God [Ancient Sword]

Fang Qimo originally said that he would go to Luofu with Ah Fu, but in the end he didn't go.

Feeling very reluctance in my heart, scratching my heart and lungs like a wild cat, trying to pretend to be careless on the surface, only preparing all kinds of items for the trip, and then eagerly watching my nephew turn around with the things and leave, returning to Chongluo Feng waited for the moment of departure - he couldn't help feeling depressed that the bigger the child, the less cute he was.

But as long as the indifferent words of senior brother sitting by the Fufeng Pavilion, holding a teacup and looking sideways echoed in his mind, his agitated heart was as cold and stiff as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.In fact, the elder brother didn't say anything, he just reminded him, but it made him feel as desolate as those brilliant things were burned to ashes... He said, don't be nervous, that is Lian Yunsheng's child.

In this world, there is such a person, just a name is enough to deter the common people.

No matter what other people expected, at this moment, the tall and tall young man stood quietly under the extremely prosperous flower tree, slightly opening his eyes as if he was feeling something.Xuan Ting's brows were frowned, and his face showed a bit of bewilderment that he couldn't understand, but the ancient, distant and ethereal voice in the altar was still persistently annoying him.

"What did you see? Tell me, what did you see?..."

Perhaps the things he witnessed were too grand and grand, and even now after waking up from the dream, he still couldn't escape the shock——Ah Fu stretched out his hand, and the layers of his clothes fell like clouds of smoke, revealing those pale and slender fingers that even he couldn't escape. I don't know how to tremble.

"I haven't had such a dream for a long time." He said in a low voice.

Since Changchun said that there is something familiar in his body that is deeper than the soul, he didn't worry about it too much, but at least some unexplainable questions fell on his mind.He meditated under this tree day and night, listening to the noisy Changchun chattering endlessly about the stories before the creation of the world, about the chaotic three thousand demon gods' leisure and supernatural powers. Putting my own origins to sleep, it's rare to meet a freak who is also hated by the law of heaven and who is outside of reincarnation, and I feel a little bit of sympathy for each other.

However, Ah Fu never thought that one day, he would be affected by the chaotic atmosphere unintentionally emitted from Changchun's breath, and become obsessed, and even be dragged into the deadly dream from ancient times.

This time, he saw that it was not the creation of the world, but the evolution of the way of heaven.

What kind of changes must this world undergo to give birth to gods?How did the gods create creatures, and how glorious was that distant era?What kind of magnificent picture does the world's most primitive force of nature create?However, no matter how wonderful the scene was, it was a tribulation for him.He was almost lost in it, and he was not sure whether he really existed in that world, because the confusion and sorrow of the ancient chaos that he could feel were so clear and profound—he was sure that he really felt it. The wind pierced through one's perception, smelled the fragrance of a flower thousands of years ago, and touched the gurgling water in the infinite illusion.

Even his thin and fragile soul body couldn't withstand the whipping of that power. Many times he thought that he would be torn apart by the ancient power, but there was always an unknown power in the depths of his soul, which took his three souls and seven souls to pieces. The soul is firmly fixed, no matter how harsh the wind is, it will not fall apart.He thought, that is probably the familiar thing Changchun said.

Then he woke up.But I still can't remember what I saw before I woke up.

He was sure that it must be an existence that he wanted to engrave into his soul and would not forget, because the remaining perception in his chest was so crazy and desperate, but he just forgot what it was.

Perhaps Ah Fu has always been so calm, now that there is such a major emotional rift, Changchun is so curious, so even though he is left out, he still pesters him to find out what he has to say.

Ah Fu thought for a while, and dryly asked: "If the dream makes you feel very real...what is the reason?"

Without further ado, Changchun said, "Because it is real!" The tree froze for a moment, "Wait! What did you dream about?"

Ah Fu pressed his head that was throbbing with headache, and barely uttered two words: "Honghuang."

