Ji Sanzhi's death, please form a group

Probably because there was enough rain some time ago, on the day of Qingming, the sun, which I hadn’t seen for a long time, showed its face, and the whole world was full of sunshine.

Second Young Master Lin followed the others to pay homage to Mrs. Tang, and then followed Sister Wuhui to the tomb of her mother Tang Ruyu, whom no one knew about.

From a distance, he saw Tang Aotian, who was already a little old, standing in front of the tomb, all alone.

In fact, Tang Aotian was able to stand and walk a long time ago, but no one knew about it, and he was unwilling to stand up again, because these broken legs were the price he paid for Tang Ruyu's return by using his power to harm countless disciples of the Tang sect, the price he deserved.

Now that he is made to stand here again, it means that everything is over, he is no longer the head of the Tang Sect, but only Tang Aotian.

Tang Wuhui nodded to him as a greeting, and then led Ge Shu Wugou's little loli to offer incense. There was no conversation between the two, but the deep estrangement that existed before did not exist.

It wasn't until Lin Ershao was about to leave with Tang Wuhui's sister that Tang Ao finally spoke and asked Lin Ershao.

"Wuji, is he okay?"

Lin Ershao didn't know the answer to this question, he only knew one thing, "He is still alive."

Since he and Tang Wuji can't even die in love together, it's better for them to live together, even if they live in a future without each other.

After a long time, Tang Ao sighed faintly, "It doesn't matter, no matter where it is, as long as it's alive."

After the Qingming Festival, the whole rivers and lakes became lively again, and the disciples of the major sects returned to the sects to recuperate, looking prosperous.

At this time, Cangjian widely issued famous sword posts, inviting people from all walks of life to participate in the sixth and last famous sword meeting.

Originally, the Famous Sword Conference should be held once every ten years, but in Tianbao's 14th year, a war suddenly broke out, and the sixth Famous Sword Conference was delayed until now.

I don't know if it was an appointment, each sect sent representatives to witness, Lin Ershao took a look and found that most of the people present had more or less acquaintances.

Tiance represents General Cao Yangxue and her inseparable Ye Qingqing, Chunyang represents Qi Jin and Gu Zhilan, Wanhua represents Huadujuu and Tang Wuyan, Wudu represents Ge Wengli and Tang Wule, Qixiu represents Xiao Qi, Cang Yun On behalf of Li Wuyi, the Beggar Gang represents Brother Guo Jin, the Mingjiao came from the Western Regions Meow who once disarmed Lin Ershao's epee but twisted his waist, the master of Shaolin did not know him, and the representatives of Changgemen were Yang Yinfeng and Tang Wu Liu Jingtao, the Tyrant Sword, came in person, and the representatives of Haoqi and the wicked were Mu Xuanying and Mo Yu, whose whereabouts were uncertain.

The representative of the Tang Sect was originally supposed to be Tang Wule, Tang Wuxun, and Tang Wuyan, but these people insisted on going to the conference as relatives, and Tang Wuying was busy with the affairs of the Tang Sect. Throw it to Sister Wugui, let her play as she pleases.

Zhuang Hua, who is already 56, is still as beautiful as a flower, and his appearance has not changed, as if God intends to keep his time in the best years.

"Liufeng, the sword is three feet and two inches long, and weighs 33 taels. It was supposed to be a gift for the Fifth Famous Sword Conference, but the sword embryo was not taken out for some reason. Ye Mou felt the Anshi Rebellion and recast this sword. It is also the last Forge a sword once."

"After this sword, there will be another Wuming Sword Conference in Hidden Sword Villa. Our era stops here, and the rest is your world."

Lin Ershao, who was wearing an uncle's skin, sighed, and suddenly remembered the second Miss Yun Qianxue who had been away for a long time. It was because of her appearance that the gift of the Fifth Famous Sword Conference changed from Liufeng to Xiyun.

Because most of the sects came here to witness, there were not many participants in the Famous Sword Conference. In the end, the Liufeng Sword fell into the hands of Mu Xuanying, which can be regarded as affirmation of Tang Jian's teaching of swordsmanship.

