The thunder roared, like a group of extremely intense blazing rays of light, with boundless chilling meaning, falling from the nine heavens.
Lin Shu's entire field of vision was overwhelmed by the strong light of purple and white.
He couldn't see anything, but still didn't want to close his eyes.
Strangely, there was no fluctuation in his heart, he just plucked the wrong string to the end.
He even thought, Xiao Shao, you have finally achieved Consummation.
He didn't know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe many years.
At the moment when the light receded like a tide, the dark clouds that had been shrouded in the sky for a long time gradually dissipated to the surroundings, centered on the mountain villa sacrifice roof.
In the light of the sky, Lin Shu looked towards the center of the altar.
The empty altar, as if no one had ever existed.
He took the qin and stepped forward, took out the Wugui sword from the altar, and returned the sword to its sheath.
Shameless sword.
His fingers trembled a little, and he put it on his body.
Suddenly, there was a redness in front of him.
He stretched out his hand to catch it, and saw that it was a golden-red phoenix feather about as long as his forearm.
Is it something from Xiao Shao's body? The thunder was not destroyed.
He didn't know, he just held the feather with a faint scorching temperature, and then put it away.
The karma mirror also floated over and hung by his side.
After doing all this, he hugged the piano and turned around, wanting to go home.
However, he saw that the knights of various sects who had just been standing on the side of the altar, aspiring to step forward together, and each drew their swords, and they became a siege to him.
The first old man with an immortal style said: "The homeless guest is dead! The magic of the evil sect is fixed on this person."
Everyone agreed: "If you keep this person, there will be endless troubles!"
Another humane said: "If you are acquainted, hand over the method and swear that it has nothing to do with the homeless guest!"
Their actions became firmer, and they used their magical powers.
Lin Shu looked at these various groups of people coldly.
It is true that some people kill demons and eliminate demons, and it is true that some people fish in troubled waters.
After all, the little white face next to the homeless guest has no cultivation and only plays the piano, which everyone has seen with their own eyes.
And he has followed Wuguike for a long time, and he must know where Wuguike's strange and terrifying cultivation base comes from.
It is a crime to hold jade, if the person who holds jade is weak and can be bullied, and his reputation is bad, he cannot blame others for coveting.
He didn't move and let those people come forward.
But he saw an epee sword in front of him.
Cang Min flashed in front of him and said, "Brother Lin is not someone with malicious intentions. If you want to kill him, kill me first."
Yue Ruohe's body appeared like a wisp of smoke: "I'll come too."
Along with them was a disciple who Lin Shu was familiar with but did not know. He vaguely remembered the girl Zhezhu who was squatting in the Treasure Pavilion at the time. This person was the one who took the lead.
Someone immediately said: "Old senior, Hall Master Yue, why are the descendants of your family also deceived by this monster!"
The old senior said: "Lin Xiaoyou is kind to the old man, fellow Daoist Qin, forgive the old man for not being able to obey."
Hall Master Yue said the same thing.
Lin Shu knew that they didn't want to harm him, but due to the communication between the various sects, he couldn't help.
The "Friend Qin Daoist" said: "You all have your difficulties, but these three descendants, since they are in the company of evil spirits, can't afford to stay!"
Now everyone will attack him!
Cang Min said, "Brother Lin, don't worry."
Then he closed his eyes and stood guard.
But he is still young, how can his cultivation be compared with those of the famous Immortal Dao seniors.
Just at this moment, I heard a clear shout from the air: "Bold!"
Lingsu and Elder He landed, along with Yunlan and Qinglu.
Elder He said solemnly: "Who dares to hurt my Pavilion Master?"
Ling Su half-kneeled in front of Lin Shu: "Pavilion Master, I'll be late."
"It's okay." Lin Shu said softly.
The heroes did not take these into account: "This person follows the homeless guest, as everyone knows! Since you are all defending, we have nothing to say, swords have no eyes, everyone, be careful!"
