[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

Dead volcano, hot all year round and no grass grows.

Jianzi and Fojian followed the aura of the Buddha all the way to come here, and stopped on the volcanic cone.

"How?" Jianzi looked at the Buddhist sword.

"Buddha's certificate is below." Fojian looked at the magma sprayed out continuously in the crater, with a resolute expression on his face, and he was about to go down without hesitation.

Jianzi pondered, "Long Su dared to leave the Buddha's certificate in the Death Volcano, so he must have a plan."

"In any case, I must get back the Buddha's certificate." The Buddha sword remained motionless.

Jian Zixue raised his eyebrows as soon as he frowned, his eyes flickered slightly, and there was an arc of no temperature on his lips, like the cold light of ice and snow jade, "You must beware of Long Su."

After pondering for a few breaths, Fojian nodded, "How to do it?"

Jianzi raised his head to watch the clouds in the sky, then looked down at the hot magma in the crater, and said, "Buddha sword, help me to set up the formation." Jianzi shook his cloud sleeves and rose into the sky like a white crane. Lifting Yuhe, the whisk in his hand drew a circle in mid-air, and a huge Tai Chi diagram faintly emerged in the void.

The Confucianism is in a dark prison.

The long-closed cell door was suddenly opened, and the sun shone in. The eyes of the prisoner who had not seen the sun for a long time were pierced with burning pain and tears.

Bai Zhou closed his eyes tightly, thinking that it was Long Su who was coming, and was about to sarcastically, but suddenly his expression changed, he suppressed the burning pain and widened his eyes, looking at the people who came in step by step.

There were several footsteps outside the door, but only one entered.

There is a strong and fresh smell of blood in the air. Looking out from the open prison door, you can see several corpses fallen outside. They are Confucian disciples guarding the dark prison, and there are several silent assassins masked in black. outside the prison gate.

The visitor approached step by step. He was dressed in the same way as the other black-clothed assassins who stayed outside, but he was different at a glance.

The masked assassin who committed crimes during the day——Bai Zhou came to the conclusion in his mind that this group of people were either sure of victory, or they were confident and fearless of the Confucian sect's investigation and questioning.

But in any case, that is what Confucianism and Shulou Longsu should worry about. The most important thing right now is whether the visitor is an enemy or a friend.

The visitor's thick eyebrows were raised, implying arrogance, and his eyes were dark and prey. Just a cold glance, there is an endless sense of oppression.

"You are..." A majestic face suddenly appeared in Bai Zhou's mind, and he muttered, "It's you, Bei Chenyin!"

Bei Chenyin slowly took off his scarf, and walked closer with his hands behind his back. He looked down at the embarrassed prisoner in front of him, and sighed, "The last time I saw the young envoy of the Confucian sect, he was so elegant and energetic, but now... ...Oh, I really miss you back then."

"The third prince came all the way to meet me, so he must not be gossiping." Bai Zhou stood up, with a hint of eager anticipation in his words.

"That's right, I'm here to negotiate a deal with the master of the Confucian sect." As soon as the words finished, Bei Chenyin waved his hand and chopped off, the sword energy was like a rainbow, forcing the darkness of the room back.

Bai Zhou neither retreated nor evaded, and was engulfed by the dazzling sword light.

With a clatter, the iron shackles that imprisoned the prisoner fell to the ground.

"My lord was just joking. A certain person is now just a prisoner who bears the name of a rebellious party thief. My lord has gone to the wrong place."

"Young Envoy Ling has been imprisoned for a long time. I probably don't know that Shulou Longsu plotted against the arrogant red dust. He has fallen into a bloodthirsty clan and stepped down as the head of the Confucian sect. Now that the Confucian sect has no leader, it is the time for the young envoy to reappear. .” Bei Chenyin looked at the self-restraining ecstasy on Bai Zhou’s face with satisfaction, and spoke in an exceptionally kind and cordial tone.

"Okay, Shulou Longsu, you also have today..." Bai Zhou's face was filled with ecstasy and resentment, and finally turned into an unresolved hostility. He smiled very slowly and looked at Bei Chenyin, "My lord The feeling of helping each other, I remember."

