After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

"It's him. He insisted on being fierce and aggressive, so that Brother Mo broke his leg!"

"Isn't he the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root? Why do you have to rely on others to save you when you are so powerful?"

"What happens once in a hundred years, the Son of Destiny is nothing more than that!"

The boy passing by pretended to be calm, but the hand clenched into a fist betrayed him.

Walking into the shadows, he paused and looked sideways. The group of people with disdainful faces turned into sharp thorns in his heart.

"Brother, they are too much!"

The people around him couldn't see it, and they wanted to step forward to seek justice for him, but they were held back by him. The young man's expression was complicated: "Shu Yun, don't go, even I don't know why things have become like this ..."

"It's not your fault!"

Qin Zhaozhu grabbed him tightly with his backhand, and said solemnly, "Brother, you have inherited your own destiny and born with the trend. You are an incomparable talent that is hard to find in the Taoist world for a hundred years. An elder and a master will save you, let alone a What about Mo Qiuzhe? You know, even if he took his life to save you, he should have done so!"

"Shu Yun, you..."

He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't get it out of his mouth.

Qin Zhaozhu's eyes shone with firmness, and he said resolutely, "Brother, you were born to be a towering cloud, and you are a big tree that attracts the wind, so it is very easy to attract the jealousy of villains. You see, this time, you will be ridiculed and ridiculed by these young people just once you miss your hand this time." , if you really cut off the head of that fifth-level monster, would they still dare to say that!"

These words made him dazed, and he couldn't help thinking of the scene in the cave that day, his heart suddenly jumped uncontrollably: that day the monster fell into a coma, and the chance to kill it was close at hand, if... If you didn't listen What about the third senior brother, insisting on his own opinion and cutting off its head directly?

If he had killed that monster, would the ending of the story be different?

"I thought how powerful the Skyfire Spiritual Root is, it can't even get rid of a fifth-order monster!"

"If Brother Mo hadn't saved him, he would have been a dead body long ago!"

"You didn't see how embarrassed he was when he brought Senior Brother Mo back that day!"

The young man was born to receive all kinds of favors and his heart was higher than the sky, but this gossip and sarcasm penetrated into his ears crazily, which made him have a splitting headache, and his ears were filled with the sound of "buzzing".

no!How could someone as powerful as him need to be rescued?Only the weak need to be rescued and looked down upon, but he is not weak!

The memory of that day in the cave turned over and over again, countless times turning to the moment when the monster was in a coma.

He can kill it!

The boy's eyes were scarlet, and he almost thought of it crazily.

If Mo Qiuzhe hadn't stopped him, he would have already beheaded three of its heads!

That's what he's dreaming about.

Both Master and Elder He once said that he is a talent born in accordance with the destiny, with extraordinary talents, he will surely win the Mahayana.

Wouldn't he be able to kill a Tier [-] monster like this?

The dark seeds were buried in the bottom of his heart, and after malicious watering, enchanting flowers gradually bloomed. It grew from his lungs, followed the trachea throat, and extended to the lips and teeth.

"What do you know!"

The young man shook off those disciples who were gossiping behind his back, and glared angrily: "If Mo Qiuzhe hadn't stopped me, I would have killed that monster long ago! It was his own cowardice, not daring to fight to the death, that broke a leg !"

When people are in a desperate situation, they always place their hopes on the "beginning", so countless regrets and remorse arise.

Unable to accept the price and pain they have endured, they use the excuse of "if only I did that" to excuse themselves.

The same was true of the original owner when he was young. He couldn't face the fact that Mo Qiuzhe broke his leg to save himself, and he couldn't accept that his arrogance and self-esteem were despised by others, so he chose to escape and push the blame.

But that day, the man leaned on a cane, stood behind him, and listened to the sharp and cold words verbatim.

With an extremely calm face, he asked him, "So, is that how you see me?"

The boy's heart trembled slightly, and suddenly became calm again. He turned around, glanced at the emptiness hidden under his clothes with disgust, and then walked straight towards him, rubbing shoulders with him expressionlessly. And pass.

"Do you regret saving me?"

Su Wan stood beside the two of them, listening to the boy's question before leaving.

Before Mo Qiuzhe could answer, he said coldly:

"You are the one who is so sentimental, I don't need you to save me at all!"

In order to keep his pitiful and pathetic self-esteem, make this person hate him more, and make him feel better, he did not hesitate to pour cold water on this person's heart until he could only make "hissing" screams and scream Coke with white smoke.

They taught him to be self-respecting and proud, and they praised him as the highest, but no one taught him to gently repay and accept other people's kindness, so that he regarded other people's kindness as a shame of his own lack of strength.

The young man raised his head proudly, and with his unrestrained sharpness, he quietly stabbed a knife in the man's heart.

No wonder Mo Qiuzhe hated him so much.

The blue sky is like washing, thousands of miles are like clouds, when the bird was about to soar, the ferocious goshawk rushed out, stretched out its sharp claws and threw it down, biting its feathers and flesh with its sharp beak, and broke its wings forcibly .

How can a bird with broken wings return to the sky?

Su Wan stood still in place, watching the changing scenery around her.

That person was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, and the only thing he loved was the sword in his hand. He was also heroic and vigorous, and vowed to be the unparalleled swordsman in this world!

But now, he can only struggle to drag the heavy prosthetic limbs, hold the table and chairs and move forward with difficulty.

