The Lord of Ghost

"In a remote dynasty, the boy lost his mother when he was very young, and he had never even seen his mother's face. He could only learn from his father's description that his mother's appearance was like a fairy in the sky, and it would be a sin of blasphemy to covet her for a moment."

"The boy asked about his mother more than once, but his father kept silent, sighed, and just said that it was his greatest fortune to meet his mother in this life."

"The boy also has a sister, but she is suffering from a strange disease, weak and frail. The boy swore that he must protect his sister and find a way to let his sister grow up lively in the sun."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at the focused Luo Xiaoxi. He seemed to see the figure of Gongsun Luowu, lively and agile, like a lark with vigorous vitality facing the sun.

"The young man's ancestors were also glorious. His ancestor was born a thousand years ago. He was unparalleled in swordsmanship and extremely talented. He was considered the leader of the family to the top."

"But even such a talented swordsman had his Dao heart broken twice, both times by the same person. He then went into seclusion and disappeared. Since then, the sun has not even been suspended in the sky, but it has already ended."

"A thousand years later, that is, now, the young man has once again shown his extraordinary swordsmanship talent, even more extraordinary than his ancestors. The family has seen hope again!"

"His father was extremely strict with him, but the young man knew that strictness was full of the world's warmest expectations. His father's most common words were: My son is not a thing in the pond. One day he will fly above the nine heavens."

"The young man is very lucky to have met a master who is very, very, very good to him."

When Gongsun Jianwu was telling the story, every time he touched the darkest and most vulnerable part of his heart, especially the old sword spirit, his heart would twitch, like a poisoned blade, piercing through again and again.

"Master is like a father. He is like the stars in the night sky that guide the direction, illuminating the young man's confused path and opening up the most simple and purest road."

"The young man forged ahead on this road, and although he encountered hardships occasionally, he was also happy and relieved. Because he believed that if he continued on this road and reached the distant other side, even if he could see the end, it would be a realm that his predecessors could not reach."

"But!"

When Gongsun Jianwu uttered these two words, the most beautiful scene in his eyes was quickly eroded by darkness, as if hell had opened its gates and completely buried his hope, leaving only the bloody figure of that person.

"Disasters are always one step ahead of you, and accidents are always beyond imagination."

"The boy's ancestor is back. One night, the boy also came back."

"That night, the boy will never forget it. The moon in the sky seemed to be bleeding, and the blood flowing was the blood of the tribe."

"The arrival of the devil caught the boy off guard. He controlled the boy's ancestor to kill the whole tribe. In the empty hall, his father died, and the last sword that killed his father was the boy's hand!"

"The swordsmanship he was proud of, the direction of the last swing of the sword, turned out to be the closest person! It's ridiculous, right?"

Gongsun Jianwu paused and looked at Luo Xiaoxi's clear pupils, as if seeking an answer.

Luo Xiaoxi was silent and could only give the greatest comfort.

"The boy's sister was also... "

Gongsun Jianwu couldn't say the word rape. The death of his sister has always been a memory he wanted to forget.

"In a desperate situation, the boy's master used his own life to wipe out all threats and open up a new path for the boy."

"A broken world, a bleeding moon, and in the end, only the boy was left standing in the ruins."

"But! The devil is not dead!"

To this day, he can't understand how Mo Li survived that sword!

He also can't understand why the other party targeted him when there was no grudge between him and Mo Li, and they were like strangers?

After following Mo Li for a while, he still couldn't explain even a simple reason.

If they wanted to suppress him and force him to become a warrior on the road to the emperor, there are countless ways to do this. Besides, Mo Li only has a few years left to live and can't participate in the stage of the great world at all.

"The devil didn't kill him, but kept him by his side. The boy couldn't understand it."

He couldn't guess Mo Li's purpose, couldn't see through him, and his movements were irregular, which scared him.

"From then on, killing the devil became the boy's obsession to survive. But he knew that he only had one chance to kill the devil. He thirsted for power, the power of revenge."

"In the dark world of revenge, the boy's realm improved rapidly, until he met the arrangement of fate, which was wonderful."

"The boy's ancestor, the previous generation of evildoers who defeated his Tao heart, his descendants met the boy. In him, the boy saw the swordsmanship that had never been tainted by darkness. Although the boy had an unprecedented talent, he still lost, and lost completely."

"From then on, the boy's Tao heart also bleeds and cracks."

Gongsun Jianwu held the broken sword at his waist. After telling the story, he smiled bitterly.

His swordsmanship, the direction he pursued, and his core spirit have all dissipated, leaving no thoughts, only a shell.

"It's quite miserable."

At some point, Luo Xiaoxi was holding a long-eared jade rabbit in her arms, gently stroking the rabbit's head: "Look, the rabbit nodded, it feels so miserable!"

Gongsun Jianwu smiled lightly. Whenever he saw the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but smile. Everything about the girl, even the subtle movements, could make him forget the pain temporarily.

"Thank you for telling me this story. As a reward, I will take care of your injuries!"

"Okay~"

For some reason, he answered this word subconsciously.

Being able to survive under the fierce sword formation is a miracle in itself. The meridians in his body have long been broken into pieces, his flesh and blood organs have been cut by the sword, and his body is empty. If it weren't for his heart still beating slightly, he would have suspected that he was dead.

Of course, for him, death doesn't matter. He should have died that night. Living can only increase the pain.

Perhaps, subconsciously, he wants to see the girl in front of him again, watching her sunshine, watching her spirit and joy...

"By the way, where is this place?"

The clever Luo Xiaoxi let go of the long-eared jade rabbit in his hand, turned around and picked a spiritual fruit from somewhere and ate it.

"The medicine garden outside the ruins."

"Outside the ruins? The medicine garden?"

He never thought that there was a precious place hidden outside the ruins.

"Then... what brought me here?"

"You." The girl spit out the fruit core and pointed to the vast and unknown river next to her: "You were floating on the water at that time, and I didn't know whether you were dead or alive. As for how you got here, I don't know either."

Following the girl's line of sight, the surface of the river was crystal clear and the floating light was dancing, but the water was pitch black, and even the divine consciousness could not perceive it. The end of it was drifting into the dark void, and it was impossible to find its direction.

"What is that?"

As the floating light was moving, Gongsun Jianwu saw something white that seemed to be swimming on the river.

"This." Luo Xiaoxi jumped up, picked up the white paper boat with her skillful hands, and placed it in front of Gongsun Jianwu.

"I don't know who put the paper boat, floating down from the upper reaches of the river."

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Colorful world, Wutong Sea.

Qin Yang stopped on the sea, leaned down, and picked up a white paper boat.

"What is this?" He was puzzled.

"Who knows, someone might be bored and leave it in the sea as a drift for making a wish." Meng Wuyao rolled up her long hair, her elegance was fleeting, and with just an unintentional movement, the stars and the moon seemed to be immersed in her charm.

Qin Yang carefully opened the paper boat, and it turned out to be a blank piece of paper with no trace of words.

"Maybe it's a prank." Meng Wuyao smiled sweetly, and the stars were lost.

However, just as Qin Yang turned back to the paper boat and planned to place it again, a vague, intermittent note that seemed to come from a time and space that did not belong to this time and space came into his mind.

"Source... Life... Soul Sea..."