The dilapidated streets, the swaying lights, the peaceful ancient temples, the desolate stall holders, the young man's eyes fell on the end of the street, which is the direction where the children left.
The dancing lights evoke the youth's memories. A long time ago, there was a chubby boy who led a naughty snot-nosed girl and disappeared at the end of the street.
"The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng has finished his remaining life, knocking wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures, why bother?" the young man whispered, his voice falling in the wind and snow.
Turning around, the young man pushed the dilapidated stall and walked towards the way he came. The wind chime swayed, and its tinkling sound resounded again, extremely clear.
The ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, the pure ancient temple, the shadows of the lamps are miserable, the cold wind blows, the lights are swaying in the wind, the sound of the wooden fish ding-dong-ding-dong comes from the ancient temple, in front of the green lantern, a woman is sitting on her knees
On the ground, three thousand blue hairs also fell to the ground.
The woman is extremely pretty, but in front of this ancient Buddha, her pretty face is more peaceful. The woman is gently tapping the wooden fish and singing Sanskrit scriptures in her mouth.
The voice was low, and the woman stood up suddenly. The sound of wooden fish stopped abruptly. She turned around and walked to the window. The cold moonlight fell into her eyes. She looked through the window at the dilapidated street and the road that was gradually going away.
The figure murmured softly: "The ancient Buddha with a blue lantern has ended his remaining life, knocking the wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures!" The black hair was flying, the woman turned around, and continued to knock the wooden fish and chant the Buddhist scriptures.
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
That day, that month, that year, that life. I forgot everything, gave up my faith, and gave up reincarnation, just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha has long lost its luster.
If you miss some things in life, you will miss them, and the same is true for Xiao Yan.
The young man pushed the dilapidated stall, walked through the dilapidated streets, dilapidated buildings, and the desolate imperial capital. He kept walking, walking out of the wind and snow, and getting lost in the wind and snow.
Until we came to a magnificent stone gate. There was a plaque hanging on the stone gate. The big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes on the plaque looked very eye-catching: Xiao Mansion!
The Xiao Mansion was where the Xiao family, the five major aristocratic families in the imperial capital, was in the past. Today, only the Xiao family and the sword-controlling family are the only ones left among the five major aristocratic families in the imperial capital.
A hint of sword intent filled the handwriting. The young man raised his head and saw the dilapidated stall in front of the stone gate. When the guard who was standing in front of the stone gate saw the young man, his expression changed and he showed an extremely respectful expression: "See you.
Pass the young master!"
Every family has its legend, just like the Ye family, Ye Shaohan is the legend of the Ye family, and the young man in front of him is the legend of the Xiao family.
Facing the respectful expressions of the guards, the young man just smiled honestly, "Today is your duty, haha!"
Bang bang! The sound of rapid footsteps came out in vain inside the stone door. Xiao Ziyun, a genius on the former Royal Academy's most famous list, came out with a sword. Looking at the slightly fat figure in front of him, he said hastily: "Something happened.
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A long time ago, the young man in front of me was called a waste of the Xiao family. However, today, this waste of the Xiao family has become someone that the entire Xiao family looks up to.
"What happened?" The young man still had a smile on his lips and his eyes fell on Xiao Ziyun.
"There is news from the Sword God Sect that two days ago, Xiao Luoxue, a disciple of Xiyue Peak, was kidnapped by a mysterious strong man!" Xiao Ziyun whispered.
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Ziyun and others were shaken, and a terrifying pressure filled the air in vain. Under this pressure, Xiao Ziyun and others were all stunned.
Exit a few steps.
"Xiao Luoxue!" The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth froze. His originally slightly curved figure was as tall and straight as a mountain ridge. If before, the young man was a sword covered by time, then at this moment, the young man is an unsheathed sword.
sword.
Just this change made the world change color in vain. The young man looked at Xiao Mansion and whispered: "The sword is not rusty, it is time to use it!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ziyun's figure trembled. Is he about to draw his sword?
Fatty Xiao, Xiao Ziyun! Master Xiao’s sword!
Master Xiao’s sword!
An unsheathed sword, standing here, represents heaven and earth.
The young man raised his head, looked at the Xiao Mansion, and murmured softly: "Proud of the world!"
A crisp sword chant resounded throughout the Xiao Mansion, and this sound seemed to resound deep in everyone's souls.
A bright sword light shot out within the Xiao Mansion, followed by a sharp sound of breaking wind.
In just an instant, a sword light shot into the void and landed just in front of the young man. The young man held the long sword, and the sword light surrounded it.
"I remember I said a long time ago that if I were to be the Martial Emperor in my lifetime, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms!" the young man murmured in a low voice.
"Proud of the world, one day, you will be proud of the world for nine days!" The crisp sword chant resounded, and the young man turned around, his body no longer bent down, but as straight as the spine of a sword.
"Being able to enter the Sword God Gate silently under the supervision of the Jade Emperor Palace, apart from the mysterious forces, there are only three major halls left!" The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the young man's voice blended into the wind and snow.
