Legend of the Great Sage

Cangshan is like the sea, and the moon is like frost.

A tall figure walked alone along a winding and rugged mountain ridge, with abyss on both sides, and the deep and dark night wind blew from the valley. One step in the air would be shattered, but he closed his eyes and strode forward. He was muttering something to himself.

"The soul from the confidant forgets to die, the whereabouts are falling, the shadow is long and arrogant, scratching his head and loving the people who weep bitterly in the past and the present, Bian and Wei Er reverse the things of the Yiqun, who is Bo Leyi? Looking sideways, the world is homeless, all you need to do is close your eyes and walk around to hear the lowness of creation!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, so lonely!"

Inexplicably came to this world, trapped in a small mountain village, inside a child's body. No one can know, no one can understand, out of place, easy to blame. Only to be with the cow and talk to the cow is like madness and stupidity. In comparison, those who are hungry and cold, bullied by brothers and sisters, are easier to endure.

It is because of such an experience that I am so determined to move forward and never look back.

This time is an exception. He originally wanted to come to this world to indulge his heart and have fun, but somehow he was aroused by all kinds of melancholy.

Do not lean on the railing alone, the past is unbearable.

"I'm someone who never looks back, how could I do such a stupid thing?"

He shook his head, but simply let go of his obsession and let his thoughts overflow.

For a time, the wind whistled, and the sky was hurricane.

The gods move, and the heaven and the earth echo.

The wind blows the water, and the trees are destroyed. Thousands of miles of Cangshan, turbulent.

The dark clouds rolled over and engulfed the bright moon. A snowflake quietly fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, it was snowing heavily.

A picture flashed before my eyes, intertwined with past and present lives, all of which were blurred and difficult to distinguish.

"Maybe this is just a big dream. When I wake up, I will be in a warm bed." When he first came to this world, he had thought about it countless times.

Looking up at this time, only the wind and snow are all over the face, and the mountains are high and the road is dangerous.

Such wind and snow always reminded him of the arduous and desperate climbing on Bingjian Cliff. It never seemed to come down, it kept climbing upwards.

Even after that, he regained his human form and returned to the world again: entering Jiaping City, becoming the Eagle Wolf Guard, killing Zhuo Zhibo, and the old man Dou Sanshan.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, gradually falling to the shoulders, obscuring the rough roads, and the mountains turned white.

All the pictures condensed and converged, and a pair of warm bull's eyes watched him quietly and listened to his self-talk.

"Brother Niu, are you so lonely too?"

In an instant, I suddenly understood that feeling, just as he was looking at the crescent moon, and as he was looking forward to Li Long.

Unconsciously, the back of that man's stalwart has become within reach. Just take another step forward, pat him on the shoulder, and say, "Brother Niu, I'm here."

He opened his mind, full of wind and snow, and praised: "What a heavy snow!"

In his heart, it was a never-ending snowstorm, but in the dreams of others, it was a continuous drizzle.

Outside the small town, the cloudy sky pressed down on the desolate wilderness.

"Cheng Lu,

Hold on, I won't let you die, I will definitely kill the monster, save you, save everyone! "

Her beautiful face was also covered with haze, but her eyes were as determined as iron, faintly revealing purple awns. Gently put the friend who was struggling in her arms on the ground, took off the treasure bag around her waist, and turned to walk towards the demon-filled town.

Behind the mottled earth wall, men and women, young and old, were lying all over the streets and alleys. Their expressions were blank, their eyes were empty, like corpses, but their chests were clearly ups and downs and breathing.

A cloud of black mist filled the sky above the city, composed of countless black bugs, but it was a very rare monster, a miasma.

When she walked into the city again, the black fog shouted again: "You dare to come back, then stay here and become my blood food!"

Everyone stood up, densely packed and motionless, only the eyes moved with her figure, dead silent and strange. Following the Miasma's order, it suddenly roared in unison, hysterical,

Ignoring the tearing of the vocal cords, it is more mournful than the howl of a beast.

Although the city is small, there are tens of thousands of residents. This sound is like a landslide, which is enough to scare the faint-hearted to death. Even the low-hanging clouds shook, and the slightest drizzle fell.

