Before dawn.
He Wude was just called up by his fellow disciple, and walked over the mountain road with his sleepy eyes rubbed. He changed the guard with his fellow disciples who had been there all night yesterday.
"It's said that the devil escaped to Bukong Mountain, but maybe it was someone who was teasing us and wasn't there at all?"
With a dozen yawns, his tears flowed out, and he couldn't help complaining incessantly. He only felt that the legendary Shen Da was scheming, insidious and cunning. If he said that he was in Bukong Mountain, then he must not be in Bukong Mountain.
"After so long, I haven't seen a single bird feather!"
"What nonsense!"
Next to him is the elder of the sect. He is not very tall, but his eyes are very wide, but the inside is already covered with bloodshots, and his already stubborn face has a stubborn and stubborn air.
"The chief asked you to guard here, and you are here to guard it! Can you afford it when the big devil runs away?!"
"Yes, yes, yes, the disciple knows his mistake, and asks Elder Qiu to forgive me!"
He Wude's drowsiness was frightened away at once, and the whole person was awake, only then did he realize what he should have said just now.
Only then did Elder Qiu snort all kinds of coldly, then took the sword and went to look elsewhere.
After three or two steps, the reprimanding voice rang again.
He Wude listened from behind, and after a while, the fear slowly subsided, and he just felt very boring for a while.
Jianghu
This arena is really different from what he thought.
Before he entered the Jianghu, he heard about the Jianghu mentioned by Mr. Shu under the overpass, and the Jianghu he saw in the juvenile companion's talkbook was a valiant Jianghu.
Eat meat in large pieces, drink in large bowls, and rejoice in enmity.
But after entering the rivers and lakes, there is neither a large piece of meat, nor a large bowl of wine, nor any bullshit pleasure and hatred.
The big devil Shen Du
The fearful Taoist on the Demon Road
It seems that he has killed a lot of people and done a lot of hurtful things, but what does it have to do with him
He Wude was only from an ordinary family. A few years ago, there was a severe drought in Jiangnan, and his parents starved to death. He was the only one left, begging along the road, and finally joined a sect.
This is being authentic.
This sect is famous for its swords and ranks among the top five among the sword-making sects. Recruiting disciples also depends on the root.
He thought that when he joined the sect, he really not only had a place to live, but also realized his childhood dream, using swords and rivers, and singing generously.
But gradually, he found that the rivers and lakes were really different from what he thought.
People are afraid of death.
He Wude was also afraid.
He really didn't understand why the big guys, especially the people of the righteous way, kept getting along with the people of the demonic way.
A well water, a river water, everyone has their own way, right
No matter how chaotic the Demon Dao is, it is also a matter of the Demon Dao.
They are fighting each other because of their own grudges, the righteous way, or the self-proclaimed righteous way, but they want to step in. What to say about eliminating demons and defending the road, if it doesn't work, it will give away many people's heads in vain.
Unwise.
There are many disciples and many disciples, and there are no such bad people.
You know you can't beat it
He Wude couldn't figure it out.
But in this world, there are many things that he can't figure out.
I can't figure it out, I just don't want to.
Anyway, the heads and elders in the sect must have already considered it. The big guys have already considered things, and they are such little guys, just do it.
However, when he stood on the big rock at the top of the mountain again, a strange thought suddenly appeared.
He Wude thought, he will go back when he kills the big devil.
Don't wait for this old man to be authentic, the famine has long passed, and the graves of the parents have grown grass, which should be cleaned up.
At this time, the fog in the mountains was still thick.
They were on the mountain of Wuli in Bukong Mountain, guarding the only way to get in and out of Bukong Mountain. Not far in front was the canyon with the Zhige monument.
The stream was babbling, coming from the gorge, and running under their feet.
It can be clearly seen that with this stream as the line, the snow on both sides melts the fastest, and there is still a vast expanse of white on the mountainside, but the snow at the top of the Tianji Temple has almost melted.
In fact, He Wude didn't even think that Shen Du would come out of here.
