Fu Canglu

Chapter 468
Hidden Sword Mountain is not too close to the wasteland.

Therefore, the fluctuations there were not immediately noticed by the Huangyu side.

Jian Zongming turned his head slightly, looked at the old mountain with its back to the barren land, and his eyes made slight contact with "someone" at the bottom of the mountain.

He smiled disapprovingly, turned his head and ignored the gaze.

The second person who noticed the turmoil in Hidden Sword Mountain was Xi Yao.

Xi Yao narrowed her eyes and stroked her long hair at the temples.

She was a little uncertain whether what she sensed was that person.

The owner of the Western Regions thought about it carefully, and thought of the name of Cangjian Mountain, suddenly realized, and chuckled.

The figure of the boy holding the sword for his brother unconsciously appeared in his mind.

After so many years now, the boy who held the sword for his elder brother should have turned into a haggard old man, right?

She lowered her eyebrows and moved her eyes to the little highness, complaining, laughing at herself and feeling inferior.

But my brother is no longer my brother.

Even if he stepped on the sword, so what?
My brother can't even recognize himself, so can we still recognize him?

"If there is an afterlife, there will be a reunion."

Xi Yao silently stretched out a hand and rubbed his eyes seemingly inadvertently.

The pads of the fingers are a little wet.

She laughed instead, laughing silently.

What my brother said back then is beyond counting.

"Your Majesty!"

This voice resounded through Hidden Sword Mountain.

Countless flying swords, sword energy, and a wave of sword waves were trampled by the old man, rushing to the distant wasteland.

This voice was left far behind by Zhao Chunfeng.

Zhao Chunfeng holds a bone in his left hand and a bone in his right hand, one is pure white and the other is dripping with blood.

The gray-haired old man didn't look like a fairy at all, especially the right hand that was drawn from his heart, blood was spilling all the way.

Donate the sword bone, donate the heart.

He looked up to the sky and laughed.

On the top of Hidden Sword Mountain, Miss Shen Mo was a little perplexed.

She didn't understand who it was calling the king.

It's not that I don't understand.

but not to believe.

Because pushing from back to front, and pushing forward again, there is only one person who is habitually called "King".

That person is really famous.

And that person is dead.

She didn't understand why the crazy old man, after waking up from the bottom of the mountain, broke through the mountain wall, looked like a madman, and even had blood dripping from his hands, directly cut out his own sword bone, and ran to the wasteland like that.

Shen Mo didn't understand.

The disciples in Nanhai were even more confused.

Until the chess master Wei Qi, who was laughing loudly on the top of Cangjian Mountain and burst into tears, suddenly restrained his laughter.

Hidden Sword Mountain was extremely quiet.

The chess master turned around slowly, faced the crowd, and stretched out a finger, pointing to the old sword fairy outside the Great Wall who was holding a sword alone and was more majestic than thousands of troops.

He said hoarsely, "Remember this man."

"His name is Zhao Chunfeng, and he is Wei Qi's only living acquaintance."

"There is another identity."

"It's the Fengjian boy who was under the Overlord back then."

As soon as the words came out, the audience was shocked.

Shen Mo covered his lips to keep himself from being surprised.

After Wei Qi restrained his laughter, he had no other expressions.

His words were calm and his tone was dull: "Why is he crying? Why did he have to cut open the bones."

This sentence is spoken very slowly.

Not a rhetorical question, nor any emotion.

On the contrary, there is a sense of sadness.

The chess master paused every word: "Because this sword bone was not born to him, it was given by the Overlord."

Not for Zhao Chunfeng, but for the other person in this sentence.

Wei Qi looked at Shen Mo, his voice was hoarse: "You should remember what I said before."

Shen Mo was a little startled.

"He did something that he regrets for the rest of his life."

"So he 'killed himself'."

"He tried to enter the Liuxian Monument, but it still didn't work."

