You are so beautiful

When Hua Buran returned to the sub-village, he heard the mountain master calling him in front of the door, he heard the voice to identify his position, Hua Buran knew that the mountain master was standing on the steps, and the aloes on his body was slightly bloody.

Hua Buran was flattered and said: "The owner of the mountain is so loving, waiting for me to return to the village here." As soon as the words fell, Hua Buran laughed out loud, even he himself did not believe it.

Master Mei Shan ignored him, glanced at the long street behind Hua Buran, and asked no one coming.

"Why didn't he come back?"

Hearing this neither salty nor bland question, Hua Buran understood it clearly.

Fangcai Mountain Lord killed hundreds of people, he always loves cleanliness, his blood is unbearable, he was about to go back to the house to take a bath, but he waited in the house for a while, but he didn't see Luo Qi coming back, so he sent someone to look for him in a rage.

However, the people he sent out returned without success, so Meishan Master ordered Hua Buran to go out of the village to look for him. He has the ability of divination and is guided by paper kites. There are few people in this world that he can't find.

Recently, Luo Qi was taking care of him in daily life, but now that Luo Qi is not around, he even felt bored taking a bath, wandered around the house for a while in that blood-stained uniform, couldn't help but go out outside the village, and stood with his sleeves folded. On the steps, he just waited like that.

But when Hua Buran came back, Luo Qi was still missing.

He couldn't help being angry, no matter what kind of status or appearance Luo Qi was, he was just as reckless and unrestrained, he didn't even listen to his words, he dared to leave his post without authorization, and didn't stay by his side properly.

Hua Buran said amusedly: "His senior brother was murdered, so he will naturally go to seek revenge."

Hua Buran hadn't finished speaking when he heard the master of the mountain's robes flying away.

The Wulin League was not peaceful at the moment. After the hero died, more than a hundred knights who went to ask for an explanation all returned sideways. As the leader of the alliance, Xie Junlin was tired of coping.

Now the Martial Arts League is in chaos, and people who come and go are not as strictly guarded as before.

Therefore, Luo Qi easily mixed into the Wulin League.

A funeral is being held at the gate, and there is an endless stream of condolences.

Looking at the hall where the Spirit Pivot was enshrined, strange faces were weeping loudly in mourning hall.There is a coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and there are memorial tablets, joss sticks, and three animal offerings in front of the mourning hall.

Luo Qi looked at the enshrined plaque engraved with the name "Suiyi Eight" enshrined in front of the spirit, and then looked at the elegiac couplets and sacrificial banners of "Sui Hero" singing praises, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

There was a sudden burst of laughter amidst the wailing, and everyone in the hall was shocked.The person in charge stood up and scolded him angrily, asking him why he laughed and disrespected the dead.

Luo Qizhi stretched out his finger to the person in charge and replied: "My parents died early, and I was displaced for many years. Only then did my master show mercy and allow me to have a full stomach without suffering from hunger and cold, and to pass on my exercises without being bullied by the strong. After his death, I will be homeless and have no filial piety to respect. Fortunately, I still have a brother who is also a brother and friend. But now, even he is dead. I have no relatives, no reason, no wife and no descendants. In front of my coffin, an unknown person came to dress me in mourning, don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

Luo Qi pointed at the crowd again, and said while laughing.

"I was robbed of my soul and returned to the heavens. No one weeps for me from the old acquaintances of the world, even the wind and rain in the world. But now, you are here to sing praises of a duplicitous hypocrisy! Great funeral! Not ridiculous!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The person in charge was furious.

"Madman! Where is the lunatic talking nonsense here, come and drag him down!"

"Follow the hero's uprightness all his life to help the avenue, don't allow a lunatic like you to ruin his reputation with rude words!"

The crowd rose up and attacked, Luo Qi was still laughing out loud amidst the crowd's indignant shoving, he suddenly pushed the crowd away, Luo Qi's body strength was boundless, the crowd was pushed away by him, they were frightened for a while and did not dare to approach again, Luo Qiyi's tiger eyes swept across the crowd coldly, then suddenly rushed forward, before the spirit, and blew out the ever-burning lamp enshrined on the table.

Everyone behind them was shocked and angry.

Luo Qi blew on the lamp, feeling even more happy in his heart, he lifted his arms and knocked down the table, and the memorial tablet, incense and candle offerings scattered all over the floor.

Someone came up to grab him, but he broke free with brute force. He laughed wildly and kicked the coffin placed in the hall. The coffin had three layers and was very heavy.

