In the breeze, a figure in white clothes floated over.
Her aura and figure were both extremely elusive, so much so that Liu Liying, who was leaning on a bamboo forest not far away and swaying a folding fan in her hand, didn't notice her at all.
Naturally located on the second floor.
Lin Zhao was lying on the bed, breathing evenly, and had fallen asleep.
For a moment, the woman in white raised her lips and revealed a refreshing smile. In fact, she had been thinking for a long time about whether to pass on the Eternal Sword Sutra to Lin Zhao. After all, Lin Zhao's current level was still shallow, and he might benefit greatly from learning it, but how much
Some are pulling seedlings to encourage their growth.
But time waits for no one, and no one knows when the next catastrophe will come. She can only prepare as early as possible, so learning the Eternal Sword Sutra now has only advantages and no disadvantages for Lin Zhao.
As for how far he can practice the Eternal Sword Scripture and what level he has reached, it all depends on Lin Zhao's talent and luck.
She frowned and looked at Lin Zhao's sleeping face on the bed under the moonlight, her beautiful eyes filled with reluctance.
They had just met, but they were about to be separated again. Among the several disciples, only Lin Zhao had the worst background and had suffered the most. Now, a catastrophe is coming to the world, but this young disciple does not know that he is going to face it.
What are you wearing?
But there is no way. Which of her disciples in the eternal secret realm is not the mainstay between heaven and earth, enduring the baptism of wind and frost in the human world?
She looked at the sword Lin Zhao used as a pillow on the bedside.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword was once his own sword. Now, the extraordinary spirituality in the Dragon-Slaying Sword seems to have moved.
The woman in white smiled slightly: "Is it time to wake up?"
"Um."
A faint sigh came from the Dragon-Slaying Sword, saying: "I know how to handle Xiao Zhao's affairs, so you don't need to meddle in it."
"Hmph~~~"
The woman in white laughed angrily. As the memory of the one in the Dragon-Slaying Sword continued to revive, his anger was getting bigger and bigger.
Finally, she glanced at Lin Zhao again.
He immediately turned around, no longer looking back, and a ray of transcendent sword intent enveloped his whole body. He soared directly with his sword, turning into a ray of golden sword light and disappearing between heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, he was already heading to the upper realm.
…
The ancestral land of the demon tribe, Demon Soul Mountain.
At the core of the forbidden area, the demonic aura soared into the sky, and wisps of demonic soul figures awakened from the wilderness, just for the twelve-level demon that seemed to turn into a mad dog, Huang Tingyu, who betrayed the demon clan and joined the human race.
"come!"
At this time, Huang Tingyu was already covered in blood. The amber blade of the sword in his hand was stained with blood, and wisps of bloody sword energy were swirling around the blade.
He turned around and looked at the 20 demon souls of the ancient demons surrounding him, with murderous intent in his eyes: "If you can't kill me, Huang Tingyu, today, you will all disappear!!"
"What a loud tone!"
An old man with an ancient tiger dharma prostrate behind him sat on a hill, holding a golden spear in his hand, and said with a smile: "Huang Tingyu, you are only in the twelve realms, do you really think you are a peak demon immortal?
"
Another twelve-level sword cultivator demon soul with a sword behind him sneered: "That bullshit peak demon immortal, in my opinion, is just a bereaved dog who doesn't know whether to live or die."
"Huang Tingyu!"
On top of a towering stalagmite, stood a middle-aged demon monk wearing a gray gown, holding a throwing knife in his hand, and sneered: "Then what benefits did Chu Huaixi give you to make you so loyal?
, are you so willing to be a watchdog for the human race?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
Huang Tingyu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You bunch of rubbish, aren't you also the watchdogs of the Demon Clan's ancestral land? Can you see the opportunity deep in the wilderness of this ancestral land, where capable people can live?"
"Everyone!"