The Famous Sword Conference came to a successful conclusion. Zhuang Hua announced that she would close the Shenjian Tomb and no longer care about world affairs. Ye Hui also caught 11-year-old Ye Jinghong every day to teach him how to manage the villa and let him go slowly.

Day after day, Lin Ershao repeated the peaceful life of drinking and chatting with you today, drinking and chatting with him the next day, going to the Five Poisons today, the Beggars’ Gang tomorrow, the Tangmen the day after tomorrow, and Wanhua the day after tomorrow. I have to sigh, he, a dead house before crossing, has friends all over the world.

I don't know who said that happiness is to grow old together.

When Lin Ershao, with an old man's face on his face, got used to drinking from one after another of cold tombstones, and in the end only Xiao Xiezi, who would never grow up, was left with him, she said to him.

"Second young brother, I want to go down to find my mother, can you accompany me?"

"it is good."

Xiao Xiezi smiled contentedly, just like the innocent little loli who played hide-and-seek with the corpse in Luodao back then, "The second youngest brother is the best! We will never separate."

The blood bar is cleared, the world is gray, and the long countdown to resurrection that has not been seen in decades is familiar and strange.

After all, he missed the appointment. He could die with Xiao Xiezi, but he couldn't accompany her to find her mother. Presumably that lonely little loli must be very angry at this time.

His body was buried underground by well-meaning passers-by together with Xiao Xiezi. The pure darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything. There was nothing in this place, and time and space had no meaning.

After a long wait, Second Young Master Lin broke through the ground and burned the body of the incorruptible little Xiezi.

So far, Lin Ershao, who had nothing to worry about in the world, returned to Tibetan Sword as agreed, and entered the sword mound that had been closed for decades without disturbing anyone.

There was a dead silence in the sword mound, and there was nothing.

He walked forward slowly, and when he reached the Shenjian Tomb, he was stunned.

Zhuang Hua, who was 20 years older than him, sat quietly among countless half-finished waste swords, with a white head and yellow robe, handsome and extraordinary, astonishing and peerless, just like the first time I saw it.

Lin Ershao suddenly thought of a sentence - the years are quiet and good, and the smile is safe.

"You came."

"Ah."

Lin Ershao raised his hand to take off the Tangmen's face-changing mask that hadn't left him for decades, and his old appearance was instantly shattered, returning to his unchanging 20 years old.

He knelt down in front of the other party, not knowing how to speak, and finally could only squeeze out a title.

"Master..." Why Zhuang Hua won't grow old? It's unscientific!Have you ever traveled too?

"I'm no longer the owner of the villa." Zhuang Hua closed her eyes and nodded, her voice was as pleasant as before, "Can I see your weapon?"

Lin Ershao didn't understand what he meant, so he still handed him the light and heavy swords on his body.

His light sword is the great orange weapon Qianye Changsheng, which is the one in Ye Jingyi's hand.When Chang'an was destroyed, Ye Jingyi voluntarily sacrificed as a red-clothed saint. Zhuang Hua somehow got her sword back and gave it to Lu Yan'er as a gift.

Later, when Lu Yan'er passed away, her child delivered the sword to Second Young Master Lin after several twists and turns, and entrusted him to return the hidden sword.At that time, Ye Jinghong was in charge of the hidden sword, and when he learned the origin of the sword, he asked him to send it to Zhuang Hua in the sword mound, and Zhuang Hua forwarded it to him.

When he left with the Longevity Sword, Zhuang Hua made a promise with him that he could come back here again when he was at a loss as to where to go.

Zhuang Hua flicked the Longevity Sword lightly, smiling, "It seems that you have taken good care of this child."

But when he touched the epee, he immediately withdrew his smile, his face was filled with sadness and joy, and after a while he sighed softly, handed the epee back, and asked, "Didn't you feel anything?"