People behind him surged up in fright and anger to stop his madness. Some drew their knives and slashed at him, some drew their swords and stabbed him, some fisted and kicked each other, and some hit him with heavy objects.

But the maddened man didn't care, he just kicked the coffin off the tiptoe benches, hit the ground hard, the coffin cover was scattered aside, and a wooden coffin fell out from the coffin, Luo Qi went up to shake the coffin The wooden coffin was kicked over, and another corpse rolled out of the wooden coffin, wearing gold and silver, which showed that he was rich and honored during his lifetime.

Luo Qi looked at his former body, which was covered with three layers of brocade and silk clothes, and scattered all over his body were rare treasures that he had never seen or heard before.

This icy and frosty corpse who died under the Qingliang sword.

Luo Qi kicked it with his foot.

"I never thought that one day, I would be able to kick my own body like this. Hahahahaha, happy! Happy!"

Seeing Luo Qi's strange and abnormal behavior, everyone couldn't help feeling horrified.He had been wounded to pieces by swords and sticks, like a man of blood, but not only did he not fall down, he became even more insane.

Just when the crowd didn't know what to do, a fan shadow came through the air, pierced through the crowd and hit Luo Qi, making him suddenly powerless, and he was about to fall to the ground, but suddenly fell into an aloe and blood. in the arms.

Master Mei Shan's eyes slowly swept over the scars all over his body, and as he looked more and more, the anger accumulated in his eyes like a wind-blown cloud, his murderous intent seemed to be pierced, and he was rushing out uncontrollably out.

Luo Qi raised his eyes and saw him, and wanted to smile with his mouth pulled, but his smile was so ugly, he raised his hand to touch Shanzhu's beautiful cheek, and said in a low voice: "You recognized me at a glance, I am very happy " Luo Qi spoke very slowly, different from the frenzied and frightening appearance just now, he was cautious now, as if he was afraid of scaring someone if he spoke louder.

The main subject of Meishan said angrily: "I didn't know you would come to the mourning hall, I thought you went to the Qiquanmen, but I was a step late in finding the wrong place, how did you make yourself like this?"

"I don't want to be Sui Yiba, Sui Yiba has a sworn hatred with you," Luo Qi seemed not to have heard what the mountain master said, he touched the mountain master's cheek with a very light movement, and with two low fingers He said in an audible voice, "He dare not love you, and you will not please him. I know, you always want to kill him."

"Stop talking, follow me back to the village, as long as you are obedient and stay by my side, I won't kill you."

"I don't want to be Sui Yiba. He digs graves, steals knives and deceives teachers and exterminates ancestors, causing my brother to die miserably. I don't want to be him." Luo Qi lowered his head and shook, and said emphatically, "I hate him, I want him A thousand cuts will kill you."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Master Meishan scolded.He had always planned and planned the city very deeply, he never knew that there would be such a day when he was at a loss and didn't know what to do. He knew that Luo Qi was seriously injured, so he hugged him with both hands and wanted to get up and take him back to the village.

Suddenly there was a noise in his head, and he had a splitting headache. He just remembered that Qin Lishu had not yet come to treat his wounds with acupuncture and healed hundreds of people in a row due to sudden accidents today.Unexpectedly, the old wounds suffered in front of the tomb of the Holy Sword actually flared up at this time.Master Mei Shan rubbed his forehead with his fingers to relieve the dizzy pain.

At this moment, something happened suddenly, a sword light struck from behind, Master Meishan cast a cold light in his eyes, and raised his fan to block it, unexpectedly, the sword light was a feinted move, and the real killer move came down head-on.

At this time!Master Mei Shan's murderous intent was overwhelming, he spat coldly "seeking death" and wanted to dodge sideways, he missed the opportunity just now when his old injury flared up, and was attacked by someone with a false move, now he can't escape completely if he dodges, not to mention fighting back in his arms Looking at Luo Qi, seeing that the sword light coming down from his head was about to hit his shoulder, suddenly, the person in his arms moved and threw him down violently, the evil sword fell in front of Luo Qi's back. He hacked in, and his blood spattered on the spot.

"Thank you, sir, Lin!"

Master Mei Shan yelled sharply with sideways eyes, slamming every word, wishing he could skin, bone and eat the flesh of the person who raised his sword to sneak attack.

Seeing that the person wielding the Xiexie Sword is not Zhu Fangxie, the master of the sword, but Xie Junlin, it is unavoidably surprising.

It turned out that Xie Junlin came here after hearing the news when Luo Qi made a big disturbance in the mourning hall, but he did not come forward to quell the fighting, but hid in the dark and watched the changes. When Luo Qi said something, others only thought he was a lunatic, Xie Junlin heard it clearly.

