[Comprehensive martial arts] It's not easy to be an actor

Sometimes, Qiao Sheng would also hate dreams.

He seldom hates anything, in the eyes of most people, he loves life more than anyone else.

Love the sunrise every day, love everyone around you.

This was the case with the sword master in the past, and it is even more so now.

But now, Qiao Sheng closed his eyes tightly, struggling desperately in the dream.

The past life seems to be a vast abyss, it can swallow everything, and make all emotions silent in an instant——

"Master Jade." Qiao Sheng wins the snow in white clothes, but his expression is calm.

Calmly as if able to see through everything.

It's a pity... In fact, he can't see through anything, the eyes of the person in front of him are filled with gloom, but under the gloom is a profound calm.

Yu Luocha's expression was indifferent: "Master Sword has come all the way to find me, what's the matter?"

His voice is still the same as before, with a bit of sarcasm, and a bit of coldness unique to this season.

Qiao Sheng was almost frozen.

No one has ever talked to Jian Zun like this, except for this person in front of him...

Except Jade Rakshasa.

His disgust was almost written between his eyes and eyebrows, without any speculation.

"I..." Qiao Sheng lost his voice.

He already regretted that he had traveled thousands of miles to find Jade Rakshasa, just because right now, it was the first time he felt like a thorn in his throat.

"How's the Demon Sect doing these days?" Qiao Sheng heard himself ask.

While secretly cursing his own stupidity in his heart.

What is Kehao?

This time when I sent a letter to the Devil's Cult, Yu Luocha didn't even reply to the letter, but she still went to the appointment as scheduled...

It is already passed over.

"Very good," Yu Luocha smiled indifferently, his eyes turned slightly on Qiao Sheng, and finally fixed on the decoration on Qiao Sheng's scabbard: "Jianzun, this trip is I want something from you."

Qiao Sheng was taken aback: "Say it."

"Raksha card." Yu Luocha's voice was faint.

Qiao Sheng was stunned, and he shook his head instinctively: "I've never seen any Rakshasa cards."

"I gave it to Jian Zun to make sword tassels before, but now it's time to return it to the original owner." Yu Luocha's tone was still cold and indifferent, he stretched out his hand, as if all this was just an insignificant matter .

After a long while, Qiao Sheng lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh. The smile lost his former charm and was more helpless and self-deprecating: "The leader...can't wait to draw a line with Qiao?"

That's right, for such a long time, there has been almost no time when Yu Luosha took the initiative to find him.

All the people who betrayed their relatives in the rivers and lakes just to follow him, even almost lost the leader of the martial arts alliance.

But still can't get Jade Raksha to turn around.

Perhaps in the eyes of those who don't like it, all this is just a kind of trouble.

Qiao Sheng smiled, with a hint of indifference on the corners of his lips, he nodded and said, "Return the property to its original owner."

With a slight force in his hand, he tore the Rakshasa card off the Cangyun Sword, and Qiao Sheng offered it with both hands: "If you knew it was a Rakshasa card back then, Qiao would not accept it."

Yu Luocha didn't say anything, just took it and stuffed it into his bosom, his expression still indifferent and alienated.

Qiao Sheng looked at Yu Luosha, as if he wanted to see people into his bones.

He thought, maybe this glance is the last in this life.

He can no longer bring himself to be humiliated, no matter what, he is the master of swords in the martial arts world.

"Jianzun recently, have you ever seen Senior Minghuo?" Yu Luocha suddenly asked.

The topic changed a little quickly, Qiao Sheng was slightly taken aback: "No."

"Senior Minghuo has already lived in seclusion, and all this is because of Master Jian's reckless actions." Yu Luocha stood in the windy mountain with his hands behind his back, his expression was a little mocking, his eyes fixed on Qiao Sheng, and he said with a faint smile: " If some obsessions are not let go, they will only harm others and yourself, so why hasn't Sword Master understood it for so long?"

Why haven't you figured it out yet...

Listening to Yu Luocha's words, Qiao Sheng felt that his whole body was about to be cut in half by the bitter cold wind.