A enchanting banshee with a bloody whip in her hand sneered: "There is no need to talk so much to this lost dog. Let's go together and cut him into pieces, leaving a dog head and sending it to Qing Dynasty."
Kui Demon Ancestor may be able to exchange some resources for the ancestral land."
"superior!"
A group of big monsters came over one after another.
Huang Tingyu roared angrily, and where the sword blade rose, wisps of sword light shot up into the sky. He was fighting dozens of ancient demon spirits alone, but he didn't seem to show any fear.
There are more and more scars on his body, and they are densely packed, and green smoke is rising from the wounds. Since his bloodline showed signs of returning to his ancestors, Huang Tingyu's physical strength has become stronger and stronger, and he can continue to fight in battles.
Healing his injuries is why he has been able to reach this point.
Basically, as long as these big monsters can't cut Huang Tingyu into pieces in a short period of time, he will never die.
On the contrary, Huang Tingyu, who has been tempered between life and death, seems to have the feeling that the wildness of his distant ancestors is beginning to revive. The sword energy between the swords becomes more and more fierce, and even the sword intention is a bit stronger.
There are signs of the situation, and as the sword is slashed out, the sword center becomes more and more stable.
In this way, the outside world could not feel the edge of the battle deep in the forbidden area of the ancestral land.
Outside Demon Soul Mountain, a young swordsman wearing an ivy-colored gown was fishing.
Lin Zhujie glanced at the fish guards. The two fish guards he carried had already exploded. It was not because his fishing skills were unparalleled, but because Brother Huang had been honing his skills in the forbidden area for too long.
Fortunately, although the fish guards have already exploded, Lin Zhujie is a twelve-level swordsman. He drew his long sword and drew a golden barrier on a nearby lake, directly drawing the ground as a prison, and another large fish guard.
, I can catch fish for a long time this time.
He frowned and hesitated in his heart. The fish in his ancestral land were all wild and quite fat. If Huang Tingyu really came out alive, he would go to see Lin Zhao with several thousand kilograms of fish catch and ask for Shan
By offering the first gift to the Lord, will it make the worship of this mountaintop garden more secure?
The future is promising!
For a moment, Lin Zhujie's mouth was full of smiles. He raised his head and looked into the depths of Demon Soul Mountain. He prayed secretly in his heart, Brother Huang, please don't die. Otherwise, Lin Zhujie's path will be ruined for the rest of his life.
I disappeared with him, I originally wanted to eat and drink at the mountain top garden!
…
Early morning, the mountain top garden.
Lin Zhao woke up from his sleep leisurely and searched up and down the mountain, but his master was missing.
"Lin Zhao."
Not far away, Lu Qi, who was passing Tiantianju with a pear blossom gun on his back, clasped his fists and smiled, saying: "The Lord of God has returned to the upper realm. You were sleeping soundly at the time, so she didn't tell you."
"Really?" Lin Zhao was surprised.
"Um."
Lu Qi smiled and said: "There is no longer the awe-inspiring aura of the eternal secret realm between heaven and earth, so she must have returned to the upper realm. Moreover, this time she has done all the things she should do in the lower realm, so she did not say goodbye to you.
I'm probably afraid that I won't be able to leave you."
"I know, thank you very much!"
Lin Zhao nodded and smiled.
Lu Qi waved his hand and walked down the mountain with a strange pace, as if he was running some kind of Mohist technique.
"Son."
Dongzang walked out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Breakfast is ready."
"Um."
Lin Zhao smiled and nodded. In fact, Dong Zang is now an eleventh realm spirit. Logically speaking, it would be inappropriate to let her do such things as cooking. But it seems... there is no need to change the status quo. Dong Zang Being able to enter the Tao depends on your hard work and duty in the mountain top garden. There is no need to deliberately change.
Soon after, Gao Zhi, Tang Guangjun, Yu Wanning, Chen Ben and others all arrived, and the breakfast at the mountain top garden began.
