[Thunderbolt] Your sister

In the remnant forest, in front of a new grave.

Flower buds are blooming beside the grave, and it will be able to decorate the surroundings soon.

"This is... Yu Furong? The forest owner has a heart."

Mu Shaoai put his hand on the tombstone, as if he was greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and he seemed to be patting the forehead of a child, and suddenly sighed: "This martial arts is always too cruel to young people. Like flowers and a full moon, they cannot last long."

"It's cruel, but..." Huangfu smiled and said slowly: "Although the brilliant flowers will be destroyed by the scorching heat and cold, the beauty when they bloom will leave a touch on people's hearts, but it will never disappear."

"Ha. A tough and capable girl. I thought she was a winter cypress that endured the wind and cold, but it has withered here." Probably because the person she was talking to was Huangfu Xiaochan, Mu Shaoai temporarily put aside her usual fun and cheerfulness, and said undisguisedly Showing sadness.

"...can't help, sorry."

"Master Lin is too serious. The incident happened so suddenly that everyone was unprepared..." Mu Shaoai said in a deep voice, and paused for a moment: "If she sees Yuzai and Lonely Que reborn, she might be able to smile."

"How about Yuren and Lonely Que?"

"Yu Zai has already been handed over to the one under Yaxia. Lone Que, I heard that the injury is quite serious. However, there should be no serious problem with that old man."

"Ah."

At this time Tan Wuyu hurried into the forest, bringing with him the letter entrusted by Lianyun.

Here comes the business.

Mu Shaoai changed his mood as quickly as possible: "Brother Tan, did Yun Ren discover something?"

"Exactly. In the letter are the important instructions of the practitioner of Yunyun about detecting demons with swords and halberds. Lord Lin should know who to give them to."

"I understand, let me handle it."

"I don't know what Master Lin's plan is about the magic sword?"

"Just wait for the help of the east wind. Don't worry about the whereabouts of the divine sword and holy halberd. You can just concentrate on paying attention to the movements of the demon world."

"Mm. Mu Shaoai, Fojian said to go to the Wansheng Rock Merchant to ask for help, and it's time to return. We also set off for Pingshan, and try to continue to deal with the devil for a while before we investigate the devil with swords and halberds."

"Okay, then I will leave the matter here to you, Master Lin, please."

"Gift."

Sending off Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai, Bo Hanbo arrived behind: "Old friend, who do you think I brought here?"

Yan Guiren took the initiative to step forward and bowed to pay respects: "It was Yan who was wrong about the Crystal Lake matter, and I should apologize to you."

"Yan Guiren, who left the crystal lake, has an extraordinary aura. Shentan is indeed a holy thing to know people. There is no need to mention the past." Huangfu Xiaochan handed the letter from Lian Yunren to Yan Guiren: "Please send me the letter Send this letter to Bloodsworn Cliff. There is someone waiting for you there."

"who?"

"You will naturally understand when you get there."

Seeing that Yan Gui was silent, Bo Hanbo hastily opened his mouth to reassure him: "You don't have to worry about my little sister!"

"I will be responsible for her injuries to the end, and I will give you back!" Yan Guiren swears, but he never realizes how ambiguous these words are in the ears of people with other thoughts.

Bo Hanbo smiled, "It would be better if you could put it away, so you don't have to return it."

"Huh?" Yan Guiren was puzzled.

"Ha..." Knowing his friend's mentality well, Huangfu Xiaochan couldn't help smiling: "Yan Guiren, you go quickly."

"Farewell."

Not knowing the wishful thinking of hating (sister) marrying the party and gossip king Bo Hanbo, Yan Guiren, who has not turned his mind at all, honestly bids farewell to the two, leaving behind a group of old friends who meet each other.

"My friend, I'm very curious."

"Curious what?"

"Since when did you change the object again?"

"As a big brother, as long as the younger sister is well, since she is the one who catches the eye, I'll be cheering by the side."

