The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

The wind drove the torrential rain to sprinkle the city of Sichuan, and the clouds pressed down lightly and the sound of thunder was Yin.

The violent wind and showers swept down with the sound of thunder, and the bamboo sea swayed into waves visible to the naked eye.

In the boundless heavy rain, there were only a few figures standing.

They stood in front of a tombstone, the rain was heavy, and their clothes were soaked, but no one left.

The rain ran down his cheeks. The young man in purple wiped his face. The rain on his face was wiped away, and soon it was silently occupied by the heavy rain.

His eyes were flushed, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether what was raging on his face was rain or tears.

"sorry."

The silence was too long, and it was he who finally started the conversation.

"It's useless to say I'm sorry? Everyone is gone!"

After the Miao girl yelled at him, without waiting for his answer, she squatted down and hugged her legs, and buried her head on her knees.Two brightly colored snakes crossed and swam over, spitting at each other, and their triangular heads gently rubbed against the girl's hair.

"I'm sorry for what you want to say—" The girl's voice was broken into pieces, and gradually weakened in the heavy rain.

The woman in green with a guqin on her back walked forward slowly, past the young man in purple robe who was full of guilt, stared blankly at the tombstone in front of her, her red lips trembled, but she didn't say a word.

The young man in gold was at the front of the figure, half kneeling in front of the tombstone, reaching out and gently stroking the name on the tombstone.

The tombstone was originally newly erected, but after being washed away by the rain for a long time, the name "Tang Wule" engraved on it became more and more clear.

"It's not your fault, why should you blame yourself." Clutching a silver mask tightly in his arms, the young man's voice was deep and undeniable.

"But......"

The purple-robed youth imitated the Miao girl's movements and squatted down, beating his head remorsefully, "He shouldn't die, he shouldn't die, this has nothing to do with him—"

"If I had known earlier..."

The rain and fog filled the air, and the name of the friend engraved on the tombstone could still be seen dimly in the tearful eyes.

"How long have you not been back to your Badao Villa, how could you have known in advance that things would turn out like this."

The golden-clothed boy's voice was terribly calm, as if he had never been affected.

"As guilty as you are, shouldn't I be more apologetic with death?"

If the fifth master of Hidden Sword Villa hadn't eloped with the second Miss Tangmen, Badao Villa wouldn't have dispatched so many disciples to intercept and kill her.

If it wasn't for helping Li Zhaoming and Wu Xingyun find their way home, Tang Wule would not have used his intelligence network to collect information, and at the same time, he would have personally risked himself to explore some uninhabited lands and got the aura of some kind of monster.

So he wouldn't leave Tang Xiaowan's wounds and run into a monster that came for food following its scent.

"Zhaoming..."

The golden-clothed boy let out a miserable laugh and didn't look back.

Li Shimin stood behind everyone, the rain passed through his transparent body, and he didn't get wet at all.

He knew that it was just a memory, it was the past that happened many years ago, not his brother himself.

But when the figures in front of the tombstone disappeared one by one, and finally there was only a dim figure left in the deep bamboo forest, Li Shimin's heart still throbbed.

"No joy."

"Xingyun."

The young man in golden clothes sat on the ground with his forehead resting against the cold tombstone, and his peach blossom eyes, which were always bright, were dimmed at this moment.

"Your words don't count, it's too much." The voice that was usually clear and clear like jade was now terribly hoarse.

"elder brother......"

Li Shimin couldn't bear it anymore, knowing that he couldn't touch it, he also walked forward quickly, and opened his hands to try to block the pouring rain for him, but it was of no avail.

Young people are always the most enthusiastic.

Li Shimin had seen many different scenes before this. In the picture, his brother and friends were clustered together, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of unstoppable expressions.

Zhenyi climbed to the tower, tried the sword on the high platform, the beautiful woman spread the fan, and the luthier was graceful.The swordsman raises his hand to show the cold light, and the moonlight still shines on the bones of a gentleman.

The bright moonlight of the prosperous age is reflected in a bottle of wine. When the storyteller knocked on his folding fan, the legend of the young knights slaying the world's evil spirits with one sword has spread throughout the north and south of the river.

The young man has no worries, and is willing to go to the twelfth floor of Yujing. ①

That was Li Jiancheng's youth buried in his memory.

And this light sword and white horse, and the time to test the world's will and hatred, ended in the year when Tang Wule died and Wu Xingyun disappeared.

