The peach branches are thin and curved, like a simple landscape painting with one or two strokes, and the branches are thin.
The burly man covered his chest with his hands, blood gurgling and staining the ground.
He had a ferocious look on his face: "Swordsman, no matter how talented you are in swordsmanship, you will never be able to find the murderer who destroyed the Hou Mansion, and you will never be able to take revenge in your lifetime."
After the burly man finished speaking, he breathed his last and died.
But before he died, he still had a sarcastic look on his face.
Next to him, Princess Anyang saw this with a look of unbearability on her face: "Senior Swordsman, the clue has been broken again."
Obviously the swordsman was a few years younger than her, but when she was next to the swordsman, she felt like she was following a big piece of ice.
Although his face was so handsome and his body was so strong, she couldn't bring up any desire for fear of being killed by a sword.
The swordsman remained silent.
Upon seeing this, Princess Anyang continued: "Could it be that...the murderer is from another country?"
She could only guess so.
"I'm leaving." After the swordsman finished speaking, he disappeared.
Princess Anyang looked at the swordsman's back, pursed her lips, and wanted to catch up, but finally gave up.
Next to him, the guard said: "Princess, do you want to keep the swordsman? If you have his help, why worry about failing to achieve your great cause?"
Princess Anyang shook her head: "Feilai country... is not the place he should stay."
Princess Anyang spoke quickly. In the following days, the swordsman measured Feilaiguo with his feet.
Continue to look for the murderer of the original massacre, and look for his sister.
It's a pity that he traveled all over the Feilai Kingdom, even to the Aoji Kingdom, to the Tianhai Desert in the south, and to the Dixue Mountains in the north, but still found no trace of his enemy.
Those enemies seemed to appear out of thin air, and after killing the people in the Marquis Mansion, they disappeared again.
The cold wind blew hard, biting to the bone.
The swordsman carried the broken sword on his back and walked alone in the vast snow.
The world is vast and I am alone.
At this moment, the swordsman suddenly stopped and looked towards the southwest.
Five hundred meters away, orange-red flames danced, accompanied by a faint smoke.
A woman in fox fur is sitting on the snow, with picturesque black eyebrows and white breath blowing out of her lips.
The red cloak was tied outside. The woman rubbed her slender white hands and raised her eyebrows at the swordsman: "Would you like to come and warm yourself by the fire?"
The swordsman looked at the woman and felt an inexplicable meaning.
"What's your name?" the fox-fur woman asked.
"Swordsman." Swordsman cherishes words like gold.
"A person is just like his name, what a good name." The fox-fur woman smiled, like a charming girl, "Would you like to become your teacher? I can give you what you want."
The swordsman was silent for a while.
He seemed to be thinking.
However, without emotions, it becomes difficult for him to think.
Only the sword in his hand is the thing he trusts most.
"Revenge, and... find your sister." The fox-furred woman chuckled, as if she was cold, and rubbed her hands again, "You will wander around here and you will never find them in your life."
"Okay." The swordsman agreed, "Meet the master."
Although he has no emotions, it does not mean he is a fool.
The smile on the fox-fur woman's face was even bigger. She looked at the handsome young man and said softly: "I feel... you are a little familiar."
The swordsman remained silent.
"Have we... met before?" the fox-furred woman continued.
She seems to be a chatterbox.
It's also possible that she's used to being lonely and rarely sees anyone, so she talks more.
The swordsman said nothing.
Silence represents the answer.
At this time, the fox-furred woman stood up.
The snowflakes piled on the clothes scattered and fell to the ground one after another.
Her figure is quite thin, somewhat like a slender jade bamboo shoot, but she has flesh everywhere, giving her the feeling of a royal sister.
She clapped her hands and snowflakes scattered: "Introduce yourself, Wu Shi."
When the swordsman heard this, he silently remembered the name in his heart.
Wu Shi.
For some reason, he also felt that the name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it from there.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that I, Wu Shi, also have a disciple. I have to manage him well." Wu Shi looked at the swordsman with a foxy look of joy, "Come, disciple, cook a meal for me.
Master, I haven’t had a full meal for a long time."
It's been a long time indeed.
She didn't remember how long it had been since she had eaten anything.
"What to eat?" the swordsman asked in a deep voice.
"Hmm... fish." Wu Shi replied, seeming to be lost in memories, her eyes dazed.
"Okay." After the swordsman finished speaking, he left without looking back.
"Hey!" Wu Shi shouted into the air, "You shouldn't ask your master why you want to reminisce and why you eat fish. Don't you want to hear the story behind it?"
"In no mood."
The swordsman's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Hmph." Wu Shi snorted coldly, but was not angry either. She put her white and tender palms on the flames.
