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But Lin Qiao couldn't care less about being heartbroken, the martial arts decent factions gathered together and were about to attack the mountain.

In fact, there are already signs of this.The "rival in love" Wen Ying that Lin Qiao killed earlier was the daughter of the head of the He'an Gang, the largest bodyguard agency in the world. She broke off her engagement with Liang Chunjun two years ago for unknown reasons, and was later betrothed by her father to the chief disciple of the Yanxia Sect. Xu Lingfeng, the suzerain.

This Yanxia Sect is also one of the best sects in the martial arts. There have been martial arts leaders in the past three generations, and Xu Lingfeng's teacher is also a world-renowned master.For such a proud son of heaven, the murder of his fiancée was a great shame.So Xu Lingfeng lobbied everywhere, hoping that the various sects would work together to encircle and suppress them.

At the beginning, everyone was still a little hesitant. In the past, the old devil was strong, and the martial arts encircled and suppressed him many times but failed to please him. Everyone still has a heart.Besides, now the Devil's Cult acts in a low-key manner, and there are fewer disturbances. If there are no conflicts of interest, no one wants to go to war.

But the bad thing is that at the Heroes Meeting a month ago, a few arrogant and domineering disciples of the Demon Cult mixed into this three-year grand gathering of the martial arts.As soon as everyone heard that they were members of the Demon Cult, they immediately joined the melee, and both sides suffered casualties.

The Demon Cult disturbed a grand event, and everyone was overwhelmed with anger. After listening to Xu Lingfeng's instigation, they immediately made a decision to attack the mountain and destroy the Demon Cult's lair.

Lin Qiao gritted his teeth when he learned about it, annoyed that those people caused trouble for no reason, but he didn't care much about the mob.

People only thought that the Demon Cult's vitality would be severely damaged when he changed blood at the beginning of his succession, but they didn't know that the people who replaced him afterward were all people who had been trained by Lin Qiao for a long time, and they would never lose to the previous group of bad old men with big hearts.

In the first half of the month, as he expected, the two sides were evenly matched and the Demon Sect had the upper hand, and because there were too many people in charge, Lin Qiao only sent people to provoke a little, and the people in the alliance were scattered.

But I don't know what went wrong. Three days ago, they saw through the plot and killed the undercover agent. After a short rest, they attacked the mountain tonight.

The Devil's Cult set up three cards on the mountainside, supplemented by a large formation, and half of the minions were blocked behind, but this obviously couldn't stop a group of masters and sect masters. These few elites rushed there with dozens of proud disciples. In front of the mountain gate of the "Tianjing" stele.

The members of the Devil's Cult lined up lined up, surrounded by the new leader of the Devil's Cult, Lin Qiao, who seldom showed his face.

Lin Qiao was dressed in a large black gown embroidered with gold, her long hair was tied up, and she was playing with a bamboo fan in her hand. She sat leisurely on a sandalwood armchair, without looking at her, and said: "Everyone who comes to our door today as a guest, don't Say hello in advance, please forgive me for the poor hospitality?" The high-pitched ending sound was accompanied by the evil wind.

The Shaolin elder standing at the front chanted scriptures, and an invisible hood separated everyone from the evil wind.

As soon as Fang met, there was an undercurrent of turmoil and sparks flying everywhere.

"You little thief who has been cholera in the martial arts world for many years, why bother to pretend to be stupid, today we are waiting for the righteous way of martial arts to attack you!"

Lin Qiao patted the armrest of the chair and stood up, his robe flapping in the strong wind.

"have a finger in the pie!"

Before he could finish speaking, he flicked the bamboo fan, and saw hundreds of silver needles as thin as cow hair shooting towards the opponent.Everyone in the alliance dodged one after another, but a few people were still hit. The silver needle was stained with some kind of poison, and those people fell to the ground quickly, with black and blue spreading all over their bodies.

Everyone in the alliance was startled and angry, drew their swords and rushed towards Lin Qiao.How could the disciples of the Devil's Cult let the leader meet the enemy and fight back with their own weapons.The final melee kicked off.