"Haha... It's really hard for you to work on your children all day long."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Bo Hanbo said a few words: "If you talk about it, how do you fight with the devil?"

"defeat."

"How many tricks?"

"one move."

"Hey, hey, please, I, Bo Hanbo, can block him at least three moves, and the fifth move is going to kill the devil, although I may die on the fourth move... But you, Huangfu Xiaochan, can block him with one move. Don't you be too lazy?"

"The result is the same anyway, is it necessary?"

"Such a good opportunity, don't take Tianqi to compete with the devil."

"It's a pity that I'm not good at using knives, um... Now start from the beginning, how about asking the devil to wait for me for three to five years?"

"Don't hide your tricks, you can just make two gestures casually, right?"

"No, no, if you accidentally succeed, do you still need to use a knife and a halberd to detect demons?"

"Hey, sarcastic remarks are my specialty, do you insist on competing with me for my uniqueness?"

"Do you want to continue this topic?"

"I'm defeated. See if you can still joke around. Are you almost recovered?" ——Bo Hanbo was always worried that his friend would fall into a long-term sad situation because of the death of Shentu Dongliu, so he made a joke.

"Joy is to live a day, and sorrow is to live a day. The responsibility of the living is to work hard to fulfill the entrustment of the dead, not to be sad."

"Hmm..." Bo Hanbo was also touched: "Speaking of which, today is Qianxue's first seven, so I should give her three sticks of incense."

"Come with me."

Green smoke filled the air, forest wind was blowing, and Bo Hanbo was babbling in front of Feng Qianxue's grave.He is also the eldest brother, he understands Yuren's feelings too well, and he also regrets Feng Qianxue's death even more.

At this moment, Huangfu Xiaochan also remembered the agreement he had made with Huanyu Qizang - when the grievances and enmities ended, he would disband the residual forest and retreat into the world.

"Old Bo. Where does a person want to retreat to, is he not a Jianghu?"

"You step in, why do you ask these things? People's hearts have limits, and Jianghu is boundless. Even if you withdraw from people's hearts, you can't escape from Jianghu."

"I'm thinking of a condition."

"It's about suffering from sword and knife plague again?"

"Now it's my turn to talk. I'm going to talk about Xiaochan brother, let's have a drink first and talk slowly."

"Please."

……

After Yan Guiren came to the Blood Oath Cliff and waited for a long time, Su Huanhuan, who was walking lightly and with hair on, finally arrived.

"Excuse me, are you a strong man from Yangui?"

Yan Guiren nodded, took out the letter of entrustment from Lian Emei, and handed it to Su Huanzhen.

"Please come with Su."

Su Zhenzhen was not in a hurry to explain the matter of the sword and halberd detecting demons, but only made indirect remarks: "The future battle is extremely difficult and dangerous. Before leading the strong man Yan to his destination, Su hopes to ask the strong man Yan a question first."

"Please say."

"Why did Yan Zhuangshi participate in this battle? For hatred? For love? For justice? Or other reasons?"

"..." Yan Guiren showed a thoughtful look, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Why didn't strong man Yan answer?"

"I can't answer that."

"Ok?"

"Finding the meaning of this battle is the purpose of my participation in this battle. Is such an answer acceptable?"——Sinking in the memory for too long, the big dream has awakened, and he feels that he needs to find a new direction.

Su Zhenzhen had heard about Yan Guiren's experience before, and thoughtfully comforted him: "There is no answer, any answer is fine. Please."

Led by the fragrant white lotus, Yan Guiren left the cliff, walked down the mountain road, passed the river, and went deeper into the water source.

Thousands of years old trees are lush, mist bursts, and the water vapor is cool. It is the place where the pharmacist Mu Shaoai has lived in seclusion for many years-Xianni Migu.

By the bank of the gurgling water, the young man in white had been waiting for a long time, and Yan Gui stepped forward to meet him, holding his outstretched right hand.