"Okay," Bei Chenyin clapped his palms and laughed, suddenly his face darkened, "I've heard enough, let's go on the road." The light of the sword in his hand soared, and he flew away fiercely.

The sharp blade flashed like the sun, making people dizzy, and in the next moment, a cloud of blood splashed.

Bai Zhou's whole body was cold, and the look of horror had not faded away.

A man covered in blood fell down on the parapet outside the prison, with a long sword stuck in his chest, struggling to stand up, but finally fell down from exhaustion, his eyes were open, and he lost his breath. It was Mo Yanxin. .

There was a huge roar, and Long Su looked as far as the eye could see. Sure enough, he saw the red light above the death volcano in the sky, and the rising magma almost eclipsed the sun.

After a while, the roar gradually subsided, leaving only the billowing smoke and dust still remaining.

Long Su shook his precious fan slowly, pondered for a while, and then disappeared. After a short while, he appeared on another hilltop around the volcanic cone, looking at the hot magma flowing down the mountain.

"It's strange, the Buddha's certificate is still in the crater and hasn't moved. Is it a coincidence?" Long Su's face showed doubts, and then his expression turned cold again, "No, it's a trick!"

Before he finished speaking, a gossip formation suddenly appeared on the entire mountaintop under his feet. There was also a huge Taiji diagram formation in the air above his head, rotating rapidly in black and white. The swastika protects Tai Chi.

The sky is surging with wind and clouds, and the mysterious Taiji diagram envelops Longsu tightly. The eight trigrams under the feet move slowly in all directions. Sheng, surrounded by the power of the majestic Taoist formation.

Long Su found that the technique of shrinking the ground for thousands of miles had failed, so he knew that he had fallen into the formation of the sword. He held his fan and smiled, still showing the gentle and calm appearance of a Confucian gentleman. Treacherous and cold, "Jianzi, what do you mean by this?"

In the gossip formation, the brilliance suddenly rose, and the sword stepped on the seven-star step, and slowly landed in the center of the formation. He was dressed in white and snow-haired, as light as a crane, and the long wind was blowing, making his long robe sleeves dance like a dance, and the jade between his brows Shining brightly, every move shows the endless Taoism and nature.

Spiritual power flowed by his side like a clear brilliance, Jianzi's face was calm, his deep eyes looked at Long Su without blinking, and asked, "Did you take the Buddha certificate?"

His voice seemed unreal, and every word was heard, and Long Su was silent.

"You killed the seven laughs and the eight insanity?" Another loud and loud scolding question, like the sound of gold and stone, was cold and strong.

Long Su flipped his hand to remove the precious fan, and the businessman in his hand was shining brightly. He looked at Jianzi from a distance, "So what?"

"Today, that sword has no choice but to unleash Guchen and chop Wuselfless."

With a clear whistling, the pure and holy aura suddenly rose, Gu Chen came out of the sheath, and the sword aura was sharp and piercing.

"Okay." Long Su nodded.

Jianzi remained silent, his robe sleeves raised by the murderous aura.

"Okay," Long Su's golden eyes flickered, as if in the vastness and silence of the long autumn water, he smiled suddenly at the next moment, cold and treacherous like a ghost.

"What a sword fairy."

With a dragon chant, the Pishang unsheathed, and Zihua was cold, like a stormy sea and raging waves, interlaced and separated from the clear and dewy ancient dust in mid-air.

One handle is twisted and cold, the blade is thin and bloodthirsty; the other handle is straight and simple, thick and pure.

The moment the two swords criss-crossed each other, sparks sparked like a thunderbolt.

"Sun-swallowing dragon chant." Youhua is flourishing, the purple dragon sword is gorgeous and wild, the sword's power covers the sky and blocks the sun, roaring like a huge wave.

"Unparalleled in the world." Gu Chen's sword trace was ethereal, and amidst the unrestrained and unrestrained sword aura, he was startled by flying sand and rocks, like the sky collapsing and the earth smashing, showing the power of Taoism.

Pi Shang is like a ghost, tossing and turning, fluttering unsteadily, but at the moment when the two swords touched, he erupted into a stormy dragon's fury.Gu Chen is so ingenious and clumsy, he overturns, stabs and slashes, with the momentum to shake mountains, majestic and upright, but he swallows the wispy sword light, and the momentum is like a gust of wind.