Perhaps his skin was too white, and his palms were a little red and translucent when reflected by the flames.
The fish was caught quickly, and the swordsman was grilling the fish. From time to time, the smell of fish could be heard.
Although there were no condiments, Wu Shi didn't smell the fishy smell. After a long time, her taste buds were twitching.
Putting her palms on her face, she looked at the swordsman blankly, seeming to be lost in memories again: "You are so good at your craft."
Her foxy peach blossom eyes look affectionate to everyone she looks at.
It's a pity that the swordsman has no emotions.
I don’t know what deep affection is.
"As my master, I will appoint you as...the chief cook and the royal chef."
Wu Shi said, picked up the fish and ate it with relish.
"Yes, your craftsmanship is very good."
“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten so deliciously and felt so full.”
“But I can’t eat it anymore, I’ll develop a belly.
Although Wu Shi is greedy, she pays attention to propriety.
The swordsman watched Wu Shi finish eating and then said: "Revenge, sister."
His voice was as stiff and cold as ever.
Wu Shi looked at the handsome face of the swordsman: "It's too cold, smile?"
The swordsman was silent for a while, and finally managed to smile.
"Forget it, it's better to stop laughing." Wu Shi spoke and let out a sigh of relief, "The Hou Mansion was assassinated twice in total. The first assassination... When you were born, you were born with an abnormality, and all those people died.
.
Later, there was a second assassination."
Wu Shi kept watching the swordsman's reaction.
Unfortunately, the swordsman was silent and did not respond.
"Identity." The swordsman cherishes words like gold.
"They come from... Jiutian Divine Palace."
The swordsman has never heard of this name.
"It's normal for you not to know that they are not in Yunmeng Mountain."
"Oh, you don't know Yunmeng Mountain either."
"Yunmeng Mountain is one hundred thousand light years high."
"But Yunmeng Mountain is just a small mountain."
Wu Shi thought to himself and said.
"The target of Jiutian Divine Tower is your sister."
"Initially, they might have gotten a request from an employer to kill your sister before she was born."
"But later, another employer changed and wanted to take your sister away alive."
Wu Shi said, keeping watching the swordsman's reaction.
However, the swordsman remained silent.
"Hey, why don't you ask them why they wanted to kill your sister, and why... they wanted to take your sister away alive.
If you beg me, I will tell you." Wu Shi squinted her eyes and looked at the person more affectionately, as if she was charming.
"It's not important. I just need to take revenge, kill them all, and find my sister." The swordsman replied.
"So you can say more than ten words in one breath?" Wu Shi said with a smile, "However, Jiutian Divine Tower is not something you can destroy if you want. There are... a lot of Taoist gods in it. Just you, your talent in swordsmanship is...
Yes, but you can’t even get out of Yunmeng Mountain, so how can you talk about revenge?”
The swordsman said nothing and just held the sword.
"I am your master, so I will naturally make decisions for you.
You cook good meals for me every day, and I will teach you to become stronger."
"good."
On this day, in the snow, the swordsman gained an additional master, and Wu Shi gained an additional disciple.
The snow in Yunmeng Mountain seems to be getting heavier.
The sword light radiated across the sky, seemingly penetrating the sky.
[Being a disciple of Wu Shi, your life trajectory has changed.]
[Wu Shi is quiet by nature and doesn’t like to appear in public, so you have become the sharpest sword in her hand.]
[Your strength is getting stronger and stronger, your realm is getting higher and higher, and you are getting closer to the Nine Heavens Divine Palace...]
[Thousands of years have passed, and you have fought everywhere, and finally unified Yunmeng Mountain and established Yunmeng Palace.]
"If you want to defeat Jiutian Shenque, it's not enough to rely on you alone."
In the snow, pear blossoms were scattered, and Wu Shi sat on the throne.
Below, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stairs, which is also the distance between the two people. The orange lights and snowflakes complement each other, and they are warm and miserable.
The swordsman was dressed in black, with deep features and graceful cheek lines. He held a sword in his arms, like a peerless sword god.
"When will it be enough?" the swordsman asked.
Wu Shi squinted her eyes and smiled charmingly: "When you can kill me with one sword...that's enough."
The swordsman remained silent.
On the throne, Wu Shi continued: "The background of Jiutian Divine Tower is far from simple as it seems. The business they do is very big... It can be said that it is the largest business in the world."
Wu Shi talked to herself, feeling a little lonely.
"Have you ever heard of the true spirit reincarnation method?" Wu Shi asked.
The swordsman shook his head.
"This is also their work."
"There are three disasters and three tribulations in the world. How difficult is it to survive them?"
"Of course, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.
In this world, in fact, all worlds can be divided into three types.
The first type is one, the beginning, also known as the Yang Realm.
