Wu Wu grabbed the blade with one hand, the blood dripped and dripped, his eyes faded, and he stared at Lin Shu, resentment and anger, tossing up.
He had just been controlled by the resentment of Minzhou City and lost his mind. Lin Shu thought that he had not recovered yet, so he wanted to speak to comfort him, but was locked in place by a fierce Qi machine, unable to move or make a sound.
It is worthy of the red light of the heart in his chest. Although Lin Shu has abolished all the meridians in his body, his strength does not seem to have been worn out at all, and his resentment has become a reality.
Lin Shu was shot down from the air by him, his back fell heavily on the rock, his heart and lungs were in severe pain, and he kept coughing up blood.
The blood-stained folded bamboo sword fell to the ground.
Lin Shu struggled to prop up his body and walked towards him without any guilt.
There is a monstrous sea of blood behind him. At this time, this scene is very similar to Xiao Shao, who was controlled by grievances and lost his mind.
Like a pale puppet, he touched his chest with his right hand, stained with blood. The tip of Yin Hong's tongue licked the back of his hand, he tilted his head and said expressionlessly: "I said earlier, you are clean, you will never want me."
"No shame, I want to—"
He was seriously injured, and just as he spoke, the severe pain in his heart and lungs made him convulse and tremble, and said with difficulty and intermittently: "I...just want you..."
Before he finished speaking, his heart seemed to be grasped by someone, his eyes darkened, his heartbeat accelerated, the blood all over his body was agitating, and there was only a loud tinnitus in his head.
- He reacted immediately, worthy of killing himself in the way he was used to, like killing those people outside.
The phrase "you don't want me, I'll kill you together" is still in my ears, but I didn't expect it to be realized today.
But he just wanted to let Wu-shi get rid of the entanglement of resentment - it was the only way he could take at that time.
He couldn't say anything, his ears were buzzing, his body was burning, he couldn't move, he could only watch the child walking towards him step by step on the sea of blood.
The child he raised with his own hands spent two whole years together day and night, longer than any other child.
Thinking of the tragic state of blood that turned into blood when those people died, Lin Shu didn't have any turbulence in his heart, but just desperately wanted to speak and explain the reason for the sword - explaining that he was not without shame.
Worthy but tilted his head again and smiled: "I can't kill you."
He also coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, but still smiled: "You are just...for the sake of the little phoenix, you gave me a transformation, and asked the heaven to drop a shell, why is there such a big cause and effect?"
The resentful heart beat violently a few times, but gradually, it came out of his chest and floated in the air!
The black air swirled around the heart, forming a vague human shape.
And the body seemed to lose its vitality, closed his eyes, and fell to the side.
A well-deserved cold voice came from the fuzzy human figure: "You blocked the thunder, the shell is yours, I will give it back to you, and I will give you my face."
Lin Shu gasped hard.
Still, he didn't kill him.
Lin Shu guessed that he helped him survive the calamity, and he owed the cause and effect in the way of heaven, and he had no way to kill himself.
But the pressure of resentment had made him almost unconscious. He wanted to speak, but he was choked by the blood in his mouth again. In an instant, the pain was piercing, and he kept coughing up blood.
The black figure floated up, and he felt a complicated gaze watching him in midair.
After a while, the black shadow rose into the air and went straight towards Minzhou City.
The blood in the city of Minzhou was prosperous, and in an instant, the screams and wailing were a hundred times stronger, and the demonic atmosphere filled the sky and enveloped the four fields.
Lin Shu guessed that there should be a clear reason why the whole city of Minzhou became a ghost.
His hands were shaking, he took out a few medicinal pills, swallowed them, and finally became clearer, but he still couldn't stand up. He barely moved to the side of the body and pressed the medicinal pills on the wound on his chest.
He suddenly remembered that Xiao Shao kissed his left chest a long time ago, saying that there seemed to be a scar there.
He laughed, laughed, and coughed again, with blood.
Time is easy to change, life is hard to come by. When the nectar falls, the heaven and the earth are united, and the yellow buds are born at the ridge.
The tangible things in the world are born from the harmony of yin and yang, and the swords are originally lifeless objects. Only by chance can the soul be born, and only after the transformation has passed, the rules of heaven will open a line for it. Use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to shape a body for this divine soul.