"Big brother!"

The rain above his head seemed to be blocked by someone. The young man held his mask and slowly raised his head. Under the rain, he saw a face that was [-]% similar to himself.

"Big brother!"

Li Shimin suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to touch the other party, and without thinking about the reason, he grabbed the other party's hand and said:

"Big brother, it's all over, big brother, don't be sad..."

Li Shimin recalled the scene he saw just now, and quickly thought about his words, "Brother, you didn't see their bones, did you? Maybe they are still alive and waiting for you outside!"

"Are you serious?" The young elder brother raised his head and looked straight at him, his eyes full of unknowing expectations.

Li Shimin nodded firmly.

Perhaps it was the similar looks and the subconscious sense of intimacy, he quickly followed the other person's thinking.

That's right, after he arrived at Jinshui, he searched all the way, except for a mask that was lost on a tree branch, he didn't see Wule's body.

Few of the Ba Dao disciples can believe the nonsense. Maybe, maybe Wule is still alive?

And Xingyun, Xingyun went to Wule first, what if they are together now?

"Yes, that's it. Let's go out first, okay? I'll take you out, and I'll take you to see them."

Li Shimin instinctively felt that this was an opportunity, whether it was true or not, let's take the elder brother out of this boundless rain first.

"Yes, to find them, to leave..."

The young man grabbed Li Shimin's skirt and stood up, fixed his eyes on the inexplicably appearing young man, and was suddenly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Li Shimin remembered what Houhou said, and he didn't dare to say anything to irritate him, so he asked softly.

The young man stared blankly at the unconcealed worry on the face of the young man in front of him, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and gently touched his face.

The sound of the surrounding rain disappeared in an instant.

The boy smiled foolishly, "You look like my younger brother."

Li Shimin trembled all over, the expression of the boy in front of him gradually coincided with that of his brother later.

"I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't even know how old he is now." The boy's body scattered golden light in front of his eyes, "Shimin, why did you come..."

"Big brother-"

The scene changed abruptly, and the scene changed in the next moment made Li Shimin feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Have you ever seen the sky crack?

Have you ever seen the catastrophe of catastrophe?

The vast blue sky was pierced by someone, and the river water from outside the sky continued to fall, overflowing the mountains, rivers, grass and trees, and countless creatures wailed in the flood.The sun and the moon switched positions during the collapse of the mountain, and the trajectories of the stars were chaotic.

The earth cracked layer by layer, and all kinds of alien beasts that Li Shimin had only heard of in legends fought each other in the flood, with heads, limbs, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.

This is the ancient battlefield.

The sky is dim and the earth is dark, and the sun and the moon are silent.

I don't know how long after, the goddess with a human head and a snake body melts colorful stones to fill the sky, breaks a turtle enough to support the four poles, and the man led by Eguanbo will rule the world with his body, and his soul will enter reincarnation.

The myths passed down by word of mouth circulated in front of Li Shimin's eyes.

It seems that everything is over, and the creatures finally get their breath.

It was still dark.

Li Shimin was walking in the air in a trance, when suddenly the urgent sound of the piano came to his ears, and it swayed into the depths of his soul one after another.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition, and stumbled towards the clouds.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a golden sword light fell straight down from the clouds, illuminating the long night in an instant.

There were creatures on the ground who looked hopefully, thinking that the sun had risen again.

Li Shimin, who was standing on the cloud, could see clearly, his eyes were tearing apart.

He saw with his own eyes that his elder brother, who they had been thinking about for many years and hoped that he would return home safely, was knocked down by the expressionless Taoist priest in purple robes.

Although there was a faint struggle between the brows and eyes of the Taoist when he started, Li Shimin didn't even give him a glimpse, and his eyes were full of his brother who had fallen into the clouds.

Crazy laughter resounded from under the clouds, the bright yellow figure was surrounded by monstrous blood, and a piece of jade-colored sword bone was pulled away from his body.

"Big brother-"

This was just a memory, Li Shimin couldn't touch him, he could only look at the extreme pain on his face, gritted his teeth and trembled.

How painful this must be, brother.

Even under such circumstances, the swordsman in gold struggled to hold the epee tightly in his hand, and swung out with a seemingly ordinary sword. Shura, who had no time to dodge and couldn't dodge, was slammed into the sea of ​​blood.

