[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

Yue Wubo made up his mind, Jianzi shook his head and didn't insist anymore, just about to hint to Long Su that enough is enough, Long Su suddenly let out a treacherous sneer, full of murderous intent: "Ma'am, you probably don't know that Deng Jiuwu killed you indiscriminately." Innocent, I also have relatives and friends who died in his gold and silver hands, the so-called blood debt, husband and wife are one, I might as well collect some interest from my wife."

After all, when the folding fan flipped over, it turned into a long sword with cold light, stabbing towards the moon without waves.

The wind of the sword howled, and Yue Wubo sensed the approaching danger, but the power of Long Su's sword was like a stormy sea, and she had no time to draw her sword to deal with it.

And Jianzi didn't know why, but he didn't try to stop him.

At the critical moment, a hidden weapon stained with Lan Yingying's poison was thrown at Long Su, blocking Long Su to a standstill.At the same time, the pink-clothed girl Rabbit jumped up and down from behind the bushes, blocking Long Su's sword wind with her horizontal sword.

Zilong's sword spirit was domineering, that fake Huarong was just a pawn under Deng Jiuwu's, how could he resist, under the hard support, his tiger's mouth shattered and his mouth was red, but he still refused to let go.

"Rong'er!" Yue Wubo was almost insane, he pulled out his sword and wanted to push away the girl beside him, and shouted, "Go, go!"

Jianzi closed his eyes slightly, and said lightly in his mouth: "Girl, let go, we know who you... are, we know that there is a wrong and a debt, you go, Jianzi guarantees that you will not affect you."

"No!" Under the heavy pressure of the Zilong sword, the fake Huarong's mouth was slowly shed with dark red blood, and she pushed Yue Wubo away with all her strength, "Mother, go quickly..."

"Rong'er, mother will never be separated from you again!" Yue Wubo's voice was already hoarse.

Fake Huarong's eyes showed madness and sadness, "Mrs. Yue, actually... Actually, I..."

At this moment, Yue Wubo suddenly fell into a coma and fell down weakly.With a flick of his snow-colored robe sleeve, Jianzi supported her.

Zilong suddenly dissipated, Senhan's oppressive force was swept away, fake Huarong knelt on the ground, panting heavily, but still pointed at Longsu vigilantly with his sword.

"What a rotten scene." Jian Guangchang turned into an exquisite folding fan again, and Long Su supported his forehead, shaking his head and sighing.

Jianzi rolled his eyes at him, "It's because you acted too exaggeratedly."

Speaking of this, there is no reason for Hua Rong not to understand, she put down her sword suspiciously, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Long Su looked at Jianzi, and made a gesture of invitation - it's your turn.

Jianzi returned the unconscious Yue Wubo to fake Huarong, with a calm expression, and even asked softly, "Since it's not Cao Mu Wuxin, why do you still have the heart to drag Madam into the whirlpool of right and wrong?"

"You should know that Deng Jiuwu can only use Madam Yue. Don't you know what will happen to Madam Yue when the day is over?"

The girl in pink clothes hugged Yue Wubo, lowered her eyes, remained silent, and seemed moved.

Yue Wubo fell into a deep coma, but was still uneasy, his brows were full of anxiety, his body was shaking uncontrollably, his lips were trembling, the girl in pink clothes was getting close, and she could clearly hear the unconscious "Ronger"—it was A motherly heart that cannot be appeased.

The girl shed tears silently, couldn't help clinging to Yue Wubo, and murmured: "But I'm not, I'm not Rong'er...Mother."

Long Su suddenly spoke, his expression was indifferent, but his tone was forceful, "No, from now on, Chu Huarong can only be you."

The girl looked up in confusion, still in disbelief.

Jianzi sighed, bent down to help the embracing fake mother and daughter, and said softly: "Let's go, take my wife and leave this place of right and wrong, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and be a real mother and daughter." Smiling at the young girl, she was radiant and gentle, infinitely generous and gentle, "In this world, blood relationship is not the only way to achieve family affection, even if it is an evil cause, it may not be unable to bear good results."

"Let's go, you know how to persuade Madam not to get involved in Deng Jiuwu's right and wrong."

The girl in pink clothes——Chu Huarong nodded, bowed respectfully to Long Su and Jian Zi respectively, and raised her head again, neither humble nor overbearing, "Thank you two seniors."

Chu Huarong gradually left with Yue Wubo, leaving only peaches and plums in the forest to be blown away by the spring breeze.

