Li Yu opened his eyes, a bit of numbness and loneliness flashed in his eyes, like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
It took him quite a while to recover, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.
Li Yu looked incomprehensible.
He seemed to have had a bizarre and weird dream just now.
In his dream, Li Yu saw the troubled life of Mr. Yang Feng.
From childhood, adolescence, youth, middle age, to old age, too many things have happened during this period.
Although Mr. Yang Feng has gone through hardships and suffered many setbacks, he has always been indomitable, open-minded and cheerful, not caring about trivial matters, down-to-earth, and perseverant!
This state of mind and attitude towards life alone are far inferior to many people.
It's a pity that the old man suffered a lifetime of hardship, and just when he was about to enjoy a happy life, something unexpected happened, and he ended up not having a good death.
As for this dream, it did not improve Li Yu's cultivation at all, but it tempered his mind, making it brighter, purer, and shining.
All the distracting thoughts and dust of the past are now swept away.
His will and belief are also more firm and pure!
Li Yu stretched out his hand to grab it, and a huge, bright long knife appeared in his hand, with its sharp edge clearly visible.
Just by looking at it, you can feel the murderous intent that penetrates your soul.
Even the terrifying and strange demonic nature within it!
Li Yu touched the tip of the knife with his finger, and a few drops of blood flowed out, slowly flowing down the blade, and gradually integrated into the blade and disappeared.
At this moment, Li Yu felt that his relationship with the Snow Prison Knife in his hand was even closer.
Although the Snow Prison Knife is ferocious and evil, to him, it is more like a pet that he keeps.
It is even closer than a pet, and there is a faint feeling of spiritual connection with it.
This situation is already somewhat similar to the "Blood Sacrifice Divine Weapon" in martial arts.
"The me now."
Li Yu stood up slowly:
"It seems stronger!"
At this time, his mind was clear and clear, and some changes were faintly occurring. He stared at the Snow Prison Sword in his palm, recalling the two sword techniques he had learned in the past, and felt that many insights gradually gained in his heart.
There has also been a new breakthrough in the integration of the two sword techniques!
The Zanpakuto Technique and the Wind Chaser Blade Technique seemed to have turned into a long sword in his mind. One was fierce and sharp, with murderous intent, and the other was fast and agile, one sword faster than the other.
The two knives slashed at each other, killing each other, clanging, but in the end they both shattered and gradually came together to form a more terrifying long knife!
In Li Yu, the sharpness is sharper, and there is also a sense of harmony and nature.
"It's a pity. It's not strong enough. I need more martial arts secrets and sword skills."
After standing there for a long time, Li Yu waved the Snow Prison Knife.
Clang!
The Snow Prison Knife made a crisp sound, and the light of the knife spread out in front of Li Yu, like a waterfall pouring out. The sharpness contained in it was breathtaking, and the whistling sound of the wind was strange, weird, and terrifying.
After stretching the sword for a while, Li Yu felt comfortable all over his body. He put the Snow Prison Knife on his shoulder, and his eyes fell on the tombstone in front of him, his eyes dull:
"Old man, thank you very much!"
"Uncle Lame is also here. You two are also old friends. From now on, we will sleep together day and night, and you can chat in your free time. You should not be lonely anymore."
The world does not change according to human will.
Although what Yang An did was already an earth-shattering event in the eyes of some villagers in Guojia Village, in Zhoushui County as a whole, it was nothing more than a trivial matter. At most, he could only say a few words of exclamation and become the subject of some people's after-dinner conversation.
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Especially when Yang An has fled Zhoushui County.
Because the murderer could not be found, this incident was like a breeze blowing across the water. Although it caused some slight waves, it was only temporary and the previous calm would return soon.
As for Li Yu, he was still doing the same thing every day. Apart from practicing a few sword skills every day and busy practicing boxing for blood, there was no change.
Needless to say, Wang Yu was always the same, either meditating or studying the Alchemy Sutra.
On this day, Yizhuang welcomed a guest.
"My good disciple, Master is here, why don't you come out to greet him!"
An old and loud voice came from afar.
The word "good" was still ringing in the distance. When the sound of the word "take" fell, a figure had already flashed across a thousand feet like a meteor and appeared in front of Yizhuang.
Li Yu stood under the wild jujube tree and looked at the figure quietly, with some surprise in his eyes.
This man really has two brushes. The speed of his hands alone is so shocking that even he can't react.
The person who came was an old Taoist wearing a gray robe.
This old Taoist was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a slightly stooped back and black hair mixed with white. He was obviously quite old. There was also a red gourd hanging around his waist.
However, the old Taoist's eyes are bright and bright, as if he can penetrate people's hearts. In addition, his big sleeves are fluttering, and his aura is pure and natural, blending in with the surrounding world, and he has a somewhat noble demeanor.
But Li Yu noticed that the moment the old man landed, his eyes quickly looked around without leaving any trace, and he was very cautious.
At the same time, he pressed the red gourd with one hand. It seemed that if there was any disturbance, he would activate the magic weapon and run away. It was very thief-like, and it felt like a snake with a cup and a bow, and all the plants and trees were soldiers.
It wasn't until he was sure that there was nothing unusual around him that the old man's expression became visibly more relaxed.
"This old way"
Li Yu was speechless.
Although this old Taoist has a high level of cultivation, his attitude of running away after a disagreement is really a bit abnormal.
"Master, you are finally here!"
At this time, Wang Yu by the pond hurriedly came forward to pay homage, seeming quite happy.
"Hahaha, good disciple, there is no need to be polite."
When the old Taoist saw Wang Yu laughing happily, he looked up and down and his eyes lit up: "Huh? I haven't seen you for only two months. I didn't expect that you have made great progress in cultivation and have broken through to the realm of innate fetal breath. Not bad, really good
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Then he looked at Li Yu who was walking slowly: "This little friend is"
Li Yu cupped his hands and saluted: "Junior Li Yu is the body keeper of Yizhuang here and has met Senior Hu."
"The corpse keeper?"
Hu Laodao stared at Li Yu again and again, quite surprised:
"Seeing that you are quite young, not much older than my apprentice, you are now an innate martial artist. This is really rare. Even in the entire Fengzhou, there may not be many young people as accomplished as you."
"I wonder which sect my little friend came from?"
Li Yu shook his head: "The younger generation learned from Wu Ming, but it was passed down by the deceased elder."
Naturally, the news about Yin Yang Roulette cannot be leaked, so Li Yu blamed everything on the dead old cripple.
Regardless of whether you believe it or not, dead people can't speak.