Two years ago, Qingwu brought Lu Ran ashore from Zhuohai. At Lu Ran's insistence, he once returned to Lujiacun.
At that time, Lujia Village had become Lujia Tomb.
Although the corpses of the villagers were all collected and buried by people sent by the town, and buried together on the hillside behind the village, the village that was not burned down was still there.
The memories that cannot be burned are still there.
Lu Ran walked among the ruins, walking from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and then back from the end of the village to the beginning of the village, over and over again, walking back and forth fifteen times.
Then he stood still for a long time in front of a low earthen building that was scorched black by the fire.
Among the unfinished ashes, there was a coffin, which was intact, but was filled with fly ash.
Lu Ran also said to Qingwu: "The quality of this coffin is really good. This is my grandpa's coffin."
That day, Lu Ran didn't yell or cry. He just said these words, and then followed Qingwu, left his hometown, left Xia Ya, and walked all the way here.
Today, it is true that Lu Ran has not mentioned his grandpa or his revenge for a long time.
"Don't think about it. This old man is not your grandpa. Hurry up and kill him. Use 'Miss Tree'."
Lu Ran came back to his senses and asked calmly: "Why?"
"What why?"
"Why kill him?"
"Why do you need a reason to kill him?"
"I understand."
"Then why don't you take action?"
"I'm thinking, maybe it would be better to kill the child? Or, if we kill them both together, will they no longer have any worries?"
Qingwu saw Lu Ran holding "Miss Shu's" hand, his veins bulging and he was trembling slightly.
Qingwu grinned and said, "I forgot to ask you, have you ever killed anyone?"
"Killed." Lu Ran's answer was extremely straightforward. He had indeed killed, and more than one of them. In the fight between 3022 and 100 people, how could he survive to the end if he didn't kill someone.
That was thirty years, eleven thousand three hundred and eighty-five fights.
"Actually, there is nothing difficult. You humans kill countless aliens every day." Qingwu's tone seemed to be filled with infinite nostalgia: "Not to mention the extraordinary saints, every practitioner must first understand one truth, that all races are equal. , people are not the masters of this world."
Lu Ran suddenly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask you, what tribe do you belong to? A beast? Or a monster?"
"Everyone who has horns is my descendant."
A strange blue flashed through her green eyes, like two fireflies flying away from each other in front of her. She gave an ultimatum: "Your real grandpa is still waiting for your revenge."
"Those who die in vain can only be slaves in bliss."
Lu Ran nodded and whispered, "Miss Shu, please give me the sword."
Miss Shu turned silently and turned into a strange sharp sword, the tip of the blade trembling as if she was hungry.
"Kill this old man, this old man has no future."
Lu Ran's sword had already been thrust out.
"Killing this child, this child has no memories."
Lu Ran didn't look back, and the second sword had already been thrust out.
"Kill both of them, because humans are nothing but the true talents of immortals."
The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword.
In just three to five breaths, Lu Ran thrust out seven swords.
The seven swords were all pierced on the boulder. As expected, "Miss Tree" was a magic weapon. She struck the stone with wood, just like pounding garlic with a diamond. The boulder left seven holes as smooth as water.
But he didn't hit the old man or the child with his sword.
Qingwu roared angrily: "Are you unable to do it, or are you just not right?"
Lu Ran raised his sword and stood in front of the boulder, in front of the old man and the young man.
The silly kid didn't know what was going on at first. He was stunned for a while and then suddenly started crying. He peed his pants while crying.
The old man reacted quickly. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed, begging for mercy. After a while, his forehead was bloody and bloody.
Seeing that Lu Ran's face was expressionless and motionless, the two of them finally hugged each other tightly, gave up on survival, and just waited quietly for that moment to come.
"What's the point of killing a lamb to be slaughtered? I'm not a butcher. Qing, these two people are too weak to be worth killing at all. You gave me the magic weapon. For the first time, drink blood." Such blood? What a waste, Qing."
After knowing each other for two years, Qingwu heard Lu Ran speak in such a cold tone for the first time. Looking at his face again, his eyes were red, as if there was fire in the blood, or blood in the fire.
This is indeed a bloody sight.
Qingwu then clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay. Otherwise, if you kill these two people, you will have to pay your debt to me again. This time, I will consider you to have passed."
Lu Ran's words were still cold and emotionless, and he said to the two people who had escaped, "Did you hear that? Please leave quickly."
The child was still sobbing, but the old man looked at Lu Ran in confusion, and then he realized what he was doing. He quickly let go of the child and said to the child: "Quickly, thank this immortal master for not killing him."
The child didn't seem to understand, so he imitated the old man's example and turned his head to bow down.
Just when Lu Ran was about to put out the fire in his eyes and turn around to leave, the scene suddenly changed.
The child fell down and bowed. The moment he stood up and bowed again, two soft swords suddenly flew out from his sleeves and stabbed Qingwu's eyes straight.
At the same time, the old man raised his head, spit out a scimitar from his mouth, and slid towards Lu Ran's throat at an incredible speed and angle.
Green light flashed in Qingwu's eyes, and the child flew with both swords. He completely missed his aim, made a sharp turn, and stabbed Lu Ran's eyes.
The fire in Lu Ran's eyes was almost extinguished, but when the sword energy and the wind came, the sky rose again.
In an instant, two holes burned through the night.
Although these two people also have the power of Red Immortal, it is not that Lu Ran has never killed Red Immortal.
Sometimes he just forgets, just wants to forget that he has killed someone.
Lu Ran did not retreat, but just lowered his head from the two men's attack and slid forward like a fish.
The "Miss Tree" in the hand made two bangs, like two cannonballs exploding, like two shots fired in the world of 3022.
The old man and the young man each screamed, and "Miss Shu" pierced their bodies with the body-protecting energy. The two streams of blood crisscrossed each other, as if they had drawn a "X".
Two faint flying lights flew rapidly into the void.
Lu Ran followed Ke Zhizi's example and frowned. The fire in his eyes had disappeared, and his tone finally returned to normal: "Those who plot against others should die ten thousand times."
When he looked back and saw Qingwu, tears of joy like gemstones actually fell from his eyes.
"If I had known that the tears you shed were all gems, why would you have killed a bandit and his family? I will beat you and cry every day!"
Lu Ran picked up a green "tear" and said angrily, just like the two people's daily fights with each other.
There was no sound from the blue sky, and I looked up at the sky.
Countless pear blossoms, as white as snow, fell one after another.
