right hand became claws, pinched the wolf's throat, and his fingers broke through the fur and dug out five The blood hole, but the hand followed the trend, drawing all the way down from the blood hole, like cutting the most tender tofu.

After he stood still, blood was sprayed on his naked upper body, and his five fingers slowly moved away. The remaining pieces of meat and blood fell to the ground together, and at this moment, the wolf was held down by him from the neck. The belly was ripped open alive.

Everyone was in an uproar.

He left the gutted wolf corpse, stepped on the sticky blood, hooked his hands to the remaining five animals, and smiled like a ghost: "Come on."

The blood on his body was terrifying, and his smile was so gentle that it was ferocious. The five animals were frightened by the brutal killing, and did not act rashly for a long time, but in the end, the hunger overcame the fear, and they rushed forward together.

Since he followed Mu Qingshang when he was young, he has never encountered any danger between life and death. After returning to Helian's house, he pretended to be short-sighted, accepted the mission as a tool, and practiced "Thousand Tribulations" vigorously. It was he who tortured and killed others.

If the Helian family wanted to use him, they would be jealous of him. This kung fu can make a person stronger in a short period of time, but it is very easy to go crazy and die if his meridians are cut off.

Mu Yan'an has always been very careful. He presents himself at the level of the fourth level of beginners. He can raise his voice and go deep inside without being too fearful. Even in the face of Mu Qingshang, he didn't say anything. wind.

In fact, besides using the people captured by Helian's family to practice, he would also sneak out at night to torture wild beasts and people outside the mountains. He was already at the fifth level peak.

Fighting with the beast that night, he didn't use his excellent moves, but turned into another beast, fighting with the simplest fists and kicks.

He Lianzhao on the high platform thought that he was exhausted, but only he knew that he was just waiting.

Until the mid-heaven of the moon, the long night is windy and cold.

The originally quiet mountain suddenly gave out a sharp whistle, accompanied by a bang, the flames shot up into the sky, howling and crying carried blood and swept along with the wind, overwhelming the horror of the animal pen in an instant.

The assassins of Burial Soul Palace broke through the outer perimeter, sneaked into Helian's stronghold to open the checkpoints, cooperated with the inside and outside, and drove straight in.

He Lianzhao and the others were terrified, only Mu Yanan was still smiling.

"Too slow..." he thought.

Lifting off the tiger that was pressing on him, there were numerous scratches on his limbs, and even a piece of meat was bitten off his calf, but he didn't feel any pain, it was already numb.

He wiped the blood from his face, and looked at He Lianzhao from a distance.

Even though he was standing on a high place, He Lianzhao still had the feeling of being overlooked.

He finally figured out the key: "Yes, it's him! He's stalling for time, run!"

"Run? Where are you going?"

Numerous figures had already flashed on the high wall, all of them smelled of blood, bowed their bows and set arrows, aiming coldly at everyone on the stage.

Mu Yan'an tore open the fence with bare hands, picked up a piece of clothing from the dead man and put it on. He looked in a state of distress, but walked with ease like an emperor who was sure of victory.

He stepped onto the high platform step by step, pinched He Lianzhao's chin with bloody fingers, looked carefully for a while, and shook his head: "It's so ugly."

"You... ah!"

The short words suddenly turned into shrill screams, and the two fingers suddenly moved upwards, gouging He Lianzhao's eyeball alive.

The bloodshot eyeballs fell to the ground and were crushed by Mu Yanan's foot. He listened carefully, as if he was listening to this inaudible sound.

He Lianzhao fell at his feet, covered his face and twitched and screamed. Mu Yanan turned his head boredly, still looking in the direction of the mountain gate.

The fire was raging, but in the light of the flames, there was no shadow of the person he was waiting for.

He stuck out his tongue and carefully licked off the blood on his hands, his eyes were deep.

——Master, since you don't come, I won't wait.

nine,

It was three days before Mu Yanan saw Mu Qingshang again.

That fire has long since been extinguished, and the once-prosperous Lord Helian’s house has been annexed by the Palace of Burying Souls. Those who refused to submit were all beheaded and hung long strings on the big trees outside Mizong Ridge. Looking at it, it seems that these trees have become spirits, with twisted and terrifying human faces growing out.