"Rather than live in regret, it's better to choose to break." Wei Qi paused, his voice was low: "If he didn't have the sword bone given by the overlord, he wouldn't be a 'sword fairy'. And he, it seems I have never wanted to be such a sword fairy. If there is a choice, he would rather be a chess player, die of old age, sickness, but Jiazi, instead of locking himself in a quiet room, he can only choose a hundred years and a hundred years, until his cultivation base dies , is really a torment.”

"It's not a bad thing to live a long time."

Wei Qi tightened his lips, held back for a moment, and sighed softly: "At least now, he can pay off the debt."

Zhao Chunfeng squinted his eyes, his white hair on the temples was blown by the wind, dancing wildly.

He looked at the thundercloud in the distant sky, scarlet like blood.

Thinking of the scene of the king breaking the robbery back then.

Eight or nine days of calamity, a sword broke open.

He who was holding the sword at the side was just an immature boy back then, and he vaguely remembered that he didn't dare to say a word when he saw the head of the immortal in the sky.

Zhao Chunfeng was full of emotion, he didn't know when and when, could he be like a king?
Until the king left for that time, he left a sword bone for himself.

And I was so obsessed with ghosts that I really rubbed this bone into my body.

That is the king's bone.

It is the bargaining chip for the king to ascend to the sky!
Zhao Chunfeng burst into tears.

If I hadn't been stupid that day and the king had an extra bone, wouldn't the ending be different?

At the other end of the sky, it should be that the Chu character flag is still fluttering!

The old man looked up, raised two sword bones, and his voice was hoarse.

He has come to the barren land, stepped on the sword wave, and when he came out of the mountain, he called out the king, and he came to the barren area with him.

Everyone raised their heads and looked slightly at the old man, riding the tide of the sword, and suddenly crashed into the thunder.

Seven or nine days of calamity, how grand is it?
Zhao Chunfeng came to the side of Li Changge whose consciousness was already blurred.

He squinted his eyes, and looked at the young sword embryo that was carrying the sword bone, but forcibly cut it open and discarded it.

Zhao Chunfeng bowed his head slightly, and saw the falling karma, the simple long sword, the invisible silk threads flying around the sword, and the wind and snow stained with it, like a broken mirror, reflected in his eyes and flowed past.

Kowtow teacher.

dissection.

A knife.

Two breaks.

The cause and effect are clear at a glance.

The old man laughed: "He is a good embryo."

He raised the bloody sword bone with one hand, and slowly inserted it into Li Changge's chest.

In a daze, Li Changge heard the old man say: "Your kindness has been repaid to Master, so I will accept this bone of mine. From now on, I will accompany you by your Majesty's side, and it will be regarded as repaying my kindness for saving your life."

He struggled to open his eyes, the wind was bitter.

Born with ease.

The old sword fairy slowly inserted Li Changge's sword bone into his body.

He sucked his palm slightly, and the "karma" suddenly entered his palm.

squeeze.

Zhao Chunfeng smiled softly at him and said, "You asked me to borrow a sword?"

Before Li Changge could speak, he continued to laugh and said, "Your Majesty once told me that if there is an amazing younger generation who borrows a sword, there will be no reason not to borrow a sword in this rivers and lakes after a thousand years."

The old man looked down, glanced at the figure of Lian Yi, and confirmed that the man had lost his memory.

When he came, he saw Xi Yao made a silent gesture to himself.

So Zhao Chunfeng passed by with his sword, calmly, without stopping at all.

Seeing this old man, Li Changge held the sword in one hand and rubbed his face with the other.

Zhao Chunfeng wiped away the tears all over his face indiscriminately, raised his head, and said softly: "I am the sword-bearer boy under the throne."

He smiled and took a breath: "This is the sword left by the king, watch it!"

Zhao Chunfeng throws cause and effect.

The Overlord Sword Qi stinging shallowly inside the sword bone was instantly sucked out from Li Changge's chest like thunder, and attached to the sword

In the middle of the wasteland, thunder light fell like a heavy hammer.

Time becomes extremely slow.

Wasteland earth and rocks fly
Thunder, strong wind, shower, flying sand and rocks.

Until a sword sound resounded through the world.

After that sword strike, there was no more wind and thunder.

(End of this chapter)