Lin Shu blocked Lei Jie, and the body belonged to him—but he already had a human body, so his soul could not be separated from the body, so he could take the opportunity to transform into a human body and walk in the world.
Actually, in the end...
The effect of the medicinal herbs came into play very quickly, and Lin Shu's congested vision gradually became clear. He saw the wound healed, and the small body under his hand opened his eyes ignorantly.
Chaos' sluggish eyes were expressionless, and Lin Shu called him, but he should not.
It's just an unowned body.
Lin Shu leaned on the ground with his sword, stood up with difficulty, and picked up the child.
He lost his cultivation base and staggered a few steps.
The black fog filled the air, and the demonic aura was everywhere, and the changes in Minzhou City had already begun.
He was trekking in the mountains, and after an unknown time, the dim lights finally appeared in front of him.
Lin Shu put down the child, wiped the blood from his lips, tidied up the messy clothes and hair, and led him into the village.
The aunt lived at the head of the village. At this time, Li Jimao and Li Yamao were still children, and Goose Feather had not yet been born.
He knocked on the door.
Because of this unusual change, the whole village was in a panic. The aunt opened the door with a vigilant look on her face, and looked at him from beginning to end before she relaxed a little: "This...?"
Lin Shu took a deep breath and pushed the child in front of the aunt: "Xia Taoyuan-jun, a person from the immortal realm, come here today, ask the aunt... to help me take care of this child for ten years."
He looked around: "Minzhou has become a place where demons gather. I will set up a barrier for you to protect the villagers from being invaded by demons... In return."
The aunt looked at him suspiciously.
He smiled, took out the defensive magic weapon, and formed a solid and incomparably clear enchantment for the village.
In an instant, the black fog in the village dissipated, and the wailing of the resentful ghosts that filled the surrounding fields miraculously disappeared.
The aunt believed it, but she still asked him a lot, such as who the child was, why he seemed to be insane, and how to raise him.
In order for the aunt to take care of the child, Lin Shu can only say that this is his apprentice.
To this day, he finally knows the ins and outs of all this.
He left a marriage certificate and keepsake with Ling Fengxiao, and even in the face of the aunt's question "how should I tell this child in the future", he left a letter to this non-existent apprentice.
The aunt hugged the child, finally dispelling all doubts, and said, "Is Xianjun leaving now? Come in and drink a glass of water."
"No need." Lin Shu lost his strength and said in a low voice, "I'll meet you when we have a chance."
After a thousand years, Lin Shu will fail to cross the tribulation because of a lightning rod, his body will be erased by the heaven, and his soul will soon dissipate.
For some reason, he traveled to a thousand years ago, and in this era, there happened to be a body without an owner that was divided by Heavenly Dao to Lin Shu.
Ten years later, Lin Shu will be reborn in the little fool's body.
And in the same year, the eldest lady of Phoenix Villa passed through Jiangnan, dressed in red and armed with a knife, and entered the city of Minzhou.
Separation of polymerization, is it pre-determined.
He finally understood the four words behind the mirror.
He smiled, looked in the direction of Minzhou City, and couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness in his heart.
He has no cultivation at all, and his soul is as thin as a piece of paper.
He wants to call back the worthy, but how to call it
In an instant, his mind changed, and he was surprised that the eight secret books were still on the bookcase in the Jiange Hall, and the thieves were eyeing them—
The current matter is irreversible, but the eight secret books are bound to not fall into the hands of others. He closed his eyes, and his spiritual sense pulled out from here and returned to the high-dimensional world in the mirror of cause and effect.
Just as he was about to return to the present, a glowing human figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The light represents the strength of the divine soul, and the light is escaping frantically, symbolizing that the person's divine soul is rapidly being consumed.
Lin Shu held the hand of the figure, lost a few strands of his remaining divine soul power, and finally saw the face of this person: "Qinglu?"
"Master... Master." The figure whispered.
Lin Shu saw what was still in his arms.
"Why are you here?" he asked. "How's it going outside?"
"Outside... You can't go outside." Qing Lu said: "Several elders saw the fireworks and came immediately and fought with those people. I don't have any mana, I only know... I only know."
He said, holding out the things in his arms, as if they were the eight secret books: "I only know that this is a very important thing, to keep it, I took it down from Master's desk while the chaos was, and hid it on the screen. Behind."
Lin Shu: "What happened later?"