Jianzi was still smiling, but his dark eyes regained the clarity of a clear pool. Falling flowers rushed towards his face, and his elegant Taoist uniform was blown up by the wind. He said word by word: "Okay, everything is over. Finished, now it's my turn and yours, friend Longsu."

Long Su just smiled, eyebrows raised, "So you are here waiting for me."

"No, it's me, waiting for you." Jianzi turned around, facing Long Su, and said softly.

His eyes were clear and his mind was calm, as if he was quietly waiting for an answer.

— Waiting for your decision.

He has practiced Taoism since he was a child, and his mind is pure and peaceful, and he is particularly sensitive to the evil thoughts of people's hearts, so it is not difficult for him to detect what Long Su wants to do.

"Are you waiting for me to decide to do it, or are you waiting for me to decide not to do it?" Long Su stood under the peach blossom tree, smiling softly, shaking the folding fan in his hand, fanning a burst of peach blossom fragrance.

"Then why are you hesitating, are you waiting for me to relax, or are you waiting for me to discover?" Jianzi sighed, the scorching peach blossoms piled up on the branches were as bright as clouds, trembling by the wind, covering his temples and shoulders.

"The imposing Jianzi Xianji, the pinnacle of Taoism, has profound skills, are you really worried about the disturbance of the psychedelic fragrance?" Long Su smiled with a sharp coldness, "Are you delusional, or are you deceiving yourself?"

"The dragon head of the Confucian sect full of ingenuity, killing decisively, is just a simple strike, why wait for me to break it after a night?" Jianzi glanced at him lightly, and his words were sharp.

Long Su put away the folding fan in his hand suddenly, and his face lost his smile, "You are right, have you finished your question?"

Jianzi nodded slightly, his dark eyes were as calm as water.

Just like ripples rising in a cold pool, Jianzi's eyes reflected countless purple figures approaching amidst the scattered bright red flowers.

Zimo Hongchen came over.

The invisible and colorless cold air approached, penetrated the skin, like ice and frost, and reached the heart.

The moment the Nether Qi pierced into the body, it suddenly stopped.

Long Su looked at Jianzi who was close at hand - he was dressed in snow with white hair, and his expression was still so calm and peaceful.

"The last question," Long Su said quietly, "Back then, at the very beginning, what was the purpose of your friendship with me?"

Jianzi lowered his eyes, and the snow-white Taoist uniform on his chest faintly oozes vermilion, and blood drops flow along the line of the void, outlining the shape of a transparent and invisible dagger.

"But it doesn't matter. Is it because of your master's account, or my master's entrustment?" Long Su asked in a calm tone.

Jianzi smiled, calmly and freely, and said lightly: "It's nothing, I just think you don't look very happy."

——I just want you to be happy and smile more.

— just to make you look less lonely.

It was a very, very long past, and the scenery we had seen together had been silent for a long time.

"Master Yuanzhen's sect is the fairy trail of Jianzi, thank you for the delicious food."

"Under Mr. Xiansheng's door, Shulou Longsu."

But once they met, they knew each other. In the dark, there is golden wind and jade dew.

Long Su bowed slightly, looked deeply at Jian Zi, and smiled slightly, "That's enough, it's such a pity that it ended, after all, it started wholeheartedly."

Jianzi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The Nether Blade was suddenly stained with blood, and the transparent blade turned into a terrifying blood blade, and the blood flowed along the blade on the white robe.

Ande and Jun are farewell...

Long Su held the blade, a stream of blood dripped from his hand, and then he casually threw the Nether Blade into the forest.The deep bone cut in his palm gradually closed under the action of the bloodthirsty physique, and then he raised his other hand and handed it to Jianzi.

The palm that was not stained with blood unfolded, revealing a gilt butterfly inside.

Thin as a cicada's wings, radiant.

fell into the hands of another.

After hundreds of years, the gold-plated butterfly finally came back and handed over in their hands.

Handing the golden butterfly into Jianzi's hand, Long Su took a step back, his expression lofty, like the unattainable ice and snow on a lonely peak, "Okay, I have repaid your love. From now on, I will not be as good as Huang Quan, and I will never see you again." also."

Free from life and death lovesickness...

"Treasure." Jianzi slowly retracted his palm and closed it, and said slowly.

There was silence in the peach forest, Long Su had already left.

The sword easily found the Nether Blade, and the blood was solidified on the blade.

No matter how thorough and clear things are at the beginning, once they enter the world, they will inevitably be contaminated with impurities and will never be the same again.

He wiped off the blood on it, there were both his own and Long Su's, and put it into his sleeve.

Before leaving, I looked back and saw Taohua still smiling at the spring breeze.

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Mutual stabbing achievement achieved √