[Comprehensive martial arts] Zhilan Yushu

Lan Tingyu slowly opened her eyes in the darkness.

The eyeball moved, moved again, closed the eyes, opened them again, it was still pitch black.

I am, am I blind?

Then the problem comes, he lost his eyes, now he needs to judge where he is.

If he was in Datang, he must be scarred.Lan Tingyu recalled her last time, her left shoulder was almost shattered and fractured, her left arm was cut off, and she still had injuries from being attacked from behind, but in fact...

The left arm is still there, the right hand is intact, there is no injury on the body, and the air is filled with an extremely high-quality incense, and this incense was lighted by myself in Daming.

only......

He was sure that he might not sleep because of the Great Tang War, so he stayed in the stone room in the name of retreat in Daming before, but the clothes on his body should have been the silk clothes he was used to wearing in Daming. The Changgemen Xuehe suit worn in the Tang Dynasty, it is even more impossible to hold his little orange Wu Yuquanning in his arms.

Smelling his body again, the sour smell mixed with blood after not taking a bath for a long time does not exist.Unable to see with his eyes, he stretched out his hand and felt around to make sure that he really returned to Daming.

He was very sure that he had just killed Linghu Shang and Su Mansha before he killed him, and with his injuries at that time, it was absolutely impossible for him to survive, let alone have healthy limbs, so...

there is only one truth.

I am dead now.

I have died in Datang.

He was completely dead, and a person cannot be resurrected after death, so it is impossible for him to return to Datang.

Thinking of this, Lan Tingyu burst into tears.

He thought of the master and wife who were still in Changgemen, wondering how sad they would be when they knew his death.

He thought of his brothers and sisters who also went to the battlefield, wondering if they would know the news of his death.

He remembered how many members of the Head Gang were still alive, and he promised that the world would be peaceful and he would miss the appointment for a drink.

He thought of the beautiful mountains and rivers of Qiandao Lake, the unmelted snow of Chunyang Palace in Huashan Mountain, the "true orange heart" and the kiss on his lips at the Butterfly Spring in Erhai Lake in Cangshan Mountain.

Qing Han, Qing Han, Lan Tingyu reached out and tremblingly took out Heming Qianshan and the sword tassel from her purse, holding the sword in her bosom, holding the sword tassel in her palm, crying heartbreakingly, despairing and desolate .

His lover died in Taiyuan, where he couldn't see him.

He has never sorted out his remains, he has never taken him to Changge Gate to feed the deer together, he has never gone to the three-life tree to promise three lives together, he has never traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty with him, and he has never …

Let's all white together.

We have only seen ten lantern festivals together, we have only spent ten winters together, the cherry tree we planted together in the yard has not yet grown and bear fruit, and the osmanthus tree at our door has not been picked this year to make sweet-scented osmanthus Tea.

We still have so many things that we haven't had time to do, and we still have so many regrets that we haven't had time to realize.

【"Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and thorns, I will walk with the sword without fear."】

I am not afraid of the thorns in the road ahead, I am not afraid of the ups and downs in the future, as long as you are by my side, I will never be afraid, and I will always bear everything with you.But now, you are gone, what should I do?Even, I can't even revisit the scenery we have seen on the road we walked together in Datang.

Some people say that no one enjoys blessings all their lives. Now it seems that the 16 years since I dreamed of returning to Datang have exhausted all my blessings, so that I can only live with these memories for the rest of my life.

"Qinghan," he rubbed the tassel of the sword in the palm of his hand, the bloody smell on it made him want to cry again, he held the sword in his arms tightly, it was Ye Qinghan's sword.The person was gone, and he was embracing Ye Qinghan's sword, as if he was hugging Ye Qinghan: "I suddenly felt that it is good to be blind."

He no longer has to look at the people he hates, or the disgusting faces of those people. He can't go back to Datang, can't see the people he misses, can't see his teachers, relatives, friends, and love. There is no difference between seeing or not seeing, and seeing is less disappointing than seeing.

So, what is the use of these eyes?

Lan Tingyu smiled, laughed, tears rolled out from her tightly closed eye sockets.

He thought of Ye Ying, the owner of Hidden Sword Villa. He didn't know Ye Ying's mood and thoughts when he practiced the Supreme Heart Sword, but now, no, it should be said that when he made the last sword, he Already understand what is the heart sword.

The sword in the harp he practiced in Changge, the harp is the soul, the sword is the heart, the sword is hidden in the harp, and the heart is in the soul.

This body is the harp, this heart is the sword, this is the harp, the middle, the sword.

When Lan Tingyu pushed open the door of the stone room and came out, everyone outside was shocked. At the same time, the news spread directly to the entire Western Demon Cult.

Because the young leader, Yu Tianbao, has a beautiful face and a good age, but has white hair and closed eyes.

And the leader Yu Luocha heard that his son had gray hair overnight and lost his eyesight after he was closed in a closed door. He went mad and died suddenly.

