The young master who was as gentle as jade in the past has now gradually become middle-aged. The only thing that has not changed is his majestic eyes. He does not have to look at you, but just glances at you lightly, which can make people unconsciously frightened. Be timid and fearful.
Even though Qi'er was already a master in the realm of knowing the sky, the sudden arrival of his master made Qi'er panic. The scene of his master's head falling to the ground came to Qi'er's mind again. He knew that his master's identity was not simple. Now, Qi'er could not help but panic. This time I will definitely have something important to do for myself.
Looking back at his wife and children, the beggar suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave. But then he thought about it, if his master had not rescued him, he would have died in the hands of those beggars. The beggar was determined in his heart that his life was already his master's. No matter what you have to do, you must do your best.
"I haven't seen you for so many years. How are you?"
Seeing the beggar kneeling on the ground, the master spoke first and began to greet him, his tone as calm as before.
"Thanks to the master, everything is fine for this little man. Not only does he have a roof to cover his head, but he also has his wife and children by his side. All this depends on..." the beggar replied hurriedly.
I thought of the group of masters who were silently hiding around the courtyard in the master's courtyard that day. I couldn't help but exude my inner strength and sense the surroundings. But the strange thing is that this time when the master came to his courtyard, there was actually a person hiding around him. None of the experts noticed it.
The beggar was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed. He glanced over his master's feet and glanced to the side. He was only accompanied by an elderly Taoist in a purple straight-collared robe. This Taoist's sleeves were three feet long. He held a white jade Tai Chi whisk in his left hand and rested it on his left arm. Above, his beard and hair are all white, his body is tall and straight, his appearance is full of energy but his appearance is not that of an old man. At this moment, this man is stroking his long beard with his hands, closing his eyes and meditating.
The Taoist seemed to sense Beggar's inner strength. He opened his eyes slightly and met Beggar's gaze. Just one glance made Beggar's heart tremble.
"What a martial state this is." Qi'er secretly thought that he had received the inner strength passed down from his master, and had already broken through to know the sky back then. Although he has not entered a higher martial state in these years, he has made steady progress on the way to knowing the sky. , no matter what else, he is considered to be among the top masters in this northern land. The sight of this man shocked his heart with fear, making the kneeling beggar secretly frightened.
Quickly withdrawing his inner senses, Beggar turned his eyes away from the man and stared at his master's feet, not daring to have any other thoughts. At this moment, he saw his master's spotless boots walking towards behind him.
"What a blessing. My two sons are better than me. Let me see these two boys..."
Hearing this, the beggar suddenly felt his breathing stagnant. He quickly turned around and knelt down, and said with fear: "Everything the beggar has today is given by his master. Without the master, there would be no beggar, let alone a wife." ,son..."
Upon hearing this, the master returned the child in his arms to the beggar's wife, looked at the kneeling beggar with his eyes, and then said: "Get up..."
Hearing this, the beggar breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and helped his wife and children up. Seeing that the master seemed to have something to say, he hurriedly sent his wife and son away first, and then wanted to let the master and the man into the room, but the master raised Hand said: "No need, just say it here."
The wife returned to the room with the child. Although the beggar did not know the identity of the owner, the wife was brought by the young master. Through the window lattice, the wife looked at the shocked expression and kowtow of the beggar in the small courtyard. The wife's eyes I was so sad that I seemed to understand what would happen next.
The wife settled the child, moved slowly to the couch, took out the dowry, walked calmly to the table, raised the bronze mirror, and carefully traced her eyebrows and dressed up. The woman in the bronze mirror was dignified and beautiful, but her beautiful eyes were already dark. It's full of tears...
After finishing dressing up, the wife walked towards the sleeping children again, and lightly tapped the foreheads of the two children with her red lips. After doing all this, the wife smiled with relief, patted the two sleeping children, and quietly Looking forward to what is to come.
In just one stick of incense, the door was slowly pushed open by the beggar. The beggar moved absentmindedly. The wife saw that her husband did not dare to look directly into her eyes and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Master, he told you to tell me." Something important."
"The master said...he said..." The beggar did not dare to look into his wife's eyes, and did not even dare to raise his head. He seemed to have turned into the little beggar who was kneeling on the street many years ago, stumbling. He opened his mouth, not daring to say what his master had just said to him.
"I think you have seen the troubled times in these years. Your situation back then was all caused by these troubled times. If this troubled times is not ended, more families will be broken up and people will die... I have great aspirations, but I have not been able to do so for many years. There's room for improvement..."
"I am willing to help the master achieve his great ambition..."
"What I need is a heartfelt person with a tough, ruthless and loveless heart. You have passed the three levels of prison, poison, and risking your life. He will treat you like a son, and killing him will be like killing your father. At this level, you It's over, this is loveless. I gave you my maid as your wife to help you pass the last hurdle in your heart. Your son... I allow you to raise him... As long as you are completely ruthless, you can become a child. My help..."
The master's words were like thunder, constantly ringing in his ears. Looking at the master's indifferent expression, thinking of the years of mutual support, the beggar thought in his heart, it would be better to take his wife and children and escape...
With something in mind, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the golden bell and red tassel gun in his room. But just as he was thinking about it, the old Taoist who had never spoken spoke.
"My master's words are for your own good. Without a master, you are just a beggar on the roadside. Even your parents don't have money to bury you. Sometimes, some people want to fly high when their wings become stiff... But I don't know. The sky is also under the control of others."
As the Taoist spoke, the powerful internal force radiated from his whole body instantly made Beggar, who had already entered the realm of knowing the sky, take three steps back before he stopped.