Mu Yan'an changed into a long robe with dark lines on a black background, her face was pale and bloodless, and as she rubbed the silver mask with her fingers, the man sitting above said with great interest, "Are you not worried at all?"

The lord of the Palace of Buried Souls, the nephew of He Lianjue in the past, He Lianchen, is also Mu Yanan's real partner for the past year, and now the plan has come to fruition, and everyone is happy.

But Mu Yan'an knew very well that one mountain could not accommodate two tigers, and the other party would not let him be free for a long time, but right now he didn't know the other party's cards, and no one was willing to reveal the truth first.

What He Lianchen was talking about was Mu Qingshang who returned to Mizong Ridge at dusk today. That man was covered in blood and dust, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't look like the legendary Poyun Sword at all.He saw dense crowds of human heads outside the ridge, passed through the patrolling subordinates in the mountain, and went straight to the hometown of Helian's family, but he only saw ruins and unrecognizable corpses that were burned everywhere.

For such a drastic change in Mizong Ridge, the culprit can only be Burial Soul Palace.Mu Qingshang didn't even take a breath, and single-handedly killed the palace gate, as long as they handed over the lives of Helian's family, from dusk to midnight, they never retreated but advanced.

"Of course, that's my good master..." Mu Yanan sat up straight, "With those guys under your hands, it's easy to destroy the Helian family's trash. How can you not worry about Poyunjian? ?”

Helian stared at his face deeply: "Then, do you have a solution?"

"If he wants to live, we will give it to him." Mu Yan'an got up, "Give me the eight alive, and I will take them to Broken Soul Cliff... to meet my good master."

As the cold wind howled, Mu Yan'an pretended to be bound, and knelt on the Duanhun Cliff with the eight women and children. The children around him were trembling with fright, but unfortunately their tongues were all pulled out, and they couldn't speak a word.

When Mu Qingshang rushed up, the guards were overwhelmed by his murderous aura and couldn't help but backed away. Even the assassin who had ambushed almost appeared.

His eyes quickly swept across the kneeling people, and he let out a long sigh of relief after finding Mu Yan'an.

Mu Yan'an looked at him, his white clothes were stained with blood, sweat and dust, his usual high bun had long since come down, and when the wind picked him up, he revealed a bloodless face with bloodshot eyes. It was exhausting.

The hand holding the sword, the tiger's mouth has been cracked, but it is still held firmly.

Helian came out of the crowd, talking nonsense to him, but Mu Yanan didn't listen to a word, he only heard Mu Qingshang's cold voice: "I shouldn't have meddled in the internal affairs of the Helian family. , It’s just that the love of Patriarch Helian back then should be repaid today, and you can’t do this kind of favor with the Palace Master. Now, please hand him over to me, otherwise the Palace Master will have to leave his life behind.”

When there was a disagreement, they began to surround and kill. Mu Qingshang kept rushing towards this side, and finally arrived in front of Mu Yan'an.

He bled a lot, but he still stood still. He swung his sword to push away the ropes of the nine people. Just as he was about to turn around and say something to Mu Yanan, he was suddenly knocked away by a woman from the Helian family with teary eyes.

That's too late.

Mu Yan'an's sword pierced her chest from behind, blood and flesh splashed all over her hands, but still had enough strength to pass through Mu Qingshang's body.

For Mu Qingshang, who was at the end of his strength, this sword was like adding insult to injury.His straight legs finally knelt down on the ground, his right hand was supported by the sword, and his left hand fell into the dust, picking up a handful of sand and sand.

"You're late, Master." He squatted down and looked directly into Mu Qingshang's eyes, "What's the use of you coming at this hour?"

The remaining seven children were still young, they couldn't speak, their dusty faces were covered with tears, and they gathered around Mu Qingshang in fear.Mu Qingshang coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely stood up, and looked at him with flickering eyes: "Yan'an..."

"I burned He Lianzhao alive to ashes and sprinkled them everywhere here. Master, how do you feel when you step on his ashes?" Mu Yanan took a long sword in his hand, smiling gently, "Master , since you left, you shouldn't come back."

Mu Qingshang raised his hand to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, and said, "I'm back, so I will definitely take you away."

"Us?" Mu Yan'an pointed at herself and laughed loudly, "Master, do you think... I will go with you? I managed to take down the Helian family. Those powerful positions are within easy reach, and they are just around the corner. Why should I Want to go with you? As for them..."

