a ruthless swordsman

220.

Ning Qianzhong said: "Aren't you going to tell me the whereabouts of the fragmented scroll?"

I said, "I'm telling the truth. It's true that I'm not with you. You're looking for the wrong person."

Ning Qianzhong sneered, and immediately put his palm into the cage.

He had long nails, and the silver rings were around the base of his fingers, and they slid to the knuckles and then to the fingertips with a slight movement.

The silver light flashed, the nails cut through the skirt of my shirt, pierced the flesh of my shoulder, and the ring instantly embedded itself in my flesh and blood.

"Young Master Chang was spoiled and spoiled, how can he endure this heartache?"

I didn't answer, and kept awake by the stimulation of pain, secretly operating my dantian.

He was not in a hurry or annoyed, as if he was brewing some other way to tease me in his heart, and even left the grotto with a smile on his face.

I don't know how many hours have passed, but I have been grinding the tough rope mechanically.Ning Qianzhong came three or four times on the way, and if he didn't get the answer he wanted, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

His method is to follow the same pattern, showing up with the face of the people around me a few times, but the sharp weapons pierced on my body are only increasing.

I was dizzy with hunger, and my mouth was parched from lack of water.

So repeatedly, my patience was exhausted in his teasing again and again.

The fingertips of my ten fingers were in pain, the thick rope was slowly falling off, and my muscles and bones were extremely sore. I took a deep breath, gathered energy in the palm of my hand, and snapped open the iron cage.

No matter how many future troubles there are, for me, the benefits of the ruthless formula still outweigh the disadvantages.

The trouble is this stone gate.

I can't push it away, and I can't hear the sound outside.

This place is probably a sub-rudder of the Dead Wood Sect. I saw the simplicity of the Dead Wood Sect last time in Beijing. Even the leader Jiang Yufeng slept on the simplest stone bed, and the rest of the people looked up to him.

I closed my eyes and walked around the iron cage in a dozen steps. The general structure was no different from that in Beijing.

I searched all over the walls but couldn't find the mechanism, the stone door trembled slightly instead, I hurried back into the cage and hid the iron rod I broke just now behind my back for self-defense.

The sky is gloomy, I don't know what day it is.

Whose face did Ning Qianzhong borrow this time? Previously it was Xie Ling, third senior brother, my father, and Lin Qing, but this time it might be the senior senior brother.

In the previous competition with Xie Ling, the broken sword can be regarded as a sword.

So today, a half-broken iron rod can also be used as a sword.

"Xiao Chu?"

Ning Qianzhong's steps were getting closer and closer, imitating the third senior brother and calling my name.

I listened to his footsteps with bated breath, and shot suddenly before he approached the iron cage.

This move instilled [-]% of my internal strength, I knew in my heart that I might not be able to defeat him, only by putting all my eggs in one basket can I gain the upper hand.

The force of the palm wind made my wrist numb, and half of the iron rod was sent straight into Ning Qianzhong's chest in an instant!

what happened?

He was completely defenseless!

221.

I was stunned for a moment, only to hear the person in front of me groaning in silence, his palm covering the iron rod, the bite mark on the tiger's mouth faded into a thin light red scar.

It was the imprint I left on the hands of the third senior brother who was in pain that day.

Just by looking at it, my whole body became hot and cold, my hands and feet were weak, my whole body trembled, and the iron rod fell to the ground with a slam.

222.

No matter how painful the love affair is, it is not more painful than a cold weapon piercing the heart.

A hand was caught in a pool of blood.

"Xiao Chu...don't cry."

Only then did I realize that there were more than one wound on his body. The blood on his lower back soaked through his outer shirt, and gradually merged with the blood on his chest.

Ning Qianzhong couldn't get any benefit from fighting him, so he tried his best to refine his skin texture.

Is there a way out for a person whose heart and lungs have been pierced?

I do not know.

His blood was getting cold, and he tried his best to lift the only finger on his body that was not stained with blood.

I couldn't hear what he said, and knelt down in a daze.

"Does it hurt?"

The wounds Ning Qianzhong left on my body were all in the open, looking horrifying, the third senior brother raised his eyes and covered all the wounds in his eyes.