Isn't that obvious
Really came out from here, this legend is like a big devil with three heads and six arms, which is too stupid and too daring.
In fact, almost everyone is the same as He Wude. No one thinks that the seriously injured Demon Dao Dao Master will come out from here struttingly.
so-
At the moment when he appeared, no one could react.
There was a sudden "dang bang" sound on the mountain road below, and the people around were startled to look at it.
"Junior Brother Kun!"
Someone shouted heartily and hurried over.
But it's too late.
The younger brother Kun, who had just finished yawning, was unable to utter a single word. A horizontal line of blood came out from his neck, piercing his throat and piercing his veins.
Blood spurts!
His sword fell on the rock and rolled into the stream, but who would care at this time
His hand was covering his throat, his originally small eyes were wide and round, and his lips were open, as if trying to make a sound, but they were all blurred and broken.
The domineering demeanor in the past turned into a panic, and it completely solidified on this face.
Not angry anymore.
fell to the ground.
The fellow who just exclaimed, didn't even have time to run to his side.
Elder Qiu's scalp exploded behind him, and all the hairs on his body stood up. Seeing that the disciple was about to run over, he shouted hoarsely, "Don't go over!!!"
But still too late.
Under the eyes of the public, no one could see clearly how people died.
Only a vague shadow flashed in the field, the breeze stirred the thick fog, and a bit of sword light like snow jade, with a coldness slightly sharper than this winter, pierced the man's eyebrows.
With a "pop" sound, the person fell into the stream below, and the blood splattered.
This time, no one dared to step forward.
Even Elder Qiu, who had just shouted, turned pale.
Everyone trembled in fear, almost subconsciously gathered together, and then they reacted and shouted loudly: "All come together, don't spread out! It's the devil! It must be the devil!"
They don't understand.
At this time, there is no extra brain to think about: why is it Shen Du, how did his internal strength recover, and why can he still kill people so elusively
But they are absolutely sure that it must be him!
He Wude, who was guarding the position on the mountain, was sweating coldly on his head at this time. When the accident happened, he hid behind a big rock with a cat on his back, not daring to show his head.
Hearing the people below shouting to gather together, he only felt cold hands and feet.
The people below can gather together, but he, who is on the mountain, never dares to go down.
God knows when the devil's slaughtering knife fell on his head
Do not.
He doesn't want to die yet.
He Wude tried his best to hold his breath, but he couldn't control his curious eyes. Even though he was almost frightened, he couldn't help turning his eyes and looked down through the gap between the stones. .
Dozens of people gathered together.
Everyone tries to hide in the very center of the crowd, but is always pushed out by those who squeeze in. There are great brave men in the face of life and death, but more of them are those who are greedy for life and fear death.
The so-called famous and decent, it is the same.
Their panicked eyes swept around, but there was thick fog all around, what could they see clearly
No one realizes that the danger has come!
Only He Wude was in a higher position. He saw that figure in a purple and black cloak, flashing out from the mountain forest on the side of the mountain, like a fairy and a demon, appearing above everyone's heads!
I have been stationed here for a long time, and some people are already tired and don't take it seriously, and some people have exhausted their minds.
No one is at the top, they are all exhausted.
Not to mention, even if each of them showed ten percent of their strength, they were not Shen Du's opponents!
indescribable.
Murder is done by this person, it is like drawing a pen on paper, the tip of the sword is his pen tip, and the sword light is his pen and ink.
Dotted and dashed, blood splattered everywhere!
Some people are shouting "kill him", some people stand up with their swords, and they swarm on the road, and some people flee...
All kinds of world conditions are condensed in this small corner.
But who can really stop him
The sword light is vertical and horizontal.
More and more people fell.
Soon, the tip of the sword, which had been dyed a little red with blood, was placed on the eyebrow of the last person. The sword qi shattered his brow bone, and the sword edge cut through his skin, leaving a trace of blood.
"Pfft."
The last one fell too.
The mountain wind blows, the fog rolls, and it is a little thicker.