"Later..." Qing Lu's voice trembled: "A mad black thing came out of the mirror and started a killing spree, destroying the Jiange Hall, killing a lot of people, and several elders were seriously injured, and Sister Lingsu also ...I don't know if I'm still alive."
Lin Shu closed his eyes, thinking that the thing should be worthy.
And after a thousand years, the main hall of the Jiange Pavilion has indeed been destroyed and rebuilt.
Qinglu continued: "That thing made a lot of noise. Half of the sky was blood red. It killed enough. It hovered in the air and returned to the mirror. I thought... it was safe."
Lin Shu: "What happened after that?"
Qing Lu hugged the eight secret books tightly, and his figure was uncertain: "The crazy black thing left, and I came out of the ruins, but I didn't expect that Qin... surnamed Qin, entangled with a large number of people ambushing at the foot of the mountain, Seeing that the mountain calmed down, he came up again - threatened me with handing over the secret book, the elders were seriously injured, I was forced to death by them, and there was nowhere to go, that mirror... sucked me in. "
Lin Shu: "How many of us are out there?"
"No." Qing Lu shook his head and said anxiously: "The younger disciples are hiding in the barrier, some elders and deacons are dead, some are injured, Master, you can't go out! There are a hundred of them, and The two transcended robbery took the lead, the surnamed Qin practiced the magic of the evil sect and became transcended calamity, you will die if you go out."
Lin Shu: "Staying here means death."
This place is not a place for ordinary people to stay, not to mention that Qinglu just completed the golden pill last year, and the soul is not much different from ordinary people.
"Master, you've been here for so long, you must be fine, I... It doesn't matter if I die!" Qinglu repeatedly emphasized: "You can't go out!"
"What about you?" Lin Shu said lightly.
"I..." Qinglu may have also felt the passing of his soul: "I will die when I go out, and I will stay here with Master. Didn't the elders teach me that life and death are a momentary thing, Master, I am not afraid."
Lin Shu's eyes were a little sour: "I haven't done anything for you."
"Master has the grace to recreate me. Back then, on the nine thousand long steps, Master... took a look at me, disciple... Disciple will never forget it." Qinglu looked directly at him, his soul was madly bright and extinct, and it was about to disappear. sign.
Lin Shu said, "Go in."
Qinglu: "Huh?"
Lin Shu picked up the back of his neck and took him to the river of time.
When you go out, you will be besieged and die by the crowd. Here, your spirit will dissipate and die, but there is a way to make Qinglu live—leave him at a certain point in time—forever.
But he found something desperate.
Going back to the past, it is also necessary to consume the soul - the amount of soul consumed is enough to make this ignorant and mediocre Qinglu die.
He stared blankly at this river of light, constantly changing the time points, but found that the closer he was to the present, the less soul he needed—perhaps, this was also a rule set by the Tao of Heaven to prevent people from making trouble in the past.
And beyond this point in time, to the future, less is needed.
He carried Qinglu, who was unknown to him, and went all the way up the river at the fastest speed, and finally found a time point that could support the loss of Qinglu's soul, so that after he landed, he was still a sane living person. , rather than a soulless fool.
According to his deduction, this is already a thousand years in the future, maybe even two thousand years later.
"Are you afraid of death? You can't lie to me." Lin Shu said to Qing Lu.
Facing the crazy dissipation of the spirit, Qing Lu's voice seemed to be about to cry: "I'm afraid... Master save me."
Lin Shu lost another ray of soul to him: "You will go to a very different place, but you can live and live well. There may also be senior Jiange there, you can find it."
He recalled the modern life, although Qinglu had a mediocre talent, he was not a stupid person - he still had a little cultivation level, which was enough to adapt to the changes of the times. What's more, since the inheritance of the sword pavilion has not been broken until his generation, Qinglu can get the protection of his elders.
Qinglu said, "Then Master, can I come back? I want to come back."
Lin Shu thought for a while, bit his index finger, and drew a soul imprint on his back.
Qing Lu said: "It's so hot!"
"This is the soul-inducing seal. When your soul is enough, you can be extradited back."
"When is enough?"
"Peak of Tribulation."
"Ah? Then I'll never come back?"
Lin Shu: "…"
He stuffed "Sauvignon Blanc" into Qinglu's arms: "This can be repaired until the calamity."