The elders of Shaolin, the leader of the martial arts alliance, the head teacher Chang Shan, and the head master Yanxia escaped and hit Lin Qiao directly.Lin Qiao drew out the most convenient soft sword, jumped up and met the four of them in mid-air, the soft sword with domineering internal force forcibly tore out in the encirclement.Before he could stand firmly on the ground, Lin Qiao turned around and faced the attack of the four who were chasing after him.

Lin Qiao's internal strength was comparable to any of these four, and he even had all sorts of strange tricks. He even went to the next three lanes, and it was hard to tell the winner in a one-on-four match at the beginning.

After all, it is only a few masters who have reached the pinnacle to win more with less. Lin Qiao gradually showed signs of weakness in the battle of hundreds of moves. He broke out in cold sweat, rubbed his stomach from time to time, and the sword he swung was weaker.

Like Lin Qiao, the members of the Devil's Cult were also outnumbered and fell to the bottom when some people continued to break through the maze and join the battle.

Lin Qiao wanted to run away, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the flames rising into the sky behind him, and he was horrified. Looking carefully, isn't this his residence?

Chun Jun is still there!This thought flashed by, Lin Qiao didn't care about anything else, shouted "Withdraw!", and turned back with lightness kung fu.

As soon as Lin Qiao landed, he saw Liang Chunjun standing in front of the door with his head down, not far away was the arrogant tongue of fire.Lin Qiao felt cold all over, rushed forward and grabbed Liang Chunjun's hand to run back up the mountain.

"Chunjun, there is a secret passage in the back mountain, let's go from there...uh!"

Lin Qiao turned her head in disbelief, and then felt the sharp pain in her back.

"you……"

"Hidden Sword Villa, 130 massacre of seven families, Lin Qiao, do you still remember?"

Liang Chunjun's eyes were cold and his voice was cold. He broke away from Lin Qiao's cold hand and pulled out the sword again. Hot blood splashed on Liang Chunjun's fringe of the sword, which was red and yellow intertwined, dazzling.

Isn't Chunjun one of the top ten famous swords?

Cultivate its splendor, pull it out like a lotus, look at its pattern, rot like a row of stars, look at its light, it is muddy like water overflowing a pond, look at its breaks, rocks are like trivial stones, look at its talents, it will be radiant like ice. , This is the so-called pure Junye.

I saw it before, and I secretly memorized it!Lin Qiao thought to herself and closed her eyes in a pool of blood.

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Liang Chunjun received the greatest courtesy from the martial arts as a great hero in the victory of the siege, but he locked himself in the inn, claiming to be in seclusion and unwilling to see people.

He didn't dare to sleep, and when he closed his eyes, Lin Qiao turned around and looked at him with wide-open eyes.

Lin Qiao was not dead, he knew, or he knew it the moment he drew his sword, with such a deep hatred, he still couldn't bear to finish him with a sword.

He didn't die, he was imprisoned in the prison built for him by Wulin Zhengzheng, tormented by betrayal and regret, which was much more tormented than dying without knowing anything.

Liang Chunjun tried to excuse himself like this, but he still couldn't control the remorse in his heart.He didn't know what he was regretting, probably because he didn't let that sword pierce Lin Qiao's heart.

His heart was empty, and it has been like this ever since he was cheered down from the mountain.

Hidden Sword Villa is a branch of Changjian Sect, and Liang Chunjun was once the most beloved young master of Hidden Sword Villa.There are two older brothers and one older sister on his head, so his parents have never put any pressure on him, even if he is lazy and does not practice swords, he turns a blind eye.

He originally had the happiest family, with loving parents, respectful brothers and sisters, and a harmonious family, but who would have thought that two years ago, because his father encountered a demon sect to kill passers-by, he drew his sword to help him and stabbed the wicked man to death, so he ushered in the time of death. The disaster of destroying the door.

He still remembered that bloody night, when a group of people armed with weapons broke into his house, no matter how old or young they were, they were all killed with a knife, even the servant who practiced martial arts was defeated and died miserably with just a few moves.

With trembling hands, Liang Chunjun raised the saber that had been hanging on the wall, roaring and rushed towards the leader who was standing behind his back, but he didn't even get close. past.

He remembered that person's face even in his dreams, it was Lin Qiao.

Liang Chunjun's stupor made him the only one among the 130 or eight people in Hidden Sword Villa who slipped through the net.