The meeting of the masters of swords and halberds, the tightly clenched hands, and the eyes entrusted with life, will soon open up a new life in the martial arts world!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

On the top of Pingshan Mountain, the mad dragon laughed and put on sackcloth and filial piety, and kept spilling handfuls of yellow paper, his madness never faded, and he cried out again and again.

The ten-mile futon is also covered with thick white gauze, and a large white cloth is spread under it, with the word "Dian" written on it.

This is what Mu Shaoai, Tan Wuyu and Fo Jian saw when they returned to Pingshan.

Realizing the person coming, Kuanglong burst into tears and let go of his voice to wail: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

Tan Wuyu was startled, and took the lead to grab the side of the altar built by Kuanglong; Mu Shaoai's brows were filled with anger, and he suppressed the urge to kill the person in front of him on the spot | followed closely behind.

"Mad Dragon, what is the meaning of this?!"

"Woooo..." Kuanglong staggered to his feet, and said in a miserable voice, "My elder sister is dead, what a terrible death—!"

"what?!"

"what?"

"The person who practiced the cloud died?"

The three of them showed expressions of disbelief.

Kuanglong raised Lian Emei's mask with one hand and shook it in front of the three of them a few times: "Look! Sister was killed by the devil! I am miserable..."

Mu Shaoai's heart trembled, "What's going on?"

With a high level of cultivation, and his special elixir to protect his physical strength—it is impossible for Lianyun to be easily killed by the devil, there is something wrong with this matter!

"woo woo woo woo……"

Kuanglong didn't speak clearly, but just kept crying.

The Buddha sword turned angry, and slowly climbed up to the Buddha with one hand, obviously not believing it; fortunately, Mu Shaoai and Tan Wu wanted to consider the current situation and stopped his actions in time.

"You said that Lianyun was killed by the devil?" Tan Wuyu asked calmly.

"That's right, that's right, woo woo woo..."

"Then it must have nothing to do with you?"

"Let me be honest, what's the benefit of Aaron killing and practicing Emei? He really wanted to harm her, and he did it hundreds of years ago. Because of her irresponsible words, Aaron never stepped out of the sinful pit. Now the dream is in vain, I am also a victim!"

"Really?" Mu Shaoai couldn't hide the suspicion and disgust in his eyes, but he also knew that Lianyun was dead, and the Central Plains could no longer turn his back on Sin, so he stopped asking.

"That's right. So now we should fight against the Demon King together."

Tan Wuyu was also enduring Kuanglong's true and false acting skills: "Thank you for informing Lian Yunren of his death."

The implication is, get out as soon as you finish speaking.

Kuanglong blew his nose without looking, nodded and bowed non-stop: "Thank you, thank you, if you want to deal with the devil, you can find me at any time. Wuwu...my poor sister..."

Just as he was about to leave the ten-mile futon, he heard the Buddha's sword say coldly: "Leave the relics of Lianyun."

"Huh?" Kuang Long raised his face that was messed up from crying, and stared in confusion: "You talk about this? Yes, you should stay."

With a wave of his hand, he threw the mask into the center of the futon, covered his face and ran: "Wuuuu, sister, goodbye!"

Only then did Fojian burst into anger: "This matter is absolutely inseparable from the mad dragon! Why do you stop me?"

"Buddha sword, please calm down," Mu Shaoai brushed away the flying spirit banners in front of his eyes, "We all share the grief and indignation for the death of the cloud practitioner. It's just that the current Central Plains can't stand any more catastrophes, and we should investigate the demons now." For."

"Exactly, the sword and halberd probing the devil, Lian Yun was devoted to this before, we must complete her will. The mad dragon is moody, unpredictable, and may turn against the devil at any time. He is the biggest anxiety around Yan Mo Hanyan factors." Tan Wuyu continued to analyze the pros and cons.

"Hmm..." Hearing the words, Fojian fell silent.

