Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 310 Vortex
Kongtong Mountain.

Night rain makes autumn leaves wet the steps.

In Shujian Pavilion, Xiao Tingshu, who closed his eyes with Hengjian, suddenly felt something and opened his eyes to look to the north.

After a moment of silence, he stood up with his sword in hand, and in an instant, he was in front of the single building.

Before the words "Master of the Ming Sword" could be uttered, in front of the courtyard gate, a floating ink pen came into view. In the pattering autumn rain, white clouds surround it with true energy, which is neither stained by rain nor stained by mud.

Xiao Tingshu stretched out his hand, paused again in mid-air, and picked it out with the hilt of his sword.

A line of ink is clear and clean: "I encountered an unexpected situation, so I will leave you a message temporarily. I regret my trip to Jianfu Mountain. I will see you again in ten days. I sincerely send you my best wishes from Ming Qitian."

Under the clear night rain, Xiao Tingshu frowned slightly, turned over the paper in his hand twice, pinched his fingers again, and after a moment of silence, he returned without saying a word.

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Bowang City.

Shang Huaitong was silent as the last name weighed him down as if he was suffocating.

"Can you draw your sword?" The man in black robe stood by the window, the window sash was pushed to both sides, and he looked motionless at the dark rain outside.

The man in black robe changed his subject slightly: "Then do you know what is needed for an empty-handed person to climb such a high mountain?"

In the southeast corner, the huge and dark manor was as deserted as ever. In the cold rain of autumn night, it looked even more ghostly and dead.

A long sword was lying across his knees, his one arm was hidden in his sleeve, and his long pale fingers were firmly grasping the hilt of the sword.

But compared to a few days ago, the ghostly and faint hissing could no longer be heard.

"Yes, benefactor." Shang Huaitong pressed his sword and nodded, his voice sounding like iron.

In Shang Huaitong's memory, he was always so quiet and motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Huai Tong is willing to serve his benefactor throughout his life."

Shang Huaitong never wanted to think back on those seven days of walking like a zombie. Now he was holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the solid coldness gave him strength again. He really felt that he had climbed up from hell and experienced an unprecedented experience. Quenching.

This sentence actually evoked a chuckle from the black figure: "Really? Then what can you do when you come out of this Jiuyou?"

Shang Huaitong hesitated for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "If I want to achieve the ultimate goal of swordsmanship, I must shed blood. I am ashamed of yesterday!"

The man in black robe chuckled again.

But his eyes were as quiet as a flat lake.

He opened his mouth and squeezed out a trembling voice from his chest: "Huai Tong spent seven days in the netherworld and Huangquan as if he had spent a lifetime."

It's so lonely and quiet that no one would believe that there are still people living here.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Everything in the world is like sand. I will definitely crush this mountain."

In a small, lonely courtyard at the back, there were still no candles lit, and the sound of the cold spring sounded more like a piece of ice in the darkness.

The man in black robe was still looking out the window quietly, and after a moment he said softly: "Seventeen years old, a humble man, a swordsman, a gifted man, Ming Qitian talks about swordsmanship with him. It's really a noble mountain."

The maimed injuries on his body were quickly repaired by unknown power, and the broken sword heart was beating brightly in his heart. Shang Huaitong had never had such a strong desire to be reborn.

There is no moon tonight, and the man in the wheelchair sits quietly, his long hair hanging down by his knees, and his deep face is as pale as his lips.

"Determination, perseverance, emotion and wisdom," Shang Huaitong whispered, "and luck."

He went on to say: "It is Huai Tong's great fortune to meet my benefactor. Huai Tong is willing to throw himself into the tower and fight to the death. I only hope that one day he can wash away my revenge with blood!"

No longer able to hide it, the strong hatred was squeezed out of his throat, and anyone could see the poisonous flames in his heart.

The man in black robe remained motionless and never turned around: "How long can you persist in this matter?"

"For the rest of my life!"

There was another low laugh, but this time the man in black robe fell silent.

After a long time, he whispered softly: "Do you really know what it feels like to spend your whole life for a mountain that reaches the sky?" "."

"Twenty years." He suddenly sighed and looked out the window, "Twenty years is hard enough."

Shang Huaitong looked at this figure speechlessly. This was the first time he felt "human" emotion from it.

"I have to do one thing. What you said is indeed very important." The man in black robe turned around slightly, his face painted with gold patterns showed a cold dignity in the darkness, but his voice was still the same quiet. , “But if you want to do something that lasts more than twenty years, they are not enough.”

"To do something like this, the most important thing is a heart." The man in black robe said softly.

What heart?

Shang Huaitong didn't know what to say. He didn't dare to ask, and the man in black robe didn't say anything further.

Because at this moment, his robe suddenly stirred slightly.

The night is as tight as a string.

Shang Huaitong suddenly felt flustered. His keen sword sense allowed him to immediately detect something was wrong with the atmosphere, but the man in black robe did not tell him what would happen tonight.

"Benefactor"

"The time has come." The man in black robe said softly. He looked at the tall tree outside the manor from a distance, "Do you know who is on that tree?"

Shang Huaitong was stunned. He knew that he would be monitored, but he never felt the shadow.

"Li Weiru." The man in black robe revealed the answer to him, "You should know this name."

Shang Huaitong's pupils shrank.

No wonder he never noticed.

But how could it be Li Weiru? Isn't it the time Cuiyu can't keep his hands away these days? Watch yourself. Why do you need such a master?
"Because they are waiting for me." The man in black robe continued, "They know I will come to you."

"."

"Wudong and Anzang are both waiting. As long as I show the slightest trace of my behavior," he smiled softly, "This is a dragnet."

"." Shang Huaitong has never heard of this matter.

"The Sun Swallowing Society, [Hanshi] Shang Minghao, has a real genius. If his eyes can cross two streets, he can see them." He said softly, "The only good news is that Ming Qitian Finally gone."

"." Shang Huaitong still couldn't say a word. He was now a little cold because he had just extracted the initial question from the unfamiliar information that filled his ears.

——Why do they think that the person in front of them will come to find them?
At this moment, the man in black robe gently turned his gaze to him: "You can't do this."

"What?"

"What do you think it would be like for him to be in a different place with you?"

"."

"You will never be able to defeat him." The man in black robe's tone did not fluctuate, as if he was spitting out the most trivial facts, "Following the rules will make you stupid, going against the rules will make you cowardly, your heart will be punished, and you will be in trouble for a long time - one defeat Just a maggot."

Shang Huaitong looked pale.

"The only thing worth looking at in you is this sword gift." The man in black robe looked at him and suddenly chuckled for some reason, "You said that when the sword gift was given out by heaven and earth, the eyes were really closed. ?"

Shang Huaitong opened his mouth with trembling lips, but could not say a word.

"But it's good to be able to use half of the Yousheng Sword again. It saves a lot of trouble." The man in black robe sighed softly, and gently raised a round object towards his eyes, "Then do it to it Draw your sword."

Shang Huaitong watched in disbelief as this thing was slowly pushed in front of his eyes, but not a single joint in his body could move.

The jade half was as hazy as amber, and he recognized such a thing.

Soul Seizing Pearl.

Shang Huaitong lost his consciousness for a moment.

(End of this chapter)