On that day, he and Shangguan Wushang set up a trap to capture Sui Yiba, and Shangguan Wushang used the tenth-level skill of Shuofeng Heavy Clothes to seize and kill people, he witnessed it with his own eyes.

Xie Junlin recognized Luo Qi's identity, so he didn't dare to come forward easily, fearing that Luo Qi would expose his past actions on the spot. Although everyone would not believe it, but he didn't want to leave anyone with a clue, so he kept waiting in the dark.

I don't want to, the Meishan Lord came suddenly, Xie Junlin wanted to leave quietly, but he was afraid of being noticed by him, so he couldn't bear it all the time. He didn't expect that he would see such an excellent opportunity, so he made a decisive move. Take advantage of the chaos and kill it.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qi blocked the sword intent, Xie Junlin couldn't make a move, so he didn't dare to move rashly for a while.

"Luo Qi?" Mei Shanzhu gently shook the man in his arms, as if wanting to wake him up from his deep sleep.As if hearing the rare and gentle call of the Mountain Lord, Luo Qi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely dark and lifeless.

"Shanzhu, I love you in my heart, you never believe it, do you?"

His words were really too light and too weak, it came out from his bloodless lips like a sigh, if one didn't discern carefully, no one would know what he said.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the mountain master quietly, without moving or blinking.

The owner of the mountain couldn't bear to look at his passionate eyes, and looked back at him, as if waiting for him to say more affectionately.But after a while, I couldn't wait for his next words.

The mountain master thought for a while, and wanted to answer his question just now, but his lips moved slightly, and then he fell silent. Only then did he realize that Luo Qi died in his arms at some point .

Xie Junlin was fully on guard to deal with the inevitable battle situation, when suddenly he heard Master Mei Shan call his name, his heartstrings tensed in vain, and saw that Master Mei Shan slowly raised his hand to cover Luo Qi's eyes, After a while, he put down Luo Qi and got up holding Xuanji Fan.

"Xie Junlin, maybe, I should call you King Han."

Hearing the word Han Wang, Xie Junlin's face suddenly changed. His hand holding the Xie Xie Sword trembled slightly, and he said calmly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Master Meishan smiled lightly, as if filled with misty rain and sentimental melancholy, "You have worked hard for many years, and the position you want is within your reach, but one day something happened in vain, causing you to lose everything and never turn around again. It's a pity, think about it carefully, I really think you are a little pitiful."

"Don't be complacent, this king has the evil sword in hand, even if you have evil power to protect your body, it is difficult to defeat this sword." Xie Junlin knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, so he simply tore his face.

"Even Zhu Fangxie's sword fell into your hands, I really, really shouldn't look down on you."

Seeing that he was not hiding his true nature, Master Meishan turned the Xuanji fan in his hand, showing a very contemptuous smile.

"But you have violated my big taboo. I don't have much in this life, and I hate others touching my things the most."

As soon as his outrageous words fell, the Xuanji fan suddenly opened, the fierceness between the brows condensed into blood, and the red marks at the end of the eyes snaked like alive, until they sank into the temples.

His monstrous appearance instilled boundless terror in the people present, their hearts were torn apart, they couldn't even stand firmly, and they all sat down on the ground, not daring to do anything wrong.

It was clear that there was no rain, but the humidity in the air was getting heavier and heavier, as if mountains and rivers were pouring into the sky against the will of God, forming a tendency to flow backwards, but this storm was about to come, and it was only one person's murderous intent.

That year, Mo Xuyou wrote in "Records of Demons and Demons in the World": "Blood rains on the river, and cold corpses ask the mountain. The murderous intent is manifested in the nine heavens, and the danger is everywhere."

According to Yaomolu records, since the battle before the tomb of the Sword Saint, Bai and the two disciples turned against each other. Later, Bai killed his junior with the Qingliang Sword, and then killed himself with the Qingliang Sword. The two disciples of the former Sword Saint both died.

There is no descendant in the lineage of the Sword Saint.

The century-old Liusha technique was finally lost to the world.

In the same year, the lord of Meiyan Mountain overthrew the Wulin League, imprisoned Xie Junlin, set fire to the Seven Fist Gate, and brought down the rich family and unified the Jianghu.

But still not enough.

God, it's not fair.

It is far from enough for him to sit on the supreme position of martial arts.

He must overthrow the hegemony of the world, overthrow this world, become the master of the mountains and rivers, and re-establish his own system.

This world was just called the world.

