Text Volume Chapter 822: Darkness and Disaster! Finally Becoming a Rich Second Generation In the border desert, a black mountain towers.

Bursts of wind and sand sweep across like yellow smoke, making the mammoth thing that stands forever more mysterious.

At the foot of the mountain, a bright girl is supporting a young man with fair complexion and thin body.

The young man was leaning on a blind cane, and there was no light in his eyes, as if he would never be able to see the situation in this world.

Luo Shaochen murmured softly.

Although he has been blind since childhood, he has learned a lot and has a strong memory. Just by attending a private school, he already has a hundred thousand books in his chest.

Regarding the customs outside the border fortress, what impressed Luo Shaochen most was the Black Mountain Temple.

According to rumors, this temple is dedicated to darkness, has great incense, and has many believers. It has become famous in the border areas outside the Great Wall.

Then one day, the ancient temple suddenly disappeared, and the vast Black Mountain became deserted.

Xiang Ling supported Luo Shaochen, with distress in her eyes.

The Luo family was originally a wealthy family in Liangzhou Prefecture.

Just because Luo Shaochen came from a bad background, his mother was a prostitute and he was a commoner, so he was treated poorly in the house.

The year Luo Shaochen was born, his mother died of depression. Before she died, there was no one around her.

When he was five years old, an accident made Luo Shaochen blind. As for the truth of the accident, no one cared.

Six months ago, Luo Shaochen's father, the only man who could protect him, passed away suddenly.

It seemed too inappropriate for Luo Shaochen to continue to stay at home with his status, so he took out his savings for many years and left the Luo family with the maid who had taken care of him since childhood.

Luo Shaochen raised his hand to signal.

Xiangling pouted, but she was filled with heartache and resentment.

Luo Shaochen's situation was already extremely miserable. When he was seven years old, a wandering Taoist priest passed by and bluntly said that he was destined to commit suicide and could not stay at home for long.

As a result, the Luo family placed him in Zhuangzi outside the city.

Since then, Luo Shaochen has completely lost his status in the Luo family.

Luo Shaochen was quite looking forward to it.

At this moment, an indifferent voice echoed at the foot of the mountain.

Luo Shaochen raised his brows slightly when he heard the sound and couldn't help but turn around.

A young man came from a distance, followed by more than thirty people in armor, all of whom were well-trained masters.

At this moment, everyone was holding knives and following the young man.

Xiangling looked wary and stood in front of the blind young master.

Luo Shaochen whispered softly.

Luo Shaochuan smiled slightly.

Luo Shaochen frowned slightly and had no intention of accompanying the elder brother in front of him in a brother-in-law drama.

As his younger brother, Luo Shaochen knew him very well. From childhood to adulthood, the other party never took him seriously.

From beginning to end, in the eyes of this brother, he was just a *** after all.

Luo Shaochuan said in a deep voice.

He didn't bother to pretend, his cold eyes showed a ruthless chill.

"I have left behind the title deeds of the real estate, the village outside the city, and the shops in the city..." Luo Shaochen said calmly.

These were originally his properties.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a descendant of the Luo family, and the wealth in his hands is naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Those things I will appreciate," Luo Shaochuan said coldly.

A grim look appeared on Luo Shaochuan's face, as if someone had taken something he loved away from him.

"Brother, those were the last thoughts my father left for me... The Qingming Sword is just an ordinary sword..."

Luo Shaochuan said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, the sound of swordsmen clashing sounded faintly at the foot of the Black Mountain.

More than thirty guards pulled out the sabers from their waists, and the sharp true softness emerged from Luo Shaochuan's body.

Facing this scene, Xiang Ling's expression completely changed.

Compared with Luo Shaochen, who has participated since childhood, Luo Shaochuan looks stunning.

He grew up in the most favorable environment and received resources that others could not imagine in his lifetime. He has already entered the real world at a young age.

Because of this, the frail and blind Luo Shaochen was like a young cat in front of him, with no advantage at all.

Xiangling gritted her teeth and stood in front of Luo Shaochen.

Luo Shaochen couldn't help but sigh.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for not caring about brotherhood." Luo Shaochuan said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the guard beside him shook the long knife in his hand and pressed towards the master and servant in front of him who was waiting to be killed.

At this moment, a sigh fell, and the wind blew the clouds and smoke, just like the waves in the lake.

More than thirty guards fell down in unison, and their heads flew high into the air, falling to the ground along with the scarlet sky.

This scene was so shocking that it shocked the eyes.

Xiang Ling stared blankly at Luo Shaochen standing in front of her, she couldn't believe it.

At this moment, the blind stick in Luo Shaochen's hand had long been broken into pieces, revealing the long sword hidden inside, which was as green as water and mighty.

However, his master is still so calm and calm, his eyes are empty and untainted by any human fireworks.

"You...you..." Luo Shaochuan's voice trembled, and his wide eyes showed deep shock.

He couldn't believe that his brother, who had been blind since childhood, was actually a master with a sword.

"That wandering Taoist priest... he taught me the swordsmanship before he left... I only need to hold the sword every day..."

Luo Shaochen rubbed the long sword in his hand, with no expression on his face.

No one would have thought that in Liangzhou Mansion, at the foot of the Black Mountain, one of the most terrifying swordsmen in the world would appear in the future.

Luo Shaochen's voice sounded slowly, and Luo Shaochuan felt a chill on his neck, as the seven-foot green front had already circled around.

But the edge was restrained, leaving him with a wisp of black hair.

Luo Shaochen put away his sword and said, "Let's go."

Luo Shaochuan murmured softly, his eyes became hollow, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and he staggered out of Black Mountain.

At this moment, a leisurely voice came from behind.

Luo Shaochen was shocked. Ever since his swordsmanship was perfected, no one had ever been able to take a hundred steps ahead of him without knowing it.

He couldn't help but turn around, even though he couldn't see it, he was aiming in the right direction.

On the big bluestone not far away, Zhou Dao was wearing a wide robe, as if he had just woken up, watching the play for a long time with great interest.

This Black Mountain was originally one of the dojos of the Dark Lord. In the past, when he was not in the Dark Hall, he would come here to relax.

Mind meditation.

Now that Zhou Dao has inherited the position of Dark Lord, he will naturally inherit this Black Mountain.

Luo Shaochen was wary.

Zhou Dao speaks softly.

At this moment, Xiang Ling couldn't help shouting. She looked at Zhou Dao and saw that he seemed not much older than their young master, so she couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Luo Shaochen spoke softly, interrupting Xiang Ling's words.

Under Xiang Ling's stunned gaze, Luo Shaochen actually bowed respectfully to Zhou Dao.

"Can!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a sword cry, the wind and sand were blowing, the clouds were moving slowly, and the springs in the mountains seemed to have stopped flowing.

Luo Shaochen still stood where he was.

Zhou Dao was still sitting cross-legged on the big blue stone.

At this moment, a broken sword fell to the ground and was stuck in the dust.

Luo Shaochen rubbed the broken sword in his hand, his pale face a little dazed, just like Luo Shaochuan just now.

The Qingming Sword broke, so quietly that he didn't even know why it was broken.

Before he drew his sword, when the thought suddenly occurred, everything was over.

"The past has passed, but I still haven't woken up"

At this moment, Zhou Dao gave a soft drink, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening and enlightening.
To be continued...