ten steps one kill

There is an orange glow at the end of the sky and sea. Near the sea level, the sun becomes bigger and dimmer. The surrounding light is no longer dazzling and no longer shoots out sharp edges. You can even look directly at it through the stratus clouds. Don’t worry. Burn eyes.

People in their twilight years are just like this sunset, and he often thinks like this recently.

He married later than ordinary people, and gave birth to heirs when he was close to [-] years old. Now Chang Ya is in his prime, but his temples are gray.I don't know when, people in the world often compliment him with high morals, and the whole Tianji sect also respects him, but people look at him more with envy than fear.His majesty is like this sunset, the surface is expanding, but the inside is becoming more and more empty and gloomy.

A foothold in the martial arts depends on the character of martial arts after all, but he can't remember the last time he drew his sword himself. Whenever there is a need to use martial arts, Chang Ya will act on his behalf. As time goes by, even his personal disciples They were all gradually taken over by Chang Ya, seeing their expressions in the past few days, he felt that each of them was counting the days, waiting for when he would hand over the Tianji Gate to Chang Ya's hands.

After saying goodbye to Chi Lian, he chose a shortcut with few people and walked quickly to the depths of the Duan Mansion.

It took only a few days to land on Yingzhou Island, but he was already mentally haggard, even more exhausted than when he was young when he was training and leading the army.Even so, he had to see Chang Ya.

But he couldn't, because the yard was empty.

The side courtyard is usually quiet and quiet, but at this moment there is not even a shadow of people, and there is even more desolation.

Duan Qichang felt uneasy, so he called Aiko's personal servant to the courtyard and asked, "Aunt Su, where is Chang Ya?"

Aunt Su is a woman over half a hundred years old. She has been a servant in the Duan Mansion for half her life. She has served the Duan family for many years and even worked as a wet nurse for a long time. He has a very good understanding of his temperament. Although he has never read the books of sages, he can accurately read every twist and turn in the words.

At this moment, she could hear Duan Qichang's urgency, so she immediately replied: "The young master just went out."

"Where did you go?"

"I didn't bother to ask, master, you also know that his temper has never been idle. If there is something urgent, should you send someone to chase him? Anyway, Yingzhou Island is not big, and he can catch up soon."

Duan Qichang was silent for a moment, and felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill, so he shook his head and said, "No need, let's talk about it when he comes back."

Aunt Su nodded, and said: "Master, he went out with a sword, master, you don't have to worry. Let alone Yingzhou Island, even in the martial arts world, no one can beat the master's sword."

Aunt Su's tone was full of pride, but she was not as hypocritical as outsiders, but as if she was boasting about her own children, simple and sincere.

But Duan Qichang just smiled wryly.

In the world besides the sword, there are countless other tools that can kill people. They are much sharper than swords and much more difficult to defend against.

He sat down in the main hall, and seeing the teacup on the table, he casually picked up a cup and brought it to his mouth, but he frowned and coughed a few times due to the cold air.

Aunt Su immediately snatched the teacup in his hand: "Master, this tea is cold, I'll get you a new one. Your complexion is not very good, do you want me to call the doctor..."

"Forget it," Duan Qichang waved his hand at her, "Aunt Su, go and make dinner, I want to be alone for a while."

Aunt Su hesitated to speak, but finally lowered her head and said, "Understood, I will leave after changing the tea, master, please take care."

Before the hot tea entered his throat, Duan Qichang got up and walked to the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed a string of muddy footprints at the door.

Although it's only a thin layer, it's not eye-catching, but he knows that Chang Ya always likes to be tidy, he will take off his shoes before stepping into the bedroom, and he will never leave such a footprint.

He sighed. In fact, there is no need for evidence. Since the woman named Chi Lian dared to go to the meeting alone and come to form an alliance with the Duan family, she would definitely not lie about the key evidence. After all, no one in the world dares to be so contemptuous Duan Qichang's majesty.

He walked into the room, walked slowly to the corner behind the light stand, looked at the empty ground, and then slowly bent his knees and sat down.

The majestic head of Tianji Sect, sitting on the ground like a tramp, sighed alone in the gradually closing twilight, raised his dry and wrinkled fingers, and caressed a piece of ground beside him.

Then, he murmured in an inaudible voice: "A Jin, I'm sorry for you..."

Only the tree shadow outside the window swayed, as if answering his words.

"Ten years have passed, but some people want to find out the old accounts of the year and hurt Chang Ya."

The evening wind gradually subsided, the shadows of the trees swayed slowly, and the mottled golden glow sprinkled in this old and simple room, flowing together with the burning clouds in the sky, like an old dream for many years.

"...It's all my fault. Chang Ya is a good boy. He doesn't know anything. If you have a soul in heaven, please keep him safe."

The wind is silent, the cloud has no shadow, and the night is endless.Only a pale sigh dissipated in the dark depths.

At the same time, the dusk under the mountain was not peaceful.

What fills the room is not the afterglow of the setting sun, but a deeper and more intense blood.

Tamiya's head rolled to the ground, and there was only a scar the size of a bowl where it should have been on the neck.The sword was too fast, even the scars were so neat, Tamiya's body swayed in place, like a headless ghost, showing a bit of bewilderment, stagnated for a moment, finally lost strength, and fell down on the ground on the ground.

He looked so lifeless after he fell to the ground, if it wasn't for the gushing out of blood like a spring, he would almost be like a bundle of lifeless straw.

He was originally a martial arts practitioner, and it took ten years of cold and heat to practice martial arts.But in the end, he is no better than straw, and others will flick all his life's accumulation into ashes.

The head that fell on the ground was helpless, just staring dryly, the canthus cracked, and the increasingly cloudy eyes filled with endless regret, looking at the former companion.

Not Xue Yuguan, but Ruan Jiao and Zhu Yu.

The time the three of them spent together was longer than the time spent practicing martial arts.

They have long been unaccompanied in this world, and they are as close and tacit to each other as real relatives.

Of course, Tamiya's real relatives did not die, and even lived a decent life. He used to be a member of a decent family, but when he was with a boy in the school for the first time, he was expelled from the house by his parents and brothers. In the name of curing diseases, he was sent to Qingjingzhai and handed over to a Taoist priest who claimed to be Xu Xianren for treatment.

The Qingjingzhai is not pure, but there are dirty activities.Not only does Xu Xianren not know how to treat illnesses, but he only breaks into the boy's room at night, tricks and forces him, and stealthily commits the wrong things.It didn't take long for the boy who had a private meeting with Tamiya to bear it unbearably, and jumped off the cliff. His bones were left to dry for a day and a night, and were bitten by wild beasts until they were blurred.

Tian Gong did not die. He met Ruan Jiao and Zhu Yu in Qingjingzhai. The three endured humiliation, stole martial arts secrets from Xu Xianren's room, and studied them secretly.Several years later, he finally tricked Xu Xianren up to the same cliff, and pushed him down from the highest hanging rock.

It was a long time later that the three of them defected to Xue Yuguan, and it was also a long time later that they acquired the beauty of a fairy and were dubbed a luthier.

On the edge of the cliff that day, they finally witnessed the fall of the immortal.It turns out that immortals don't fly on clouds.Immortals would throw off their helmets and armor in front of swords and kneel down to beg for mercy, and after being pushed into the abyss, they would also be shattered into mud.

From that day on, no matter how their appearance changed, their hearts never changed.