"Ah? What is this?" Qinglu shouted: "Master, even if you give me the "Sauvignon Blanc", I can't repair the calamity!"
Lin Shu threw him into the river of time: "Do your best."
Qinglu continued to shout in the air: "Master, I don't have a sword! My sword fell outside! Is there a sword over there? Ah????"
The time was urgent, and Lin Shu had no other way, so he threw the folded bamboo in his hand in that direction.
Qing Lu caught it: "Master! I will come to see you!"
The sound gradually became smaller, and Qinglu turned into a light spot and disappeared into the river of time.
Lin Shu returned to his original position and played the time, but his soul was dying, and he couldn't figure out the exact time point. He could only engrave the connection mark of the soul mark on a time point that roughly belongs to the present, and the error was controlled. within thirty years.
If Qinglu can cultivate to the peak of transcending calamity in his lifetime, this mark can bring his soul back from the future.
At this moment, he suddenly froze.
In the long, dusty memory, a fragment flashed back in his mind.
That was when he was very young, very young.
His master stabbed blood and carved an intricate mark on his back.
Uncertain, he asked, "What is this?"
His master blew the sign and said, "This is the main seal of our sword pavilion. Your master passed it on to Wei Shi, and today Wei Shi also passed it on to you."
He didn't ask any more.
After a while, his master said, "Teacher, do you know why you are called 'Lin Shu'?"
He said: "Those who are alienated are also far away. You said that you want me to stay away from the world and leave the world."
The master smiled and said, "No."
Lin Shu said again: "You often read ancient prose, there is a saying 'the moonlight leaks under the forest, and the sparseness is like remnant snow'."
The master said, "Neither."
He stopped guessing.
But the master sighed and brushed his hair: "Baby disciple... You really look like a person."
Thinking of this, Lin Shu covered his mouth and tears suddenly fell. In this quiet space, before the boundless time, he recalled his two lives, the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion, the gathering and separation of fate, crying and laughing, unable to restrain himself.
That mark was engraved on his back by the hand of the master, so when he died under the thunder, his soul returned and went back to the past.
Who is the master? Who is he? "Sauvignon Blanc" is still in Master's hands, so where is Zhezhu? Who is Origami
He felt that he had gone crazy, and everything in the world was pressing on him, rushing towards him, unable to struggle.
There are some things that cannot be repeated, this is a kind of tie that is too deep, tearing his heart.
He looked at the river.
The deceased is like this, reluctant to give up day and night.
At that moment, he wanted to jump down, like a dead man jumping into a rushing river. The cold water will drown all joys and sorrows, and he will gain long-term tranquility.
Xiao Shao, Wugui, Qinglu, Zhezhu.
He had nothing to lose except his own life.
A light spot lit up at some point, wandering beside him, Lin Shu tried hard to see clearly, and found that it was the mirror.
This mirror is the beginning of all stories.
The words "separation and aggregation, could it be pre-determined", faintly lit up, hanging in the mirror.
He grabbed the mirror: "I have another chance?"
The mirror flickered, and a word appeared on the mirror: "Yes."
Lin Shu looked at the river and seemed to be talking to the mirror, and seemed to be talking to himself, "I want to see Xiao Shao."
He lowered his head, his eyes were blurred, and the light of the river was refracted into an overwhelming golden color: "But I can't deduce the time."
He had no other thoughts. All the things in this life have been washed away by the will of God like a knife, whether it is said that all thoughts are ashes, or all sounds are silent, in the end, there is only one thought in his heart that has been suppressed by madness for countless days and nights.
He thought of Xiao Shao, as a widow, every day, every moment, he never stopped, he could deceive everyone, and he deceived himself, and he could no longer deceive.
He saw that the handwriting in the mirror had changed: "Why don't you learn Qinglu."
Find a time in the future to live
"I don't want to go," Lin Shu's mind was blank, he had no way to think. In the utter silence, his emotions finally collapsed, tears kept falling, and he cried so hard that he could hardly speak a complete sentence: "I think Xiao Shao … don’t go to a place without Xiao Shao.”
He lowered his head, his voice was weak, almost non-existent: "I want to... look at him again."
Four words appeared on the mirror surface: "To go is to die."
"I know." Lin Shu stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to die... where there is Xiao Shao."
The mirror was blank for a long time, and finally a word appeared.
"it is good."