The Ultimate Sword Master

Jia Chong was very scheming and had a good brain. He could see clearly that Luo Wushuang was no longer the disciple he could control. Both his temperament and cultivation had changed completely. He was more mysterious and terrifying than three years ago!

If he refused.

It would be like destroying his last chance of survival!

His face was grim, his forehead was full of sweat, and he stared at Luo Wushuang's hand. His mind was running wildly, as if he wanted to find out a clue, but Luo Wushuang's cultivation was much higher than his. How could he tell?

Time passed.

The pressure on his heart was getting bigger and bigger!

"Master."

Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Luo Wushuang slowly withdrew his hand and said lightly: "If you don't guess..."

"No! No! I guess, you... you wait a little longer..."

Jia Chong's forehead was sweating!

He stared at Luo Wushuang's hand, and his brain was running a hundred times faster than usual. After three breaths, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of a way to break the deadlock!

"I guess..."

"It's either one or two! Right?"

Gu Han: "?"

He looked at Jia Chong in disbelief, and many words flashed through his mind, despicable, shameless, shameless... but none of them were enough to describe the other party's wit!

Strictly speaking.

This answer really can't be said to be wrong, it can only be said to be shameless enough, extremely rogue!

Jia Chong seemed to think so too.

He looked at Luo Wushuang, with a little pride that was hard to conceal in his eyes, and said seriously: "Wushuang, what do you think? This answer of your teacher can't be considered wrong, right? It's either one or two! Even if the Great Dao comes in person, you can't say that this answer is wrong! Since your teacher answered correctly, you must keep your promise and let your teacher go..."

Luo Wushuang didn't speak.

Still calm, then... slowly spread out his palm.

The palm was empty.

Jia Chong: "?"

Gu Han: "???"

He suddenly looked up at Luo Wushuang, and suddenly felt that Jia Chong's wit was not enough in front of Luo Wushuang's meanness!

"Sure enough."

"Some people are born shameless."

He kept sighing.

Jia Chong's expression also changed repeatedly, until finally, it completely turned into resentment!

"Wushuang!"

"You, are you playing tricks on me?"

"Master."

Luo Wushuang smiled: "Isn't this what you taught me?"

Jia Chong was stunned and completely desperate!

"Wushuang..."

"Master."

Luo Wushuang sighed: "Since we are master and apprentice, I will personally see you off."

After the words fell.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the picture in front of Gu Han became blurred in an instant!

Jia Chong's death.

Gu Han didn't see it, but he knew that the other party was more or less unwilling to die.

…

When everything in front of him became clear again, Gu Han found that Luo Wushuang had come to the border town again, and came to the place where he had lived for three years.

It seemed that several years had passed.

Compared with the past, the courtyard was much more dilapidated, and there was a thin man in a short shirt in the courtyard, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, looking into the house from time to time, his face full of anxiety and expectation.

The identity of the man.

Gu Han could naturally guess it, and when he saw the expression on the other person's face, his heart suddenly moved.

Could it be...

Just when he thought of this, a baby's cry suddenly broke the silence and came from the house.

Then.

An old woman dressed as a midwife came out of the hut with a happy face, and kept saying something to the man, but the man's face became more and more ugly. He opened the curtain and rushed into the house, and then a quarrel and crying sounded.

A moment later.

He walked out again, his face full of disappointment and disgust, instead of his previous expectation and joy.

He glanced at the small courtyard.

He glanced at the dilapidated huts again.

He hesitated, went back to the house to clean up, took a step, walked out without looking back, and ran into Luo Wushuang.

"Just leaving like that?"

Luo Wushuang looked at him and smiled, "You don't even care about your newborn daughter?"

The man was stunned.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just passing by and taking a look."

Mind your own business!

The man spat secretly, too lazy to say more, waved his hand casually, and said without turning his head: "Manage? What can I do? Haven't I managed enough? This young man, if you are full and have nothing to do, then be kind and help me manage this family, how about it?"

"Okay."

Contrary to his expectations, Luo Wushuang didn't even think about it, and smiled and said: "I'll help you manage it."

The man was stunned again.

He seemed a little bit unbelievable, and turned back and asked: "Are you serious?"

"Of course."

"...There's something wrong!"

He looked at Luo Wushuang carefully again, and seeing that the other party didn't seem to be joking, he suddenly cursed and walked away without looking back.

Luo Wushuang didn't stop him.

Nor did he attack him.

Until the man's figure disappeared at the corner of the street, he took out the lost and recovered transparent glass heart, and said faintly: "How can I not care about my own sister?"

While speaking.

The glass heart suddenly flowed with a trace of lofty and supreme aura, and it kept shrinking. In just a moment, it turned into a crystal clear chess piece!

"I will take care of her for the rest of my life, so what?"

Speaking of this.

He suddenly looked at Gu Han, who had been a transparent person and a bystander in this illusion for many years, smiled regretfully, and said: "I said too much that day, I probably can't take care of her for the rest of her life."

"It doesn't matter."

Gu Han sighed: "You gave her the best, you have tried your best."

Paused.

He added: "In fact, even if you survived the human calamity, you still couldn't escape His control, right?"

"Yes, and no."

"What do you mean?"

Gu Han's face was a little dark, and he said helplessly: "Brother Luo, you are dead, and you still talk like this, is it interesting?"

"Sorry, please bear with it."

Luo Wushuang had no intention of correcting himself. He raised his eyes and glanced at this illusion, and said faintly: "There are countless sentient beings, and the possibilities are endless. In the chaos, between existence and non-existence, even Su Yun, even Taichu, even me, can't calculate every possibility."

"But..."

"Only He can calculate all the possibilities."

Gu Han's eyes condensed!

"You survived the human calamity, was it also part of His calculations?"

"To be precise."

Luo Wushuang sighed lightly: "It was not His calculation, but He pushed it."

"What!"

Gu Han's pupils shrank!

"I thought."

Luo Wushuang smiled with emotion and said: "I survived the human calamity and escaped from the cage, but I didn't expect to enter another more solid cage, so solid that I was willing to become His chess piece."

"I calculated all the secrets of heaven."

"But He calculated all of me."

"Think about it, it's really ironic."