Chapter two hundred and fourteen: Fishing alone in the cold river and snow
Lu Changsheng could not refuse Murong Qingxue's request, and this painting was originally given to him by Murong Qingxue. The woman in it was exactly the same as Murong Qingxue. He must have a lot to do with her. Now Murong Qingxue wants to go back.
, he will naturally not refuse to give it.
However, Lu Changsheng felt like needles pricking his heart, because there was murderous intent in Murong Qingxue's eyes. He could clearly feel that if he didn't give the painting to him, Murong Qingxue would do something to him, even though he didn't.
Don't be afraid of Murong Qingxue, she is too weak.
But when the one he loved showed murderous intentions towards him, even though Lu Changsheng knew that she might have lost her memory, he still felt pain in his bones.
Lu Changsheng gave the painting to Murong Qingxue. She held it in her hand and looked at it as if she was remembering something.
"Danger!" Xiao Hei's voice suddenly came.
The moment Xiao Hei spoke, the painting suddenly floated over Murong Qingxue's head. The woman in the painting walked out step by step, exactly like Murong Qingxue.
That was the soul of the painting. This was not the first time that Lu Changsheng saw this woman, because the soul in the painting had helped him when he was transforming Yang Soul.
But today, when he saw this woman again, Lu Changsheng felt the same murderous intent from her, which was exactly the same as the murderous intent in Murong Qingxue's eyes.
But he didn't step back, nor was he going to step back. He wanted to know what happened to Murong Qingxue and why the painting changed like this after meeting her.
He just stood there stupidly, watching blankly as the woman in the painting walked out. As if her soul had returned to her body, the woman in the painting walked over to Murong Qingxue, and they fit together without any hindrance.
The painting was still suspended in the air, but the woman in the painting disappeared. At this moment, Xiao Hei reminded again: "Master, go quickly, go quickly!"
But Xiao Hei's reminder was too late. Lu Changsheng suddenly felt an aura coming from Murong Qingxue that made his soul tremble. The woman in front of him was not Murong Qingxue. She was even colder and emotionless.
Like a fierce king emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Murong Qingxue didn't pay attention to his reaction. Her eyes locked on the painting suspended in the air. The woman in it had disappeared, but there was a sword.
Murong Qingxue moved at a ghostly speed. She stretched out her hand into the painting. The painting turned out to be like water, without any obstruction. Lu Changsheng saw Murong Qingxue's hand holding the sword in the painting. She slowly moved out of the painting.
He drew out the sword.
The sword body was silver-white, with a cold light. When the sword was held in Murong Qingxue's hand, Lu Changsheng felt that the aura on Murong Qingxue's body became more and more terrifying. It felt like treating all living beings like ants.
Lian Lu Changsheng is no exception.
When the sword was pulled out from the painting, Lu Changsheng suddenly discovered that there was a poem written on the sword: "A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow on the cold river."
This is an acrostic poem. The first word in each poem means "loneliness".
At this moment, Lu Changsheng finally understood why Murong Qingxue was becoming more and more cold. This sword had already told him the answer. She was destined to be alone for the rest of her life. This was her fate.
Murong Qingxue's temperament is one of loneliness and incompatibility with the world. She is dressed in white like snow and stands proudly with a sword, just to stand out in this materialistic world.
"Let's go...Master..." Xiao Hei kept issuing warnings, but Lu Changsheng seemed to have disappeared, his eyes fixed on Murong Qingxue.
He moved, he knew that Murong Qingxue became like this because of this painting, and because of the sword in the painting, the ghost exorcism talisman had been deliberately released with a single thought.
He wanted to drive away the woman who walked out of the painting from Murong Qingxue. No matter what the cost, Lu Changsheng was not willing to see Murong Qingxue alone forever.
The ghost-expelling talisman hit Murong Qingxue. It was just a talisman that was usually used all over the world. Now it had no effect. However, Murong Qingxue locked his eyes with murderous intent, which even made Lu Changsheng feel it.
Trembling, if it were anyone else, Lu Changsheng would have run as far as he could, but now he would never leave, even if Murong Qingxue killed him.
"Pfft!" The sword was like a rainbow, filling the sky with murderous intent, and pierced Lu Changsheng's chest. His strengthened body actually could not hinder the sword's assassination at all.
Lu Changsheng couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape. Even if it meant death, he would snatch the sword away. When the sword penetrated his body, he felt no pain because his heart was numb.
His hands held the sword body to stop the sword from piercing further, but Murong Qingxue's strength suddenly became extremely strong for some reason. The sword body slowly moved forward from his hands until it reached the hilt. Lu Changsheng again
Approached Murong Qingxue.
Murong Qingxue wanted to retreat and pull out the sword, but a pair of hands full of blood suddenly hugged him.
The hand was Lu Changsheng's hand, and the blood was Lu Changsheng's blood. All the Qi of his luck was in his hands. He hugged Murong Qingxue tightly and said with a wry smile: "Qingxue, do you really not remember me?
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Murong Qingxue's struggling body suddenly trembled. She seemed to remember something, a familiar embrace, a familiar person, and a familiar breath.
