[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

It was midsummer, but the temperature in the desert was frighteningly low.There was no wind at night, but Tan Zhao had goosebumps out of thin air. He looked up at the silent swordsman beside him, and said the first sentence: "Ximen Chuuxue, why did you come?"

Ximen Chuuxue was holding the sword, and the wind and sand could not shake him a bit. Hearing this, he thought for a while and said, "Come for Ximen Rui."

Ever since the sword competition at the top of the Forbidden City, there have been rumors in the rivers and lakes that Ximen Chuuxue's ruthless sword has reached perfection. Whether he has a sword in his hand or not, since he is a ruthless sword, everyone else is no different from ordinary flowers and plants in his heart. Therefore, he is indifferent to his wife and children, and indifferent to his friends. He can live aloofly with one sword and one sword.

Tan Zhao had heard all kinds of rumors.But he still feels that Ximen Chuuxue's ruthless swordsmanship is not absolutely ruthless, and he is not a real god if he is called a sword god. If he is really transcendent, then he can just shatter the void and go away, and why play with ordinary people like them.

So he bet that Ximen Chuuxue would come, but fortunately he did come.

"Then, what do you want to do?"

Ximen Chuuxue was startled, Lu Xiaofeng also asked him this question when he came here, but he didn't answer, but now... he clenched the sword in his hand, and gave his answer: "I'll take him away."

Tan Zhao was no exception to the typical sword god answer: "And then? Are you going to take on the responsibility of being a father?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him, the man's face was extremely serious, and there was something in his eyes that he had never touched before. He felt that he needed to give a sincere answer, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word of promise.

He already had his own sword, and he could hold nothing else.

Tan Zhao snorted lightly, and did not hide the sarcasm at all. He just told Ximen Chuuxue that he looked down on his swordsmanship. Why should you be a father: "You and Yu Luocha are really father and son. The father is ruthless and the son is ruthless. But you knew this a long time ago, so why did you give birth to Rui'er? It is better not to raise Ruier than to raise him!"

The eavesdropping Lu Xiaofeng covered the little ancestor's mouth, thinking that brother Tan really dares to say anything!Anyone in the world who said that would probably be decapitated at this moment, only brother Tan is special, calm down when I go to Ximen, and don't draw your sword out of its sheath!

"You were like this three years ago, and you will still be like this three years later. Ask yourself if your sword has made any progress in the past three years!" Tan Zhao was also forced enough by the father and son: "Don't say that your swordsmanship has reached its peak. There is no end to learning. Your sword is fast and sharp, but it..."

Lu Xiaofeng only heard the last three words from Night Breeze: "It's the end!"

I go!Tan Zhao, you are crazy!But even if you are crazy, wait until you leave the Western Regions. If Ximen is annoyed, we will definitely not be able to get out of the sphere of influence of the Rakshasa Sect with our little ancestor!

"you!"

Ximen Chuuxue clenched the sword in his hand for an instant. It was heavy and cold, and it had grown on his body like his hand.Before that, he returned to the village from Wudang and retreated for four months. After leaving the customs... he didn't make any progress.

He wanted to refute, but the facts were far more real than words.

Lu Xiaofeng had already closed his eyes and waited for a sword fight, but he did not wait for a long time, and finally only waited for Ximen Chuuxue's words: "Tan Zhao, you should learn sword."

The tone was unexpectedly unprecedented.

Tan Zhao felt that it was not a pity at all. To him, it didn't matter if he learned sword, knife, or whip. If learning sword would make people become like this, then it would be worth not to learn this sword: "Really? I think I don't have much talent for swordsmanship."

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"Shouldn't you be the one you should ask the most?"

Ximen Chuuxue was noncommittal when he heard this, of course he always introspects himself, and also trains his sword heart every day. There is no other person in the world who has learned swordsmanship: "What if there is no answer to the question?"

Tan Zhao said: "Then enter the world, put down your sword, if you can't ask one person, then ask thousands of people."

Lu Xiaofeng gasped, he lowered his head to look at his little ancestor, but at some point Ximen Rui had already fallen asleep, lying in his palm, afraid of freezing the child, he took off his cloak and put it on, and then... His position was exposed, or the two over there finally didn't want him to listen anymore.

Lu Xiaofeng hugged the child and smiled awkwardly, then turned and disappeared into the night.

There were fewer people listening to the wall, and the two became more casual. Tan Zhao even sat on the sand dune. The dark night and yellow sand can dig out people's despair, but it is also breathtakingly beautiful.

"How do you know I'm not in the WTO?"

"That's easy!" Tan Zhao picked up a small stone and threw it on the sand dune in the distance, and the sand dune swallowed the stone in one go: "There is a ready-made teacher right now."

