Fu Canglu

Chapter 460 Sword Bone, Return You
The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng, who fell to the ground, trembled suddenly in the depths of his soul.

The man who should have died.

No, it was the dead man who left something indelible in her Taixu spirit.

Heart flutters.

There is a sentence that fell into the heart lake.

"Master"

"is that true?"

The woman with a face as delicate as porcelain looked at the "big disciple" sitting in front of her in a daze, her heart ached, but she couldn't say anything.

After all, she is just a guest of this body.

The master is dead.

This is really a contradictory and absurd feeling.

Obviously she doesn't care about the life and death of this sick man, the relationship between master and disciple, in her view, is just a useless burden.

The feelings that arise between mortals are useless burdens.

But because of the original owner of this body, she felt a throbbing pain in her heart, repeated back and forth, and it was difficult to calm down.

She could sense that the Lord of Yincheng was not as emotionless as Jiang Qingyi said.

Perhaps before he retrieved Li Changge, he followed the path of ruthlessness; but after adopting Changge, the city lord of Beidi felt infinite guilt and regret in his heart.

The woman's soul felt some unbearable pain.

She thought of the scene she saw in the gate of hell, the man in the wind and snow, whose cultivation was considered the top among all the masters, never backed down, darting forward all the way, going forward without hesitation.

He could have done less.

He could have escaped.

He finally rushed to the very depths of the ghost gate dojo, and died under the siege. Only then did he have the opportunity to use the ether to steal the sky, snatch this body, and come back to the world.

The woman suddenly understood.

This man is asking for death.

Yes.

Such a beloved disciple, despite all the twists and turns and the twists and turns of fate, still pursues the path of kendo to benevolence and great kindness.

If one day, he learns that his tragic life experience is all caused by his master.

What kind of crash would it be?
Even if she is in the gate of ghosts and is used to seeing the vicious Taixu woman, she can't bear to think about it at this moment, and can't bear to look at it.

fake.

all fake.

The kindness that is as heavy as a mountain is false, and so is the kindness of knowledge and encounter; the relationship between master and apprentice is false, so the teaching of skills, the gift of swords, and the gift of wine are all false.

Li Changge's breathing was a little unsteady.

He coughed several times dully, each cough seemed to cough out his heart, liver, and lungs, and each cough became more severe. He bent down on the ground again, his hair disheveled, and tears were coughed up.

His fingertips dug into the palm of his hand, and his knuckles turned blue and white due to excessive force.

His cough was getting weaker and weaker.

respite.

Finally, the heaving chest slowly returned to calm.

His Highness was standing beside Li Changge. He shook his head without saying a word, but turned his head slightly and met Jian Zongming's eyes.

The Lord of the Great Bright Palace nodded slightly, and His Royal Highness held the middle of the scabbard in his hand, and inserted it into the ground with a little force, so that Li Changge could use it at any time.

Li Changge didn't look up, he slowly grasped the scabbard of Daxia Longque, and handed it out, angrily said: "This is a gift for my junior sister."

Yi Xiao took the scabbard, and when the opposite side let go, Yi Xiao's wrist dropped slightly, a little surprised at the heavy weight of the scabbard.

"Help me hold her later."

Yi Xiao was a little startled, then understood, and said softly, "I will."

Li Changge's voice was hoarse: "Thank you."

Yi Xiao pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

He knew what Li Changge was thanking.

This great disciple of Yincheng has no relatives in the world, and is alone and helpless. Apart from his master, there is only Wei Lingshan as a "relative". , leaving correspondence.

His Highness said softly: "It should."

He retreated behind Jian Zongming, came to the side of the princess who was now pale and his blood was slowly improving, and held his shoulders.

Wei Lingshan's lips trembled, and everyone heard Jiang Qingyi's words clearly.

Sure enough, it is proton.

The princess felt very distressed.

not myself.

It was Senior Brother Changge.

What kind of blow can break a person?

That's about it.

His Highness embraced Wei Lingshan's shoulders and lowered his eyebrows.

He thought silently, if he were himself, he should have raised the scabbard at this moment, pulled out the "cause and effect", and ended all of these.

just
How can it be so simple to be a person who draws a sword?
When drawing a sword, it is not simply to hold the hilt and then pull it out.

What a sword can cut, a man cannot cut.

Indecision, not decisive enough, this is a common problem for everyone.

The kinder it is, the more inevitable it is.

The weaker you are, the harder it is to choose.

Even if it is a resolute and ruthless swordsman, he dare not draw his sword lightly in case of major events, for fear of regretting it for the rest of his life.

A man is not as good as a sword.

Where does the sword need to consider so much?
The sword just needs to be handed out.

If there are people in front of you, kill them.

If there is something in front of you, then cut it off.

People, can't do it.

Li Changge slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his vision was a little blurred.

He stared at the pool of dust splashed by blood in front of his eyes.

The pupils focused, and the pool of scarlet continued to enlarge, and then enlarged again.

A strong wind blew across the barren land, and the vision gradually became clearer.

There was a bitterness in his throat.

There are strands of hair constantly covering the line of sight, falling and rising again.

Putting his hands on the ground, he stood up with difficulty, top-heavy.

Shaky, and finally looked up his head, a drowsy, trance, like a lifetime away.

The wind and snow in Fengxue Yincheng lingered around him, back and forth, spinning, repeatedly.

The wind and snow enveloped the two masters and apprentices.

The handle of "karma" is right by Li Changge's hand.

He just casually glanced at "Karma" and didn't reach out to pull it out.

The strong wind and heavy snow are flying and passing over this desolate land.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng listened to his disciple in astonishment, mumbling and repeating some obscure words that outsiders could not understand.

"Abolish my morality."

"Expelled from the division."

This is what she said before.

Wolf-hearted, ungrateful, and many others like that.

Hearing Li Changge's word for word at this moment, reading these words softly, even she herself felt extremely ironic.

A jug hit the ground and rolled to the sleeve of the Lord of Yincheng.

She stared blankly at Li Changge.

"Let's clean it up, Master."

The sickly man staggered and finally stood still.

He gave a low laugh, looked at the woman, and said in a desolate tone, "You don't need to do anything, Changge will return everything you gave me these years."

(End of this chapter)