After a pause, Mu Yan'an touched the seven children one by one, and said in a relaxed tone, "You can try to see if you can snatch them from me."

After saying that, he moved, raised the sword in his hand, and cut off a child's head. Mu Qingshang raised the sword to hold him back. The former master and apprentice finally turned to each other now.

One is for killing and the other is for protection. Mu Qingshang moved around in this square inch. Mu Qingshang had scruples, but Mu Yan'an let go. In the end, Mu Qingshang, who was already exhausted, finally let go of Poyun.

He hadn't lost a single game for many years, and now he lost to the apprentice he personally taught.

Seven small heads rolled down beside Mu Qingshang, and his whole body was trembling. It was a kind of shock and anger from the heart, which almost swallowed his whole body.

His fingers touched the still warm body, and he asked in a trembling voice: "...Why is this childish, why?"

Mu Yan'an leaned into his ear and whispered: "Master promised to protect the blood of Helian's family, so I'm not in any trouble, so...wouldn't it be nice to leave me alone?"

Mu Qingshang pushed him away, stood up, and staggered a few steps.

Looking at his back since she was a child, Mu Yan'an only felt that he was unattainable and unattainable. Now that he has finally pulled this person off the altar, she feels unspeakable joy and satisfaction in her chest, not even the long-awaited resentment. up.But when he held up Mu Qingshang's scarred hand and looked at his empty and dull eyes, all demeanor was destroyed in an instant, and the feeling of joy also settled into an indescribable complexity.

One sword breaks the clouds and opens the world, and one person is enough for thousands of years.

He won, the blue is better than the blue, he should be happy, but now he can't laugh anymore.

"Since you're here, don't leave...Master, stay and stay with me." Mu Yan'an said softly, "There's an ambush here, you can't get out, I...you are so kind to me, I don't I will hurt you again, if you stay, I will listen to you."

Mu Qingshang just looked at him without saying a word.

Mu Yanan thought this was excellent, he never thought of killing Mu Qingshang, there could be no one in the world, but Mu Yanan couldn't live without Mu Qingshang.Anyway, Master never blamed him, even if he made a mistake this time, there is still a long time to fill up the gap.

After a while, Mu Qingshang suddenly laughed.

It wasn't the first time Mu Yan'an saw him smile. This man was not only favored by time, but also had a unique smile. It's just that his smile was too embarrassing today, as pale and tired as an old man on the verge of death.

He was inexplicably uneasy: "Master, why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at myself, I did one thing wrong." Mu Qingshang shook his head, "Forget it, a mistake is a mistake, and talking too much is useless now. You have grown up, and you have accomplished both in scheming and martial arts. I... I don't care about you, just let it go."

Mu Yan'an clenched the sword in her hand, and her smile froze: "Master, are you going to expel me from the sect?"

"I said, it's my fault that I didn't teach you well." Mu Qingshang breathed out wearily, "Differences in ways don't conspire with each other, this time it's Helian's family matter, I have no right to comment on it, the way ahead...you Do it yourself and cherish it, but there is one more thing to say, if you don't leave room for others in your life, you won't leave room for yourself. I don't want to see the day when you are exhausted, let alone the day..."

"Clean the door by yourself, right?" Mu Yan'an laughed so hard that tears flowed, "Master, do you still remember what you promised me back then? Now, you say you want to clean the door? You think, kill me?" I?"

——"Master, are you very powerful?"

—— "It should be enough to protect you."

——"Then...will you protect me for the rest of your life?"

——"I can't tell, I can only guarantee...you will live before I die."

The words of the past were vivid in his ears, Mu Qingshang closed his eyes, his hand holding the sword tightened and then loosened, Mu Yanan dropped the shuriken, but held his hand, raised the Poyun and placed it around his neck .

"Master, I'll give you this chance." Mu Yan'an said with a smile, "You kill me now, it's over once and for all, I guarantee you can leave Mizong Ridge alive... just this one chance, if you miss it, it will be gone."

When he said this, he sneered in his heart, his eyes met Helian Shen Yaoyao, and the archer in the dark had quietly bent his bow and drawn the string.

Mu Yanan's words are half true and half false.

