After the master's ascension

Nanling Zhuzhou County is approaching the Lantern Festival, and the streets are full of joyful atmosphere.

However, Zhu's oil and grain shop dismissed the last employee and closed the door early.Since the Zhu family came to Zhuzhou County five years ago, they have been in the grain and oil business.

The door was about to be closed all of a sudden, and the surrounding people were quite puzzled, so they asked with concern: "Shopkeeper Zhu, why are you going to close the door so well? Is there anything important?"

Shopkeeper Zhu was rather rich, and when he smiled, he couldn't see his brows. He cupped his hands cheerfully and replied, "To be honest, I'm going to see my son. I haven't seen him for five years, and I don't know what's going on now... "

"That's a good thing, when will you come back?"

Shopkeeper Zhu waved his hands again and again, and said with a smile, "Maybe I won't be back."

After saying goodbye to the neighbors who were questioning, shopkeeper Zhu carefully locked his grain and oil shop.He carefully wiped the dust on the lock, and then slowly walked back to his house in the alley.

He dropped the door bolt, and all the smiles on his face disappeared, instead, there was an inexplicable calmness and solemnity.

The structure of the house is very simple, the main room for receiving guests is facing the gate.Shopkeeper Zhu was sitting on the grand teacher's chair in the middle of the main room. His expression became cold, and with that rich and kind face, he looked a little unusual.

He is waiting for someone, waiting for a doomed ending.

Hastily and orderly footsteps came, and then, the door opened with a bang, and the fragile door bolt really couldn't stop the wolf's footsteps in the slightest.

Nine-petal lotus patterns, white shirts and disciple uniforms, and long swords, the four rushed in with their swords in hand. They formed two teams and greeted the one behind them.

Finally, the man walked into the courtyard with big strides. He drew out the saber at his waist, and a dark light flashed at the tip of the sword.

In the center of the courtyard, he stopped, with no expression on his face, and began to routinely count the crimes of the person in front of him.

"Zhu Yu, the remnant of Rong Sheng's mansion, sneaked into the prefectures and counties for five years, and colluded with the monster clan."

He bit down every word clearly, and said: "This crime should be punished."

Shopkeeper Zhu just sat firmly in the teacher's chair. He didn't seem to hear any words that the man said, but just stared blankly at the wooden sign hanging high in front of the main room door.

A simple wooden sign with a few simple lines on it.It was the sign he carved carefully with his own strokes, and he also accompanied him through the five years in Zhuzhou County, whether it was long or short.

Now is the time to say goodbye.

After listening to the just and solemn sentence, he finally shifted his gaze to the group of uninvited guests casually.

"A thief shouts, catch a thief."

He had no expression on his face, no resentment, no panic, he just stated the facts in a flat manner.

Hearing this, the person in charge suddenly felt upset, and he suddenly noticed the wooden sign hanging on the door.

The same thing was hung in front of Zhu's grain and oil shop. Thinking of this, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes.

Pa——with a flash of silver light, the long sword slashed across the tether, and the wooden sign fell straight down, splitting in two.

Shopkeeper Zhu just quietly looked at the jackals at the door who were making fun of their prey.He had thought that he would feel endless resentment and sorrow, but only now did he realize that there was nothing.

It's just that, with evil spirits in power, there is no justice in the world.

He could naturally see that this group of people just wanted to have fun with the anger of their prey.But the people of Rong Sheng's mansion naturally couldn't fall into the position of Rong Sheng's mansion.

There was no wave in his heart, but he maintained all his decency without the slightest struggle.

Swallowing the hot tears in his eyes, he closed them.This group of dirty things doesn't deserve him to take another look.

The sound of a sharp long sword piercing through the air came, shopkeeper Zhu straightened his back, closed his eyes, and silently waited for the final fatal sword.

As the cold blade pressed against his neck, shopkeeper Zhu's heartbeat was not in the slightest, and there was only a calmness of relief.

He thought, I don't regret my death, I have my own successor.

But the deadly blade stopped, unable to get any closer.Immediately, there was the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground, and shopkeeper Zhu suddenly felt his eyes light up.

He slowly opened his eyes, but saw a person walking slowly outside the wide open door.

It was a tall young man in black, but the black cloak was in a familiar shape, embroidered with dark eagle patterns, flying with the wind.

That is, the eagle-pattern cloak specially made by Rong Sheng's mansion.

For some reason, shopkeeper Zhu's eyes became hot, and the scene in front of him was blurred by tears.He shed tears in a daze, without the hindrance of tears, his vision was clear again.

The young man in black buttoned the hood of his cloak, but he could still see the heroic and sharp eyes.

He pursed his lips slightly, opened his five fingers slightly, and the countless spirit patterns on the palm of his palm flickered, vaguely forming a formation.

Yin Yuanshan once said that in the heyday of formations thousands of years ago, formation masters only needed to move their minds slightly to form formations in their hands.

There is no need to draw talismans on the spot, the real formation technique is to follow the heart, all spirits are sent by it, and all things are used by it.

"In the past, I could only watch Rong Sheng's mansion collapse and the eagle emblem replaced by nine-petal lotus."

The young man in black opened his lips slightly, ignoring the Yao Pavilion disciple who was stabbing with a sword at his side, the spiritual power in his hand circulated slightly, dragging the man out of the main room.