The longer you are awake, the faster the memory of the dream fades.Those grotesque scenes broke into pieces, and they couldn't stay in his consciousness for a long time. When he opened his eyes, everything that shouldn't be kept was destined to disappear, and he couldn't keep it.

Changchun slowly waited for him to recover, and said after a long time: "Your background must be extraordinary..."

"It's not a dream that can cause you to suffer such a serious injury. If it's not the truth engraved in your soul memory, or you really walked through that dream yourself." Changchun said quietly, "Under the order of the world, the only one who still has the palm The only ones capable of dreams are the Nightmare Tapirs, but the Yaozu has fallen to this point, and they definitely have no ability to shape such dreams. You refused to tell me your origin, and I can't judge."

This is what surprised Ah Fu.The Changchun tree is also an existence that has lived from the chaos for an unknown amount of time, but it cannot see through his origin.It was as if the nine-fold thunder steps on the Immortal Terrace destroyed his immortal bones and body, and cut off the vitality of his body, so this soul also existed alone like a rootless weed, and everything in Mianshan had nothing to do with him.

Speaking of his origin now...Fenglai came from the sycamore tree on Mt.Thinking of the phoenix that sang loudly on the tree, and the god who was so tall that he couldn't remember his face, which part of his chest was restless, as if he wanted to burst out of his chest, he subconsciously grasped his clothes tightly with his hands, the more Thinking deeply, Dou Da's sweat kept slipping down more and more.

"Then, is this dream my own memory, or, did I really go there once..." he murmured.

Why is that piece of chaos so attractive to him?Or, why is that ancient age always trying to summon him?That's right!Some perceptions are not clear, and only when you stand on the center in person, can you understand the truth-but he can't tell, what's wrong with it!

After a long, long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, regained his composure, and even reached out to straighten his messy clothes.

"The last time I experienced such a dream, I was still in the heaven..." Ah Fu said softly in a vague way.Half lament and half self-deprecating.

"Hey, are you really going to tell me?..."

Ah Ruo put down his hand on his chest, raised his head slightly, and looked to the west.

——Just now, her lotus seeds were agitated.

A bond deeper than the soul, something that will not be obliterated even after samsara, because she inherited the will of Qinghua Shangshen to stay in this world, did she also feed back that throbbing to her?

"This has made me realize more clearly than this that I am incomplete." She pulled the corners of her mouth, made a smile, and murmured in a voice softer than a whisper, "You did What, can arouse the repulsion of lotus seeds?"

Even with the deepest and broadest spirit, what wraps this will is still a child who is soft and waxy and might be punctured if touched.Ah Ruo turned his head, and those teenagers who were secretly looking at her blushed suddenly, and hurriedly looked away.

There are two situations in Luofu Sword House.One is the birth of the fairy sword, and the sword appraisal meeting hosted by the Luofumen, the sword cultivators in the world will not be willing to miss it once.The other is that the sword hut can be used as a trial place for young people if it has enough aura to open up on its own.Because at this time, most of the hidden swords that can choose the master in them are "dead swords" that once possessed the will of others. In fact, they can also be said to be similar to the secret realm of Jianzhong. People can read more to increase their knowledge.

Of course, Ah Ruo was not the only one who went to Luofu from Chicheng Mountain.There are also teachers from other mountains on this trip, otherwise, even if Master Qingwei is willing to let her go on the road alone, the principals of the mountain gate will not be at ease.But along the way, because of her father, very few people dared to strike up a conversation with her, which was quite funny.

The cloud boat shuttled through the air, the spirit stone inlaid on the boat shone faintly, and the talisman formations recorded in those hidden places were low-key and flooded the stream, and all the sounds of hunting wind were left in the distant place. The supernatural powers of the ground are really amazing.

He didn't say anything all the way, but he was stopped near the gate of Luofu Mountain.

The man with the sword hanging quietly in the air, with his hands behind his back, stared lightly at the people in Chicheng Mountain who were about to draw swords in the cloud boat. With so many textures.