"Three Halls, I hope you won't take action!" A cold wind blew in, and the snowflakes fell on the young man's body. When the wind stopped, the snow fell, and the young man's figure disappeared into the wind and snow.
In an instant, Xiao Ziyan and many other Xiao family disciples raised their heads and looked at the sky, where a sword light flashed across.
Although the young man has left, the terrifying coercion still remains in everyone's hearts and will not dissipate for a long time.
The pear tree covered with snow in the courtyard is blooming again, with green buds hanging on the branches. The flower has withered and will bloom again next year.
But this person left, can he come back again? Snow fell on the branches, and in the white courtyard, this green spot was particularly eye-catching.
A sword light was still swaying in the wind. Under the snowflakes, a thin figure was holding a sword in his hand in front of the solitary grave, and stabbed out with a sword.
Every snowflake fell on the sword light, and Zhang Ming's eyes were as empty as ever.
The wind blew, the snow fell, and Ye Gaotong's figure appeared in the courtyard.
"Something happened?" Zhang Ming whispered, the sword in his hand still did not stop, he drew the sword and put it away.
"Well, news came from the Sword God Sect that Xiao Luoxue was taken away!" Ye Gaotong said solemnly.
When the sword stopped, Zhang Ming turned around and glanced at Ye Gaotong. He didn't say anything, but thought deeply. After a few breaths, he said: "The Ye family is temporarily left to you!"
"I know!" Ye Gaotong whispered, sighed helplessly, exited the courtyard, and returned to the top of the attic.
Turning around, Zhang Ming looked at the lonely grave and said softly: "I'm leaving first!"
The snow fell, Zhang Ming held the sword, turned around without hesitation, stepped out of the courtyard, and disappeared into Niefeng City in just a few steps.
In the courtyard, the pear tree was still blooming with vitality, and the solitary grave was still the same, except that a figure dancing a sword was missing.
The wind blows gently, bringing sighs from the past life. Who buried a lifetime of promises in front of your tomb? Look at the sky full of snowflakes, sadness is flowing, but it cannot cover up the mottled passage of time.
Thousands of meters away from Niefeng City, Zhang Ming's figure emerged in the void, his eyes were closed tightly, and his terrifying soul power spread out. When he noticed that familiar breath crossing the sky, Zhang Ming opened his eyes,
He took a step forward and disappeared into the sky.
The strong wind roared in the sky, and its bright sword light penetrated the surrounding void in vain, and the space was shattered in vain.
Broken space turbulence hit the surroundings, and under this pressure, two invisible space ripples spread out.
These two people were clearly the two guardians back then. They were the ones who blocked the blood shadow for a moment, but finally allowed the blood shadow to escape. Both of them looked solemnly ahead, a long sword floating in the turbulent flow of space.
middle.
Endless sharp edges surrounded the surroundings. On the hilt of the sword, the two guardians could clearly see two words: Proud of the world!
"Inner Courtyard! Guardian!" A voice echoed in vain next to their ears.
The expressions of the two people changed slightly, and under their gazes, a slightly plump figure emerged next to the sword.
Seeing this figure, their expressions changed again, they made a slight sword salute and whispered: "I've seen Deacon Xiao!"
Butler Xiao and Xiao Ziyun closed their eyes with a slightly solemn expression. There was still a trace of breath left in the air, which was the breath of Xiao Luoxue's skills.
"The person who kidnapped Xiao Luoxue passed here?" Xiao Ziyun suddenly said, opening his eyes, a heart-stopping sword light flashed deep in his dark eyes.
These two guardians were both in the realm of spiritual emperors, but when facing Xiao Ziyun, who had no aura on his body, they felt an inexplicable pressure.
"Two days ago, a Level 3 Spirit Master robbed Xiao Luoxue while he was passing by. At that time, we and I happened to intercept him!"
"However, that man's magical power is very weird. He can still escape under the blockade of the two of us by using that weird magical power!"
"We already informed the inner courtyard about this on that day!" The two guardians recounted what happened that day. They still had fresh memories of the magical powers that Blood Shadow had displayed that day.
"Being able to escape from the blockade of two Spirit Emperor realm warriors must have extraordinary magical powers!" Xiao Ziyun murmured softly, "Is that person a member of a mysterious force?"
"The martial arts aura on that person is definitely not a mysterious force!" After a pause, a guardian whispered: "According to the information from the inner courtyard, that person is from the Sword Temple, and his name is Blood Shadow!"
"And this person has a close relationship with the Holy Son!" At this point, the two guardians fell silent.
"Sword God's Son!" Xiao Ziyun chuckled in vain: "What actions did the inner court take regarding this matter?"
"The Inner Court regards this matter as a test for the Fifth Generation. News from the Inner Court came that if the Fifth Generation cannot even protect his own woman, then how can he protect the Martial God Continent!" A guardian said helplessly.
"A test?" Xiao Ziyun frowned slightly. Due to the existence of the remnant souls of the third generation, Xiao Ziyun has a deep understanding of the Jade Emperor Palace, "Why, don't those guys recognize the identity of the fifth generation yet?"