The epee on his body was the Xiaocheng Wu Zhiyan Duanchen that Zhuang Hua had helped defeat Qihun back then. It had been with him for decades, and he was familiar with every part of this sword.But now, this epee, which has been filled with hostility for many years, is like a fire from the sky, revealing a strange green sword pattern visible to the naked eye from the inside out, with a sense of familiarity.

Touching the sword pattern, he suddenly felt something and muttered, "Little Xiezi?"

With a soft 'buzz' sound, the epee trembled slightly, as if in response, which made Lin Ershao, who had never encountered such a thing, stare in astonishment, not knowing what expression to have.

"Sure enough." Zhuang Hua's voice was full of pity, "Your epee has a sword spirit, and it is no longer a mortal weapon. It's just that it's a child who is afraid of loneliness. You have to take good care of it."

"Sword...spirit..." Second Young Master Lin couldn't believe it, let me go, Xiao Xiezi has become his epee sword spirit! ?This is not a fairy sword but a sword three, right?Why do you feel like you went to the wrong set?

"Everything has a spirit, Ye is not talented, so far only Yuan has seen the sword spirit."

Zhuang Hua continued to make shocking news, and Lin Ershao continued to be refreshed in his world view—help, his patch update is not up to date, and his machine is about to crash.

Lin Ershao was about to kneel down to the world unfolded by the gods. He said that Zhuanghua is not old. It turns out that he has already psychic with the sword, separated from normal people, and embarked on the road of cultivating Taoism and immortality. OTZ wait, he suddenly remembered something One thing, Qianye Changsheng is Ye Jingyi's saber, so she won't become a sword spirit, right?

"Master, Qianye Changsheng..."

Wen Xiange knew the elegance, and Zhuang Hua understood it in seconds, "Little sister did become the sword spirit of the Longevity Sword, but when Miss Lu passed away, my little sister also left with her."

No wonder Zhuang Hua wanted to give the sword to Lu Yan'er, no wonder Zhuang Hua gave the sword to Lu Yan'er after Lu Yan'er died, because the big orange weapon without the sword spirit is just an ordinary mortal weapon.

Zhuang Hua is worthy of being a famous swordsmith, and he has the essence of striking while the iron is hot. Lin Ershao, because of too much information, is now crashing and restarting to update the patch. Zhuang Hua made the decision for him with the final word.

"Since we are back, let's comprehend the sword intent together."

So Lin Ershao embarked on an unknown path of psychic inquiry that should not appear in the traditional martial arts world like Jisan.

There was no sun or moon in the sword mound, and one day, Second Young Master Lin suddenly fell into a strange and comfortable state of half-dream, half-awake. I don't know how long it took, and suddenly heard the thunder blowing, with a terrifying and shocking power.

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the weapon with both hands, and saw that Zhuang Hua was still sitting there calmly, with a peaceful posture, but a sword floated in front of him, exuding the same terrifying threat as the sudden thunderbolt in a protective posture. pressure.

Two thunderbolts fell in succession, and the sword mound was completely destroyed. Second Young Master Lin was stunned as he kept holding the weapon—the scene in front of him was really fucking like the so-called thunder calamity of cultivators!

Zhuang Hua, what have you done!Zhuang Hua, you are too advanced! !Zhuang Hua, you are about to ruin the traditional martial arts world of Jisan! ! !

The third thunder fell, and the sword in front of Zhuang Hua finally shattered unbearably. Zhuang Hua suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, looking very bad.

From stunned to numb, Lin Ershao immediately stepped forward to support him, planning to take him thousands of miles away to hide for a while.

Unexpectedly, before he activated the Divine Movement skill, another lightning struck, and Lin Ershao, who was unprepared, was in pain on the spot, his bones and flesh were shattered.It was dark in front of my eyes, I couldn't help coughing up blood, I didn't know where to choose in the panic, and I was at a loss after the magic walk.

Of course, there is no need to be dazed in the next second, he stepped on the ground, dragged Zhuang Hua into the water by the way, and fell together.

That Dao Lei still refused to let Zhuang Hua go, he insisted on chasing after him, the long and shining lightning illuminated the strange ruins, Lin Ershao instantly recognized where it was, this was following Chang'an The underground ruins of the Qinhuang Mausoleum that were destroyed together, they are falling into the abyss that has really become a bottomless pit because of the black hole.