However, the shocking blood puddles on his lower abdomen are a hundred times more terrifying than those messy blood holes on my body.

"No..." The voice squeezed out of my throat was hoarse and unpleasant. I clearly wanted to say something, but my breath would not be steady for a while.

He slowly let go of Taisu Sword's hand, and the blade fell to the ground with a clang.

This time, Third Senior Brother finally stroked my face.

"Live well."

He said.

223.

I knelt on the ground, my five senses were extremely sharp in the empty grotto.

Ning Qianzhong.

I glanced around in a daze, put the Taisu sword behind my back, walked out from the stone gate, and saw Ning Qianzhong who was slowly waking up.He got up staggeringly, before he could use his kung fu in time, the hidden weapon hidden in his sleeve was ready to go.

It's a pity that his silver needle has no chance to show up again.

The scabbard flew out of the sky and severely injured Ning Qianzhong's knees. He couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, clutching his knees and screaming in pain.

I squatted down and broke his neck with one hand.

224.

The road back to Jianzong was long and far away, I was not good at riding a horse, and I didn't have any money on me, so I took my third senior brother and walked to Cuifeng Mountain step by step.

On the way, I met a senior brother who came to look for me.

The senior brother's eyes were shattered, and he lost his voice: "Flying geese!"

Then there were more reactions, a man who was about to become a father immediately had red eyes, "Little Junior Brother, your injuries... Take a break, and give Third Junior Brother to me."

I said, "No."

The way home was shortened by half, and when I stepped into the threshold of Jianzong, it was just the dawn.

It's very similar to the day I died in my previous life.

The ancestral hall was eerily quiet.

I said, "I did it."

My dad slapped me.

He told me not to talk nonsense.

I said, "That's true."

Resurrected from death, predicting the world, how can we not pay the price.

225.

Xie Ling received an urgent letter to go back to the mountain halfway. As soon as he arrived at Xili City, he turned around and went straight to Baicaomen.

Sister Mu and the old sect master were invited to Jianzong by him.

It makes no difference to me whether they come or not.

My mother has shed a jar of tears these days, which is my disobedience as a son of man.

She was standing by the table with a porridge bowl, and said softly: "Xiao Chu, let's have some porridge."

"Aniang, I'm not hungry, you go and do your work. I'll stay with senior brother for a while, so don't call me if you have nothing to do."

226.

The night before the old sect master arrived at Jianzong, two unexpected guests came up Cuifeng Mountain.

Jiang Yufeng stretched out his hand to touch my temple hair, and told me to dodge it cautiously, and withdrew his outstretched palm in mid-air.

I looked at Jiang Yufeng coldly: "I killed Ning Qianzhong, you want to avenge him?"

He shook his head and introduced me to the thin man beside him.

Zhuang Yingrong said it was the right protector of the Dead Wood Sect.

I don't know this right protector before, I only know that he is good at using poison and good at medicine.

……and many more.

My brain may be rusted, I don't care what kind of thoughts he has, I take a step back and let the two of them go in to visit the third senior brother.

Zhuang Yingrong said, the third senior brother is not helpless.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and drove the two of them away.

Jiang Yufeng took a deep look at me: "Chang Xuechu, you should trust me once, for yourself."

227.

The old master talked about a lot of pharmacology that I couldn't understand, in short, he came to the same conclusion as Zhuang Yingrong.

I wanted to believe it, but I was afraid that they would unite to lie to me, hanging an empty bag, so that I would not be able to grasp anything until I died.

228.

Cuifeng Mountain was dead silent.

I didn't hear anything outside the window, and locked myself in the same room with my third senior brother.

This went on and on until an early bird kicked open the door.

That early bird was named Xie Ling.

I numbly listened to him pretending to say a series of enlightening words, and rolled my eyelids: "It's over? You go out."

Xu Shi's attitude angered Xie Ling. He clenched his fists and said with red eyes, "Axue, why do you have to torment yourself like this? Li Yanxing is so important to you?"

"Yes."

I lifted the Taisu sword, walked slowly in front of Xie Ling, and said with a blank expression: "Whenever love comes, it is hard to let go."

