The night faded, and the long night finally ushered in the dawn.
Inside the ruined temple, a weak groan came from the temple.
"Ahem!" Murong Ziyun lay on the haystack and opened her beautiful eyes slightly, struggled to push herself up, and looked around.
Lu Chen was nowhere to be seen, and she frowned slightly as she recalled what happened last night. She tried to stand up, but accidentally touched the wound, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Only then did she realize to her surprise that her clothes were very messy.
There seemed to be traces of being torn by someone, and the wound was wrapped with a layer of clean green gauze. Someone must have carefully treated it, otherwise, with the kind of injury she suffered yesterday, she probably wouldn't survive today.
When she thought of her body being seen and touched by the opposite sex, Murong Ziyun couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed. Even if this person was trying to save her life and had extenuating circumstances, she would not be able to forgive him.
With a creak, the door of the ruined temple was pushed open, and Lu Chen walked in holding a hare in one hand and a mountain fruit in the other.
"Senior Sister, how are you? Is your injury feeling better?" Lu Chen said with a smile.
Murong Ziyun walked up to Lu Chen with a cold face, waved her hand and slapped her hard.
There was a loud snap and the sound echoed in the yard.
Lu Chen was stunned for a moment and did not recover for a long time. A clear palm print appeared on his face.
Murong Ziyun smoothly took the mountain fruit from Lu Chen's hand, turned around and went into the ruined temple without saying anything.
Lu Chen was stunned for a long time, feeling the burning pain on his face. He silently threw the rabbit to the ground, turned around and left the ruined temple. When he came back, he was holding a pile of dry firewood in his hand.
He lit the dry firewood, took some time to clean the rabbit, and put it on the fire to roast.
God was not kind, and an autumn rain began to fall on the vast land again.
Murong Ziyun sat cross-legged on the pile of dry firewood, quietly recuperating her body. A tantalizing smell of meat came out. She opened her beautiful eyes, and it turned out to be the smell of roasted rabbit.
Gulu, I haven't eaten for a day, and my empty belly began to protest. Murong Ziyun's pretty face turned red.
Lu Chen turned his back to the other person and said in a low voice: "Eat some, you can recover after you are full!"
Murong Ziyun hesitated for a while, then stood up and came to the fire. She said calmly: "Remember, nothing happened yesterday. Don't say anything when you go back!"
"Yeah, I got it!" Lu Chen nodded and didn't say anything more.
Seeing this, Murong Ziyun's cold pretty face looked better. After that, she stretched out her hand and gently pulled off a piece of golden rabbit meat and ate it slowly.
But Chen Lu's next sentence made her face turn red with anger: "It felt good yesterday!"
"You...!" Murong Ziyun stared at her beautiful eyes with a look of embarrassment.
Lu Chen looked at the other party jokingly: "Me what?"
"You are shameless!" Murong Ziyun couldn't help but yell angrily.
Lu Chen gnawed on the barbecue and joked: "How shameless am I?"
"You... last night!" Murong Ziyun pointed at the other person with a red face, hemming and hawing, and did not say a word for a long time.
Lu Chen said slowly: "I saved your life yesterday, and then you gave me a slap in the face, but I know that I will not suffer any loss!"
"You still said, shut up!" Murong Ziyun's pretty face suddenly turned cold, and in anger, she drew her sword and prepared to stab Lu Chen.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Lu Chen quickly flicked the Liuying Sword away, then reached out to grab Murong Ziyun's wrist and threw it to the haystack beside him, and pressed the whole person down.
"Get out of here!" Murong Ziyun shouted anxiously.
Lu Chen grabbed the opponent's hands with both hands, faced each other face to face, and said fiercely: "Murong Ziyun, listen to me, not everyone is used to your eldest lady's temper. You are just a woman, what's the big deal?
of!"
Being forcibly suppressed by a member of the opposite sex, Murong Ziyun had an angry look on her face and wanted to struggle wildly, but she couldn't resist the other person at all: "I'll kill you!"
"Shut up, believe it or not, I will do it to you now!" Lu Chen said in a cold tone, completely losing his usual calmness.
Murong Ziyun said in embarrassment: "Lu Chen, you are so brave, you dare to be frivolous to me. Do you know my identity? I will make you look good when you return to the sect!"
"Huh, let me look good. Don't forget, there are only two of us here now. If I have some evil thoughts, think about the consequences. It doesn't matter that you are the daughter of the sect master. Do others deserve to die?" Lu Chen approached the other party and said,
The tone was solemn.
Murong Ziyun was instantly shocked by Lu Chen's aura, biting her lips without saying a word, the two of them kept their faces close to each other, their eyes facing each other, maintaining this ambiguous posture, and neither of them moved.
Feeling the hot breath coming out of the other person's mouth and nose, as well as the sound of the other person's heartbeat, Murong Ziyun's pretty face turned red.
"Sister, please don't go too far with some things. Everyone is in peace!" Seeing Murong Ziyun calm down, Lu Chen slowly stood up and walked towards the fire.
Murong Ziyun stared blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts a mess.
The autumn rain is falling, and the weather is gradually turning cold.
On this day, neither of them spoke, falling into a state of silence.