Now that Mu Qingshang wants his life, he will never resist, because this life was originally given by Mu Qingshang, and it is only natural for him to take it back;

But he will not let Mu Qingshang leave the Burying Soul Palace alive, and he will not tolerate others to be Mu Qingshang's apprentice after his death, and he must drag Mu Qingshang with him even in death.

His eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for Mu Qingshang's choice, putting his wealth and life on this hand.

Mu Qingshang finally moved, and the Poyun Sword was withdrawn, before he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the sword Qi like a rainbow, piercing the sky at dawn, and closing its throat towards his neck!

The smile on Mu Yanan's face disappeared at this moment, but the next moment, his eyes widened!

In an instant, more than a dozen arrows flew towards him, and Poyun suddenly turned back when there was no time to send, and swung away the arrows, but there were still two arrows catching the gap, one shot through Mu Qingshang's right shoulder, and the other shot through Mu Qingshang's right shoulder. Zhongmu Yanan's left leg.

He staggered and knelt down, but suddenly raised his head, a bloody white shadow flashed across his eyes at this moment, and the sword light rained down like rain, unexpectedly forcibly killing a bloody path.

No one dared to stop it.

He Lianchen helped him up, and smiled inexplicably: "You just let it go?"

"How could it be?" Mu Yan'an dug his fingers into the mud, he looked at his blood-stained dagger, his eyes were as dark as hell, "Since he didn't kill me, he is destined to come back with me."

What happened later was as Mu Yanan expected.

The Poyun sword master recommended by everyone in the past has become a mad criminal who is despised by the world. A golden order has stirred up a conflict between the foreign race and the great Chu. The singing and writing are excellent, and he has become the hero of "destroying relatives with righteousness".

He finally drove Mu Qingshang to a corner.

Mu Yanan was very happy that day, because almost all the people and things that Mu Qingshang put in his heart betrayed him,

From then on, Mu Qingshang had nothing but himself.

He can only go with him.

What's so good about being a hero?What is benevolence and righteousness?A person's life is only a few dozen years, so what do you care about so much?Life and death are seized, turning clouds and rain, killing whoever blocks the way, no one dares to say "no" to you, this is happiness!

Mu Yan'an had so many delusional thoughts in his heart, he walked towards Mu Qingshang with a smile, and saw that there was no way for him to retreat.

He saw that the eyes exposed outside the mask were stained with moisture, and he thought that Mu Qingshang would definitely go with him.

How can such a high-ranking person be willing to die?

But he didn't expect--

"Anything I do, I don't do it for anyone or for anything, just to make myself an upright person."

The voice was still in my ears, but the person had disappeared before Mu Yanan's eyes.

Below that high cliff is Wuzhuo cliff and a rushing river.

Mu Qingshang jumped down without looking back, Mu Yanan stretched out his hand at that moment, but failed to catch him, only grabbed Poyunjian.

The blade cut into flesh and blood, and his palm was dripping with blood, but he didn't seem to notice it, and struggled to climb to the edge of the cliff, watching that white shadow disappear into the vastness like a bird with broken wings.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed nothing, only the wind passed through his fingers.

Mu Yan'an was in a daze, he looked at the bottomless high cliff, his eyes seemed to swallow the darkness, obliterating all the light.

He didn't understand, not at all.

Countless people behind him cheered and shouted "Fuck the devil", and some people clamored to go down the mountain to search, and they must not let them go. Mu Yan'an was still lying on the edge of the cliff, holding the blood-stained Poyun sword in his hand. The blade seemed to grow together with the flesh and blood.

Mu Yan'an stared straight down, but unfortunately, she couldn't see anything except a vast expanse.

This high cliff has ten deaths and no life, not to mention that he suffered such a serious injury, even if he was lucky enough not to fall to pieces on the rocks, if he fell into the river, he would have fed his flesh and blood to the fish and shrimp.

But Mu Qingshang didn't deserve to die.

——No, Mu Qingshang jumped off the cliff by himself, so what does it have to do with me?

— But who forced him to do so?But he didn't deserve to die!

There were mixed and buzzing voices in his head, and he couldn't think clearly, so he could only look down in a daze.

Until the dawn dawns and the sun rises.

The sun rose in the sky, but his sun fell, and fell with that person.

ten,

Three years later, Helian Yu was walking on the mountain path wearing a silver mask, and he hung a string of bone wind chimes on the Poyun Sword on his back, which jingled when it was shaken.