"Brother Tan is right, the overall situation still needs a mad dragon." A strong murderous look suddenly flashed across Mu Shaoai's face, and once again showed the ghostly look that had made the prophets of the devil world terrified: "As for his actions... After the defeat of the Alien Demon Realm, it is natural to settle with him!"

"Are you going to use magic to control magic?"

"In the face of the great enemy, as long as you can get a boost, it is a boost. When necessary, you have to take risks. Senior Buddha Sword, there is no rush to kill demons."

At this point, the three finally reached a consensus.

"Huhu, Buddha Sword, what's the result of Wanshengyan and his party?" Mu Shaoai regained his composure and asked instead.

"It has been harvested."

"Nowadays, the righteous way is broken, and the devil may attack at any time. We should reserve our strength and buy time for Yuzai and Yan Guiren."

"Conflicts in the future will definitely be more direct, and we must prepare ourselves and deal with them carefully."

Buddha Sword nodded, staring at the ten-mile futon covered with heavy gauze, and sighed softly: "The origin is impermanent, and it will end up in dust. Let Buddha Sword give you a ride."

"A Cloud Practitioner!"

Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai approached the futon together to pay respects to the deceased.

Reciting Buddhist scriptures softly, the eminent monk who once went against the sky without explanation also showed a sad expression.

No matter how stormy the martial arts world is, Xianni Migu is as calm as ever.

The feathered people are not the Xie people, and the Yangui people are separated from each other on both sides of the creek.

Silent, wordless, two people facing each other silently, feel the slightest movement of each other with their hearts and eyes, fast and heavy, speed and force, change and stability... The battle of ideas, the world of fantasy, light steps are temptations; raising hands A slight move is a great move.

The masters competed, the tension was extremely high, the sun was setting to the west, and the sweat dripped the dust.

Old Yusun, who was holding back his energy and waiting for a good show, could no longer bear it and surfaced, and spouted wildly: "Ah! Do you want to fight or not? Standing there dancing with hands and feet, it's very interesting, isn't it? What a waste of my time!"

Su Zhenzhen, who was watching silently, walked between the two of them and praised: "What a wonderful duel! The battle of ideas, attacking and defending with momentum, without any traces. Among them, the exciting and thrilling parts are better than real competitions."

"How exciting! You obviously didn't fight, Su Zhenzhen, you also daydream. Alas..." Seeing that it was not lively, the old Yusun wandered away angrily.

"After the competition just now, I believe that the two of you have a clearer understanding of each other's martial arts attributes. The Yunyun practitioner has further instructions, please follow me."

……

In the deep valley, the sun always rushes away, and when Su Zhenzhen finished explaining to the two of them, it was already dusk.

Yuren sat alone by the stream, his eyes resting on a tree.

"What are you looking at?"

"Burrs."

"Ok?"

"Someone once told me that the place where the burl is present on the trunk is always very hard and difficult to cut."

"Think of what?"

Yuren didn't answer, but his thoughts drifted far away in an instant.

"Brother, you can't cut firewood from here."

"why?"

"This is a tree burl. According to the book, a tree burl is formed after the trunk is damaged. The place where the tree burl is formed will become very hard and it will be difficult to cut in."

……

Is it true that when the blood and tears are shed and the wound is healed, the heart will become so strong?

He didn't answer, and Yan Guiren didn't ask any more questions, and raised the wine in his hand: "Do you drink?"

"Ah."

"I have played against you three times, and I have three different feelings."

"What's the difference?"

"In the first fight, your man is fast, but your sword is heavy; in the second fight, your sword is fast, but your man is hesitant. Now your sword is very light, and your man has stepped into calmness."

"Your transformation also surprised me." Yuren happily took the jug handed over by Yan Guiren, and raised his head to take a sip. The old flower carving is Mu Shaoai's treasure.

After drinking, it is easy to talk, Yan Guiren sighed: "You stand up very quickly. I thought you would be depressed for a long time."