He was awakened by the thick smoke, and all he could see were corpses in disorder and raging fire that engulfed the house.He didn't even have time to shed tears, he dodged left and right to break out from the raging fire, kowtowed three times in the direction of home in the small woods outside the city, carrying a long sword and hatred on his back, and defected to the sect incognito.

When he was a teenager, he was lazy to practice martial arts, and would rather travel all over the world with his father than stay at home and practice sword.But after the door was destroyed, Liang Chunjun suddenly realized how incompetent he was, and regretted that he had trapped himself in the Long Sword School day and night to improve his martial arts.

As soon as the news of the Demon Cult's recruitment came out, he knew the time had come.He inquired about the news all the way, and finally stopped Lin Qiao at the door of his former home.

The old man, the old land, how ironic.He didn't know who Lin Qiao was, but he remembered his face deeply.The moment their eyes met, Liang Chunjun restrained himself so as not to crush the cup in his hand.

After all, he couldn't hold back, and brought up the massacre of the Cangjian Mountain Villa in the name of an old friend, but Lin Qiao didn't see the slightest sign of apology. He was angry from the heart, and vented the hatred in his heart for these years, until Lin Qiao was embarrassed. When talking about the topic, he suddenly realized that the task was in front of him, he paused in his heart, and brought up other things.

He originally intended to sneak into the Devil's Cult as a disciple, waiting for an opportunity to provoke and deliver news, but Lin Qiao had such nasty thoughts.

He didn't want to think about the days that followed, and he didn't dare to think about it. Any memory about Lin Qiao made his heart ache inexplicably.

He just wanted to stay in this moment forever, he got his revenge, lay on the bed in the inn and let his mind go blank, while Lin Qiao deserved to be imprisoned in a prison a mile away, suffering and living.

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After five or six days of being in such a daze, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and then a young man broke into the room.Liang Chunjun sat up impatiently from the bed, and was supported by the shoulder by the man who trotted over.

"Congratulations, senior brother, the revenge has been avenged! I heard the news and came all the way from Wuzhou, and I finally saw you. How is it, isn't it extremely thrilling to deal with that devil! Did you suffer any injuries?" Kneading around, trying to find Liang Chunjun's wounds.

Liang Chunjun brushed away the man's hand, supported his forehead and sighed: "Shang Ke. Why are you here?"

The person who came was Liang Chunjun's younger brother from the Changjian School. His surname was Chang and his name was Yisheng.But it is this kind of personality that can make friends with Liang Chunjun, who is obsessed with learning martial arts and is extremely indifferent after being changed.

Sometimes Liang Chunjun was depressed and had no one to complain to, so he would talk to this naturally optimistic little friend, and Chang Yisheng became one of the few people who knew about Liang Chunjun's past.

But today, Liang Chunjun's mind is in confusion, and he is really not in the mood to reminisce with him.

Chang Yisheng didn't seem to feel the coldness in Liang Chunjun's voice, and said to himself: "I am here this time, one is to visit you, and the other is to participate in a major event that has not been seen in the martial arts for decades-the leader decided to meet in the sky at noon tomorrow. Burn the remnants of the Demon Cult to death at the bottom of the mountain, fire sacrifice!"

Liang Chunjun stood up abruptly, his breath stuck in his throat.

"This... this... cough!"

Chang Yijun patted him on the back to cheer him up, and then said regretfully: "Unfortunately, the leader Lin Qiao is dead, and they said that dragging the corpse out to whip the corpse is enough to vent their anger."

Lin Qiao, dead?Liang Chunjun's legs went limp, and he rushed forward, his brain was in a mess, and it seemed like there was nothing.

Chang Yisheng hurriedly helped him back to the bed. He wanted to take care of the senior brother who seemed to be not quite right, but couldn't help but want to say the next thing. He mysteriously lay next to Liang Chunjun's ear: "I heard a News, that Lin Qiao is a monster! When he was just carried down the mountain, the doctor took his pulse and found a five-month-old fetus in his belly!"

Liang Chunjun grabbed him by the collar and breathed heavily, as if he was going to lose his breath at any moment.

"Say it again! Say it again!"

