Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 74 The Boundless Walker, Past and Future

In the small woods, Ren Pingsheng hurriedly walked, suddenly his spiritual perception was limited, and a murmur rose in his head for no reason.

"uncle!"

"Lingbo is misty and steady, the clouds are cold and the moon is deep, and the snowflakes turn into fragrant dust. Fight for the beauty and drink, and be the master of Fangfei.

The melodious and beautiful voice, just hearing the voice, reminded him of the figure that was so pure in the world.

"Niece Hongxue!"

Stopped the body that was running in the air, stepped on the branches, landed on the top of the tree, stood gracefully, Ren Pingsheng put his hands behind his back, suddenly his expression was complicated.

"Why do you suddenly think of her?"

"Is it because of the brother-in-law?"

Close your eyes and meditate, the inner source is running, a crystal clear object appears in your hand, lower your head and look at the crystal object in your hand, Ren Pingsheng's hand suddenly clenched tightly, the tendons in his hand burst, and a bruise popped out. color.

"Brother, I was the one who was sorry for you after all! After this incident, I will explain it clearly to Hongxue."

"At the beginning..."

With a firm look on his face, Ren Shengsheng raised his eyes to look at the sky, where a bright sun shone brightly in the sky, reflecting all living beings.

"If time can be restarted, brother Yi, how I wish we could be together!"

There was a slight smile on the corner of the mouth, a crescent moon was bent, and he blinked, there was a hint of anticipation at the corner of his eyes, he took a deep breath, his inner source was fully lifted, and he walked away at a gallop.

A dim phantom floated in the air, looking at the gradually dissipating thunder, a look of desolation flashed in Hong Chenxue's eyes.

Suddenly, a ray of bright light bloomed by itself, and Ren Pingsheng's eyes, which had been closed just now, suddenly opened, and the light of the bright light came out, reflecting the desolate light, flashing a touch of deepness.

"Is it Hongxue?"

Ren Pingsheng murmured softly, looked up at Ying Hongxue who was about to disappear, his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

Just now, he seemed to see his future self through time, with the green shirt curling up, he had practiced Jiu Xiao Xiao Han, and passed the trial of the Human Dao Pavilion's ground list as he wished.

Accomplished, the ultimate martial arts rarely seen in the Jianghu, but it is a pity that he is melancholy all day long, his voice is indifferent, his bamboo stick and straw shoes lightly beat a horse, and he lives in a cloud of mist and rain.

In front of him, the indifferent walker in the rivers and lakes spends his days in a leisurely manner, which is very comfortable.Holding a stick of jade bamboo, walking slowly on the green grass, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he spoke softly,
"You've already missed it once, don't make another mistake."

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Ren Pingsheng's eyes seemed to have no waves, and a similar smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I see."

Reluctantly revealing cunning, Xing Zhe seemed to have returned to his original nature a long time ago. After saying this, he curled his lips at the phantom that did not exist in front of him.

"Okay, you can go away and do some bad things, and you still want me to help you clean up the mess."

Xu Ying smiled faintly, but was not angry, Xu Ying began to disappear slowly, only a faint voice drifted slowly.

"You are not the same as I said, and you still have such a clear glance."

"you......"

Seeing his projection disappear, Ren Pingsheng curled his lips, petty.

Then he raised his head and looked at Ying Hongxue floating above his head. Seeing her expressionless face, he probably still resented him, his uncle, for breaking the contract.

"Don't be angry, isn't this something that hasn't happened yet?"

"If you want to find something to go out to trouble him, don't treat me like this, how kind I am to you!"

Pointing to the place where Ren Pingsheng's phantom disappeared just now, he blinked and didn't care whether Ying Hongxue understood it or not before he continued.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't have much time anyway, so do whatever you like."

Waving his hands, as if giving up, Ren Pingsheng didn't care what Ying Hongxue said, and said to himself.

"My consciousness will fade away immediately. As for how you go next, it's all up to you."

"Before I leave, I will pass on my martial arts to you. As for how much you can learn, it's up to you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yinghongxue calmly, a soft white light emanated from Ren Pingsheng's forehead, floated softly, and shot at Yinghongxue.

Ying Hongxue was about to say something, but was shocked by the sudden change. She quickly stretched out her hand to block it, but found that there was nothing in front of her, and she couldn't catch anything.

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes, he put his fingers together, and before he could cast a spell, a white light had been implanted in his brain.

My mind was churning, the martial arts inheritance belonging to Ren Pingsheng kept rolling in my mind, thousands of years of practice, and condensed sentiments.

Constantly impacting Yinghongxue's consciousness, she stretched out her hand, wanting to say something, opened her mouth, but found that no sound came out.

"Why are you still angry? Forget it, just do what you like!"

"Let's take the blame for him!"

"However, after you go out, you have to deal with him at least, otherwise it will be unfair to me!"

After condensing the white light, Ren Pingsheng's face began to turn pale, and as the words fell, there was no trace of blood in sight.

"Hongxue, don't blame uncle, it was just a misunderstanding at the beginning!"

As his face turned pale, Ren Pingsheng seemed to have suddenly figured out something, his expression became more solemn, and he spoke with a pleading voice.

A look of expectation flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled. In the end, he still couldn't pretend to be indifferent, because he refused to go to the battle at the beginning, which led to the accidental death of his brother-in-law.

These years, he has been suffering day by day, since he practiced Jiu Xiao Xiao Han, he has even more trouble sleeping and eating.

Just now, looking at the future, the plight he saw from the bottom of his eyes was full of melancholy, and the most sorry thing was the niece in front of him.

The future Ren Pingsheng has always wanted to say it, but he has no chance to say it. Now he in the past will do it for him.

"you!"

After finally digesting the influence of the inheritance and resisting the impact of consciousness, he wanted to say something, but found that Ren Pingsheng had already closed his eyes.

Stretching out my hand, I just feel that my hand is constantly stretching, stretching, my thinking is getting more and more scattered, and my body is getting heavier and heavier.

The outstretched hand tightly held a bamboo pole, emerald green and glittering, with a flash of life, revealing the sharpness, the Danfeng sword!

Ying Hongxue looked around hurriedly, looking at everything around her. The surroundings were scattered like tangles. The faint trees in the grove had long since disappeared, and just now the strong wind was blowing.

The thunder was in turmoil, a piece of purple thunder was shining, and the majestic struggle of swords completely destroyed everything around.

"uncle!"

Whispering softly, with a flash of sadness in the corner of his eyes, he weakly put down his hanging hand, and slapped it on his clothes, causing waves to rise in his clothes, and his long hair fluttered randomly.

Wushen stepped out, and there was a sound of click, click, stepping on the messy grass, walking forward blankly, feeling a little empty for a while, and became dull.

She didn't know what she should pursue, and she didn't know where to go, she just moved forward in a daze.

"Let's look to the mountains and rivers for scenery, why bother to fight for fame? Bamboo sticks and straw sandals are lighter than horses, and the sky and the earth are boundless. Let me go."

The faint setting sun overflows the sky, and a piece of residual cloud is like a fire, burning out a wandering emptiness. The setting sun is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk.

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(End of this chapter)