After hearing the news, Lan Tingyu sat quietly in the room, with white ribbons tied around her eyes, long white hair of the same color draped over her back, and her whole body was as cold and quiet as the moon and frost.

"Young leader..." Seventeen knelt in front of Lan Tingyu, looking at his beloved young leader. He didn't know what the young leader had experienced, but his heart ached.

"Father..." He sighed softly, only thinking that for his cheap brother, his cheap father is really a father's love.

He was sure that the "death by madness" mentioned by this group of people was pure nonsense. Considering the coincidence of his "death" time, Lan Tingyu knew that there was only one truth.

It is absolutely impossible for a blind and crippled person to become the young leader, so Yu Luocha knew that it was not suitable for Yu Tianbao to continue to be the young leader, so Yu Luocha chose to feign death, borrowing the help of those eager to move from the Western Demon Cult. People's hands are nothing but his shield.

Ha ha.

It's really a plastic father-son relationship.

But after thinking about it, Lan Tingyu felt that he was not qualified to say anything. After all, he had no affection for Yu Luocha because of the plastic relationship between their father and son.

That's okay, that's okay, if the matter is settled, I don't owe him anything, and I don't need to worry about how to repay the favor of Sheng and Nursing early and leave.

Therefore, on the second day after Yu Luocha "passed away", people from the Western Demon Cult saw the young leader in plain white, holding a gorgeous qin in his arms, with a white satin covering his eyes, stepping forward. One step slowly but steadily walked to the mourning hall of the leader Yu Luocha, and walked to his coffin.

Lan Tingyu is 22 years old this year. Although he has white hair and is blind in both eyes, this cannot conceal his fair and elegant appearance. Even because of his white hair, he has added a few different looks charm.He has a thin figure, good bones, and a clear mind. He has been living a life of gold and jade for 22 years. He is so delicate and delicate, but he is a waste wood who does not understand martial arts. The beauty of this once distinguished young leader.

In the past, due to the majesty of the leader Yu Luocha, he did not dare to act presumptuously. Now, Yu Tianbao's only protective umbrella is gone, and this flawless white jade will eventually fall into the mud.

Thinking about it, they were quite excited.

Lan Tingyu had already lost his eyesight and could not see the gazes of the people around him, but he could clearly feel how disgusting those gazes were.

But thinking that I will be liberated soon, I am quite excited when I think about it.

And Seventeen, who has eyesight and can see, hides in the crowd and looks at the lonely and cold figure from a distance, seeing the barely concealed malicious eyes of the people around him looking at the young leader, the worry in his heart has never stopped .

He knew that he might be the only one who knew that the young leader was proficient in martial arts, but now the people in the leader's mourning hall are almost all the strongest people in the church. The strength of the young leader... is really no problem ?

Naturally there is no problem.

As a son of man, Lan Tingyu knelt in front of Yu Luocha's coffin, kowtowing slowly but earnestly.

a bit.

Father and son have only grace today.

Twice.

Since then, the son said goodbye and never returned.

Three times.

In the future, the sky will be high and the water will be far away, life and death will be parted, and they will never see each other again.

After knocking, Lan Tingyu knelt there quietly, kneeling with her back straight, kneeling quietly, neither crying nor speaking, just like how she usually looks when she has to attend church activities during New Years and festivals, It was incongruously smooth and quiet.

Then at this time, those who couldn't hold back began to attack.

"Young Master, now that the Master has passed away, the Devil's Cult cannot remain without a master for a day. I wonder if the Young Master still remembers the Heavenly Demon's Law?"

Lan Tingyu ignored him.He was thinking secretly in his heart: Sure enough, there are always people who can't hold back and jump out first.Tsk tsk, this guy is not afraid of becoming the first rafter in the future————————— Die quickly.

But it's true, I usually pretended to be a good-for-nothing waste wood in the Western Demon Cult. I believe that the nails in the yard and Gumei back then "kindly" promoted him as a good-for-nothing. A waste with no talent in swordsmanship, these guardian elders and altar masters are not easy to deal with. Who would look up to a waste, and who would sincerely recognize him as a young leader?

Seeing Lan Tingyu's appearance, the altar master who spoke first flashed a trace of embarrassment and anger, but looked at the crowd, and said slowly: "When the leader established the mountain and established the sect, he personally set a law of heavenly demons."

"[In my hundred years, whoever passes on the Raksha card will be the successor leader of our sect. If someone refuses to obey, he will be cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and his corpse will be divided by poisonous ants. After death, he will also go to hell forever and never recover.]"

"So," Lan Tingyu said coldly. Before leaving, he didn't intend to destroy his aloof personality———————————————————— In the future, he won't have too many problems when he recovers his nature in the arena. Some people associate "Yu Tianbao" with "Lanting Jade": "Actually, you want the Raksha card, right?" He mocked and smiled: "You have a wicked heart and a guts, and you just want to put on a show, you know what it's called?" ?"

"hypocritical."

"It's disgusting."