Chapter 1574 Holding a sword and wine and having a dream
Chapter 1574: Dreaming with a sword and wine
The wind passed silently, and the entire Martial Arts Temple with a history of 90,000 years was desolate in its grandeur.
Wu Zu was lying on the long steps in the open air, holding a pot of wine in his hand and looking at the sky full of stars in a drunken state.
I still remember that on the day the Palace Master left, the stars at night were as bright as they were tonight.
Wu Zu took a sip of wine, tears lingering in his eyes.
"Palace Master, they all say you are dead, but I don't believe it."
After Wu Zu finished speaking in a low voice, he drank the strong wine in the jug to the bottom.
In the Martial Arts Temple, the senior officials all hope that he can become the temple master.
But he refused.
In his mind, there is only one palace master.
He never remembered the appearance of the palace master. As time went by, his memory became more and more blurred, but his faith back then became even more intense.
"I failed to carry forward the Martial Arts Palace and rule the five continents. Palace Master, am I useless? Ninety thousand years have passed and I haven't grown up yet."
Wu Zu closed his eyes and lay down on the uneven stairs, like a frustrated and frustrated person.
The master of the Martial Arts Temple at that time wore cold light golden armor and fought in all directions. He swept through 30,000 enemies with one sword, and his armor was also shattered in that battle.
The master of the palace felt sad for a long time because of this and drank many nights, as if he had sacrificed a comrade who had been with him for many years.
Wu Zu lay down carelessly, breathing heavily, and slowly opened his eyes to look at the distant Milky Way formed by the intertwining of stars and moon.
I couldn't help but laugh.
It’s like going back to the ancient battlefield many years ago!
He was just afraid that he would never see her again.
See his palace master, wear that cold light armor, and fight again.
Today's Martial God's Temple, although it cannot rule the five continents, is good in everything, except that it lacks the soul of the Martial God's Temple.
Wu Zu knew.
The temple master is the soul of the Martial Temple.
Wu Zu stood up unsteadily, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and swept out of the mountains outside the Wu Temple. He slashed down with the sword, and the sword swept away, and ten mountains in succession were shattered and collapsed.
The second sword slashed through the sky, as if it could split the night, and the Milky Way poured out from it like a waterfall.
Wu Zu swung his sword several times to vent his resentment.
Finally, he sheathed his sword and returned to the 100-foot-long steps of the Martial Temple.
"Martial Ancestor."
The guard under his command stopped and handed over a letter: "He is from Beizhou, saying that the Dragon Slaying Banquet will be held in Mu Mansion next month. Will Wu Zu want to go?"
Wu Zu stood with his sword in hand and glanced at the letter stamped with gold fonts.
The guard added: "Although Wu Zu did not go to places like the Dragon Slaying Banquet in previous years, because Wu Zu has a close relationship with the new daughter of Mu Mansion, I came here to ask if Lord Wu Zu is not willing to go to Beizhou.
I’ll reply to you soon.”
"Go ahead -"
Wu Zu took a pot of new wine, raised his head and took a sip.
Thinking of the girl in fiery red clothes, the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, and she whispered: "The ground with that child should not be boring."
"Yes, I will go and reply to the letter right now, but there was a big movement in Beizhou last night, which has alarmed the Tianlang Territory, and it is related to the young hero Ye Chuyue." The guard said.
Wu Zu has always been indifferent and rarely interested in worldly things.
But whenever something related to Ye Chuyue, Wu Zu seemed to pay more or less attention to it.
Wu Zu nodded.
The guard said: "Ye Chuyue went to the southern suburbs of Beizhou to perform a mission, and encountered a once-in-a-thousand-year demonic flame. Nangong Xiong of the Military Aircraft Department did not provide support. She walked out of the southern suburbs, returned to Beizhou, chopped Nangong Xiong directly with a knife, and used Cangming
The arrow from the bow killed the Ninth Prince Chi Ying."
"It's something she can do."
The smile on Wu Zu's lips grew stronger, and even he didn't notice it. His tone and eyes were doting like an old father's.
The guard looked at Wu Zu in surprise.
He had been with Wu Zu since he was a child, knowing that Wu Zu had never married and had children in his life, and the only close friends he had with him were Ye Di Zun and Ye Tian Di.
At his core, Martial Ancestor was an extremely lonely martial artist. Apart from missing the Palace Master every day, he just practiced.
I have never seen Martial Ancestor care so much about anyone.
"Hanguang Golden Armor, is there any news?" Martial Ancestor asked.
The guard clasped his fists and lowered his head, the answer was obvious.
Wu Zu looked lonely, with disappointment in his eyes.
"Still no news..."
Wu Zu pulled his lips and smiled desolately: "It seems that in this life, I will neither be able to see the palace master nor find the cold light golden armor that the palace master loves."
The Cold Light Golden Armor only appeared once tens of thousands of years ago, causing a bloody storm.
The ownerless supreme treasure is like a big piece of fat dripping with oil, causing all the beasts in the jungle to fight for it.
Wu Zu also wanted to snatch back the Cold Light Golden Armor at that time, but in the end he was unable to do anything.
In the end, there was no news about Hanguang Jinjia, and suddenly he disappeared without a trace. This earth-shattering war gradually subsided.
When the guard saw the sorrow and sorrow between Wu Zu's brows, he immediately knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said firmly: "Don't worry, Lord, I will try my best and spend my whole life to find the Lord's Cold Light Golden Armor for Wu Zu!"
Wu Zu's throat was filled with bitterness.
Holding a sword in one hand and a wine flask in the other, he slowly walked up the 100-foot staircase, occasionally looking at the moon and stars.
Cold light golden armor.
Let the warriors in the world fight to the death.
But no one can match the style of his palace master.
That is the supreme treasure armor that only his palace master deserves to possess!
Wu Zu wants to have a dream.
The palace master in the dream was wearing cold light armor, and his light golden cloak was making a hunting sound under the moon, and he was besieged on all sides and killed everyone without leaving a trace behind!
Wu Zu hugged his sword and wine flask, lay on the cold ground, and fell asleep with a warm smile.