C11 Evil Spirit

In his heart, the world could be said to be exceptionally wonderful. Despite his youth, his heart had experienced something he shouldn't have experienced. The shadow of Bloody Cliff Village was like a gloomy cloud. They stayed on the top of the sword for a long time.

Why were there so many massacres in the world? Why are there so many struggles in this world? Why did they fight and kill each other? "So what if you are a sovereign?"

These countless questions swirled around in his mind. Just what was life for? Like Master Feng, he did not care about worldly affairs. Misty in the mountains, carefree outside the world. Absorbing the spiritual energy of the world to nourish the vast taiji. At such a young age, the sword had already been exposed. He had actually thought of wholeheartedly cultivating the Dao.

A thousand variations, a thousand variations. The root of intelligence never changed.

Her benevolent heart was deeply embedded in the heart of the sword and book. Shi Sanniang's profound teachings made the book sword seem like an unpolished jade. In the light of the wind and the serene thoughts of the Taoists, it was carved to be as gentle as it was firm and gentle.

The autumn wind was bleak.

And the boy's heart was always happy.

Even though his sword hadn't reached twenty yet, he was still curious about the happenings around him. Fortunately, during his ten years of martial arts training, he had the happy company of the little loach.

Thus, the two youths' childhood should have been spent in incomparable happiness.

Now, Xiu Wen Zhu had joined. This caused the two youths' hearts to once again light up.

Their ages were about the same, and Xiu Wen Zhu's figure was graceful and elegant. With every movement he made, he carried the shy and gentle appearance of a little girl. Sometimes he pretended to be stupefied, and sometimes he acted as gentle as water. From her body, the sword recalled the look of her mother. He immediately felt extremely close to her. Xiu Wen Zhu's accidental glance made Book Sword's face turn red. He tried to change the topic.

And the little loach's optimism and optimism had always affected everyone. He was a lonely youth. He had seen the world cold and warm. There are a few people who love each other now. In the heart of the little Loach. This was the greatest happiness in the world.

The addition of the Sacred Hand Scholar, Du Le, made these youngsters feel extremely gratified. They were young and inexperienced youths. Xiu Wen Zhu was still young. However, his experience in the martial arts world was higher than his book sword.

When Xiuwen Zhu was thirteen, it was a coincidence. Master Yu Hua Mountain's Jiu Rushan, Master Jiu Rushu, was already old and had already closed the door and closed the mountain. But he saw that Xiuwen Zhu was intelligent and extremely intelligent. He then made an exception and used the Pure Maiden Sword, the martial art he was the most proud of. He taught it to Wen Zhu.

Time and again, Jiu Ru Shi out of the mountain visit friends. He told Wen Zhu not to mention anything to his master. Wen Zhu also bid farewell with tears streaming down her face. Come down the mountain. Meet the winter plum, the autumn chrysanthemum, the heart orchid. Together, they were taken under the command of the Kongtong Sect's Yunyang Zi.

From then on, Mount Kongtong. Meilan's chrysanthemums were shining brilliantly.

Afterwards, Yun Yangzi was controlled by Dongfang Xiao. With a drastic change in personality, the Plum Orchid, each branch its own path. After Xiuwen Zhu left, he ran towards Jiangnan Plum Garden. She grew up in Jiangnan, every blade of grass and tree in Jiangnan. In her memory. So beautiful.

After Yun Yangzi found out where Wen Zhu was, he entrusted the Plum Blossom Pile and the Eldest Manor Lord to send Wen Zhu back to the Kongtong Mountains. Because of Yun Yangzi's influence, Mei Da sent Xiu Wen Zhu to Mount Kongtong overnight.

Afterwards, the matter of Booksword Yue Ye saving him occurred.

Xiu Wen Zhu smiled and said, "Big Brother Shu Jian, if Mister Mei didn't capture me and bring me back, you wouldn't have met me. If you didn't meet me, we wouldn't have met. Since we don't know each other, then we can't be together now!"

The book sword had yet to open its mouth. The little loach shouted, "Th-this is called fate. If you have come a thousand miles to meet, then you have no fate, no destiny …" "That … that thing with no fate …"

For a moment, he scratched his ears and cheeks, unable to recall what had happened.

The Sacred Hand Scholar Du Le laughed, "If you have been fated to meet up for thousands of miles, it would be hard to hold your hand in front of you."