Why haven't you penetrated yet?

Yunyin Mountain almost collapsed, and my master was imprisoned by me and could no longer enjoy this life, even the emperor...

They never had the slightest intersection with themselves.

After being betrayed by all relatives, only the only pillar in front of me is left.

But the person in front of him sneered and mocked: "Why can't you understand it?"

Perhaps for the person in front of him, all obsessions are nothing more than an obsession.

Why bother.

Such a good sword master, why did he have to go this far?

Qiao Sheng closed his eyes slightly, as if giving up on himself.

Too many emotions overwhelmed him in an instant, almost cutting off everything in Qiao Sheng.

"Senior Ming Huo asked me to bring a word." Yu Luocha's voice was cool.

It was very far away in Qiao Sheng's ears.

Qiao Sheng heard himself laughing wryly: "What are you talking about?"

"The relationship between master and apprentice is gone, I hope Master Jian will do it for himself."

Everything, grace and righteousness.

Qiao Sheng in this life is nothing more than a sinner who has committed the whole world.

Qiao Sheng looked at Yu Luocha's resolute gaze, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

The word love harms others and oneself.

It's just a glass of wine, and when it's cold, it's gone, but it's also drunk for life.

When you are so disheartened that you don't feel it, when you become numb, you no longer have feelings.

Qiao Sheng nodded slightly, with a calm expression on his face: "Qiao got it."

Yunyin Mountain still has order and strictness. If the order is strict, it must be better than the one brought by myself.

At this point, there will no longer be a sword master in this world, nor will there be that martial arts leader who makes people in the world laugh at him...

The look in Yu Luocha's eyes was cold, he nodded slightly, and said in a sneering voice: "Since that's the case, Master Sword, there must be no need for any further contact in the future."

He turned around, and the mountain wind howled and blew his blood-red robe.

Qiao Sheng looked at it, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

The Cangyun sword has been released, and it makes a mournful clang.

It's a magic weapon... as if he could sense the sadness and determination in Qiao Sheng's heart.

With the sword across his neck, his heart was cold, so he couldn't feel the cold temperature on his neck.

Qiao Sheng closed his eyes and swung his sword down without any hesitation.

In a trance, it seemed that Yu Luocha shouted angrily and anxiously: "Aqiao!"

How could it be... Qiao Sheng sneered.

The world turns to darkness.

If there is an afterlife, I only wish not to be trapped by love.

Yu Luocha suddenly turned his head, with an indifferent expression on his face, looking at Qiao Sheng's corpse.

A gust of wind suddenly passed by my ears, and when I came back to my senses, "Jade Rakshasa" had already knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

In front of him, a man in red was carefully holding Qiao Sheng's head, as if he was trying to stop the bleeding.

His expression was so devout, and his usually indifferent eyes were full of concern.

Mu Wushuang tore off Yu Luocha's mask, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "He's dead."

With a wave of his hand, the Raksha card in his hand fell to the bottom of the cliff: "I can't save him."

Yu Luocha didn't seem to hear it, his clothes were stained red with blood, but he was still persistently holding the dead body in front of him, as if to warm Qiao Sheng a little bit.

Mu Wushuang suddenly felt bored in his heart, he stood up and looked at Yu Luocha and said coldly: "You..."

"You want to die." Yu Luocha said every word, his voice seemed to come from hell, and his expression was like that of Shura.

Even with his back to Mu Wushuang, Mu Wushuang could feel the cold killing intent on Yu Luocha.

He knew who this person was, it was the Jade Rakshasa he had pretended to be, if it wasn't for him, he would never have driven Sword Master to a desperate situation.

Yu Luocha turned around, and he held Qiao Sheng's body with one hand, as if he was afraid of disturbing him: "You are Mu Wushuang, the master of Changyang Gate."

He said this sentence, every word.

"Yes." Mu Wushuang smiled coldly.

His hands clenched slightly.

"Why did you kill Aqiao?" Yu Luocha asked, her voice was as calm as deathly silence.