In the following year, the king of Han rebelled against the party and forced the palace to rebel. The emperor who had lost his power was poisoned to death by his favorite concubine. There is no leader among the dragons, all Qi clans are vying for the position, and the important officials who hold the military power have different minds, and the world is like a mess.

The border countries waited for an opportunity to invade, intending to expand their territory. The countries of the Western Regions, which had always been at odds with the Central Plains dynasty, broke through Yumenguan and even Tu Sancheng.

The world is like this, living is still difficult, who will talk about morality anymore, father and son are against each other, brothers fight against each other, wives and daughters are reduced to prostitution, ethics and morality are no longer the constraints of the world.

This busy world is like being swarmed by wild beasts, and there is no order anymore.

According to the records of demons, there are many disputes in the world, and the mountains and rivers are overturned. Suddenly, there is a ghost-like person who retreats the Western Regions with the power of one person and strengthens the army for thousands of miles. In one night, he picks up several countries on the border, causing the national power to be greatly damaged. Surrender.

Later, this person used absolute force to suppress the powers of the Quartet, quelled the war, and made all the subjects of the world prostrate at their feet, unable to worship.

After dominating the rivers and lakes, he took the world under his control.

When he ascended to the position of Emperor Zun, the sun was covered by the stars, the mountains and rivers flowed backwards, the crown was worn on his body, and he sat on the dragon chair, listening to the ministers kneel three times and kowtow nine times, and pay homage from all directions.

The thousand-year hegemony he wanted, the order he established, and the morality that he alone controlled were all under his feet.

But in his heart, it was like a sun covered by a galaxy of stars, like a river flowing backwards, like an empty valley, boundless in loneliness.

He looked to his right hand, and he hoped that there would be someone who could share the world with him and rebuild the order of the world with him.

He wanted to give him the justice the man wanted.

I want him to be important in the world, unrestrained and unrestrained, and then tell him that deep feeling.

Words and sentences, never tired of listening.

The sound of Wanmin's pilgrimage was still resounding in the grand hall, but he showed a bored expression, he got up from the dragon chair suddenly, and left all this behind.

Slowly dragging the toga, he turned his back on the bustling place, passed the hall, turned to the promenade, passed through the flower forest, and came to a stone room.

In the huge stone room, brightly lit, two icy bodies lay on two white jade altars.

The little bit of reluctance at the beginning, when it touched this cold body, turned into countless entanglements, making it full of pain.

He ascended to the position admired by all the people, sitting on these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, he finally said to himself, lonely.

"Wherever you are, there is you."

He gently tucked up the corner of his clothes, as if the person lying on the altar was just asleep.

He turned around and walked to another altar behind him, his eyes fell on that face, looking at this face, he seemed to suddenly think of something, the cold and gorgeous king suddenly burst into a smile, the suffocating majesty hidden under the costume It faded away a lot.

"When I first met, Gu never thought that even with your appearance, you were worthy of being called a hero. You are the poorest and most shameless hero I have ever seen."

But it was this person whom he despised before, little by little, igniting the fire in his eyes, in his heart, until it was raging and hard to put out.Just like the Jiang Feng Yuhuo array that burned down Linlang Tower, once the array starts, everything in the world will be plundered by it.

"You once used the Jiangfeng Yuhuo array to burn Gu's Linlang Tower, and Gu will return it to you today."

The king spread out his palms, condensed his inner strength, and slowly pushed the palms, pushing a cluster of "fishing fire" towards the face. Suddenly, the hair that was covered with frost was burning, and within a short while, the face was covered with frost and flames. The "fishing fire" gradually spread, and the tongue of fire licked the thick mortuary clothes, devoured the flesh and blood, from head to toe, and turned to ashes in the cold eyes of the king.

Until the corpse was completely incinerated, only a little ashes remained, and was swept away by the king's wide sleeve, falling into the sky and the earth, annihilated without a trace.The gloom in the king's heart also dissipated.

The king turned his head and looked at the only corpse left on the white jade altar, with a tricky smile on his face, and with a soft "dang", a bell slid out from the wide sleeve hanging by his side.

The summoning bell was once tied to Qiu Yiling's waist, and it never left her body day and night, it was more important than her life.

But now, for some reason, it is in the hands of the king.

I saw that he used his internal force to drive the soul-calling bell, making it float in mid-air, a golden light burst out instantly, and the Sanskrit sound echoed in the sky and the earth.

In all directions, ghosts move.

The author has something to say: My mountain lord has finally ascended the throne as an emperor and officially transitioned to a king.I once said that I would not write a long article with as many words as "Liu Swordsman", so I will see you soon.The next new pit, everyone, remember to love me.

☆、Chapter 26