But she just couldn't remember who the person was who was hugging her, but when she thought of piercing his chest with a sword, Murong Qingxue suddenly felt that the sword was also piercing her own body, an indescribable pain.
It came from the bottom of her heart and seeped into her bones.
She looked at the person in front of her dreamily, and a tear fell from her eyes. She wanted to know who the person in front of her was and why she was crying, but she just couldn't remember.
"ah........"
Murong Qingxue let go of the sword. She suddenly had a splitting headache. A terrible force came from her body, which directly shook Lu Changsheng's hand away and sent him flying away.
Murong Qingxue looked stupidly at the person covered in blood in front of her. The familiar feeling hurt her heart, but she really couldn't remember why this person was so familiar and why it made her cry.
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Lu Changsheng struggled to stand up. He tremblingly pulled out the sword from his body. It was not only his body that hurt, but also his heart and soul.
When all the swords were pulled out, the sword turned blood red, a strange blood red color, and the sword body exuded a monstrous murderous aura. There seemed to be hundreds of millions of evil spirits roaring inside, struggling to escape.
Lu Changsheng's hands were trembling. He found that the sword seemed to be transforming. In addition to the poem, three other words appeared, "Killing Sword!"
After these three words appeared, Murong Qingxue's tears disappeared, and the pain on her face also disappeared, but was replaced by emotionless coldness.
Her white clothes were stained with blood, and her figure was still as fast as a ghost. She wanted to take back the sword.
A black shadow suddenly flashed in front of her, blocking her way.
"Master, you can't give her the sword, otherwise she will kill you!" Xiao Hei clung to Murong Qingxue, using up almost all his strength.
It could only block Murong Qingxue for a moment, because after the soul in the painting merged with Murong Qingxue, Murong Qingxue's originally delicate body was filled with terrifying power.
Lu Changsheng knew that this would definitely not work, but he wanted to put the sword into the gourd, but couldn't. It felt like the gourd couldn't bear the murderous intent of the sword.
As the sword metamorphoses faster and faster, the sword body has turned deep red, and countless evil ghosts have appeared in it. They are roaring. If the sword body hadn't suppressed their fierceness, I'm afraid they would have been killed casually.
If one comes out, Lu Changsheng can't stop it.
"Go quickly, Master, take this sword and stay as far away from her as possible, otherwise she will not only kill you, but she will also be assimilated to the demonic nature of the Killing Sword." Xiao Hei's body fell under Murong Qingxue's hand.
It began to collapse under the force, but it still held on.
Lu Changsheng couldn't bear to look at Murong Qingxue, turned around and left, but the Sword of Death seemed to sense Lu Changsheng's thoughts, and a shocking murderous aura suddenly burst out from it. This murderous aura made Lu Changsheng's legs almost collapse, and his soul trembled.
unable to move.
With a "boom", Murong Qingxue knocked Xiao Hei's body apart with a punch, and rushed directly towards Lu Changsheng. At this time, Lu Changsheng also felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be about to fly out, and his whole body was in that killing force.
Feeling like falling into an ice cellar, my body is as cold as bones.
The closer Murong Qingxue got, the more terrifying the murderous intent of the sword became, but Lu Changsheng was unwilling to let go. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want Murong Qingxue to be assimilated to the demonic nature of the killing sword.
But as Murong Qingxue got closer and closer, the aura on her body became more and more terrifying. Even Lu Changsheng couldn't stop him. He deliberately used his mind to cast the Immobilization Talisman and the Weakness Talisman, but hitting Murong Qingxue had no effect at all.
, she came to Lu Changsheng expressionlessly and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.
Lu Changsheng could no longer grasp the killing sword, and watched blankly as the sword fell into Murong Qingxue's hands. When the sword and the man merged, the whole room felt as if it had entered a purgatory of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with bone-chilling coldness.
Murong Qingxue raised her hand and swung her sword, slashing at Lu Changsheng without emotion. There was a little bit of unbearability in her eyes, but more of murderous intent.
With a "buzz" sound, a light shield suddenly lit up on Lu Changsheng's body, and the killing sword struck on the light shield. Murong Qingxue was knocked away with his sword.
At the same time, a dark spiral suddenly appeared on his chest. The spiral came from the simple coffin jade pendant. The killing sword was directly sucked in by the power of the spiral, but the killing sword
It seemed to be very spiritual, and it seemed to sense a huge danger. When it was about to enter the spiral nest, it suddenly stopped dead in place.
"Buzz buzz"
The killing sword trembled loudly, and the millions of evil ghosts on the sword disappeared. The murderous aura also completely disappeared, leaving only the spiral socket formed by the jade pendant of the coffin and the trembling sound of the killing sword that resounded in the room.
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Lu Changsheng only felt that the terrifying killing sword was like a lonely boat on the sea in front of the whirlpool. It didn't have much resistance at all, and sooner or later it would be sucked into the whirlpool.
This was also the first time that he had so clearly witnessed the power of the coffin jade pendant. He did not feel fear, but more of majesty, a supreme and inviolable majesty.