Chang Yisheng was frightened, put Liang Chunjun down, and covered him with a quilt: "Brother, go to sleep first, I'll find a doctor for you."

Liang Chunjun struggled to get up, his eyes were bloodshot, he grabbed Chang Yisheng's sleeve and shouted over and over again.Chang Yisheng had no choice but to touch his sleeping point, and then he escaped.

"If I can conceive your flesh and blood, can you not leave me?"

"Ah!!" Liang Chunjun broke free from his sleep.In the dream, Lin Qiao had a sword stuck in his heart, hugged his high abdomen, stared at him with wide eyes, and his voice was full of pleading.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" Liang Chunjun held his head in pain, convulsing all over.

Suddenly, he stood up with a dull expression, took the sword hanging by the bed, and left the inn quietly.

Liang Chunjun knew where Lin Qiao was being imprisoned and had always known, but he had never paid a single glance to him.

Now he finally saw him, lying obediently and quietly on the wet and cold floor, curled up in a ball, probably too cold.

Thanking the guard who opened the lock, he slashed hard on the back of the neck the moment he turned around, and said "offended" with a nod.Liang Chunjun took off his outer shirt and covered Lin Qiao's body, pressed something under his tongue, and lit a stick of incense.

He held Lin Qiao in his arms and waited quietly.

After a while, there were several falling sounds outside, Liang Chunjun stood up mechanically, and walked out with Lin Qiao in his arms.

The abbot of Shaolin came pacing from a distance. He originally wanted to come and save the dead at night, but he saw a figure coming out of the prison with something in his arms and heading west.

He yelled "Stop!" Unexpectedly, the man fled with his lightness kung fu.The abbot noticed something was wrong and flew after him.

was found!In a panic, Liang Chunjun chose a road up the mountain by mistake. Seeing the familiar willow forest in front of him, Liang Chunjun paused, laughed three times, and accelerated his speed to sink into the lush forest.

The abbot chased here and wandered around in the woods like a headless fly. Anxiety arose in his heart, and he saw the man come out of the willow forest and go up the mountain along the narrow path.

Silly boy, won't you hide in the woods!The abbot was a little inexplicable about the sudden thought, he touched his bald head and stepped up to catch up.

The two started a chasing battle in the mountains. Liang Chunjun ran faster and faster with the wind blowing under his feet.

After chasing to an open flat ground, Liang Chunjun stopped, and the abbot also slowed down, stopping three feet behind him.He saw that the few steps ahead of the young man were empty, and this place was a cliff!The abbot felt bad.

"Amitabha, the donor should not go any further."

The man turned around, only then did the abbot recognize that it was Liang Chunjun who had stabbed Lin Qiao with a sword that day and allowed the alliance to win a complete victory.Looking down, the abbot was stunned. What was he holding in his arms, Lin Qiao?

Seeing that Liang Chunjun was silent, the abbot said again: "What is the intention of the benefactor to steal the body of Master Lin?"

The mountain wind whizzed past the two of them. It took a long time for the abbot to hear Liang Chunjun's response. His voice was faint and he couldn't hear his emotions: "Master, he has been... already punished, can't he be let go? ?”

The abbot was a little speechless.During the discussion, he didn't agree with those people's suggestion of insulting Lin Qiao's body, but saying anything at the moment seemed to be an excuse.

"The benefactor is kind, but why put yourself in danger?" Kill and save.

Liang Chunjun knelt down with a plop, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a boy who just fell in love, shy and showing off.

"He is my wife."

As he spoke, he solemnly planted a kiss on Lin Qiao's icy forehead, and then lightly kissed her clothes, which could not cover her slightly raised belly.

I'm late, little one.

After finishing all this, he put Lin Qiao aside and kowtowed three times to the abbot.

"I hope the master will be successful." Without waiting for the abbot to respond, Liang Chunjun put Lin Qiao in his arms and jumped down from the cliff.

The abbot was caught off guard and chased after him, only to see the figure disappearing quickly.The abbot couldn't bear to close his eyes: "Amitabha"

The long and deep Buddha's name echoed in the empty valley.

Liang Chunjun felt severe pain all over his body. He struggled to sit up, saw a completely unfamiliar environment, looked around, but did not see Lin Qiao.

"Where is this!"

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