You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 513 Girl Axue
In the dilapidated altar, the slave girl stood alone in the corner, wearing a ragged linen dress. Her long black hair was uncombed and fell like weeds to her thin shoulders. The girl's eyes were deep and smart, like the brightest stars in the autumn night, revealing a hint of perseverance and hope. Even in hardship, her eyes were still firm, as if she had a strong belief in overcoming the hardships.

Her skin had become rough due to long-term labor, but her natural beauty could still be vaguely seen. She raised her head and looked directly at Qiu with eyes full of the desire to survive, as if silently telling her own fate. Despite the ruthless blow of fate, she did not show a trace of pleading, but straightened her back bent by the heavy burden, showing a simple dignity.

The slave girl's hands are covered with calluses from the labor, and there are dried blood on the edges of her nails, which is a testimony to her hard work every day. The iron chain beside her is cold and heavy, locking her freedom and restraining her vision of the future. However, no matter how bad the environment is, she can always keep a pure place in her heart, where she has her deepest desire - freedom.

The hustle and bustle around her seemed like the sound of another world. Her eyes were filled with deep melancholy and a hint of barely perceptible expectation. She stared at the sky, where the clouds seemed purer than the world she lived in. Her heart drifted away with the passing clouds, to the paradise in her dreams, where there was no bondage, no suffering, only freedom.

Although no one noticed this small figure, she was like a small flower growing tenaciously in the cracks of the rocks, silently enduring the wind and rain, waiting for her own spring. In this place full of despair, she was still the one that could not be ignored, because she had a heart that would not be defeated by any difficulties.

Under the moonlight, the young man who had come out of the darkness and killed all the demons in the tribe walked up to the altar step by step. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, giving people an unshakable sense of determination. His black hair was slightly blown by the wind, revealing his deep eyes, as if he could see into the abyss of people's hearts. His eyes were full of hope and eagerness, like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding the direction forward.

His eyebrows are thick and powerful, slightly raised, revealing a hint of unruliness and stubbornness. His nose is high and straight, with clear contours, showing the perseverance honed by time. His thin lips are tightly pursed, showing calmness and immaturity, as if telling an unfinished story in his heart.

The young man was wearing dusty clothes, simple yet elegant, fluttering in the wind like dancing leaves. His arms were smooth and powerful, and every swing was full of strength and confidence. The jade pendant on his waist jingled in the wind, perhaps that was the bond he had.

In the girl's eyes, Aqiu's appearance was almost like a god coming to earth. If he had not come, she might have died. Being sacrificed to the gods was a very painful thing, and countless people were in agony.

Perhaps, I shouldn't die.
shhhhh--

Aqiu casually cut the ropes and chains on the slaves, said a few words, and was about to leave. The slaves were overjoyed after being rescued and felt that their lives had meaning.

As for this, Aqiu did not have too many feelings. He had saved many people and slaughtered many evil monsters who believed in evil gods along the way. He did not care how many he killed. Even if it was a powerful force like the Nether City, he had the idea of ​​slaughtering them all. Of course, he only referred to those groups who believed in evil gods and the monsters who organized sacrifices.

But when Aqiu turned to leave, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. As a strong man who had the ability to slaughter an entire demon tribe at will, his five senses were naturally very sharp. So in this situation, he stopped and looked back suddenly. It was the slave girl who was following him closely. When he stopped, the other party also stopped.

A Qiu said calmly: "What do you want?"

"I want to go with you, sir," the girl blinked her big eyes, sparkling with light and a hint of worry, "My parents have been sacrificed by the people of this tribe, and I am the only one who survived. I should have been sacrificed too, but you are here, sir. I want to go with you. I can carry your luggage for you!"

She clenched her fists. Although her clothes were ragged, she looked stubborn. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but her eyes had a strength that people in their twenties didn't have.

In an instant, Aqiu was shocked and thought of his own situation. His whole family was sacrificed by a force, and in the end he was the only one who survived. He took revenge and slaughtered the forces that believed in the evil god along the way. Until now, he was alone.

Take another closer look.

The girl following behind him was in ragged clothes, and her eyes were deep, as if she could see into the abyss of people's hearts. Her dark eyes still flashed with a smart light in the gloomy environment, like the brightest stars in the night. Although her eyebrows were a little messy due to the wind, they were still slender and graceful, like the silhouette of distant mountains, adding a bit of toughness to this haggard face.

Although the hardships of life and the despair of the sacrificial ritual left marks on her face, her eyes still retained hope and desire, like a bud struggling tenaciously in winter, looking forward to blooming in spring. Her nose was straight, and the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, revealing a hint of helplessness and stubbornness. Her thin lips were tightly pursed, as if resisting the invasion of this indifferent world.

The girl's clothes were tattered and almost faded to gray, but they still tightly wrapped around her frail body, and the hem fluttered in the wind, like a silent story. A tattered scarf barely covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes, looking firmly at him.

The hustle and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her. She just sat there quietly, like a forgotten corner in the forest. However, the temperament she exuded could not be ignored. It was a kind of power from the inside out, which made people want to get closer to her and understand the story behind this girl.

Unconsciously, Qiu's eyes were attracted by her deep eyes, and he stared at them. However, there was no shyness on the girl's face, only calmness and composure, as if she only had these eyes that could see through the world.

"Then come with me." Aqiu waved his hand and took the girl with him.

The girl's eyes lit up, and she followed him carefully, introducing herself and asking how to address Qiu. From her, Qiu learned that her name was Xue, and Xue naturally called him Master Qiu.