"I'm carrying too much, so I can't sink."

"Friends... precious feelings."

"Yes."

With a jingle, the sword and halberd clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Respect this friendship!"

Unwilling to be lonely, the old Yusun poked his head out of the water: "Where are you drinking? Do you want to catch me to grill? Do you want to grill fish?"

Yan Guiren asked sincerely: "Can it really be baked?"

"Do you take me seriously when I say something casually? If you dare to jump off, watch me fan you with all my strength! Aha... Mu Shaoai, when will you come back..."

"Is this fish your friend?" Yan Guiren seemed very interested.

"Fish and birds are natural enemies!" Old Yusun protested dissatisfied.

"A friend of a friend of mine."

"so cute."

Yan Guiren, who is straightforward to the end, directly expressed his views on Lao Yusun.

"Hmph, you two are equally boring, so I won't play with you. Su Zhenzhen, Su Zhenzhen! Mu Shaoai wants me to tell you a secret, and I can't tell them. Come with me."

"Oh, what a wayward senior."

When he got to a secluded place, Lao Yusun told Xiang Suzhen the whole story about Lian Emei's death.

"Ah?! How could this be?" Su Zhenzhen was overwhelmed with shock and pain: "Oh, the death of Yunlian is a misfortune for Wulin."

"What are you going to do now? Are the secret arrangements finished? I'm still waiting for you to replace that heartless Mu Shaoai on the cliff."

"Su can't do it right now, so he can only speed up the plan and complete the hunting of the sword and halberd as soon as possible."

The disturbance from the devil energy was not a threat to Feng Qianxue.

Confucianism and Taoism, if they can't even resist this devilish energy, it will embarrass Confucianism and Xuanzong.

What worries her is the current situation.

Occasionally, people from the Demon Realm come and go by the Yaodu Pond, and she can only rely on intermittent news to judge how things are going. Jun personally said that Yuren was dead.

She didn't believe this news, whether it was public or private, it was impossible for Mu Shaoai to watch Yuren die.

But she can imagine the current unfavorable situation in the Central Plains.

In addition, she was still a little entangled in her "death" this time.

The soul of the girl who was exactly the same as her in her infancy was probably the original Feng Qianxue—then, she had coexisted with Feng Qianxue in the same body all these years?

Why does the real Feng Qianxue keep her childlike appearance?

Was it because her personality was too strong and suppressed Feng Qianxue's natural growth?

... The more I think about it, the more I feel that my conscience can't bear it.

But after tangling so far, she found helplessly that things had gone like this. She had been Feng Qianxue for so many years, and she even forgot about the things in her previous life...

She really regards Yuren as her big brother, and she also intends to end the retirement of Lonely Que... So, how could she let go of her identity as "Feng Qianxue".

I can only say, sorry.

The ice-blue Xuanmen Dao seal rotated above her head, blocking most of the devil energy from invading.

The Dao Yinjing, which has been unstable, has been tempered these days, but it has become more and more decent and strengthened day by day, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

I don't know what state I am in now, and whether I can return to my original body.

The sound of noisy footsteps was indistinct, and the domineering voice of the demon lord sounded: "People in the Central Plains are still paying attention to the swords and halberds to detect the demons. I will go to Xiaoyang Valley and completely destroy these two pieces of scrap iron! I go with you!"

"Yes."

Yan Mo Hanyan held Tianqi with a hand full of oppression.

Even though she was in a soul body state, Feng Qianxue felt her heart beating wildly "thump, thump".

Xiaoyang Valley, the valley wind is strong.

Shesheng Tongzi was ordered to stay at the mouth of the valley. Yan Mohanyan previously joined forces with Yiliu Sin Pit to kill Emei and severely injure the Central Plains Wanshengyan coalition forces.

