Blood rained heavily, and a figure in white ran wildly in the rain. 1(1).
Sometimes it roars, sometimes it roars, and the rain of blood around it swirls around.
It rained all night, and when the sun rose, the hazy sky gradually cleared up.
The Eight Cold Hells, Flower City, this city covered with delicate flowers, is as picturesque as you can see, like a world sketched by the tip of a painter's pen.
The vicissitudes of the city wall are covered with ivy, and the rays of the morning sun fall on it. The ivy climbs up desperately, just to get more sunshine and moisture.
A sudden breeze blew up the raindrops swirling under the ivy.
The rain washed over the sky all night long, and a hint of blue appeared in the sky. Such a sky was extremely rare in hell.
Waves of fragrance permeate the Flower City, which was originally a simple settlement composed of some tribes, but has become a landscape on the horizon.
The tall boulder gate suddenly fell down, and the sound of horse hooves gradually rose up, crushing the residual red on the ground.
The sad song of dead leaves floats in the morning wind, the desolate and desolate river flows backward, and the fallen red wounds are piled all over the ground.
Tall horses galloped out one after another, petals flying between the horses' hooves. The warrior with a stern look sat safely on the horse, and the sword in his hand glowed with a faint cold light.
Wang You is a warrior in the Huacheng tribe. Although his cultivation is not strong, he is extremely experienced in fighting. With his rich experience, the team he leads kills thousands of monsters every month.
Early in the morning, Wang You led dozens of warriors on horseback out of the city. After a night of indulgence, most of them had a look of exhaustion on their faces.
"You have to be very alert now, hunting monsters is no small matter!" Wang You nagged, his nagging always made the other members smile helplessly.
Bang bang! The tall horse jumped several feet, like an arrow leaving the string.
Just after leaving Huacheng, Wang You's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled on the reins. The wild horse immediately neighed and jumped up, its hoofs jumping in the air.
The faces of several warriors changed slightly, they raised their heads and looked forward.
An old figure stood in front of the stone path, with long hair messily draped over his shoulders, covering his old face.
Even so, those vicissitudes of eyes were still exposed to the sight of Wang You and others.
The old man held a rusty sword in his right hand. The sword was dim and not even as sharp as a sword should be.
"Old man, it's time for the hunting team to leave the city. If you don't want to be hit by a horse, go away quickly!" A middle-aged man with a scar on his face scolded.*1*1*
If Wang You hadn't pulled the reins in time, the old man would have been knocked out by the force of the horse's impact.
At the same time, given his old age, this collision might be enough to kill him.
The old man ignored the middle-aged man's scolding, but looked blankly at the void where the petals were flying, and occasionally smiled stupidly.
"Idiot?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly. The next words he said immediately died in his stomach.
"Yusong, help him aside!" Wang Youjian also frowned. The vitality he felt in the old man in front of him was extremely weak.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly, dismounted, helped the old man to the side of the avenue, and muttered: "Old man, you are lucky to have met the king, otherwise no one else would pay attention to you, an old man who is about to be buried!"
The middle-aged man didn't care whether the old man understood. He pointed at the wide stone path and kept talking: "Old man, remember not to run there. Huacheng Avenue is the only way for hunting teams to pass, and there will be many warriors coming and going tomorrow.
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"How can your body withstand someone's collision?" The middle-aged man shook his head. He noticed that the old man's eyes were always so dull, and there was a silly smile on the corner of his mouth.
"What a lunatic!" The middle-aged man patted the old man's shoulder with his right hand, and a trace of strong energy poured into the old man's body along the palm of his hand.
The old man's pale face rarely showed a trace of blood. He stopped his hand. The middle-aged man shook his head and strode towards Wang You and others.
"Let's go!" Wang You sighed slightly, feeling a sad feeling in his heart for some reason, especially when he looked at the silly smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, this feeling became stronger.
After this small episode, Wang You and others became much more energetic, and their previous fatigue was swept away.
"Drive!" Dozens of horses galloped up again, splashing mud all over the ground.
Autumn is coming, and the old man is standing under the pear tree. The fragrant pear blossoms are blooming under the silent sky, and the faint fragrance is intoxicating.
Petals as thin as snow fell on the old man's face. The old man didn't know it. He looked at the flying petals blankly, his eyes without any focus.
Flowers fell and flew all over the sky, and the weak vitality dissipated on the petals.
When the petals crossed the old man's face, a subtle trace of vitality sank into the old man's body.
The old man had no idea that his eyes were always blank, lost in the colorful sky.
The rising sun was rising, and the lazy autumn light turned the petals all over the sky into a layer of gold. The Flower City, which had been silent for a night, returned to its previous bustle. A warrior with a fierce aura galloped out on horseback, forming a team to go out of the city to hunt monsters.