Under the rain, she remained motionless, with her head down, and clenched the hilt of the sword. Niu Juxia once told her that one must be decisive and not be lenient. She has always kept it in her mind.

He also once said: "Zi is the color of extreme respect, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. The lord of the sage is bright, and the purple energy is coming from the east. Sweep the world and unify the world. Create peace for all ages, and become great benevolence and goodness."

So when she raised her head, the purple light in her eyes was shining brightly, and she had the spirit of a king.

"The monsters control everyone in the city. If you want to save people, you must kill them!"

The sea of ​​people rushed in, the sword energy swept away, dozens of heads flew up, blood spurted several meters in the cavity, and there were also wisps of black mist.

A few drops of fresh blood fell on her fair face, scarlet and dazzling, she didn't look at all, she must cherish every bit of true qi, and can't use it for such useless things.

The crowd controlled by the miasma demon was not afraid of death, trampling over the headless corpse, its knees crackling, and swooping over at a speed that was impossible for ordinary people.

She soared into the air, stepped on a head, and landed lightly on the blue-tiled house beside the road.

The crowd immediately rushed up like a tide, she twisted her waist, turned around and cut off several people with a sword, her internal organs slipped, blood splattered, and a few plum blossoms bloomed on her purple clothes.

In the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, the roof she was standing on was like an isolated island, and the "tide" was constantly slapping up.

He didn't care about any exquisite swordsmanship, and he didn't even dare to activate his sword qi. With the sharpness of the Jiuyang Sword in his hand, he slashed horizontally and vertically, like a hatchet. Wherever the sword edge went, the flesh and blood were divided, the bones and muscles were broken, the stumps and arms were flying all over the sky, and the purple clothes were dyed red in an instant.

There was a sudden sway under her feet, and her body was unstable. Under the pressure of countless people, the house was about to collapse, and a middle-aged woman behind her took the opportunity to pounce.

Without turning her head, she stood up and leaned back. There was a muffled "bang", followed by a "crackling" sound of bone shattering. A puff of black smoke.

Rumble boom! The house collapsed and the smoke filled the air. She had landed in the alley next to her, and with a glance from the corner of her eye, she had a panoramic view of everything around her, and then swung her sword to kill a few people.

A little toes, turned over the wall, landed in a small square courtyard with blue bricks, relaxed muscles and breathed a little.

When the crowd overturned the brick wall and turned their backs on their horses, she took advantage of the situation to kill another round, and exited a courtyard before being surrounded.

She fought and walked in the city, relying on every house and every wall to fight, taking every inch of time to regain her strength.

man, kill. woman, kill. old man, kill. Toddler, kill.

The town was turned into a slaughterhouse, with corpses everywhere and blood running.

She was also covered in blood, but her eyes were clear and clear, without pity or hesitation, and her actions were full of order and efficiency. Neither ruthless nor ruthless. All this is to save people, even if only one Hua Chenglu is saved in the end.

Grief? Angry? Fear? I am afraid there are all of them, but there is another thing that implements her mind and sword edge, revealing some deeply hidden essence.

It is with this kind of thing that, after many years, in the face of the powerful demon general Qiangshi transformed by the killing stone, she can still not be disturbed by the innate supernatural power, and fall into the mad killing, but dare to swing the sword against it, Li Qingshan was amazed.

Although she was depressed for a long time before that, others thought she was full of guilt for today's slaughter. Of course, this feeling is there, but only she knew that she was afraid of herself today.

This point, even Niu Juxia does not know.

I don't know how many people have been killed under the sword. several hundred? several thousand? I only remember that the last person with one sword slaughtered the whole city, and finally cut off the miasma. How old was she that year? How many people have been killed now?

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered the edge of her sword, ignoring the turbulent sea of ​​people in front of her, and smiled slightly at the sky: "Niu Juxia, it's not good to break into someone's dream casually."

Li Qingshan folded his arms and descended from the sky: "Long time no see, Zijian.

Maybe it's time to call you the Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace, or the Emperor Zixiao! "