This is a ruined temple that does not know where the sacred place is enshrined...
Li Daozong sat alone in the corner of a ruined temple, and he couldn't remember how he came here when he ran in a daze.
He pressed his head against the wall, and the three scars on his right cheek had already congealed into blood scabs, and his tightly clenched hands were trembling non-stop. He didn't think he was afraid, but just emotional... But, the attendant just now When Li Donglai was split in half by that great monk's Zen stick, why did he run away
Even if I die, I should stand there and die, but I ran away, so I lost my reputation...
Li Daozong punched the wall, and a hole was immediately pierced through the earthen wall of the small temple.
Wipe the sweat that flowed to the corner of his mouth, but found a fishy and bitter taste. When he looked down, the back of his hand was covered with blood. The blood was originally on his face, and it was splashed when Li Donglai's head was crushed...
Now these bloodstains flowed into his mouth with the sweat, Li Daozong suddenly felt a burst of nausea in his stomach, and then a strong nausea hit him, and he vomited loudly, and when he was about to vomit out the gall, he felt a burst of nausea. Footsteps came and stopped behind him...
Li Daozong restrained his emotions a little bit, and recovered a little of his former demeanor, but the scars on his cheeks destroyed this aloof arrogance, and slightly turned his head, Li Daozong said coldly: "What are you here for?"
A clear and elegant voice sounded softly: "I'll come to see you..." Xianxian handed over a plain brocade handkerchief.
Li Daozong raised his eyes and asked sharply, "Sympathy!?"
The visitor shook his head.
Li Daozong's voice became harsher, and he asked again: "Pity!?"
The visitor sighed, and said softly, "It's worrying!"
Li Daozong turned his head stubbornly, "I don't need others to pity me!... let alone you to worry about..."
Li Daozong was like a child, wantonly venting his grievances.
The visitor didn't move at all, and the plain hand holding the brocade handkerchief was just raised on the side of Li Daozong's face, neither feeling embarrassed nor showing the slightest intention of withdrawing. The owner of these slender hands has a much tougher personality than these hands. Temperament is not inferior to Li Daozong in terms of stubbornness.
After being deadlocked for more than ten minutes, Li Daozong finally snorted, snatched the white brocade handkerchief from the woman's hand, and wiped his cheeks. The sweat and blood on the cheeks were quickly absorbed by the handkerchief, and the originally beautiful handkerchief immediately became There was blood, but neither the user nor the owner of the handkerchief cared about it.
"I don't understand why your temper has been so stubborn!" Li Daozong said coldly, then turned his head and asked, "Is it because your mountains are too high and the temperature is too cold?"
In front of Li Daozong, there was a gentle woman in a palace dress, squatting halfway in front of him, covering her face with a light veil. Although she couldn't see her face, her peerless elegance still made people intoxicated.
The veiled palace dress fully revealed her graceful figure. The extremely sexy and imaginative curves did not give others any sense of obscenity. On the contrary, the soft and elegant gauze made the whole person stand out It has an aura born of Zhong Tiandi's aura and a beautiful outline with distinct ups and downs like a river.
This woman who combines the beauty of heaven and earth is not Heng Suya...
She is Jiang Feiran!
Jiang Feiran of Lingyun Palace!
They are all disciples of peerless sects, they are all stunning beauties, and they are all covered with light veils, but Jiang Feiran and Heng Suya have completely different auras.
Jiang Feiran was smiling, although through the veil, the smile was still clearly felt.
"What's there to be happy about?" Li Daozong asked.
"Failure is not a bad thing sometimes... At least you are willing to take my handkerchief at this time, which means you can take other things... This was unimaginable a few years ago. If I were with you Show up when you fail, I'm afraid you'll growl and tell me to get the hell out of here?"
Li Daozong was taken aback, and smiled wryly: "You're talking about what happened when I was seven years old, right? You women really hold grudges!"
"Please, it's your temper that makes people forget it, okay?"
Li Daozong couldn't help smiling.
Jiang Feiran said softly: "Look, how nice it is to smile, how handsome..."
Li Daozong pulled the injury on his cheek, and his smile turned into pain. Thinking of what happened to him, Li Daozong was in a bad mood again, and his expression became cold again: "My uncle has fought for a hundred years and won a great reputation. I have never had a scar, I never imagined that today I would be engraved with such a shameful mark on my face... I will not avenge this revenge, I will not be a human being!"
Jiang Feiran frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Blood debt must be paid in blood! This is the principle of my 'One Sword Villa'!" Li Daozong said sternly: "To kill the people of my 'One Sword Villa', even if they are covered by the 'Eagle King', it is rare for them to be at ease. 'One Sword Villa' will take revenge!"
"You have to do this?"
"You know... I've been told to do that since I was a child."
Jiang Feiran's tone suddenly sank, and he said, "Li Muchan is Li Muchan, and Li Daozong is Li Daozong. Why do you want to follow the old path of 'Sword God'?"