Du Le continued, "Shujian Mansion is kind and kind, but Wen Zhu is also extremely intelligent." He looked at the sword and the bamboo. Satisfied, he said, "Such a natural born pair."

Wen Zhu comforted him: "Uncle, when we get home, we'll change the medicine. The blood bat poison in the tiger's body will enter its lungs, and I still have three antidotes. When we go back, we'll give it to him once a week, supplemented by the lotus seed soup." In about thirty days, it would be completely healed.

Old Man Liu and Old Man Zhang knelt down in gratitude.

Old man Liu pulled Hu Zi behind him, "Thank you, thank you, Lady's saving grace."

Du Le stretched out his hand to help Old Man Liu up, "The martial arts world is full of trouble, the people who suffer are just the common people. "Hurry up and leave!"

In the past, Yun Yangzi had given the Plum Orchid five antidotes to the blood bat's poison. Fortunately, Wen Zhu was by his side.

Old Man Liu, Old Man Zhang, bowed again.

Just as he was about to return, he suddenly heard a scream from behind him: "Hahahaha, a virgin sword cultivator named Wen Zhu, long time no see. Sect Master Yun has searched for you for many years, you really are looking for a place with broken iron shoes, obtaining it without any effort ah!

In the past, when the Plum Orchid left, Yun Yangzi had roped in an expert in martial arts, and now he was under his command. The demons and demons were one of them.

In the previous fierce battle, the Sprite lost to the book sword, and was moved by the book sword's righteousness.

Everyone looked up and saw two black shadows shooting down from the sky.

Same thin, same black.

The same sword.

Even their expressions were the same.

Cold as ice, his eyes were sharp and cold.

Xiu Wen Zhu saw that the embroidery on their chests was "large" and "charming". It was the Phantom Shadow of the four masters.

The scholar also guessed a bit about it. He indicated to the dagger that it should be careful, and the dagger nodded.

"It didn't take much effort to get what I wanted. Why did another two come after just two?" The little loach shouted, "You, who are you people …"

The two men in black looked at each other. One of them looked at the little loach. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Who is it that sent you to your death? "

The young Loach was full of vigor, "You two dark horse eggs, you make people angry, and I don't even know you, why send me to my death?"

"My father and mother don't even have that right. You guys are nothing …" The little loach was insulted by the newcomer. There was no trace of politeness in his words.

The taller man in black was a big shadow. He saw that the young boy in front of him was completely unaware of the depth of the heavens and the earth. "Yes." "Then I'll let you know how you died."

Swallows pierced through the clouds, their swords flying over.

Swift and powerful.

The little Loach only felt its vision blur as it raised its head to dodge. A cold wind blew past him. A strand of long hair floated along with the wind.

The little loach was startled and touched its forehead. "His scattered hair fluttered in the wind. Heh, the Dark Horse Egg is real. " When he opened his eyes. The shadow seemed to be sneering.

The little mudfish has been alone since childhood. He had long since gotten used to the scornful glare from many people. However, the little loach saw the look in his eyes. Instead of fear, he felt that the other party was mocking him. Instead, he relaxed. "Stand firm." What are you looking at? What are you looking at? You've cut off a strand of my hair and you think it's amazing! His body was covered in skin, and he was received by his parents. "How could it be something that you, the Dark Horse Egg, wanted?"

Big Shadow shouted, "What a blabbermouth, I'll cut off your tongue."

With a swing of his sword, he moved up and down, left and right. It was abnormally fast. You block the little loach's escape route. The little Loach only felt a breeze before its eyes. The tip of the sword went straight for his nose.

In the Clear Wind Monastery, the small Loach was small and thin, and its main feature was that it was good for resting. After that, he learned the Swallow Darts of Daoist Yifeng. In a battle between experts. He was clearly at a disadvantage. Faced with this situation, the little Loach could only flee. Maybe he could get away with it.

The little loach lowered its head to the ground, ready to escape at any moment. The sword was divided into four forms. The north, south, east, and west were like flowers scattered by heaven, covering all directions.

The little loach had nowhere to run, under the fierce attack of the big shadow. "It's getting more and more dangerous." With a "zheng" sound, the little Loach couldn't dodge the sword and its right shoulder was pierced by the long sword. The little loach shouted, "Black horse egg, this is serious! I'm not afraid of you." Even though he said so. Under the command of Big Shadow, he was still flustered.