Considering Murong Ziyun's injury, Lu Chen did not leave to go back to Longyang Gang. He leaned against the stone pillar and looked at the scenery outside. He always had doubts in his heart and did not want to be clear.
Last night, Hanba was killed by Murong Ziyun with a sword, and a monster that seemed more terrifying than Hanba actually appeared. It was rumored that in the southern borderland close to the ancient wilderness, there were wandering warlocks who refined puppets and exorcised corpses and souls. Unexpectedly,
The legend turns out to be true. The world is so vast and full of wonders!
After witnessing yesterday's scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night, Chase Lu had no choice but to believe in the fact that there really was a miraculous art of exorcism in this world.
As night falls, the wind and clouds surge and thunder bursts, seeming to be a sign of the coming heavy rain.
In the ruined temple, Lu Chen was sitting next to the fire, while Murong Ziyun was sitting on the haystack with her eyes closed and meditating. Her pale expression made her look extremely weak.
"What are you going to do next?" Lu Chen picked up a branch, fiddled with the fire, and said in a low voice.
Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes opened slightly: "Early tomorrow morning, rush back to Longyang Gang, join Jiang Shaoling and his brothers and sisters, and then find Ye Ang and return to the sect!" She looked indifferent as if nothing happened during the day.
"This matter is not that simple!" Lu Chen said calmly.
Murong Ziyun said coldly: "What else do you want to do? Even if you find out who is behind the scenes, can we handle it with our strength? Return to the sect and report the whole matter to the sect master, and he will send someone to deal with it."
"That makes sense!" Lu Chen turned around and glanced at her, smiling gently.
Murong Ziyun snorted, closed her cold eyes, and entered the breath control state again.
The cold wind is biting, and there is a sycamore tree in the courtyard, which looks like it has been burned by flames, showing a fiery red scene. From time to time, leaves flutter in the wind, gradually covering the grass in the courtyard, showing the quiet beauty of autumn.
Lu Chen looked at this scene, as still as still water, and his mind was as calm as ever. It was as if the sky was falling, and nothing could shake him.
Click, the thunder shook the sky, and a thick thunder and lightning suddenly cut through the sky like a blue dragon, reflecting the sky and the earth as if it were daytime.
The lightning flashed, reflecting on Lu Chen's delicate face. He looked up at the vast land in the rain curtain, and his heart suddenly palpitated.
It was as if the thunder and lightning struck not the sky, but his heart.
"UI!"
"Thunder and lightning can travel hundreds of miles in an instant. This is extremely fast! The power of heaven and earth is truly extraordinary."
"If my sword could be as fast as lightning, no one in the world would be able to stop it!"
"Thunder and lightning are mighty and domineering, invincible, extremely strong, and contain great righteousness, which can dispel all evil!"
"Just like my heavy sword swordsmanship, I can overcome obstacles and move forward bravely. Every sword possesses the domineering power to destroy everything!"
Lu Chen kept replaying the scene of thunder and lightning piercing the sky in his mind, while gently waving the soft sword, imitating the momentum of that thunder and lightning!
He slowly walked to the courtyard, letting the cold rain fall down, and feeling the vastness of the world.
The cold rain not only wetted his body, but also wetted his mind. The dirty dust entangled in his mind seemed to be washed away and washed by the rain. His mind was unprecedentedly clear, and there was an illusion of sudden enlightenment.
The inner energy urged the soft sword to be as straight as a line. When the sword light moved, it formed a substantial sword energy, cutting through the rain curtain and leaving deep sword marks on the wall not far away.
"No, thunder and lightning are extremely strong and strong, and the sword is indestructible. This sword is still far behind!" Lu Chen shook his head and continued to imagine the soft sword as a heavy sword, simulating the momentum of thunder and lightning cutting through the sky.
The sword light flashed, sometimes domineering, sometimes sharp, sometimes gentle, leaving clear sword marks in the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was in a mess, with sword marks everywhere, criss-crossing, and devastation.
Murong Ziyun was awakened by the movement caused by Lu Chen, and couldn't help but be startled. Then she stood up and came to the ruined temple. She looked at Lu Chen who was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened with a look of surprise.
She grew up in Liuying Sword Sect and watched countless people practicing swordsmanship, but she had never seen such strange swordsmanship.
Lu Chen's swords are powerful and domineering, sharp and swift. Each sword can pierce the air and cause a shock. Moreover, his swordsmanship has a unique connotation, like thunder and lightning flashing in the sky, with the courage to move forward and cut through everything.
momentum.
Murong Ziyun stared intently at the swordsmanship performed by Lu Chen, for fear of missing a detail. There seemed to be an inexplicable attraction that deeply attracted her gaze.
The feeling is very wonderful, as if the dancer is attracted by a beautiful melody and can't help but want to dance.
After practicing for a while, Lu Chen, who was soaked all over, suddenly stopped and fell into deep thought, as if he had encountered a difficult problem that he couldn't figure out.
"The sword intention is not strong enough yet, so I just need a final kick. The inspiration comes and goes quickly. If I can continue to maintain the state of being surrounded by the artistic conception just now, I can fully understand this sword!" Lu
Chen sighed softly, with an indescribable regret in his eyes.