Since that day, there is no more Mu Qingshang, nor Mu Yan'an in the world.

He turned back into Helian Yu again. He has grown into a man with a weak crown, and his stature has risen a lot. He changed into a white dress, tied his long hair high, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, it was not himself reflected in the mirror. It was the man who had been dead for three years.

It's a pity that when he took off his mask and revealed his coquettish and evil eyes, no matter how cold and extraordinary he was, he fell into the dust, which was so unharmonious to the point of irony.

"It's not like you no matter how you study, it's not fun." He shook his head helplessly and smashed the mirror.

Right now he was walking in front of him, suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes, and his face was lightened, and the spring breeze was blowing on his face, making him feel slightly chilly.

Qingyue's female voice came from the top of the head: "Ah Shang, why are you dressed like this again... Ah, sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

He Lianyu raised her head and saw a section of her crimson dress falling from the magnolia tree in full bloom, and half of her face was exposed under the snow-white flowers. It's a pity that no one is more beautiful than the flowers, but the magnolia flowers make her not glamorous enough , fortunately, there is a hint of atmosphere between the delicate eyebrows, which is not ugly.

He Lianyu smiled lazily, and stretched out his hand to ask for it: "Since you admitted your mistake, return the things to me."

The woman had a lively and strange personality, she threw the mask back into his hands, clasped her hands together, and blinked: "I'm sorry to bother you."

"I was touched by you, it's dirty..." He Lianyu rubbed it for a while, put the mask back on his face, suddenly flew down on the flower tree, and clasped his fingers towards the woman's throat.With his current skills, it is considered that this hit is a sure thing, but unexpectedly, the woman escaped from his fingers at the last moment, and landed on the other end of the branch like a ghost, without even trembling the flowers and leaves. As if the body is as light as a feather.

"You man, why are you so bad-tempered?" The woman held her hand on the knife handle at her waist, her eyes narrowed slightly, "There was a small misunderstanding on the left and right, I have already apologized, but you still want to be aggressive and not magnanimous at all." .”

The corners of Helian Yu's mouth curled up under the mask: "Great people are the first to die, because they don't know how to cut grass and roots, and they have a lot of burdens in their eyes, so sooner or later they will be implicated to death."

As he said, he pulled out the Poyun Sword with his backhand, and pointed at the woman's throat: "But if you obediently let me chop off that hand, and tell me who you recognized me just now, I won't kill you today." .”

The woman glanced at the sword and sneered: "You are not worthy of this sword with such a measure."

As she spoke, she pulled out the black long knife, and the engraved swan geese almost fluttered out, as if a bird with its feathers was about to soar into the sky, astonishing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The smile on Helian Yu's face was a bit cold.

Three years is enough time for a person's bones to rot into ashes, and it is also enough time for some things to become scars on his heart, like a dragon's reverse scale, which can kill him instantly.

He got the Poyun Sword, but this sword didn't accept him, it was not as good as a kitchen knife for chopping melons and meat in his hand.

At the beginning, everyone thought he was inferior to Mu Qingshang, and even looked down on him with this sword, but now any woman has the guts to say that he is unworthy.

He narrowed his eyes, touched the bone wind chime on the hilt, and smiled softly: "Oh? Try it."

The moment the swords collided, the magnolia tree was full of murderous intent. The two of them not only fought with weapons, but also fought with each other. It's just that this woman was born with supernatural power, and she still didn't fade when she resisted the Helian Yuqianjin Pendant. Seeing red slightly, the saber technique is even more fierce.

Helian Yu was slightly surprised.

In the past three years, he and Helian have been at odds with each other. Compared with the power in charge of the hidden door of the Burial Soul Palace, he has stained his hands with the blood of many self-proclaimed heroes, but it is rare to meet such a swift person. skill.

The woman's internal strength and moves are not as good as his, but her movement is too fast, so that every time He Lianyu tears, it is just an afterimage, and from the beginning to the end, she actually wanders up and down the flower tree, as light as scratching a cat dog.

With a chill in his heart, He Lianyu returned the sword into the sheath, turned his palms into fingers, and was about to touch the woman's blade when he suddenly heard a short flute sound.

The sound of the flute was too fast and urgent, as if it was just a broken sound from a short breath, but it rang in my ears like a thunderstorm, with a roar, my eyes and ears were blinded in an instant, and the knife and fingers were deviated from the direction.