It just so happened that the original owner was ordered by his teacher Yu Jian to visit, and when he saw the man sweating profusely, he said sarcastically, "Mo Qiuzhe, if you have a broken leg, don't mess around. People who can't even stand up still expect to be taken away." A sword?"

"Whether I can stand up or not is not up to you!"

Mo Qiuzhe let the sweat drip off his forehead, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"You are really stubborn!"

The original owner taunted, and threw three bloody heads at his feet, which were the heads of the fifth-level monster in the past. "I said, if you hadn't stopped me that day, I would have been able to kill it!"

Mo Qiuzhe didn't even look at the three heads on the ground, he just stared at him: "Are you sure you can kill it that day?"

The original owner's face twitched, and he said darkly: "What do you mean? I have formed a golden core now, but with my strength back then, I can definitely kill it!"

"You're ridiculous."

After saying this, Mo Qiuzhe burst into laughter, not knowing whether he was laughing at his self-deception or at his painstaking efforts, the laughter was extremely cold.

Being poked at his self-esteem, he was furious, furious, and viciously grabbed the man by the collar, like a puppet at the mercy of others, and slammed him against the wall!

This fall didn't make him shattered. He wiped the blood from his mouth with a sneer, adjusted his prosthetic limbs, and continued to stand up staggeringly, dragging his body and moving little by little.

Looking at the young man who fell to the ground due to an unstable center of gravity and got up countless times with pain, Su Wan went under the tree and picked up the bird whose wing had been broken by a hawk. Return to the sky again.

"It is going to rain."

He watched the dark clouds coming from the south, and murmured.

In order to pick up the sword, Mo Qiu was a young boy who fell down and got up day after day, year after year, in the cold and heat.

Few people knew about the bitter cold he experienced. They only saw that he moved freely, no different from ordinary people, and gradually forgot the pain of the broken leg he had suffered.

The young man slowly turned his prosthetic limb into a part of his body so that he could pick up the sword again and pursue his own way of swordsmanship.

But the elders are all persuading him: "For a Taoist, the Tao is the heart, and the martial arts is the supplement. No matter how good the sword is, the cultivation level is not as good as a human being. You should learn from Zhexuan!"

Even his respected master said: "Without the support of deep cultivation, why do you pick up this sword!"

At that time, the original master had reached Yuanying, and he was outstanding, which made people look up to him. No one in Nanhua Dao dared to gossip about him, and he became more and more arrogant and domineering. Pet.

In their eyes, the disciples of Gaoye should be like this, not like Mo Qiuzhe, who is a strange person who can only practice swords but is lazy in cultivation.

Probably because he was standing too high. In the eyes of the original owner, all his classmates were inferior to him. He looked down on the swordsmanship that Mo Qiuzhe insisted on. He came to the door and smashed his sword with the wind of his palm. He said sharply and sarcastically: "What's the use of practicing a sword well! In terms of cultivation talent, even if you cultivate for tens of thousands of years, you will be a waste after all, and you are not worthy of being my senior brother at all!"

Why rely on cultivation talent to determine destiny!He wants to show these people that he can win Mahayana with just one sword skill!

An indelible fire was born in the young man's heart, let him grit his teeth and hold the sword, from the evening scene of mulberry and elm trees to the moonset and black crows, from the apricot rain and pear clouds to the cold weather at the end of the year, he burned the lamp for himself to continue the day, dialed Xue Xunchun.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there are nine cold days.

Su Wan stood in the heavy snow, dragging the sparrow with broken wings with his palm, quietly watching the man practicing sword in the snow, and within a moment, heavy snow covered his black hair.

He suddenly remembered why Mo Qiuzhe had to sneer and send him away in front of the grievance formation at that time. The backlash was too strong. If it could not be sealed after it was destroyed, the resentment of tens of thousands of beasts would have accumulated in it It will destroy mountains and exterminate spirits, causing countless deaths and injuries.

This man used the most despised way of the sword in the eyes of everyone, forcibly used his body as a barrier to block the resentment of all beasts, and vowed to defend the Nanhua Dao to the death.

His ambition has never changed. The vow he made when he was young has been fulfilled in his whole life.

The broken-winged sparrow in the palm lost its vitality, and after all, it still failed to return to the sky it was thinking about.

He saw the young man standing alone in the heavy snow, with the long sword in his hand burning with sparks, as if he was about to disappear in the snow.

"Mo Qiuzhe."

He called his name.

The young man seemed to have heard it, and actually turned around, revealing a stunned and frozen face.

"Sword skills are good."

Su Wan smiled lightly and said sincerely.

The water in the boy's pupils in front of him was slightly turbulent, and the smile that spread from the corner of his mouth spread to the end of his eyes, and then suddenly changed into the look that they had no time to part with that day.

"Do you still want to learn the No. 13 style of Xuanyin swordsmanship?"

"Under the Wangchun tree in my palace, there is an altar of century-old wine buried. How about drinking together some other day?"

"Let's compare swords again, and the past grievances between you and me will be wiped out."

He taught me to put away the remaining hatred, reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with the passing water, and turn around in the sea of ​​bitterness.

The bird in his palm disappeared without a trace, Su Wan opened his eyes from the dream, and saw the center of the red gold gate of Changzhao Hall, the young man was holding a sword book in his left hand, and a jar of wine in his right hand, his clothes shaking in the wind.

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-1223:39:31-2022-04-1419:48:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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