() "Hurry up, transport more rocks to add to this hole."
The square was crowded with disciples from both inner and outer sects. They watched with curious eyes as countless handymen carried stones and threw them one after another into the bottomless and huge black hole.
Many disciples looked at the huge pit in front of them in despair. From then on, there was no longer a mysterious giant sword in the sun.
There are no more glorious legends, and perhaps the major sects around him will be eyeing him soon. After all, Luo Rimen has been standing in the underworld for countless years, and his background is quite rich. In the past, he made friends with many famous sects in the underworld by relying on the mysterious giant sword.
Big faction.
At that time, Luo Rimen's popularity was considered to be the best, but now the giant sword has been lost! Many disciples felt a sense of melancholy in their hearts, and they were filled with emotions.
Maybe this is the time when Luo Ri Men can truly aspire to the Black Realm. If it has the strength, it will naturally last forever. If it is true as the outside world says,
If you are weak and can be bullied, it will be a matter of time before your family is exterminated.
Ignoring the huge noise in the outer square, in a small courtyard where the handymen lived, a green-shirted handyman ran in in a panic, saw Zuo Chun walking in the courtyard, and said hurriedly;
"Senior Brother Zuo, Ling Chen is no longer with his uncle. I heard from my uncle that 'Junior Brother Ling came back in the rain early yesterday morning.'"
"Early yesterday morning? Wasn't that the time when the battle broke out at the outer gate? Did you find anything else?"
This panicked handyman was none other than Nai Er. At this moment, Nai Er looked at Zuo Chun hesitantly. His hands on his back wanted to take out something, but he didn't dare to take it out.
Zuo Chun walked around with a bored look on his face, turned his head and caught a glimpse of Nai Er who was squirming. He asked Nai Er in an impatient tone;
"Is there anything else you can do?"
"This...this...is the umbrella that Uncle Mu Jin gave to Junior Brother Ling yesterday morning. I found it in the cracks of the stone steps under the square."
With a suspicious expression, Nai Er took out a tattered umbrella from behind and handed it to Zuo Chun.
"Hey, Junior Brother Ling, have you found it, Zuo Gezi?" Soy Sauce patted the gray layer on his body with both hands, walked into the yard from the outside, and saw Zuo Chun and Nai Er standing on the side of the yard with uncomfortable expressions.
"Damn"
So violently that he threw the umbrella in his hand towards the corner, Zuo Chun roared at Nai Er angrily;
"What do you think? Why don't you come back with Junior Brother Ling? What's the use of bringing back this umbrella now?"
Astonished Soy Sauce looked at the scene in front of her stupidly. Zuo Chun kept roaring angrily at the thin Nai Er in front of him. Nai Er, with a pale face, kept his head underground and silently endured Zuo Chun's rage at this moment.
"What's the use of bringing back this umbrella..."
What is the use……"
Zuo Chun, who had gradually finished venting his anger, squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, and the sound of twitching could be heard from time to time.
Soy sauce was still a little unresponsive, so she resisted the urge to ask Zuo Chun. Soy sauce called Naiji aside and asked carefully what happened.
"clang"
After listening to Nai Er's intermittent explanation of what happened, Soy Sauce stood stunned on the spot. The handkerchief on his shoulders fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but think of the little junior brother who had been with him since the City of Dawn.
Although Ling Chen, who was not good at talking, always asked some incomprehensible questions, Soy Sauce and Zuo Chun treated this junior brother who had lost his memory with sincerity.
Not only did he help Ling Chen find a relatively easy job in the handyman's yard, but every time he came back at night, the two senior brothers would always joke and ask if the younger junior brother could not do the job, and they would always say something to hurt Ling Chen.
.
But all three of them knew in their hearts that the other party truly cared about them.
On the last day, Junior Brother Ling went out early in order not to disturb himself and Zuo Chun. It has been three days since then! No one was seen...
He murmured and picked up the umbrella under the corner. The corners of Soy sauce's eyes were a little moist, and he stuttered and asked Naiji behind him;
"|Have you looked for Guang... Square?"
"Senior brother, we've looked for them all. Yesterday, senior brother Zuo and I went looking for a lot of movies, senior brother! It's all my fault that I didn't come back with junior brother Ling." Nai Er felt regretful at this moment. He had known that junior brother Ling would be inexplicable.
Since he disappeared, he shouldn't have left Junior Brother Ling.
"It's all my fault, Senior Brother Zuo Chun, right..."
"It's already this time, what's the use of you still saying sorry, let's go find it"
Interrupting Nai Er's words, Soy Sauce ran out of the courtyard with a heavy expression.
Zuo Chun raised his head and looked at the two people running out with mist-filled eyes. He struggled to stand up and ran out of the small courtyard...
Alas! There was a trace of impatience on the vicissitudes of his face. After a moment! Uncle Gao bit his lip and stood under the willow tree beside the small courtyard, looking at the grieving three people.
The old figure turned around tremblingly and walked down the mountain along the winding path...
This figure looked very old from behind, but his body shook and he did not fall to the ground. Many uniform disciples coming and going along the way followed Uncle Gao to say hello.
The handymen looked at the swaying Uncle Gao in surprise. This time, Uncle Gao did not respond to them as kindly as usual, and hurried past as if something was urgent.
Along the winding stairs, the old figure came to the bottom of the mountain and looked down at the rushing stream at his feet. Uncle Gao knelt down and carefully watched the turbulent and clear stream.
The rushing stream was like a brave and fearless soldier, rushing across the rocks and rushing downstream.
Suddenly, a thin stream of crimson was mixed with the large surging water, flowing quickly under Uncle Gao's eyes.
Uncle Gao, whose pupils were wide-open, reached down sharply with his left hand to grab it, and his old, wrinkled palm appeared wet in front of his eyes.
The faint smell of blood emanated from the traces of blood on the folds of his palms. He brought it up to him and sniffed it. Uncle Gao looked back at the pedestrians around him. There were no pedestrians around him for the time being. Uncle Gao smartly turned around and stepped off the stone bridge and disappeared.
In the winding streams and rivers...
Due to the overflowing water, Uncle Gao had to climb over the rugged boulders on the river. The old figure staggered over a raised boulder. Uncle Gao was so tired that he had to lean on the rock, breathing heavily.
Looking at the rushing water above, Uncle Gao stood up with difficulty and continued to climb over with difficulty...
Shakingly, I saw a huge curtain of water pouring down from the towering mountain. The splashing water droplets hit Uncle Gao, who was standing dozens of meters away. He wiped the water droplets on his face.
He looked with relief at the figure in blue shirt lying under the huge water curtain.
The man in green shirt seemed to be carrying a huge, dark and shiny sword on his back.
The rapidly surging water hit the back of the green-shirted man who was standing on a large rock underground. If he hadn't been observing closely, he wouldn't have been able to see from a distance that there was an unconscious man under the crowded waterfall.
Looking at the huge black sword on the back of the man in blue shirt, Uncle Gao nodded thoughtfully. Perhaps it was because of this huge black sword that the elders in the sect could not sense the breath of the man in blue shirt.
He stepped forward and struggled to lift the hands of the man in green shirt. Uncle Gao endured the cold water pouring down from his head and couldn't help but shudder. He quickly dragged the man in green shirt and helped him to the side with difficulty.
On the huge rock.
"Huhu"
Panting heavily, Uncle Gao dragged the heavy man in his hand a few more steps, completely out of the range of the splashing water on the water curtain.
It was almost noon, and the warm sunshine shone on the unconscious man in green shirt on the rock.
Uncle Gao was breathing heavily on the side, as if his old body couldn't bear the intense exercise just now.