The beggar was shocked. Not only had the old Taoist's inner strength reached the state of perfection, not only had all the objects in the small courtyard not been damaged by his inner strength, not even the owner's hair, which seemed to have no inner strength, had been moved. I am afraid that the control of internal energy cannot be achieved even at the Grand Master level. Could it be that he has reached the highest level of the legendary martial arts level...
Not daring to think about it anymore, as if he was awakened by the old Taoist's words, Beggar then thought about it and thought, what the old Taoist said was right. Without his master, he would have died on the muddy street long ago. He thought I saw the miserable appearance of the people on the street... The beggar, who was confused in his heart, gradually calmed down and remembered his master's voice again in his ears.
"Why, you don't want to."
Just like the tone he used when he forced himself to behead his master, his tone was gentle, but it conveyed supreme majesty...
The beggar thought of his sons, the troubled times mentioned by his master, and the great aspirations he mentioned... Slowly kneeling down, his mind gradually settled, he kowtowed and opened his mouth, just like the oath he made when he first woke up in the small courtyard: " Master's kindness to me is like reborn parents, no matter how good my body is, whether it's the gold under my knees... this miserable life of mine belongs to the master..."
Thinking of this, the beggar raised his eyes, met his wife's gentle eyes, and said, "My master has allowed me to raise my son, but..."
"I accidentally broke the green lotus glazed lamp. This life should have been lost that year, but the master still saved me from... In these years, I married you as my wife, but you were not good at words and only said silently to me. I'm good, I know everything. I will give you my life as a declaration of surrender. I only hope that I can marry you again in the next life. I only hope that I can marry you again in the next life... We are just in the mountains..."
As he spoke, black blood slowly oozed from his wife's eyes, which were filled with tears. She kept vomiting black blood from her mouth, and her body tilted and she was about to lean on the couch.
Seeing this, the beggar hurriedly rushed forward and hugged his wife who had passed away. Tears kept falling on the face of the child who was already sleeping soundly. The beggar wiped away the tears tremblingly, with a sudden look of determination in his eyes, and raised his hand with one hand. He rushed out and grabbed the golden bell and red tassel leaning against the window. The spear shot towards his palm as if it were alive...
The master and the old Taoist were closing their eyes and recuperating in the small courtyard. Suddenly, they suddenly felt a fire in front of them. They opened their eyes and saw the beggar covered in blood, carrying a golden bell and red tassel on his back. He was holding two sleeping children in one hand and carrying a baby in the other. The wife's head slowly walked out of the room, and the fire was gradually rising in the small courtyard room...
The old Taoist did not open his eyes, he still stood up and closed his eyes, waiting quietly for the master next to him to speak.
Seeing the beggar who had no emotion in his eyes, he knelt down beside him. The corners of his lips raised, just like the young master in those days, and he said, "I still don't know your name after all these years..."
The beggar knelt down and replied indifferently: "Back to the master, the villain's surname is He. He was poor since he was a child. His parents said that it would be easier to make a living if he had a humble life, so they gave the villain a dog's name."
The master raised his head and laughed, then said: "Don't you always want to use your master's name? Today you have passed the test, and I will give you the name of the Tao."
The beggar looked back at the fire behind him. The fire was gradually starting, but it could no longer warm his already cold heart. He looked deeply at the small courtyard that was gradually being swallowed up by the fire and the room that had warmed him for a long time. He turned back and kowtowed. , there was no light in his eyes, he just said indifferently: "What is the way, thank you master for giving me the name..."
Although there was no light in his eyes, He Zhidao's eyes gradually became clear. The eyes of the beggar back then and the eyes of He Zhidao gradually overlapped. The golden bell and red tassel swallowed into his belly seemed to have shattered his internal organs, but why? There was no fear in Tao's eyes, only the mysterious swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and the juniors of Qi Yun's martial arts...
"When we were at the foot of the mountain, didn't you say that I didn't deserve to see your true face? At this moment, here, at this moment, I would like to see you..."
After the words fell, He Zhidao stood up again with a determined and solemn intention. Different from the rising morning sun, his whole body was like the setting sun, exuding the last afterglow and pounced on everyone.
There is no gun in his hand, but the sound of golden bells can be heard in the ruined Shimen formation. In Gu Xiao's eyes, He Zhidao, who exudes the light of the remaining sun, seems to have transformed into the stone that has long been broken into powder. The red tassel spear.
The brilliance of the morning sun was originally the light of hope, but it was obscured by the bloody afterglow of the sun on He Zhidao's body, like dark clouds covering the sun, making it impossible for people to look directly.
Under the bamboo hat, although the mysterious swordsman's voice was calm, a hint of solemnity could still be heard, and he said to the people behind him: "Quickly retreat."
After finishing speaking, the wide sleeves tied diagonally around his body moved slightly, and a mighty sword energy came out from the sleeves of the mysterious swordsman. Immediately, the sword roar resounded, which made Gu Xiao and others behind him feel dizzy. They had to use their internal strength to resist the sword roar. .
The sound of swords fills the sky, and the shadows of spears reach the top,
In the place of life and death, in a moment,
Qian Ning is determined to take the lead, and his sword is like Pangu opening the sky.
The mysterious swordsman's zhenqi not only made the sound of a sword, but also condensed into the shape of a sword in an instant, facing the gun radiance like blood and the setting sun...
"This is the real form of condensation..." This was the last scene Gu Xiao saw before losing consciousness, and it was hard to hide his shock.
But then the mysterious swordsman and He Zhidao, who had reached his peak, clashed with each other and the huge air waves produced caused everyone present to faint...
The shadow of the gun falls,
The sound of the sword disappears,
Victory points,
Morning sunrise...
Some people died, but not completely...