The second, second, transitional state is called the afterlife.
The third type, which is three, is called the underworld.
In the three worlds, if we search carefully, perhaps everyone will find each other's peers.
What we have here is the second, the realm of the afterlife.
My dear disciple, maybe there is another you in the Yang Realm and the Yin Realm.
Well...he is not you, but...you can use him to help you avoid three disasters and three calamities."
The three realms are all different.
The Yang realm is the beginning, the origin, the orthodoxy, and occupies all kinds of innate spirits.
Everyone is like a god.
The world of the afterlife is more like a transit station. People from the Yang world can come here, and people from the Yin world can also use the true spirit reincarnation method to come.
As for the underworld, it is the third of the three living things, and its resources are even scarcer. Various treasures are lacking, and the extraordinary factors are weak.
Therefore, the extraordinary path of the creatures inside is particularly difficult to follow.
"Your sister came from the underworld, and her life was bought by a Taoist god." Wu Shi said calmly.
When the swordsman heard this, he held the sword hilt tighter: "I'm going to practice sword practice."
"Stop practicing, let's eat fish together. It's been a long time since I've eaten the fish you cooked." Wu Shi had a look of anticipation on her face.
Her response was a cold "Sword practice."
Above the towering palace, Wu Shi looked at the thin figure and coughed from time to time: "I didn't expect that after so many years, my injury... still hasn't healed."
The bright red blood fell to the ground, dyeing the pear blossoms and snow red.
…
"My sword is not strong enough."
In the snow, a swordsman dances with his sword.
In Yunmeng Palace, he has a high prestige, like a god of death, and is also called a sword madman.
At this time, a whisper sounded from the side.
"Hey, this Yunmeng Palace was obviously founded by Master Swordsman, so why is that woman the palace owner?"
"Hmph, that woman is ambitious, but she is just taking advantage of the swordsman!"
"Master Swordsman, it's just her sword."
At this time, the swordsman stopped his movements. He looked at the people whispering in the distance and said calmly: "She is my master."
On the top of the mountain, Wu Shi couldn't help covering his mouth when he heard this, with a foxy smile in his eyes: "Disciple, you still care about me."
Time goes by, and another hundred thousand years pass.
Wu Shi was aloof, with a cold smile on her face. Her smile was particularly cold.
The swordsman stood in front of Wu Shi like a sword.
"Ten thousand mountains have been leveled. Yunmeng Palace is the largest force in this Huxuan Ruins." The swordsman said calmly.
Behind him, a dozen Taoist gods looked at the swordsmen with deep awe in their eyes.
In the past hundred thousand years, the swordsman has laid a huge foundation for Yunmeng Mountain with one sword after another.
He is called the God of Killing, but he is also a gentle God of Killing.
Although the swordsman's face was expressionless, he seemed to have the world in his heart.
He never kills innocent people indiscriminately.
The sword only kills those who deserve to be killed.
This made the Taoist god behind him admire and feel quite emotional.
He is obviously a murderer, but he is actually evil.
"That's right, disciple. You have helped us build such a big foundation for our master. Here, as a reward, you will have dinner with us tonight." Wu Shi smiled.
However, these Taoist gods couldn't tell whether she was really happy.
The owner of Yunmeng Palace is mysterious and extraordinary, and few people have seen her take action.
All I know is that she will be very strong.
"I want to practice swordsmanship." The swordsman took a deep look at Wu Shi.
Now, he is not Wu Shi's opponent, so he cannot cause trouble with Jiutian Divine Tower, nor can he take revenge.
The smile on Wu Shi's face froze and her voice turned cold: "This is an order."
She seemed really angry.
The Taoist gods around felt like they were falling into an ice cellar.
They realized something and left one after another.
On the top of the mountain, only this pair of master and disciple remained.
The cold breath on Wu Shi's face dissipated: "There were so many people just now, Master also wants to save face."
Her words became particularly gentle.
"Yeah." The swordsman responded lightly.
"I'm hungry." Wu Shi said with a drooped face and listlessness, "You have been fighting abroad for these years, and I haven't eaten the food you cooked for a long time."
As she talked, she seemed lost in memories.
"I miss the past very much now, when I was not the Master of Yunmeng Palace, and you...
Eat every day when you are full, go to bed, and eat when you wake up. Unfortunately... nothing can go back."
She has always been very greedy, especially gluttonous.
However, she will not eat anything other than food cooked by swordsmen.
Perhaps, her taste was taken advantage of by the swordsman.
"I make fish." The swordsman said calmly.
A smile finally appeared in Wu Shi's eyes. She looked at the back of this apprentice with a glance that lasted for thousands of years.
She seemed to have thought of something and murmured: "Are you heartless?"