The fierce murderous aura and the flying petals are intertwined, which is both contradictory and natural.
Most of the warriors noticed the old man's existence and cast a surprised look. When they noticed that there was no real energy fluctuation in the old man's body, they withdrew their gaze and rode away.
The cold autumn wind combed his bones, and the old man's figure trembled slightly, just like the falling dead leaves, floating to no one knows where.
The petals fell on the sword. The sword was so rusty that even the petals couldn't scratch it.
The old man suddenly laughed wildly, raised the sword in his hand, and swung it wildly and stupidly. His sword was like his old body, powerless, and could not even bring about a sword breeze.
When he was crazy, he danced with his sword, and when he was quiet, he looked at the sky. The old man kept repeating these actions, and sometimes he laughed wildly. No one knew what he was laughing about, maybe not even himself.
The hustle and bustle of the world did not affect the old man, nor did the old man's madness affect the liveliness of the flower city. People passing by stopped to watch, and after watching for a while, they left after feeling bored.
Most people just know that there is an old madman coming from outside Huacheng, he is crazy and stupid.
The arrival of the old man just became a topic for some idle people to talk about after dinner. As time went by, the setting sun has not faded yet.
The afterglow shone on the sky, glowing with a residual red, blushing the unstained clouds, and a gentle wind blew over the city wall covered with ivy, causing petals to fly.
Ta da! The warriors who went out to hunt came back on horseback. Most of them were injured. As these warriors entered the city, a faint smell of blood filled the air.
Wang You rode back with a faint joy on his face. Today's hunting was quite rich, with hundreds of monsters. The essence and blood of these monsters can be refined into blood crystals, and their flesh and blood can also be used as food and wine.
"Wang Tou, I met a crazy old man this morning, and we'll have a good harvest today. It seems that crazy old man can also bring good luck to people!" The middle-aged man named Yusong chuckled, with a trace of blood still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
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Wang You also smiled. Suddenly, Wang You was shaken and looked straight into the distance: "He is still here!"
Hearing this, Yusong raised his head and looked forward. What he saw was an old figure, dancing with a chaotic sword style and a lifeless sword.
An inexplicable sadness emerged in the hearts of Wang You and others. Wang You sighed slightly. He could feel that the old man's breath was weaker than this morning. Maybe tomorrow, the vitality in the old man's body would completely dissipate.
After dismounting, Wang You stepped on the flower mud on the ground and strode towards the old man.
The old man was probably used to being watched by people, so he didn't pay attention to Wang Shi's arrival, and his rusty sword feebly cut through the void.
"I don't know your past, but you are not suitable to be a swordsman now!"
"You can't hold the sword with your hand!" Wang You whispered, raising his right hand, and his thick true energy flowed out.
Wang You took a step forward and placed his body on the old man's shoulders like a fluttering dead leaf. The old man was shocked and stood there stupidly without struggling.
Thick zhenqi poured into the old man's body. Wang You breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Old man, the sunrise tomorrow will be beautiful. I hope you can see it!"
Withdrawing his hand, Wang You jumped on the horse again and rode into the city.
Weak Qi was flowing in the old man's body, and the meridians in his body were damaged, and these gentle Qi nourished the broken meridians.
The falling petals fell in the deepest part of the night, the setting sun disappeared, and the dim music echoed in the flower city.
During the day, the Flower City is filled with beauties as quiet as water, while at night, the Flower City is filled with wandering singers. The lights illuminate the small Flower City as brightly as day.
After a day of fighting, the warriors gather their friends, hang out in the wine pavilion, and play in the land of flowers and willows.
In an ordinary wine shop, Wang was holding a wine pot with his right hand and looking up to the sky to drink. The sound of drinking water was endless.
In a wine shop where people were singing and dancing, Wang You's heart still couldn't integrate into the prosperity around him. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sadness, and an old figure lingered in his mind for a long time.
"Alas!" Wang You sighed slightly, the wine was getting worse and worse.
The other warriors were a little surprised as to why the leader was sighing due to the great harvest today. Only Yusong could guess some clues.
"I'm going for a walk!" Wang You stood up, grabbed several bottles of wine, left a few words and walked out of the wine shop.
The weak lights danced, and the evening wind blew through, lifting up the falling petals.
Wang You was drinking and walking, and the sounds of men's ecstasy could be heard from both sides from time to time, sometimes mixed with the moans of some singers.
Walking through the noisy streets, Wang You didn't know when he came to the city gate. The city gate bathed in the moonlight looked a bit eerie and beautiful, especially the spreading ivy with frost and dew emerging on it.
Wang You walked out of the flower city by accident, and the wide stone path was covered with a layer of petals.
There was deathly silence outside the Flower City, with only the sound of falling flowers remaining.
The cold moonlight flows out like water. In front of the flowers and under the moon, a rusty sword flickers between the flowers...