Even the swordsman who uses a bamboo branch as his sword, I don't necessarily dare to say that I can defeat him."
"Is it really that powerful?" Su Tu asked happily.
"It is indeed very powerful. One day, if you can walk side by side with him, the world is as big as yours."
"Okay, I will believe in Master this time." Su Tu smiled coquettishly, Chu Gucheng doted on him, Yuan Changqing comforted, and Yan Zhifei and Lou Zhiruo also made up their minds to one day be able to speak just one word like Mr. Liang.
, just stop fighting, this will be considered as a life worth living.
The group of people gradually drifted away, and Su Tu also recovered from the sad mood of separation. From time to time, the chatter of Su Tu and Lou Zhiruo could be heard.
"Master, why are you here?"
"I know, I know, the master uncle must be worried about my master, he secretly follows us and protects us secretly, right?"
"Zhiruo, you, master, don't you want to lose face?"
"Hmph, when Master becomes as powerful as Mr. Liang, Zhiruo will give Master some face."
"Little girl, if you speak rudely, let's see how I teach you a lesson... The ten essentials of sword bones, go back and copy them a hundred times!"
"Oh, Master, Zhiruo realizes his mistake. I won't dare to do it anymore. Master, please spare my disciple this time. Master, Master, please advise my Master. You are his senior brother. You can speak to me."
Master must listen."
"Well, let's do it ten times. A hundred times will be a bit difficult for you."
"Ten... ten times!" Lou Zhiruo screamed miserably.
"Shout again and copy ten more times!"
Suddenly, Lou Zhiruo's cry disappeared, and together with the figures of the five people, they disappeared behind the flower trees at the foot of Wushan Mountain.
At the northern foot of Guanshan Mountain, there is a wind shelter.
Counting the time, it was not long after Youshi, the summer season, and the sun was still far away from setting. However, it was dark outside the wind shelter at this moment, with dark clouds rolling overhead, so close that it seemed to be right next to the peak of the wind shelter. The weather was like this.
The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and there was a faint red dragon and purple lightning swimming among them. The pressure made people's eyebrows numb, and their hearts were so heavy that they couldn't breathe.
The water was rolling, and the wind was blowing the waves, like thousands of evil dragons fetching water on the river, shouting and drinking, looking so wanton. The trees outside the wind shelter were also blown to and fro by the strong wind, and all of them were bent.
There was a roaring sound, and a few groans and screams were inevitable. In an instant, the broken branches were carried away by the strong wind and fell far away on the river, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
There was another gust of wind, and black clouds seemed to have covered the sky. The hot air on the ground mixed with the cool wind, mixed with a fishy smell, which seemed to be cold and hot at the same time; the dark clouds were like ink, just like the catastrophe of the end of the world, everything was panicked.
I was at a loss. Another gust of wind passed by, and the cover outside the shelter, the birds, the shadows of sails on the river, and pedestrians all seemed to be swept away by the wind and disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly in the wind.
Not long after, the surroundings were already very dark, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. The wind carried the rain, and it hit the east and west. A flash of lightning in the sky in the north lifted off a piece of black cloud, revealing a large area of blood-red color. The wind jumped over
The wind was blowing harder and harder, not too fast, but sharp and powerful, making the century-old trees on the shore tremble one by one. After a burst of such wind, everything seemed to be different somehow, and even the willow trees were waiting in surprise.
Point something. Another gust of wind was stronger than before. The branches and willows flew sideways, and the green leaves moved in all directions. They flew up to the sky for a while, and then were driven back by the howling wind as soon as they fell. Wind, soil, and rain were all mixed together.
They are everywhere, connected together, horizontally and vertically, they are all gray and cold, and it is hard to tell which is the tree, which is the ground, which is the cloud. It is a mess in all directions, leaving only the rain channel that is straight and slanting, which is ridiculous.
It fell, and one couldn't see clearly one by one, but it was so determined that countless arrows were shot on the ground, which only made people feel pain. Hundreds of waterfalls fell from the pavilion, and in a few seconds, the sky and the earth were inseparable.
The river fell downwards, and the river on the ground flowed across it, turning into a watery world that was gray and yellow, and sometimes pale and translucent after lightning flashed.
On such a rainy day, a figure stood quietly in the wind shelter. The person in the pavilion had to hold an umbrella. Even so, the slanting wind and rain had already wet half of the man's body. The pavilion
Not only can't we avoid the wind, but we can't even be protected from the rain.
The figure stood in the wind and rain, holding a bamboo umbrella. The wind and rain moved, and even the pavilion seemed to be swaying, but this figure remained motionless, as if the person standing here was not alone.
, but a trace of the passage of time.
The purple dragon outside the sky swam slowly to the top of the wind shelter, and the muffled thunder came from far to near, which was just a matter of a few breaths. A bright white lightning barb came down, blazing through the ranks, spitting fire and whipping, from
Looking from the wind shelter, I could clearly see that I had touched the treetops on the other side of Suo Shui. In an instant, both sides of Suo Shui were covered in white, reflecting the pale face in the pavilion.
After the lightning flash, thunder followed one after another, and the pavilion became darker, as if it had been splashed with ink. There was another lightning, this time closer to the shelter, and it was frighteningly bright, but the reflection of the shelter in the water was clear and visible.
There was no color, leaving only a monotonous bright white color. The wind shelter on the shore and the long backs of the people in the pavilion spread out, a little distorted and blurred, faint, pure without black, as if they were transparent. Suddenly
, another solid black figure appeared near the back, and stepped in. At this moment, the sky suddenly turned dark again, and the surrounding area was gray, changing from black to white, together with the back of the person in the pavilion and the person who had just appeared.
The black shadows disappeared together into this chaotic world in the water. A few breaths later, there was another flash of lightning, and the inside and outside of the wind shelter turned white again. The people in the pavilion turned around and stood quietly on the stone steps at the entrance of the pavilion.
Looking at the new figure coming in the rain and wind not far away.
This lightning seemed to stay longer, and I could see clearly the half of the face of the person in the pavilion under the umbrella, with a thin chin and a slight green stubble. He was wearing a plain gray coat, with a tall and slim figure.
Minus. The man in front of the pavilion is also holding an umbrella. The surface of the umbrella is printed with black and white colors, like two yin and yang swimming fish. The person who comes is wearing ocher clothes, embroidered with clouds, cranes and waves. He stands at the bottom and lifts the umbrella slightly.
A stern and solemn face was revealed below, it was none other than the Fifth Prince Hui Wang Li Xuanze.
When the light went out and night came, light and dark time intertwined. This time the light came back ten breaths later. Several figures appeared behind King Hui, all wearing masks and raincoats. They were like ghosts in the dark night, quietly.
The people in the pavilion raised their umbrellas and opened their mouths to say something, but they were drowned by the thunder. When King Hui took a closer look, the surroundings fell into darkness again.
There seems to be energy intertwined in the sound of the wind.