"I'll come and see Lian Yunsheng's daughter." The corners of the man's lips tanned, and his face seemed to have an expression, but his brows and eyes were as calm as dead water, as strange as painted skin.With one hand, Ah Ruo felt lighter and lost the ability to control her body. When everyone was caught off guard, she seemed to be drawn by something, and fell straight into the man's hand.

"Junior sister!"

A weak didn't panic, he knew that the sum of all the people here couldn't be worth a single finger, so he didn't resist at all.She obediently sat on his arm, allowing the man in front of her to pinch her calf, then pinch her arm, stared at her face for a while, and then put his hand on her face again.

"Lian Yunsheng gave birth to such a thing?" The man squeezed and squeezed, and said, "It's worse than the last time."

This man's evil spirit was really heavy.If Lian Yunsheng is so sublime that people can't look directly at him, then this person in front of him is so trembling that people dare not look at him.The long, jet-black hair was simply scattered behind him. The hair was extremely hard, and it felt like cold iron to the touch just by looking at it.Bronze-colored skin, and a slender figure, but the loose robe can't hide the muscles that are too tough for a swordsman.What is even more difficult to ignore is the hostility that comes from his bones!

His whole being was a sword—a bloody, devouring sword.Those long and narrow eyes, with black pupils, were even engraved with a deep scarlet glow.With this sense alone, no one doubts that he is a demon cultivator!

"I've met the real Canghua. Daddy asked me to say hello to you." Ah Ruo's voice was still soft, and it was inevitable that there was a bit of a childish voice, "It's windy here, how about senior take Ah Ruo back to the boat?"

As soon as the word "greetings" came out of my mouth, the man in front of me, who was so scary just standing there, had a blank expression for a few seconds, and then he snorted and snorted coldly: "Little baby is quite polite." , if Lian Yunsheng is the kind of person who is willing to look at people straight in the eyes, would he put himself in that situation?"

That being said, with a thought, the flying sword fell steadily down the cloud boat.But he is not suitable for expression, even if he smiles, it seems that his skin and muscles are layered, so that he looks extremely hideous.

"Your name is A weak?" Shu wondered again, "Do you know me?"

With a bit of interest, he watched the doll wave his hand to his fellow disciples on the boat, put down the sword and go about his own business without being nervous, and completely ignored him so he had to finish the gesture on his own, then turned his head and said innocently: "Daddy said that Ah Ruo will definitely meet some seniors when he comes out this trip."

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a while, and the man subconsciously pinched her waist again, feeling good in his hands: "Who else?"

"Same as Moxiu is Daoist Canghua. There are blood patterns on his sword that are easy to recognize. Daddy said to call Ah Ruo to let you know and let you fight again in ten years. The monk with the lotus pattern on his forehead is called Senior Yingzhen. A weak can ask him for a glass of clear water. There is a female cultivator named Yidan who likes to wear purple hairpins and hairpins. If you want to give a gift to A weak, A weak must not accept it... Well, you will also meet enemies. Dad said as long as Just follow the seniors."

Master Canghua narrowed his eyes and stared at this extremely presumptuous little thing, only to see those bright almond eyes looking at him without blinking, without the slightest fear... unexpectedly, he was so surprised that he didn't have any anger.

Knowing that he couldn't hold back his curiosity and ran over to look at it, he fell into Lian Yunsheng's trap, but right now he didn't want to just throw the lump on his arm away.Probably the guy in white knew his daughter's charm from the very beginning, so he downplayed it so much that he didn't even indulge his worries.That's exactly what happened.

For most of his life, his hands were stained with blood and countless enemies died. The first time he saw the daughter of a half-mortal enemy and half-confidant, his heart softened for the most part, and his mind was full of thoughts about whether he should also get such a one.

The author has something to say: 12.30

Guess, did the boss just dream about it, or did he walk through it himself?

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