final catastrophe

Chapter 509 9. Descendants of the Juggernaut
The autumn rain is neither dripping nor pouring.

It's just that some heartbreaks are like threads, and the threads strung together thoughts that should no longer be there.

Forget about it, forget about it, and cut off everything.

I still know it's hot and painful, but I still can't let it go.

The Buddha said that if you are in pain, let it go naturally.

But he knows that even if it hurts, he will not let go, and he will become a demon.

A man with disheveled hair, standing in the rain, standing on the side of the road that no one cares about, he has become a magician, because his skills are all abolished.

He didn't want to become a demon, because the demon ruined everything for him.

But even if he has become a demon now, so what?
A demon without power is nothing more than a lunatic playing on the street, or a clown trying to please the public
He raised his head, his stubble was one inch long and one inch short, and the pupils between the wet bangs were filled with unspeakable grief.

When I was heartbroken, it was dusk after the rain stopped.

Evening is the most heartbreaking.
A well-meaning lady wanted to ask the servant to bring an umbrella, but he refused.

A knight who had passed through the rivers and lakes wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he remained silent.

Others mocked, laughed, and amused him.

He doesn't smell or move.

Others pity and sigh, as if expressing their heartache for him.

He ignored it.

In the quiet eyes, only the sword light that sliced ​​through Qingfeng was reflected! !

The light of the sword is cold, and the light of his sword was also cold back then.

This mountain-opening sword light must be that Dugu Sword Master Feng Xu Yufeng, who stepped on the nothingness between heaven and earth, and then used the power of heaven and earth as his sword, the unity of heaven and man as his handle, and the supreme power in his heart.

In this way, he swung a sword that is peerless and handed down from generation to generation.

However, he kept his sword here, so why isn't he looking forward to the transcendence of future generations?
real warrior.
Why show off, why leave a name through the ages?
"So, did you choose Wangqing?"

The desolate man stood in the rain, whispering words that no one else could hear.

forget
Naturally, there is no joy, anger, sorrow or joy, and one can naturally focus on the sword, unite man and nature, regard oneself as a god, and regard everything as a humble dog.

but.

Juggernaut is Juggernaut, he is him.

The Juggernaut can be too ruthless to enter the Tao.

He can't.

In a trance, he took a step forward, and his right hand reached towards his waist purely and instinctively.

He didn't realize that his knife was no longer there until he grasped the air.

The down-and-out man didn't sigh, let alone grieve, and just sat down silently, laughing at himself.

Leaning against the green hills, looking up at the green hills, the body becomes a green hill.

Can't break free, can't let go, Qingshan is also a cage.

No matter how magnificent, how huge, how magnificent, how gentle, it can still be a cage.

What is imprisoned is a heart that is endless and free.

The downcast man raised his hand, as if holding the rain.

He raised his hand again, as if catching the wind.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a crazy vagabond with a brain problem, so he doesn't hide from the rain, but stands under the magnificent desolation of this world, like crazy.

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"Hey, the danger is high!
The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky! "

The elegant girl with black hair is holding an umbrella, her body is slightly hunched, and she takes a step from the muddy side of the canyon without looking sideways, while her left hand is holding a booklet, silently reciting a poem from an unknown dynasty.

"On the top there is the high mark of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan. The yellow crane can't fly, and the ape wants to escape his sorrow and climb for help."

The girl is dressed in coarse cloth shoes, her face is extremely beautiful, and her beauty is not human-like, but her rickety body is regrettable.

It seems that the sky cannot tolerate perfection, and there must always be a defect.

But the hunched girl didn't take it seriously, as if the sound of the wind, the rain, or the mocking or pity voices of passers-by, could not compare to the sound of her reading aloud.

"Avoid fierce tigers in the face, and long snakes in the evening; Grind your teeth and suck blood, and kill people like hemp."

She raised her head and looked at the narrow passage.

On the side of the road, a desolate man was standing in the rain with his head up.

The girl smiled, and read out the last sentence: "Although Jincheng is full of joy, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. Look sideways and look west!"

After reading it, I put the book in my arms and walked slowly holding an umbrella.

But when she passed the down-and-out man, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

People who passed by saw this scene, but they couldn't laugh or cry.

"This is bastard looking at mung beans, right eye, haha."

"It's just that the little lady is quite beautiful. If it wasn't for the hunchback, I might have planned to use some beauty tricks to bring her home to be a concubine. It's just that she looks like this, and she can't even be a maid."

"It's a pity that I have a face. I think it must have been a sin in my previous life."

"Don't talk nonsense. These two people are poor people. They must have resonated with each other, so they stopped."

"Don't look around, we're already late, the Juggernaut Cemetery is ahead! Don't forget that this trip is an important task!"

"There are treasures hidden in the cemetery, our destination is there! Leave the rest alone!"

"Yes, look at the mountain that the sword master cut open with one sword, not to mention his inheritance, it is one move and two moves, which can establish a school and become famous through the ages!!"

People in the rivers and lakes in a hurry.

Passing merchants, idlers, officials.
Or they looked at the graveyard at the end.

Or comment on the down-and-out man and the hunchbacked woman in his eyes.

Or feel how powerful and terrifying the sword master is to slash the green mountain with his sword, and his inheritance is also extremely terrifying if you think about it.

But no one saw it, and no one thought about it.

heart.

Too heartless.

Except for the down-and-out man, he has been looking at the mountain for seven days and seven nights.

At this moment, the girl was also standing by the roadside.

No talking, no talking, no asking who each other is.

It is fate to come here together, to see the green mountains together, and we are the same people who have fallen in the end of the world. Why do we need to know each other when we meet?

"Is the mountain beautiful?"

The hunchbacked girl suddenly asked a word.

"It doesn't look good."

Xia Ji answered the sentence without beginning or end.

The hunchbacked girl said: "But you have been looking at it for a long time."

Xia Ji said: "Because... I will not reach the end."

The hunchbacked girl suddenly wondered: "Why don't you go to the cemetery? Don't you yearn for strength?"

Xia Ji said: "Other people's power belongs to others after all, and if you get it, it's just a cage."

The hunchback girl smiled and shook her head: "You are such a weirdo."

After saying that, she suddenly threw away the oil-paper umbrella she was holding, and the umbrella flew up and down again, and she didn't know where she went.
And the rain is propped up by the invisible breath, expanding
"You should be lucky."

The voice of the hunchbacked girl came.

Whether it was a down-and-out man, or the late-arriving knight-errants around, or the people watching the fun, they could all hear it clearly.

In his eyes, the girl's long hair was flying, Qiu Yu couldn't get into her body, and when it reached three feet away, it cut open along the air mask
If she is a god, she will come here.

The person who was talking about it just now was suddenly so frightened that Ya Que fell silent.

Except for the stubble-faced man with a dejected look, standing on the road of Shu, he asked lightly, "Why are you lucky?"

The girl laughed wildly: "I'm glad you didn't enter the cemetery to disturb the rest of the ancestors, otherwise, there will be another head under my sword."

(End of this chapter)