The two swords collided, and the brilliance almost broke the sky for a moment.

Both are innate, no need to test, no need to say too much, the supreme sword might, awesome, majestic.

The two people suddenly separated, each landed on the ground, with their swords in front of them, they looked at each other silently.

Jianzi closed his eyes, opened them again, pulled a sword flower, and Gu Chen swept away, the holy aura aroused the formation under his feet to sense violently, Long Su frowned, feeling bad, and flew out of Pishang again, In a few breaths, he rushed to attack and made several moves, Jianzi turned from attack to defense, but just kept on the defensive, the brilliance on the gossip array became more and more brilliant, and in an instant, the eight beams of light closed together.

Long Su's sword stagnated suddenly, and Pi Shang could no longer stab forward.

——He has been locked by the formation.

The maple-colored pupils turned red, and the wind of the sword gradually subsided. Only the killing intent that took people's heart and gallbladder was still vented along the clear front. What is it?"

Jianzi held the sword in one hand, and made a tactic with the other, and played one by one illusory red and vermilion Dao talismans, which continued to sink into all directions of the Bagua map. The talisman penetrated into the Qianmen Gate in the northwest, and the eight formations were completed in an instant, and the eight pillars of light soaring into the sky became more radiant, approaching the sky, breaking through the clouds in the sky, and sinking into the depths of the clouds.

Clouds surged to cover the sun, and the sky suddenly became dark as dark, and even a little bit of stars appeared in the sky.

The formation on the ground slowly rotated, and Long Su looked closely, and vaguely felt that the rotation of the eight formation gates coincided with the law of the stars, and a guess was about to come out, "Heaven and Earth Lock Star Art?"

Only then did Jianzi look at Long Su, his expression was still indifferent, clear and dusty, and his white clothes floated like a fairy, as if he could make people forget the mundane world just by looking at him, only a pair of eyes under the snowy eyelashes, deep and mysterious, hidden endlessly Bo Lan, he said slowly, "No, it's the Jiuzhuan Heaven and Earth Locking Star Art."

The starlight fell faintly, and as soon as it entered the range of the formation, it turned into countless flying stardust, like fireflies in the mountains on a summer night, gathered on Jianzi at the center of the formation, and condensed into the last beam of light on Jianzi.

Long Su was slightly stunned, the Pishang in his hand had already been put down, the tip of his sword was hanging on the ground, and he snorted lightly, "It's a big price to use your body to transform into an array."

"I can't kill you," Jianzi said calmly, every word fell to the ground like snowdrops, "Then I can only lock you up."

The long wind whizzed past, the sun was shining, the stars were shining, and there was silence between the heaven and the earth, only the two people in the formation who were looking at each other were engulfed by the burst of light from the formation.

Gu Chen stabbed through the air, the hand holding the sword was as cold and steady as a rock, the piercing sword energy pierced through the beam of light that imprisoned the purple dragon, cut open the jade-studded Qiluo, and then stabbed in without any hindrance.

Blood spattered, some droplets splashed on Jianzi's face, it was cold.

It was an extremely close distance, so close that we could hear each other's breath, and so close that we could hear the sound of the heartbeat in the chest.

So close that they could see themselves reflected in each other's pupils.

"This sword is for the innocent people you killed." Gu Chen was stained with blood, and Gu Chen's master looked solemnly.

Long Su smiled suddenly, as if revealing the ice and snow blade deep in his soul, and said coldly, word by word: "Who is holy in this world?"

The starlight wrapped around Jianzi's body condensed into an extremely bright beam, which shot out from his heart, was pulled by Gu Chen, and sank into Long Xu's heart.The formation screamed, and the eight pillars of light that imprisoned Longsu followed the star pillars and penetrated into Longsu's body one by one.Every time a beam of light is introduced, Jianzi's face becomes paler, and when the nine-turn star array enters Long Xu's body, his face is as golden as paper, dripping with sweat.

Locking the soul of life and moving the star path, it is almost like changing the fate against the sky.

Jianzi used his last strength to withdraw from Gu Chen, barely stopped with Gu Chen as a support, the huge formation slowly faded away, and finally disappeared.The cumulus clouds dissipated, the sky became bright again, and the sun reappeared again. Under the sky, the sun was shining brightly.