Seeing that the thunderbolt was about to catch up with them, Lin Ershao endured great pain to check if there was anything available in the system. The CD of Shenxing was not ready, and he could not switch the Lijing Xinfa during the battle—Lin Ershao regretted it, I should have known He cut off the heart method first and then went to Fuzhuanghua. Now it's so good that even Nai can't do it by himself.

Hastily poured red medicine into Zhuang Hua and himself to draw the blood bar to almost full, and had no choice but to resist when they couldn't even use their weapons.

Zhuang Hua was not going to sit still, a terrifying sword intent erupted from her body, and she condensed countless sword auras with vigor, and hit the thunder in the air.

Hearing a loud bang, Lin Ershao's ears roared, and he became deaf for a moment.The collision of two huge forces not far away was as terrifying as tearing apart the space, and the whole area was somewhat distorted unnaturally.

At this moment, Second Young Master Lin inadvertently noticed a prompt from the system, and suddenly he was numb.

——Your personal master Gong Ao hopes that you will walk by his side, will you go?

Tightening Zhuang Hua's slender waist, Lin Ershao pressed confirm, closed his eyes and turned on all his firewalls, and entered the S-level alert.

After a period of uncomfortable squeezing, Lin Ershao fell to the ground with limp hands and feet, and his face hurt, but don't be too familiar with the gloating voice next to him, "Tsk, what a mess, I'm so happy to see my brother again ?"

Lin Ershao was in pain all over, so he didn't bother to move. He raised his eyes and took a look at the pervert. He was dressed in an exquisite ancient costume, which was not much different from Brother Hua's dress. There were strange black lines on his beautiful and charming face. The terrible and restrained evil spirit is almost as real as it is.

If I had to describe it, he used to be a monstrous pervert, but now he is simply the final boss in fantasy novels, a magic cultivator who has fallen into the evil way.

"Ah, someone is here, let's chat next time~" The pervert is obviously very happy, "Don't worry, we have a lot of time to chat slowly... By the way, you can stay with him, he must really want to you."

The second half of the sentence didn't seem to be addressed to him, Er Shao Lin turned his head with difficulty, and saw the familiar cold face paralyzed, with mixed feelings in his heart.Before he could open his mouth, the man suddenly shrank, his body changed and disappeared, and then a beautiful and elegant black cat jumped over and rubbed his face, and even washed his face with its wet tongue.

Lin Ershao instantly petrified, he was so frightened that he stuttered, "He, he..."

A certain pervert was very understanding, and before disappearing, he smiled and left an explanation, "Tang Wuji was once devoured by a cat demon and lost a lot of memory, but don't worry, he still remembers you, and now he belongs to the demon cultivator."

Looking at the black cat for a long while, Lin Ershao felt sad. The pervert with a small belly and a vengeance is really not to be offended, and his revenge is so strong. Tang Wuji is so good that he is forced to be turned into a beast.

The love between humans and beasts is too heavy-handed, he wants to kill his love, so he overturns the table!

"Meow." Tang Wuji tilted his head very cutely, and then switched to human language, "You want to die with me, meow?"

Lin Ershao was frightened again. Sometimes too much tacit understanding is not a good thing. For example, now, "You can read minds?"

"Well, the skill attached to that cat demon, meow." The black cat jumped lightly and stepped on Lin Ershao's head, and its sharp claws stabbed Lin Ershao's scalp a little painfully, "Someone is here now, wait for your body to recover , I'll settle the score slowly, meow."

Grass!Since when did Tang Wuji acquire the attributes of a ghost animal, a pervert before a ghost animal, is this still a human life! ?fall!

Seriously injured, Lin Ershao was hit one after another, and simply passed out and fled.

At this time, he didn't know that this was just the beginning of his life, the beginning of cultivation.

The future is very long, and he has enough time to understand how unreasonable and wonderful his future life will be, but that is another story.

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