The mournful sound of the erhu came to Feng Qianxue's ears indistinctly, and she immediately understood all of this—Mu Shaoai and Tan Wuyu never gave up, and the sword and halberd to detect the devil is bound to win!

"Hahahahaha!"

When the back road was blocked by the Yangui people, Yan Mo Hanyan raised his knife and laughed wildly, disapproving.

"Detecting demons with swords and halberds? It's rare that you can still stand in front of me!"

Yan Guiren slammed his halberd vigorously, forcing the demon king to turn around to resist, and the feathered figure drifted away, and successfully retrieved the magic sword Tianqi.

Feng Qianxue felt the intimate and familiar aura, the tip of her nose was sour, and she almost shed tears.

Big brother.

This is Yuren Feixie, her eldest brother.

Regardless of whether he is a time traveler or a lonely ghost, this is her brother.

Using both hands to transform the Xuanmen Qi, pour it into the blade of Tianqi Saber.

She doesn't know how much she can help, but at least, let her fight side by side with her brother at this moment!

"Friend, I'm back!"

Like a greeting, like a declaration, like a soliloquy.

The six wings are flying, and the swallows go and the swallows return.

Use swords and halberds to detect demons, vowing to draw an end to the protracted martial arts catastrophe!

Huangfu Xiaochan had been sitting alone for a long time.

Suijian's plea still couldn't make him sit back and watch Daowen's recent inhuman cruelty.

What makes him furious is not hatred, but Dao Wen's rampant selfishness without self-knowledge and self-reflection, and the weakness that Su Jian still covers and indulges when he knows he can't do anything.

Time to end.

Whether it is hatred or agreement, there should be an end to it.

The people in Can Lin had gradually withdrawn, he drank his last cup of tea, got up, and went to the war contract that should have been terminated by himself.

After the Lord of the Remnant Forest left, the clean Remnant Forest became even more empty.

Suddenly, rustling, rustling, rustling sounds, from the ground, from the forest, intermittent, flickering.

The heavy coffin made a tooth-piercing creaking sound.

The dead who returned to the world shattered the tomb and came out of the coffin.

With half a ghost face, gloomy eyes, walking with a sword behind his back, a strange green aura surrounds his body, exuding an inhuman aura.

The Evil Awakener came quietly and looked at this murderous weapon specially made by the military division with satisfaction.

"who is she?"

In the forest, the masked man asked in a cold voice, and the long tail of the beast was not covered by his black cloak.

"Feng Qianxue, Yuren Feixie's younger sister. You should still remember Yuren Feixie."

"...Is this the plan you were talking about?"

"In the past, Pingsheng was recognized as betraying the leader of Nangong, but now, it is very appropriate for his close relatives and best friend's sister to give him the same pain, don't you think so?" Don't question, can you really do something against your adoptive father?"

The masked man lowered the brim of his hat and tried his best to cover his cat ears: "Killing people is just a talent. If you know enough about him, you will have enough hatred. This is the reason for doing it."

"Oh... I see. Where are you going?" The evil awakener asked, noticing the other party's walking away.

"Yiliu is not a kind person. The only thing between me and you is cooperation. Enmity comes one after another, so take your time."

"Really? Hahaha...Mu Shaoai——no, recognize Pingsheng, how are you going to face this situation? I'll wait and see! Hahahahahahaha!"

(End of Volume [-])

The author has something to say:

1. About Lianyunren: If Yunren does not die, the plot will be difficult to unfold. Besides, she basically had no regrets during her lifetime, so she died well.Besides, the girl can't save her now.

2. The purpose of Yiliu is obvious, to use sister and Ajiu to deal with Shaoai.

3. Let me emphasize again, it is not Xiantou who pulls the girl back, but the suzerain.

4. The one who died this time was the original Feng Qianxue.The original Feng Qianxue is a little girl who is more melancholy than Yuren. Over the years, because the spirit of the girl is too strong, she basically has no sense of existence.

§Gorgeous turn around, gorgeous job-hopping§