Only the wind is still blowing, blowing the crater with lingering smoke and the magma that is gradually solidifying into volcanic ash.

The Nine Turns Heaven and Earth Locking Star Jue uses the eight trigrams and itself as the lock, and the nine is the anode. It locks the heaven, earth and star track at the top, and locks the body of the soul at the bottom. and……

As soon as Gu Chen pulled it out, the bloodthirsty system began to take effect, but within a few breaths, the sword wound had healed as before, and only the blood on the torn clothes remained.

The dragon's chant reappeared, and Pi Shang breathed out the sword light, like a touch of cold moonlight, kissing the sword's neck vaguely.Jianzi didn't hide or close, and looked at Longsu calmly.

As the sword blew, a small scratch oozes out thin blood, which merges into a string of blood beads, dripping along the collarbone and flowing under the snow-colored skirt.

At the same position on Long Su's neck, the same scratch appeared out of thin air, and the same blood flowed out.

"I don't have any fear of hurting you, but if you hurt me, you will retaliate," Jianzi said quietly, without sadness or joy, just stating, "Retire, if Jianzi lives for a day, he can rule you."

"Ha," the wind of Pi Shang's sword fluttered, and finally retracted the gorgeous scabbard inch by inch, beeping continuously, just like the master's uneasy state of mind, "I have lost most of my body, so naturally I can't make trouble again."

Pishang turned into a precious fan, swaying slowly, and the gemstones and pearls inlaid on it reflected the dazzling sunlight, full of brilliance.

Long Su bowed his head and leaned closer to Jianzi's ear, his tone was cold, but soft like a lover whispering: "From now on, the mountains will be long and the water will be wide, you have to take care."

Jianzi nodded, like a mist in the distant mountains, light and cold, "Naturally."

Zilong soared into the sky, disappeared into light, and never looked back.

Gu Chen put his sword back into its sheath, and the man in white rides the wind and rides the clouds away.

The curtain rolled in the west wind, and the breeze slowly blew into the study room in Shulou.

Mu Xianfeng was tidying up the desk. She tidied up the pens and added the new booklets. When she turned around, she accidentally knocked over the pile of copybooks, only to see an unframed scroll falling to the ground.

"Oh," Xianfeng annoyed that she was not careful, hurriedly picked up the scroll, carefully patted off the dust on it, and unfolded it to see if it was damaged.

The scroll unfolded slowly, revealing a corner of the blooming white epiphyllum. The brushwork was skillful and the ink was bold. It was the handwriting of the master Xianfeng was familiar with.

Suddenly, she was stunned, let go of her hand, and the picture scroll fell on the desk with a thud, but there was a cluster of elegant white clouds on it. Behind the flowers, there was a man in white lying reclined, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his expression was peaceful.

Although I can't be there in person, it seems that I can feel the tranquility and serenity at that moment from the pen of the painting.

Xianfeng couldn't help but her eyes were red. The master used to paint Mr. often, but she remembered that she never painted after the master took Su Guo. Thinking of this, her gaze fell on the inscription at the corner of the painting, and she suddenly shuddered. Surprised.

The signing was just two days ago.

The sudden joy and longing beat in her chest, Xianfeng grabbed the scroll and hurried out of the study, only thinking about going to Sudden Realm, "I'm going to tell Mr...."

As soon as she ran out of the gate of Shulou, she stopped suspiciously, "Hey, why hasn't Mo Yanxin come back?" Suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, she walked quickly to the branch road, but suddenly yelled out in horror, " Owner!?"

Long Su was drenched in blood, and blood was dripping from his hands, leaving bloody footprints every step of the way.

Seeing the panic-stricken lover, Long Su's murderous aura dissipated a lot, he showed a gentle smile, and comforted him: "Feng'er, don't panic, most of the blood is not my own... "

"Master, what... what's going on here?" Xianfeng supported Long Su, feeling cold all over.

"Feng'er, let's go." Long Su didn't answer.

Xianfeng squeezed the picture scroll in her hand tightly, sighed inwardly, couldn't help raising her head and looked deeply at the other side of the cross road, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

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