Mu Wushuang suddenly felt very cold, this attitude was more intimidating than rage, he could almost feel the pressure exerted on himself, it was the killing intent: "Everyone in the royal family deserves to die."

Yu Luocha watched him for a long time, no one saw how he moved, only Mu Wushuang's body was bent down in an almost terrifying posture.

And in an instant, Yu Luocha had arrived in front of Mu Wushuang, his hand was as sharp as a blade, and he was pressing right in front of Mu Wushuang: "You are looking for death."

Mu Wushuang smiled.

In the next second, Yu Luocha's hand penetrated Mu Wushuang's eye socket.

There was darkness in front of him, Mu Wushuang could barely feel the sharp pain piercing his heart, he just smiled and said: "If the leader is not wise, how can I take advantage of the emptiness?"

The temuscle was broken, followed by the hamstring.

Yu Luocha tortured Mu Wushuang silently, and the moment his ribs were broken, Mu Wushuang lost consciousness.

Yu Luocha carefully held Qiao Sheng with one hand, as if afraid of disturbing him.

The corners of Qiao Sheng's mouth were pursed, just like the angry look when he was joking before.

Yu Luocha actually remembered a lot of things——

For example, when the two played chess, Qiao Sheng's eyes would always be filled with beautiful gleams, and he would occasionally make a pot of tea, his slender fingers were clean and beautiful.

There was also a martial arts competition, but I can't think clearly about the specific process, I just remember that time...

I am happy.

The long-lost happiness.

Almost all barriers and barriers were smashed away.

why exactly...

Giving up on Qiao Sheng just like that?

If we responded earlier, would this tragedy never have happened?

Yu Luosha hugged Qiao Sheng tightly, as if it was the whole world.

But he was still lost.

At the last moment, he lost the person who loved him the most in the world, the only person who loved him.

From then on, in this world of mortals, there is only the leader of the Demon Cult, and there is no Jade Rakshasa anymore.

After many years, people no longer mentioned Qiao Sheng's name.

He is like a person in all history, submerged in the torrent of history, and only very occasionally, people will think of the sword master of Yunyin Mountain. .

As for Jade Rakshasa, he has become a taboo.

It is a taboo for people in the martial arts.

The leader of the Demon Cult is ruthless.

It is also said that Jade Rakshasa has no heart.

Because no one has ever felt Yu Luocha's emotional ups and downs, he is like a Shura who really walked out of hell, decisive in killing and ruthless.

He is the most perfect leader of the demon sect, but no one has ever remembered that he also had such a time when he was so unrestrained, and he also had a name, Yu Luocha.

Later, these legends disappeared.

Too much time has passed, and on the unofficial history of martial arts, there are only a few strokes——

"Yu Luocha, the leader of the Demon Cult. He died at the age of 33."

There are also storytellers who sang: "I think back then, there was such a story between the leader of the demon sect and the sword master of the martial arts..."

"What, you want to hear?"

"Hey, after all, it's a pity that there is no good result in the end."

The audience sighed and left.

Only time is silent and moves forward silently.

"Okay?" Yu Luocha frowned to wake Qiao Sheng up, and wiped off the sweat on his face as carefully as possible.

Qiao Sheng dodged back subconsciously, then paused silently, and slowly drew a beautiful smile: "It's okay."

"Chuuxue's birthday today." Yu Luocha was silent for a moment, and chose to change the topic.

"Are you going to Qingyang Tower?" Qiao Sheng was very interested.

Yu Luocha laughed: "Yes, this year has passed, but the time for Gucheng and Chuuxue's sword competition is approaching."

"It's okay...they'll be fine." Qiao Sheng paused and said seriously.

"Get up, the season is cold, Aqiao remember to wear a big cloak." Yu Luocha said, reaching out to help Qiao Sheng tidy up his inner coat.

Qiao Sheng stared at Yu Luosha for a moment, then stretched out his hand to embrace him, closed his eyes, and exchanged a shallow kiss.

The atmosphere was just right and warm, and a smile flashed across Qiao Sheng's eyes——

Fortunately, fate is merciful.

And we will meet again after a long absence.