"Who?"

Tan Zhao laughed at the thought: "Your son, Ximen Rui."

**

The yellow sand of the Western Regions can corrode people's hearts, and it can also cleanse the emptiness in their hearts.There are tourists and returnees here, but in this land, the Rakshasa Demon Cult is naturally the most entrenched.

No one can shake its position, and no one wants to try the consequences of offending it, especially after the Flying Tiger Hall, which was as famous as it three years ago, was completely crushed without even a splash, and its status as the overlord of the Western Regions has been lost. No one questioned.

As long as Yu Luocha is alive, he will be the uncrowned king of the Western Regions.

After hearing Tan Zhao's plan, Lu Xiaofeng no longer knew how to look at this friend. He stared at him, looked up and down, and finally said in surprise: "Brother Tan, Luo Although Brahma acts strangely, once it falls apart, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Of course Tan Zhao knew: "Lu Xiaofeng, you're thinking wrong. In this world, if you are united for a long time, you will be divided, and if you are divided for a long time, you will be united. How do you know that it is best to unite?"

Lu Xiaofeng already understood Tan Zhao's meaning, one family alone is fine, but several families are more able to restrain each other when they fight, old friend, you are going to make a big deal!

"No, no, let me do it first!" Lu Xiaofeng patted his head, and finally regained his train of thought: "No, I admit that your method is feasible, but you are thinking too well, you can Could it be that Master Yu couldn't think of things that came to mind?"

"I know he wants it, but if I don't gamble, will I have to live in his shadow for the rest of my life?"

Lu Xiaofeng saw his old friend looking at the dim sky, with a kind of free light in his eyes.If he changed places, he might also choose this path. The routine of feigning death and incognito is not suitable for people like them, just like if there is no wine and beauties in his life, then there is no difference between him alive and dead up.

It depends on what kind of life is worse than death.

But he didn't want to watch a good friend go to die: "If you do this, have you ever thought about Rui'er?"

Tan Zhaozhen nodded, "Why do you think I said that to Ximen Chuuxue yesterday?"

...Damn it, you have thought so comprehensively, so you spread rumors for him to come over: "You are so capable, what do you want me to do?"

Tan Zhao smiled: "Yeah, what are you doing here, it's a lot of trouble!"

Lu Xiaofeng exploded in an instant: "Tan Zhao and we are not good friends anymore, if we are good friends, take this sentence back, do you hear me?"

"not good!"

"Tan Zhao, with you like this, it's easy to lose my loyal friend."

"Please lose!"

As soon as Yu Yiba came in, he saw Uncle Meimao chasing after his second uncle, yelling, and Xiaoyu, who had been a leader for a day and was quite mature, said, "Uncle Meimei, you are such an adult, how can you be blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. !"

... This day is really impossible!

The uncle and nephew showed similar smiles, and Uncle Lu was so angry that he flipped out, not knowing where he was going.

"Hey~ What kind of rare thing is this?"

Ximen Rui is holding a wooden object in his hand, which looks like a mechanical plaything, but it is made of high-quality fragrant wood, which has the effect of calming the mind and soothing the mood. It can be said to be worth a thousand or two thousand gold in the Western Regions, a good thing!

The little ancestor put it in his arms with a look that you don't want to covet it: "This is Ruier's, they gave me a birthday present! It can make voices!"

"I can still grab it from you, it's so good to hide!"

"Hmph! Didn't you snatch too little? The little wooden sign in the wooden box is almost gone! There was half of it left yesterday!"

Tan Zhao: ...

What are you doing with such a ghost!But it's better to be smart, at least you won't be cheated by others.

The two of them didn't talk for a while, when a subordinate from outside came in a panic, seeing Tan Zhao and Ximen Rui, they knelt down and said, "Report to the leader and guardian, Ximen Chuuxue... Ximen Chuuxue came in! He said that my teacher robbed his Boy, say yes... say you want to wash me with blood!"

Ximen Rui was taken aback, this routine was a bit familiar, and he couldn't understand what it meant after thinking about it for a while.

But he was small, even if he didn't understand, he was led away. The scene changed instantly, and when Ximen Rui realized it, he had already been carried on the shoulders of the cold swordsman, and the surrounding yellow sand was everywhere. He heard the voice of his second uncle.

Children are the most sensitive. Thinking of the appearance of the second uncle today, they suddenly yelled: "Put me down! Let me down! I want the second uncle, you stinky father! Let me down!"

It's a pity that children's strength is too small. For a swordsman who travels across the rivers and lakes, this little strength is really too weak.The child was quickly suppressed, only the sound of whimpering in the wind of yellow sand was heard.