The Lord of Ghost

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Where am I going?"

The yin and yang cut off time, as if in a void space, without light, and what came to my ears was a buzzing noise.

"You are possessed!"

"Blinded by the flames of hatred, I have lost the direction of exploration."

"Boy, what are you pursuing, what do you desire in your heart?"

Gongsun Jianwu was going crazy, every note rushed into his head, occupying every nerve, and he had a headache.

"Stop arguing! I don't need you to point fingers at the path I'm taking!"

However, there were more noisy and mysterious voices, mixed with ridicule.

"Hahaha, he was bound by himself, and the path he pursued had long been cut off."

"What a pity, the Taixu Sword Body will fall before it is recorded in history."

"In this way, there is no revenge!"

There were many and dense voices, but Gongsun Jianwu only heard this sentence: "You can't take revenge!"

No revenge? Gongsun Jianwu can't accept it!

The only meaning of his life is revenge!

In the world that has been extinguished and plunged into darkness, the remaining tiny light that illuminates the road ahead and guides the direction is only revenge.

Every moment and every second of his life, his remaining consciousness tells himself:

"Your master sacrificed himself to open up a way forward for you."

"You are your father's lifelong pride!"

"Your sister was abused to death and died at the most beautiful age."

"I must avenge this revenge, even if I go to hell, I will drag Mo Li down with me!"

He struggled, but the light in the world was dissipating bit by bit.

He wanted to grasp this last hope, even if he lost everything, he had to hold it in his hands desperately.

Puff~

Suddenly, he grasped that hope, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, but what he saw was a void where even the light was extinguished.

Gradually, he closed his eyes again as if he accepted his fate.

He has the Taixu Sword Body, but he can't even cross Jian Chengzi, so how can he kill Mo Li, the madman?

He lost, completely lost, including the sword path he was proud of.

But the moment he closed his eyes, what emerged was the lively figure of his sister Gongsun Luowu.

Gongsun Luowu opened her lips slightly, encouraging as always, as if saying: "Brother, you are the best! Always!"

"Sister~"

Gongsun Jianwu wanted to grasp the last bit of fantasy, struggling, breaking free from the darkness, reaching out to stay.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the darkness disappeared, the fresh spiritual energy mixed with the fragrance of the soil, the fallen petals were colorful, the birds and beasts surrounded him, he lay in a flower bush, surrounded by colorful butterflies.

"Oh, are you awake?"

"Don't move! You still have serious injuries."

The green-clothed woman hurriedly stopped Gongsun Jianwu.

"Where am I?" He lay in the flowers, looking at the strange woman in front of him.

The woman was beautiful, not like the cold and beautiful fairy, but more like the quiet and vivid green lotus in the beautiful pond garden.

When she smiled, she was lively and sunny, like a spring breeze, gentle and delicate, giving people the most sincere tenderness.

"You..." Gongsun Jianwu couldn't find a suitable description for the other person. He just felt that the more he looked at her, the more he felt that there was an indescribable beauty. It was not like a flash in the pan, but a lasting beauty that soaked his scarred heart bit by bit.

"Why do you always stare at me?" The woman smiled politely and elegantly, without blushing like a deer.

She treated many wounded people, and she was used to the patients' gazes.

"Sorry." Gongsun Jianwu, on the other hand, showed an embarrassed expression.

"What about you! Lie down obediently! Don't move!"

The woman checked Gongsun Jianwu's injuries, took off her tattered robes, and her delicate hands wandered on the flesh covered with sword scars.

To be honest, this was the first time a woman touched his body like this.

It felt very strange, but very relaxing.

"The situation is very bad, are you a sword cultivator?" The woman suddenly stared into Gongsun Jianwu's eyes and asked.

"I guess so." In fact, he didn't know whether he was still a sword cultivator. On the road of swordsmanship, he seemed to have gone astray.

"Such a serious injury, the sword mark is attached with an extremely powerful law, corroding vitality bit by bit. I have never seen this kind of sword law."

"So, I will die?"

The woman glanced at him and didn't answer.

"How long will it take?"

Just as he said, even if he died, he would drag Mo Li to hell.

"I don't know, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, who knows?"

"Your sword law is very special. I haven't seen it in [Medicine King Valley], and it will take some time to study."

"Are you a disciple of [Medicine King Valley]?" Gongsun Jianwu obviously didn't expect it.

[Medicine King Valley] is a special Taoist school that cures diseases and saves people. It has never participated in the competition for the emperor in the past dynasties. Most of its disciples are obsessed with alchemy and pharmacology. It is rare to hear that someone will join this kind of secret realm where geniuses compete for hegemony.

"What's wrong with the disciples of [Medicine King Valley]? This girl has many tricks. It will only take a few minutes to poison them!" The woman raised her snow-white neck, her eyes full of pride.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Luo Xiaoxi."

"What about you?"

Gongsun Jianwu was stunned, his face was dazed, and he kept repeating the name.

Luo Xiaoxi, Luo Xiaoxi, like his sister Gongsun Luowu, both have the same character.