The small loach opened its mouth and cried out, "I'll cut off your tongue first." The little loach had just dodged the sword strike, and this time, it was unable to dodge or evade. "Shut your eyes and scream." Big brother, save me. "

There were two clear sounds of "Dang, Dang". The little Loach only felt a cold light flash before its eyes, dazzling like a flower.

When he opened his eyes, there was another person in front of him. He was handsome and imposing. It was the book sword. The calligraphy sword was full of Essence, and it was very dangerous to see the little Loach. Jump into the circle and use all your strength. The long sword was sent flying up, and the sharp sword broke into two.

This time it was Big Shadow who looked the young man up and down. This person had effortlessly used the strength of two fingers. Break the sword. They could not be underestimated.

"Indeed, this young man is outstanding. May I ask which sect or sect this young master belongs to?"

At this moment, Enchanting Shadow also walked over. "Big Brother, let me do it. These yellow haired kids really don't know their limits."

Phantom Shadow pulled out his sword and pointed it at the book sword, "Good kid, let me try."

He leaped up and the sword energy descended from the sky.

The sword moved with the force of the wind, pouncing towards his face.

His swordplay was sharp and steady.

Fast and overbearing.

Every time the book sword made contact, a sense of peace appeared between his eyes. He had never argued with the other party in his heart. He just wanted to subdue her. And the power of the Great Melancholic Fist. In the hand of the book sword, he displayed it skillfully.

When it's strong, it's strong. When it's weak, it's weak. Every time they fought, the book sword would have an endless amount of compassion fusing into each move. Just click.

This time, when Phantom Shadow looked into Shu Jing's eyes, under the eyes of Wuwei, Phantom Shadow's ruthlessness, for the first time, he felt that the other side's eyes were accepting and accepting. At that moment, his eyes were filled with confusion. He actually did not dare to look straight into Shujian's eyes. It was like winter's ice melting under the sunlight.

The sword moved to the side, dodging the incoming sword. Seeing the blurry look in Enchanting Shadow's eyes, he seemed to have understood something. He flicked his finger towards the sword again, but this time, he didn't use all his strength. The sound of swords clashing rang out. It was not broken.

The book sword took the opportunity and knocked on Enchanting Shadow's wrist twice. Unable to hold it tightly, Phantom Shadow's sword fell to the ground.

Everyone saw how the sword managed to subdue the phantom image in one move, and they all cheered. Wen Zhu was also in high spirits as he clapped.

Phantom Shadow was shamed, but it was strange.

This hitman had been unstoppable his entire life, but right now, he did not even have the thought of fighting to the death with the book sword.

He stared blankly at the big fellow. "Big brother, big brother …" He didn't know what to do.

"Of course." "You two, thank you."

The evil spirits were under the command of Yun Yangzi. Countless deaths. He was known for his ruthlessness and ruthlessness. This time, his double folded wings were held by the sword. Facing the elegant youth in front of him. Where does my face lie?

"Haha …" The book sword cupped his hands and smiled. "The two of you, since ancient times, grievances have not been easily resolved. The high or low level of martial arts are not used to kill people, but rather to punish those who are strong and those who are weak."

When Qu Ying saw Phantom Shadow's unsettled expression, he muttered, "Second Bro, what happened to you …"

"The Phantom Shadow seemed to be deep in thought, and mumbled to himself after a while." Brother, we have traveled in the martial arts world for so many years … He was actually inferior to this young man in front of him. We, we, we were wrong. "

"Second Brother, yes, we, we were wrong."

At this moment, the autumn wind suddenly stopped.

The autumn wind also seemed to be satisfied.

The Saint Hand Scholar Du Le laughed. Looking back at the distant rivers and lakes, the Thousand Li Cave Ripples. To turn evil into good will is still like Buddha. "

An empty Buddhist chant floated in the autumn wind.

The two of them immediately understood.

The calligraphy sword naturally had an extra sense of peace in it as he looked at Xiu Wen Zhu.

In the autumn wind, bamboo standing in the wind, the autumn wind blowing, graceful. He smiled at the sword.

This feeling caused a thought to form in his heart.

Just like the autumn wind.

Coming and going was natural, but what about the people in the autumn wind?

It was the same. It was the same.

Fit to nature in the autumn wind.

In the martial arts world.

"..."