But I saw swords, lights, swords and shadows attacking!
The people who stood in front of Lin Shu also wanted to take action.
Lin Shu said, "Hold on."
Lingsu turned back: "Pavilion Master..."
Lin Shu put the qin on the ground and slowly pulled out the folding bamboo sword: "I'll go."
"Can… "
Lin Shu said: "You can rest assured."
Seeing him come out more and more, "Friend Qin" flashed greed in his eyes, and waved his sword!
Lin Shu held the cold hilt of the folded bamboo sword.
No fancy moves, no spiritual power, no qi.
An empty "moon out of the cold abyss" collided with Qin Daoyou's knife.
Fellow Daoist Qin suddenly widened his eyes.
He fell to the ground and seemed to lose his strength: "You... you...!"
Lin Shu looked at the others.
He thought that he would hide in the green hills and pastoral gardens, but he did not think that the people in the world did not want him to be purified.
Also, if there is no extreme cultivation, some people will rush to it, and even if someone blocks it today, it will come again tomorrow.
But Xiao Shao... Since he left with peace of mind, how could he let him be deceived by these people.
Under the urging of that person, he had a little understanding of "Silence".
The rest of the people, seeing Daoyou Qin's defeat, were a little scared at first, but seeing that Daoyou Qin didn't seem to be seriously injured, they shouted and swarmed up.
Lin Shu just stood there.
In his eyes, those figures in the sky were all blurred, turning into all kinds of noisy and noisy shadows.
Xiao Shao said that the world is dirty.
He lived for the world and died for the world.
He doesn't know whether the world is dirty or not, only Xiao Shao, forever and ever, is gone.
The world suddenly became silent, and he lost contact with everyone and everything in the world. In the vast world, he was the only one.
He also seemed to have lost his senses, his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind were all empty, as if nothing.
silence.
nothingness.
Silence.
Back then, when the Qingming Demon Lord locked himself into a cave that had no light, no sound, and no feeling for hundreds of years, he realized that he was dead. Was the feeling he felt at that time similar to what he felt now
With the autumn wind, thousands of leaves are scattered.
Thousands of prosperity, after all, a dream.
In a trance, he smelled the aroma of cold plums again, trying to make people get lost in it.
-It's almost like a dream, let's just... ecstasy here.
Facing the crowd rushing up, he raised his sword, drew out his sword, and swung his sword.
The sudden flash of inspiration, accompanied by the silence of nothingness that he realized in a trance, actually illuminated his mind like an electric light and flint.
When he made this move, he remembered the name of this move.
be deeply grieved.
The last style of "Sauvignon Blanc", however, it is indispensable to the legacy of "Silence" by Qingming Mojun.
Everyone seemed to be hit by something invisible and intangible in the void, and fell to the ground.
Lin Shu put the sword back into its sheath.
The rest of the people looked at him in shock and fear, and did not dare to go forward. Finally, they said a few harsh words and retreated in despair.
Cang Min and a few people are still there.
Lin Shu said, "Thank you."
He picked up the piano, hugged it, chose a random direction, and walked towards the end of the world.
The haze dissipated, and the grass grows and warblers fly in February, and the distant mountains show a faint smoky green, and because of the lack of sunlight, they show weakness, like a very faint landscape painting scroll.
He was walking in the mountains and tripped over a bit. After barely holding his body, the Bingxianqin clicked because of the instability of its body, and a snow-white paper seal fell down.
Lin Shu caught it.
It's an envelope.
I don't know when it was put into the piano, and four words were written on it.
My love dear.
Lin Shu didn't cry. From the beginning to the end today, he didn't even have the slightest change in his emotions.
But the moment these four words came into view, the wind and sand of Haruhi fascinated him.
The author has something to say:
"It's almost like a dream, let's ecstasy here." From an elegiac couplet written by Zeng Guofan.
Final Volume: Swords Like Dreams