The originally blurred figure became even more blurred, just like a shadow.
He Wude couldn't see clearly, and he was a little unsure whether the big devil had left. It's just that after a long time, I didn't hear anything anymore, and finally he was relieved.
"call!"
His whole body was paralyzed like mud for a moment. He leaned back behind the stone, gasping for breath, unaware that a shadow had already covered the top of the rock he was leaning on, blocking the sky.
Until he got up and crawled up and pressed his fingers on the shadow.
This is already the highest point of the hill, where is the shadow coming from
and…
like a figure.
At that moment, a cold air burst out from He Wude's tail vertebra. He felt stiff all over. When he slowly turned around and turned his head, he finally saw the legendary devil's face clearly. .
The purple-black crane cloak was blown up by the mountain peaks and floated like a cloud.
In his right hand, he held the rainbow sword that had killed many people, while a string of warm-colored agarwood beads hung on the wrist of his left hand, and a scroll of scrolls hung on his waist.
His face was like jade, and there was a strange paleness on his face.
Those were the most beautiful facial features He Wude had ever seen.
I don't know if it was the light of the sky at the moment, dazzling his eyes, or the frivolous mist in the mountains, which fascinated him, and even felt that Gu Zhao, the first immortal of Pengshan who had been stunned from afar, was nothing more than that.
He just glanced at it, and he didn't dare to look at it.
Afraid of such a face.
He was also afraid of the irresistible icy coldness between his eyebrows.
He Wude buried his head deeply, and at the moment of bowing his head, he only saw a slight movement of the fingers of the opponent holding the sword, so his legs softened and he knelt down directly.
Simply, without any hesitation!
The man was lying on the ground, his head bowed at the feet of the devil, and before the other party spoke, and before the other party started, he directly pleaded: "Don't kill me! I don't want to die! I still want to go back and sweep the graves for my parents... "
The sword, which was about to be raised, paused.
The corner of He Wude's eyes twitched.
The slender fingers holding the sword stopped for a while, and finally slowly retracted it and pressed it against the hilt on the inside of the sword.
This way, it should not kill him.
But He Wude still didn't dare to look up.
After a long time, I could only hear a vague laugh from my throat, a little dazed and desolate: "Don't want to die? But sometimes, it's really boring to live..."
The wind blows again.
Clothes hunting is far away.
When He Wude raised his head again, the figure was far away, and was gradually buried in by the humid, thick and cold mist, but the direction he was going could be clearly identified.
Instead of leaving Bukong Mountain from the east, go to the north of Bukong Mountain.
Is it boring to live
He Wude couldn't understand.
For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, there was only one kind of great happiness in his heart. For a while, the long way to go, the heroic and righteousness, were all left behind.
Pleasure, kindness and hatred, that is something only big people are qualified to talk about.
It's not easy for a small person like him to live in this world, so what are the rivers and lakes still in
Without thinking, he threw the sword in his hand, took off the robe belonging to the disciple of Shouzhengzong, turned around and ran directly down the mountain.
After only running two steps, he ran back and touched the sword made of fine iron.
- Take out the pawn, and it must be worth some money.
This time, it's all done.
He Wude went down the mountain without turning his head, intending to cultivate the fields in the future, and then boasted about his extraordinary experience of escaping from the devil to those villagers and peasants.
After all, there are not many people who can be spared by the big devil.
The first one was Pei Wuji, the equally famous left envoy of Jian Tianya on the Demon Road; the second one was him.
Of course He Wude didn't think it was the devil who took pity on him.
The other party didn't kill him, not mainly because he was moved by him, but in the final analysis, but because he was just an insignificant ant.
It doesn't matter whether it's life or death, it doesn't affect anything.
Thick fog locks deep valleys.
Sunshine on the stream.
Soon after, the cold sun in the cold sky slowly rose from the east, dispelling the thick fog in the deep valley, and leaving dozens of corpses in front of the Buddhist temple in Bukong Mountain, lying between heaven and earth.