A long trail was dragged out on the ground, but the man had no ability to resist, and was dragged out alive like a piece of rag wiping the ground.

The sword beside him was already hanging above his head, but the young man didn't give them any winks at all, and still walked straight ahead.

"And now, the real war has just begun..."

Jianfeng still did not fall, and the remaining four people were also imprisoned by an inexplicable force.They were thrown and slammed into the wall.

As soon as they landed, before they had time to spit out the blood, the four of them were mercilessly dragged towards the door.

Things that are an eyesore should be rolled as far away as possible.

When did the disciple led by Yao Pavilion suffer such a great humiliation? Blood was spilling from his lips, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you? How dare you be so arrogant!"

The young man's footsteps stopped, and he turned around slowly, his eyes were as cold as looking at a dead person.

He said, "Lu Li, Lu Wangyu."

Lu Wangyu, as early as five years ago, these three words became a nightmare in the cultivation world.

At that time, during the battle of Ascension, the nine-fold thunder tribulation, blood-stained Chengyang.The steep peak that reached into the clouds was razed to the ground and completely erased from the world.

There are more than a hundred elites in the Yao Pavilion, and more than a hundred monks in the righteous way, but none of them descended to Chengyang Peak.

This matter is a taboo that Yao Pavilion keeps silent, but everyone knows it, and these disciples of Yao Pavilion naturally know it well.

But they never expected that five years later, the name would ring in their ears again, like the whispers of evil spirits.

No, he is an evil spirit!

Devil, back from hell...

After the rolling and crawling figures of Yao Pavilion disciples completely disappeared from sight, Lu Wangyu finally had a chance to take care of the shopkeeper behind him.

He turned around, and the first thing he saw was the broken wooden sign on the ground.Bending down to pick it up, I saw a few simple lines painted on it very clumsily, forming a rough bird head pattern.

The eagle emblem of Nanling is often drawn by special craftsmen.

Now that Rong Sheng's mansion is broken, the remaining people can only rely on their own memories to copy the beliefs they tried their best to hold on to.

The swallows in the banquet capital never returned, and the eagles in Nanling fell. It was as if the wings of all the things flying in the sky were broken.

I will not do it again.He sighed softly in his heart.

Shopkeeper Zhu has already rushed to him, he was a little embarrassed, but still took his work carefully.

I am old, but I can't remember or engrave such a complicated thing as the eagle emblem...

Holding the wooden sign, there seemed to be a faint hope in his eyes, and he asked cautiously: "Lu Shaoxia, I don't know that you were the one who fought in Chengyang five years ago..."

Lu Wangyu saluted and said, "Exactly."

Although he is an ordinary mortal, shopkeeper Zhu also knows the events that caused a sensation in the whole world back then, and even as an old person in Rong Sheng's residence, he knows more.

He smiled and nodded, but there were tears in his eyes.His voice was trembling with excitement, and he hastily invited his benefactor into the house.

When Lu Wangyu sat down, he had recovered his usual kind smile and warmly made a cup of tea for this junior.

He babbled on, talking over and over about great heroes and promising young men.

Lu Wangyu held the porcelain cup silently, but did not drink tea in a hurry.He raised his eyes and said earnestly: "Master Zhu, the transportation channels you maintain have been discovered by Yao Pavilion, and they are no longer safe..."

"Look, do you need a temporary break?"

Shopkeeper Zhu's hands were still moving sharply, but upon hearing this, he sighed softly: "Young Master Lu, the situation in the virtual prison is not optimistic. Rong Sheng's mansion has collapsed, and we can barely hold on to the delivery of some fragmentary supplies. If we continue to Once it is broken, they will be completely finished..."

"Yao Pavilion knows it when they know it. Every line is one-way. If I die, the successor can immediately take my place. They can't kill them all..."

"My son is in Nanling..." He quickly wiped away the muddy tears from the corners of his eyes, held up a smile, and said as if he didn't care, "As a father, I naturally can't be cowardly."

Lu Wangyu's hand stopped slightly, he was stunned for a moment, but he repeated softly: "Your son..."

"My son is in Nanling, and he hasn't returned for five years."

The shopkeeper Zhu was chatting about family affairs, and stretched out five short and fat fingers to gesture, as if that disobedient boy just didn't love home and didn't go home.

Although there was a relaxed smile on his face, the tears in his eyes showed the indescribable pain in his heart.

The bloody past, the more understated it is, the more painful it will be.

But Lu Wangyu couldn't bear to persuade him anymore, he felt his throat was tightly blocked by something, so he could only raise his head and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Then don't stop, and I won't let Yao Pavilion come again..."

"Besides, I came to visit, but I actually have one more thing to ask..."

The two discussed for a long time, until the sun set and the sun fell into the mountain depression, Lu Wangyu bid farewell to shopkeeper Zhu.

Shopkeeper Zhu watched the tall figure walk into the warm yellow sunset, the eagle emblem on the cloak seemed to dazzle his eyes, and tears filled his eyes again.

In a daze, he saw the child, who was so high-spirited before.

The eagle-pattern cloak was also so free and awe-inspiring on him.

After seeing off Lu Wangyu, the empty hall was silent for a long time, and finally there was a choked sob.

My son is in Nanling, and he will never return in this life.