After a night, the sun rose. Before the sky was completely light, the morning in the forest had quietly begun. The morning mist lingered among the treetops, like a veil, covering the outline of the distant mountains. Occasionally, one or two bird calls penetrated the mist, crisp and melodious. The dew on the leaves flickered in the dim light, as if they were the last stars in the night sky, reluctantly bidding farewell to the darkness.

As the first rays of morning light penetrated the forest, the golden light sprinkled on the brown soil, giving this silent world a warm hue. Beside the stream, the moss on the stones looked ancient and mysterious. On the water surface, a few wild ducks paddled leisurely, stirring up ripples and breaking the tranquility of the water surface.

Deep in the forest, flowers sway gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance. Deer shuttle through the grass, their footsteps light and agile, as if they are afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the early morning. In the gaps between the trees, the sun casts patches of light and shadows, as if fragments of time, jumping in the woods.

In this natural land that includes the demon tribe, all creatures are enjoying their own morning in their own way. Squirrels are busy on the branches, looking for breakfast while preparing for the coming day. And those creatures that are still sleeping, such as bears or owls, are immersed in sweet dreams, unaware of the outside world.

As time went by, the forest gradually woke up from its slumber and became full of life. Insects began to move, and their buzzing weaved an invisible music in the air. In the distance, occasional footsteps could be heard from afar, which were signs of the activities of the surviving slaves, but at this moment, they did not seem to cause much disturbance to the forest.

The morning in the forest is a moving painting. Every life is a color in the painting, together drawing a vivid world. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, no busy work. Here, time seems to become slow and meaningful, making people forget the troubles of the world and just want to immerse themselves in this tranquility and harmony.

Ah Xue had just finished a shower, and her hair still had a little moisture on it, as if it had condensed the softness of the steam. Her long black hair was a little messy, casually draped over her shoulders, revealing a lazy beauty. Her eyes, like a deep lake, sparkled with pure light, as if they could reflect the depths of people's hearts. Her eyelashes fluttered gently, as if silently telling the girl's secrets.

Her skin was rosy and shiny from the hot water, like the finest porcelain, delicate and smooth. Her collarbone was slightly raised, her neckline was elegant and smooth, and as she inhaled gently, her swan curves became even more attractive. The clean dress covered her body lightly, and the soft fabric swayed gently with her movements, revealing a bit of casual charm.

She stood in front of the bronze mirror, raised her arms and slowly wiped her hair. Her movements were neither hurried nor slow, revealing a sense of calmness and serenity. In the mirror, every subtle expression of her revealed youth and vitality, and there seemed to be unspoken stories between her eyebrows, and those stories were brewing in her eyes, turning into flowing brilliance.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance. Was it the sweet scent left by the floral shower gel, or was it the scent of the girl herself? Her lips parted slightly, and she seemed to be humming a tune. The melody was light and pleasant, making people want to listen more.

She smiled gently at the mirror, and that smile was like a newly blossomed flower, pure and yet still in bud. She was not the kind of beauty that could astonish people at first sight, but the kind that required careful tasting to discover her beauty.

The girl turned around, her dress fluttering gently as she stepped out of the bathroom. The warm breeze outside the room brushed against her body, bringing a hint of summer heat. She walked on the wooden floor, her footsteps light, as if she didn't take away a trace of dust.

After being rescued last night, she found brand new clothes in the tribe, and then took the opportunity to take a bath, washing away all the dirt on her body. Now her skin is as smooth as ice.

"Master Qiu, I'm ready!" Her call attracted the attention of Aqiu not far away. He suddenly turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

During the years of trekking, all Aqiu saw were some hateful monsters and pitiful slaves. He seldom saw anything beautiful, and everything was very rough.

However, at this moment, seeing Axue's appearance and figure, he silently remembered the appearance of the girl who had cast an illusion in his consciousness.

The shadow I've been pursuing in this life.
It was as if the girl was standing under the cherry blossom tree in the early spring breeze, as if she had merged into the sea of ​​pink and white flowers. Her eyes were like two pools of autumn water, clear to the bottom, and like the first morning stars, flashing a tender and bright light. Her thick black eyebrows were slightly raised, as if with a bit of playfulness and curiosity, adding a bit of agility to her eyes.

The spring breeze blew gently, and the girl's long hair fluttered gently in the wind. She was wearing a light blue long skirt, and the hem of her skirt danced in the wind, like ripples on the lake. There were several delicate white flowers embroidered on the hem of her skirt, like the brightest stars in the night sky, reflecting her pure and unworldly temperament.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes gently swept across her eyelids, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. A trace of shyness passed through the corners of her eyes, which was the expectation of the beauty and unknown of this world. Her smile was like a blooming cherry blossom, gentle and subtle, as if you could hear the sound of petals falling to the ground.

The girl's figure was light and graceful, and every movement revealed an inadvertent elegance. Her fingers gently touched a cherry blossom that was about to wither. At that moment, she seemed to have a subtle resonance with this fading beauty. Her eyes revealed a trace of pity, but more of it was strength and courage, as if telling the flower that even if it fell into the mud, it still had an immortal vitality.

The world around her casts a gentle halo on her, and the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on her body, forming mottled light and shadows. In this quiet and vibrant spring afternoon, the girl is like a flowing painting, making people want to freeze the beauty of this moment forever.

This illusion overlapped with Axue's. Somehow, Aqiu seemed to have found a chance, as if an invisible hand had tied him to his fate. It seemed that someone was watching him along the way.
(End of this chapter)