He Lianyu had never heard such an unpleasant flute sound in his life, but the inner strength contained in it should not be underestimated. The corner of his mouth was pursed, and he avoided the long knife from the woman, and flew to the top of the tree, stepping on it. The trembling branches and leaves looked back to see who came to the door to seek death.

With just one glance, his expression changed, and all the laughter and sarcasm faded away with the color of blood in an instant, and the solidification was exactly the same as the silver carving mask. If it wasn't for the constriction of the pupils, it might have condensed into another mask.

At the end of the path was an old horse with a dull coat. While walking slowly, it lowered its head and ate the flowers and plants on the side of the road, very leisurely.Sitting on the horseback was a Taoist priest, dressed in black and white robes, his black hair was pulled up into a simple and neat bun by an ebony hairpin, and he held a bamboo flute in his hand, but it was a pity that he was shattered by internal force.

His face is very pale, like a dead person who has been frozen for several years, almost lifeless, his brows are cold, his demeanor is cold, his pursed lips are bloodless, like a thin blade of a sword, the only bright color is a corner of his eye The cinnabar mole seems to have ignited a spark in the ice and snow.

He Lianyu's heart was shaken at that moment, like a pool of stagnant water suddenly turbulent, turning all the past events upside down, but before he could stabilize the sail, someone took the lead.

"A-Shang!" The woman put the knife back into its sheath, picked a white magnolia with morning dew on it, touched the flower branch with her toes, and landed behind the Taoist leader in a blink of an eye, stretching out her arms to hug him.

Her eyebrows were curved, and she smiled flatteringly: "This flower is beautiful, I give it to you."

The Taoist priest was originally looking at He Lianyu, but when he heard the words, he turned his head, let go of the woman's hand on his waist, and said calmly: "Make trouble, make trouble."

"Yes, my fault, I don't dare to do it again." She spread her hands, the magnolia flowers trembling slightly between her fingers, just like Helian Yu's precarious body at this moment.

He was almost unsteady on his feet, looking greedily at the man with the only eyes that were exposed through the mask, and opened his mouth with difficulty, but unfortunately something was blocked in his throat, and he did not make a sound after all.

What he wanted to shout was, Master.

This sound could not be said, but the man slowly raised his head as if he had a heart.

He glanced at He Lianyu, just a dull and calm look, and said to the woman: "Shen Liu asked me to come and find you, let's go."

The woman changed her posture, sat upside down, leaned lazily on his back, and said: "Okay, you have to slow down, don't throw me over."

The Taoist priest reined in his horse and turned around, at this moment He Lianyu finally said: "This Taoist priest...what's his name?"

The Taoist priest turned his head sideways, and his voice came with the breeze, cold and indifferent, without any ups and downs: "The poor Taoist is clear."

"The Daoist priest and I really look alike. No wonder this girl would recognize the wrong person, but I'm being rude." He Lianyu smiled slightly, her hands behind her were clenched into fists, her nails tore through the skin, and she fell into a fist. In flesh and blood.

He turned his face faster than turning the pages of a book. The woman curled her lips but said nothing. Duan Qing looked at He Lianyu and said: "Since it was a misunderstanding, just solve it. It's just that just because of a mistake, I started." Being ruthless and ruthless like this is not what a gentleman should do, so please consider yourself."

Helian Yuqing couldn't help laughing: "The Taoist priest... is also very similar to a person I know. They both like to meddle in other people's business so much, and teach them well."

Duan Qing was indifferent, but the woman behind him poked her head out and asked, "Where is that person?"

"Dead." He Lianyu looked at Duanqing, the corners of his mouth straightened a little bit, and he paused every word, "I killed it myself, and the bones and clothes are buried under my bed, so it is convenient to go to the grave, and there is no need for troublesome burial."

After a pause, he let out a "huh": "However, seeing that the Taoist priest looks so much like him, I almost thought that the man had cheated his body and came back to ask for my life... It seems that I should go back and open the coffin to find out the truth." Take a look at the pile of rotten bones to see if they are still lying there safely."

The curiosity on the woman's face subsided, and her voice turned cold: "The deceased is dead, and the great grievances should be let go. Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?"

"Want me to be punished? Well, he did it himself, I'm happy