Xie Ling was startled, and said in disbelief, "Axue! What are you talking about?"

The point of the sword touched Xie Ling's lapel, I lowered my eyes and said softly: "Brother Ling, don't put your heart on me. In my heart... the most unforgettable."

229.

After Xie Ling left, I seemed to have a piece of my mind that had been suppressed for several days.

Since then, Jianya has become my residence, and I will never forget the last words the third senior brother said to me.

"Live well."

Live at least another year.

I lived until the day in my previous life, when Jiang Yufeng slaughtered my whole family.

230.

My mother is the only one who can step into the sword cliff.

I have no face to meet my father, but I can barely be a child in front of my mother.

She always came to see me with a smile, holding my favorite pastry in her hand, and she would leave only when I finished eating.

I enjoy it every time.

Whether it's sweet or salty, or spicy, or bitter, it doesn't matter.

I never told her that I couldn't taste the pastry until about two months ago.

God bless my father, let him stop at the third level when practicing the Ruthless Art.

This is the consequence that comes with the fourth layer.

People with distracting thoughts can't practice the ruthless formula. My heart is entrusted to a quiet place, and my chest is empty, so how can I be affected by my mood.

The secret of cultivating the ruthless sword has never been to have a pure mind and a cold temper.

The so-called ruthlessness is to walk through the secular world once, and then wash away the world of mortals.

Once you have tasted the taste of being tempted, you will know the pain of forgetting love.

In this way, there is a chance to practice the ruthless sword.

231.

Another winter.

These days I often think, if I hadn't lived a new life, would the third brother in the previous life have saved his life and lived a good life.

Trading lives for lives, whose life is exchanged, and which life's life.

If my mother hadn't reminded me, I would never have remembered that today is my birthday.

One year passes by in a hurry, last year and today are only one year apart, but it seems like a lifetime to me.

I had a very long dream.

The third senior brother was armed with the Taisu sword and broke into the sword cliff unexpectedly.

Dreaming is commonplace for me, and he can't appear in front of me, so he often breaks into dreams to meet me.Every time I wake up from the dream, I always want to cry, but Ruthless never gives me this chance.

I had no choice but to pick off a bamboo leaf indifferently and put it in a box for preservation.

More than half of the year has passed, and the sealed bamboo leaves have grown together with the internal strength. Now I have taken out the third box.

When Li Yanxing in my dream taught me how to use the sword silently, or stood under the eaves and listened to the rain with me.

But he suddenly said: "Xiao Chu, senior brother told you to wait, if you are annoyed, just vent your anger on me."

"...Brother?" I opened my mouth with difficulty, and only spit out these two words.

Li Yanxing in the dream nodded: "Yes."

It's just that I drank some wine on my birthday, I never thought I would have such a beautiful dream.

In this dream, the third senior brother stood in front of me intact. I stripped off his coat, put my palm on the circular scar on his chest, and asked tremblingly, "Senior brother...does it hurt?"

After so long, what happened that day is still vivid in my mind. I, a coward, don’t dare to think about it, so I can only ask him in my dream.

He shook his head: "It's all over."

At that moment, I suddenly broke through the invisible restraint of the ruthless art in my dream, hugging his waist and crying loudly.

The third senior brother who saved his life was as taciturn as before, so he just stayed with me in Jianya.

In the severe cold of winter, I curled up in his arms to keep warm after practicing sword every day, even though I didn't feel that cold.I threw the box into his arms, and told him my experience in practicing Wuqing Jue this year, then hugged him and murmured: "Brother, now I will no longer be troubled by Wuqing Jue, every time I dream of As soon as you come back, grab a leaf from the bamboo forest outside and put it in, you see."

He shook his head, took the box, and stared at it for a while.

I looked at his heroic cheek, relying on the fact that I was in a dream, I cautiously approached him and said, "Senior Brother, I miss you so much."

Because it was a dream, my words were confused, and I often blurred two lifetimes. I also talked about the things in the previous life, so that he listened full of doubts, but he never asked.

For some reason, when I kissed him, his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was at a loss for the first time.

Maybe it's because I'm dreaming.