The epee fell in response, shattering inch by inch, and the bright yellow figure that fell into the sea of ​​blood was finally embraced by a man in white.

The luthier in white plucked the piano with one hand, and held his elder brother tightly with the other and took him away from the sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood rioted, and the land that had just subsided for a short time began to collapse again.The Shura tribe crawled out from the sea of ​​blood and devoured the souls of the living beings pervading the earth. The soaring resentment and aura were intertwined, and the repaired sky showed signs of tearing again.

The space began to distort, and a red silk swayed away from the manic Shura in the sea of ​​blood, one rod long.The gun made a huge wave.

"Fenglai, take him away—"

The young man with cinnabar between his eyebrows looked bright and fierce, looking back at his friends through the waves of blood.

"Third Brother, don't, don't!"

The bright pearl shines, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the red lotus stretches for thousands of miles.

"Feng Lai, Feng Lai, let me go—third brother—"

He heard his brother's almost crazy cry.

With thirteen seals added, the oppression of the avenue was reduced to the weakest. The white-clothed luthier used the last intact string to break open the space, turning it into a flat avenue, and pushed him in.

"Zhaoming, let's go—"

All the pictures are frozen.

Then it was shattered into countless lights and shadows in an instant. After the light and shadow fragments, there was a person kneeling in the deepest part of the blood.

He knelt in the mottled blood, his long black hair turned into the color of frost and snow, and fell lightly to cover his face.

Li Shimin couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could understand that he was crying.

Crying that he hurt his best friend, hating him for being powerless.

So what about quasi-sages, what about saints.

The Dao is respected, the Dao is respected——

Li Shimin caressed his heart slowly, the hopelessness of hopelessness was actually synchronized with his own emotions at this moment.

big brother...

I am sorry.

I even resented you for treating me differently, and I was shaken by your indifference in those years.

If she is the only old friend of yours who survived the catastrophe.

How can I think like that.

He stepped forward step by step, like his elder brother hugging him when he was young, he wrapped his arms around his elder brother in a protective gesture, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Brother, can you hear my voice?"

"Brother, I am Shimin."

"It's your first brother."

"I'm sorry I didn't find you until now."

"Brother, did you suffer a lot outside? If you are tired from walking, can you go home with Shimin?"

The silent weeping person moved slightly.

A small face covered in dust and still shining with a smile flashed vaguely in his memory, baring his teeth and calling for big brother.It was changed to another day under the Mt. Mt., after a zither was played, the young man in red came wading through the water, his eyebrows burning with cinnabar.

You are a guest in the world, but return to the world.

He remembered.

They said that there must be a day of reunion.

"Brother," Li Shimin raised his head and gritted his teeth, trying not to let his tears flow down.

"Brother, let's go home."

Click.

The dream was shattered.

He woke up from the nightmare, and saw two familiar faces looking over at the same time, with bright eyes.

I don't know why, but I feel a little apprehensive.

The author has something to say:

①The original sentence is "The spirit is so high that I don't know the sorrow, and I would like to go to the twelfth floor of Yujing", which comes from Xianjian IV.

I have a hunch that if I write more details, I will be slipped away by the dark shark.

Amway, I kiss CP's article——

"Spoilers Mistaken Me" by I Don't Know Yi

It is said that by traveling through history and knowing spoilers, you can avoid risks, stand in line correctly, develop potential stocks, and hold on to your thick thighs.

With the spoiler in hand, I have the world, which is really a golden finger to reach the pinnacle of life.

However, the reality is that the promised savior is not doing his job properly, and the villain who promised to stop is making troubles, and he who just wants to eat melons and watch the show has become a duck to be caught on the shelves.The gods are running around, the plot is unfolding, and I suspect every day that I am learning fake history.

Facing this world that seemed to be wrong everywhere, Jiang Yunzhi calmly wiped away bitter tears.

Even if I am dead and nailed in a coffin, I will cry out with these rotten vocal cords——

Whoever loves time-traveling will time-travel!I!No!Dry!up!

感谢在2019-11-1900：24：53～2019-11-2021：51：36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: Michong’s Little Treasury, Mo Qinghan 2; Zabizi, Xianyu, and Ah Dada 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 36 bottles of Yisheng; 35 bottles of Wuhen; 10 bottles of dried fish for raising cats; 6 bottles of Another Day for Cloud Sucking Cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!