Noodles were still eaten for breakfast. Dong Zang cooked noodles with different flavors, but Lin Zhao undoubtedly chose the eel noodles. There was no other way, it was too fragrant.
"Master!"
Zhang Luobai took a big mouthful of noodles with a slurp, raised his head and said, "Where is the master's master?"
"What about up there?"
Lin Zhao pointed at the sky.
"ah!?"
Tears filled Zhang Luobai's eyes instantly: "Master's master is so good-looking, and he is so kind to me, Zhang Luobai. I never thought... that she would be so young... how unfair would God be to our lineage?"
"Snapped!"
Lin Zhao directly gave him a chestnut on the forehead and said: "What a mess, Master, she just ascended back to the upper world, nothing happened."
"Oh, that's how it is……"
Zhang Luobai burst into laughter and immediately lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.
Lin Zhao shook his head. Our lineage may be able to flourish in the field of swordsmanship in the future, but there is still something wrong with our brains.
He took a deep breath and went back to meditate on the Eternal Sword Sutra. He had to create a new set of inverted sword stakes, tailor-made for Zhang Luobai, a brat like Zhang Luobai, and use the opportunity of sword practice to knock his little brains out. water in.
…
Practice boxing in the morning.
In the afternoon, I continued to practice swordsmanship, still practicing the Eternal Sword Sutra.
But he still hadn't practiced for long, and Lin Zhao felt his head was dizzy. Although he was not far away from entering the first level of the Eternal Sword Sutra, he felt that his spiritual power seemed to have been exhausted and he had to stop. At this time, Chen Xue sent a message that it was time to have supper.
Had to go offline.
In the studio hall, Ding Chi put his arm around Zhang Jun's shoulders and went downstairs. He smiled and said that a certain girl in the guild liked Lawyer Ding's style and was meticulous in doing things. However, Zhang Jun scoffed and said that there were ten thousand girls in the guild. They all said that they like their extraordinary appearance. Ding Chi said that he also likes your bald head. Zhang Jun stopped talking at that time.
Lin Zhao was a little depressed, perhaps due to the influence of practicing the Eternal Sword Sutra in the game, because when he was practicing the Eternal Sword Sutra, the activities in his brain were actually quite active, and he had to understand the essence of each sword intention. He couldn't explain the mysterious and mysterious things clearly.
After eating the supper, I fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, a military transport plane parked outside the villa.
From the plane, two figures in military uniforms stepped out, one was Murong Feiyue and the other was Ning Yu.
…
In the early morning of the next day, Lin Zhao fell into a deep sleep until past ten o'clock.
After waking up, I found that the furnishings in my room had been moved. There was a bouquet of flowers on the desk, and there was also a piece of paper left by Murong Feiyue: Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't wake you up. I'll change it for you. I also received a bouquet of flowers and an old photo from the old house, which was pressed under the glass on the desk.
"ah?"
Lin Zhao lowered his head and looked, and sure enough, there was a mottled old photo on the desk. It showed a young couple and their seven-year-old son. It was a photo of himself when he was a child. In the blank space of the photo, there were signatures of his parents.
name.
Father, Lin Zhengxi.
Mother, Murong Qin.
There were some traces of fire on the edge of this photo, which reminded Lin Zhao of the fire caused by the car accident on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway more than a hundred years ago. His parents died of excessive burns in order to protect themselves.
As for Lin Zhao himself, he was protected by his parents. He was also severely burned and had to use human freezing technology to survive, so he also had a burn mark on his arm.
He lowered his head and glanced at his right arm. On his arm, there was an eye-catching burn mark about twenty centimeters long.
The so-called Qilin Fire Seal is nothing more than the last memory left behind by my parents who risked their lives to protect me.
He rubbed the photo.
Suddenly, tears rolled down his face, and he knelt in front of the desk, crying so hard that his whole body convulsed.
At this moment, the boy in the small town and Lin Zhao in reality finally reunited. This chapter has been completed!
