The trace of blood on the tip of the gun has not changed at all today, two hundred years later.
After the blade of the Heavenly Order was corroded by the blood containing the ultimate destructive divine power, its power was correspondingly blessed, but the traces left behind would almost never fade.
Compared with the miserable state, the Four Realms can be said to be shallow and bastards, and the demons in the temple are very windy, so he has no scruples about using his hands.
Even if someone brings the matter to the three sects in distress, with the chain of contempt of the three sects, it is just another scene: Who in the hall dares to sue me?
This is Jianghu.
As Lin Chongyang stood up and pulled up the Tianling, the white clouds and smoke surrounding him dispersed. The temperature that had increased due to his breath adjustment gradually dropped, and the overflowing Qi was also recovered at the same time.
In this dark and silent environment, any sound will become very clear. Although Baiyunyan was soundproof before, it is different now.
"That's not how swords are practiced."
Looking at the young man practicing swordsmanship not far away, Lin Chongyang reminded him:
"What's not good about practicing? I have to practice the sword realm. If I go out to travel around the world in the future, I will die very quickly."
Although there were some changes in the middle, only Wu Shang was left in the sword clan of the Metta Tower.
Looking at the opponent's resume, after his state of mind was broken, he was in a state of incomplete strength and rapid decline.
Fortunately, I got lucky in the end. Although I lost an arm, I managed to retire, but that was all.
It is sad that a generation of immortal swordsmen ended up like this.
"who!"
I don’t know if it’s due to the environment, the influence of the sword realm, or both. The young man’s character is, at best, sluggish, and at worst, lifeless.
However, Lin Chongyang's sudden appearance inevitably aroused the young man's vigilance. He stared into the depths of the underworld, his expression a little more wary, and he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
Even if the sword is rusty, it will probably be completely damaged before long and will never be used again.
"Since you came here, your clan has been enjoying the benefits I have brought and protecting my existence. Who do you think I am?"
Lin Chongyang's tone was calm and his steps were light as he walked towards the patio step by step.
His words also deepened the boy's alertness. Although Wu Shang's character was quite stable due to his environment and experiences, people's fear of the unknown comes from the instinct of the human body.
"Hoo~"
The boy stared at the place where the sound came from, adjusting his breathing to calm himself down, and looking for opportunities to take action.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Opportunity to kill.
At this moment, he had no joy in escaping from loneliness, because he was waiting for the end of his life.
For their clan, the meaning of living in the world, apart from the sword, is to wait for death. If they can die wonderfully, it will not be in vain to live in this world.
"Want to kill me?"
Lin Chongyang was not surprised by the boy's behavior. It was normal for a person living in a place like this to have some mental problems, such as autism.
This is not a problem, as long as he is not a literary person. In terms of personal habits, he prefers to be more straightforward.
"I'll give you a chance."
Just when Lin Chongyang stepped out with one foot and stepped into the light under the patio, the boy moved.
"drink!"
The final sword realm takes the lead and seizes the person's will to live before they can make a move.
Then, when the person moved, the sword also moved.
Bang--
Just when the sword was close to three inches in front of Lin Chongyang's body, it broke off and turned into ashes.
Lin Chongyang absorbed all the approaching final energy, then gathered his sword intent to reverse its nature, and struck the uninjured body with his backhand.
In a flash of lightning, a meaningless confrontation ended.
After the confrontation ended, Lin Chongyang stepped under the patio, and Wu Shang could clearly see the things, or rather people, that his clan protected.
“Originally, I planned to leave here first, but now, I have changed my mind.
"He said to the young man.
This is a good seedling. Since there is a cause and effect between the two parties, he doesn't mind staying for a while longer.
Although he didn't need the protection for more than two hundred years, he accepted the love.
However, the young man could no longer hear his words at this moment. The aura of the end was reversed and condensed into sword intent. After entering Wu Shang's body, he only had time to see Lin Chongyang's face clearly before he directly entered the state of enlightenment.
The young man stood there stunned, and the systematic swordsmanship was demonstrated one by one from simple to complex in his consciousness.
The sword intention is also helping him sort out the messy inner energy, guiding him how to use the sword intention correctly, and at the same time solving the hidden dangers in his body.
After confirming that the young man was fine, Lin Chongyang made a swipe of the Heavenly Order in his hand, and a crack appeared on the ground, gathering the dead bones all over the ground.
After the cracks closed, a stone tablet was erected on the spot, and one name after another was engraved on it.
For Lin Chongyang, this kind of thing was just a piece of cake.
While Wu Shang was still having an epiphany, since he decided to stay for a while longer, he simply began to secretly reform Mu Sheng.
………
When Wushang woke up from his epiphany, he looked at the drastically changed environment and fell into confusion.
The first thing that catches the eye is an underground river that is led from the depths of the dark place of Mu Sheng. The water gurgling silently and endlessly flows through this world in no hurry or slowness.
The dead bones on the ground also disappeared, and a stone tablet stood not far from him. He even saw his parents' names on it.
Now, it has nothing to do with darkness. Balls of red-gold flames glowed and heated up on the stone lamps on the cave wall. He even saw the stone bed and table through the firelight.
If the patio wasn't still there, he would have thought that he had been taken to some other place.
Just when Wushang was wondering about Lin Chongyang's whereabouts, a crack suddenly appeared in the space around him, and the young man who walked out of it said:
"woke up?"
Taking advantage of this time, he took a look outside and bought some things.
No matter where they are, gold and silver are common currencies, and the consumption level of the Tower of Metta is far lower than that of the Misery.
"Thank you, sorry." The young man said very little, but he knew his priorities clearly.
He was very aware of everything that happened to him. Although his family was exterminated, he read many of the classics left behind by the family while waiting to die.
"Let's eat something first. I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so I only bought some lighter food."
………
That year, Wu Shang, who had not yet become an autistic literary youth, ushered in a turning point in his life.
Although Lin Chongyang no longer accepts disciples, this does not prevent him from giving guidance to the juniors he is optimistic about. It is normal for him to pass on a few tricks when he is in a good mood.
As time goes by, the relationship between the two is also changing.
In Wu Shang's understanding, Lin Chongyang played a very special role, allowing him to gradually come out of his loneliness.
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