Li Daozong's voice turned cold: "If I can become the 'No. 1 person in the world' by going the old way, then why should I not follow suit?"
Jiang Feiran said coldly: "If you follow your own temperament and insist on going your own way, you will not even have a single friend in your life. Do you think your uncle 'Sword God' is living happily?"
"How lonely a hero has been since ancient times!"
"Who said heroes should be lonely!? There are two kinds of heroes from ancient times to the present. One is narrow-minded, who can't hold other things except martial arts; the other is broad-minded, who can tolerate everything in the world... the former Lonely, the latter is happy! Whether it is a lonely hero or a happy hero, in fact... you can choose!"
Li Daozong suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and his tone of voice had never been blunt, and said: "I choose the one closest to me, the one that is easiest to succeed..."
Jiang Feiran sighed silently, slowly put down a box of ointment by Li Daozong's side, and said, "This is 'Ice Muscle Jade Toad Ointment', which is good for your injury. You know how to use it..."
Jiang Feiran got up, turned around and left resolutely, but he still hesitated when he reached the gate of the temple with firm steps...
"Actually...you should smile more!"
The beautiful woman has gone, leaving only a delicate fragrance in the air and such a soft and sweet voice with a fragrance.
Li Daozong didn't keep him, since childhood, when the two of them mentioned Li Muchan, it was the result in front of them.
Jiang Feiran has gone away.
Li Daozong still felt grievances in his heart, and couldn't figure out why the woman who had just left didn't want to make the man become Xeon? For the goal of becoming stronger, shouldn't men make some choices? Shouldn't you let go of the benevolence of a woman and become tough-minded
Why
A smart woman can't understand the only way for a successful man!
Perhaps, it's time for me to return to "One Sword Villa"!
boom boom boom...
Outside the dilapidated small temple, there was a knock on the door.
Li Daozong was horrified. With his own skill, he didn't realize it until the other party knocked on the door. The depth of the other party's skill and the pros and cons of lightness kung fu were beyond imagination.
"who!?"
Li Daozong's body and mind suddenly tightened, and he immediately adjusted his whole body to the best state, ready to deal with the sudden attack at any time.
With a creak, the ruined temple door opened, and a little Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a sword in one hand, and a dust whisk in the other, appeared in front of Li Daozong with a smile on his face.
"It's you!?"
Li Daozong's expression changed in astonishment. The person who came was Zhan Yu's brother-in-law, the Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple with outstanding swordsmanship, Ye Qingxuan—
"Yes, it's me!"
"What's the matter?" Li Daozong asked in a deep voice.
The other party came here late at night with a sharp knife in his hand, so he would definitely not have any good intentions.
It's a pity that his "Platinum Chi Sword" was forgotten on the competition stage. At this time, he had no choice but to hold his hands tightly and slowly gather his strength, but his chest was stagnant, and a mouthful of blood almost came out...
That big monk's blow caused him serious internal injuries!
That monk is also their brother! Li Daozong looked at Ye Qingxuan with a look of shame and indignation.
Ye Qingxuan smiled faintly, walked towards Li Daozong slowly, and said calmly, "Let me say a word for my second brother..."
Li Daozong looked gloomy, and said slowly: "There is nothing to say, I, 'One Sword Villa', will definitely repay what happened today!"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Really? Hmph, it's better..."
Li Daozong frowned, what does he mean
"What does your second brother want to say?" Li Daozong finally couldn't help asking.
"My second brother said..." Ye Qingxuan slowly pulled out his long sword, "If I don't kill you, he feels uneasy—"
Li Daozong's eyes were startled suddenly, the opponent's long sword had already turned into a sword, rushing to stab at his chest...
Li Daozong turned around abruptly, trying to avoid the sword, but suddenly his true energy stagnated, and he couldn't use any internal force!
The other party actually used poison! !
How despicable!
Under Li Daozong's horrified gaze, the icy long sword pierced into his heart, fast, sharp, and amazing...
Like an aurora, like a cloud!
The sword light flashed, like a shooting star in the dark night, quietly escaping...
The hot blood in the chest rushed out like a fountain, and the sound was so loud, so loud!
It turns out that listening to the sound of other people's blood gushing is so different from listening to the sound of your own blood gushing—
When the blood spewed out, Li Daozong felt that the strength and heat of his body also spewed out, like a log, and he fell to the ground stiffly. The vibration and sound of the blood gushing out were too loud, Li Daozong didn't feel it Pain when falling...
The other party put the sword back into its sheath, walked away with a sneer, and threw the dying Li Daozong into the ruined temple, allowing him to die quietly...
Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Li Daozong couldn't even feel unwilling. It seemed that any emotion and thought would consume calories and strength, and he was so powerless that he didn't even have the strength...
die…
no pain
but it's cold—