Chapter 310 Vortex

Kongtong Mountain.

The night rain and autumn leaves wet the steps.

In the Shujian Pavilion, Xiao Tingshu, who was holding a sword and closing his eyes, suddenly felt something and opened his eyes to look north.

After a moment of silence, he stood up with his sword, and in a flash, he had arrived in front of the solitary building.

Before the word "Master Ming Jian" came out, a painting of ink pen floating in the air in front of the courtyard gate had already come into view. In the drizzle of autumn rain, Yunbai's true energy surrounded it, neither stained by rain nor mud.

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

A line of ink was clear and clean: "I met with an abrupt encounter, so I will send you a parting message for now. I regret my trip to Jianfu Mountain, and we will meet again in ten days. Mingqi Tian respectfully."

Under the night rain, Xiao Tingshu frowned slightly, turned the paper in his hand twice, and pinched his fingers. After a moment of silence, he returned without saying a word with his hands behind his back.

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Bowang City

In the southeast corner, the huge dark manor was as desolate as ever. In the cold rain of the autumn night, it looked even more ghostly like death.

It was quiet and silent. No one would believe that there were still people living here.

In the quiet courtyard behind, there was still no candlelight. The cold sound of the spring sounded more like a piece of ice in the darkness.

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

There was no moon tonight. The man in the wheelchair sat quietly, his long hair hanging down to his knees. His deep face was as pale as his lips.

But his eyes were as quiet as a calm lake.

A long sword was across his knees. His one arm was hidden in his sleeves. His slender pale fingers firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Can I draw my sword?" The man in the black robe stood by the window, the window sash was pushed open to both sides, and he stared at the dark rain outside without moving.

In Shang Huaitong's memory, he always stayed still and quiet like this, wondering what he was thinking.

"It's done, benefactor." Shang Huaitong bowed his head and pressed his sword, the sound in his throat sounded like iron grinding.

He opened his mouth and squeezed out a voice from his chest with some trembling: "Huaitong spent seven days in the underworld as if he had lived a lifetime."

Shang Huaitong never wanted to think about the seven days like a walking corpse in the past. Now he held 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 quenching.

The originally disabled injuries of the body were quickly repaired by the unknown power, and the broken sword heart also beat brightly in his mind. Shang Huaitong had never had such a strong desire for rebirth.

This sentence actually drew a chuckle from the black back: "Really? So what can you do after you come out of such a nine underworld?"

". Huaitong is willing to be driven by the benefactor for a lifetime."

The black-robed man chuckled again.

Shang Huaitong hesitated for a moment, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "If I want to achieve the ultimate in swordsmanship, I must shed blood, yesterday's shame!"

The black-robed man still looked out the window quietly, and after a moment he whispered: "Seventeen years old, clumsy, sword-minded, and gifted by nature, Ming Qitian is really a mountain to talk about swords with."

Shang Huaitong was silent, and the last name had suffocated him.

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

The black-robed man changed the subject slightly: "Then do you know what a person with nothing in his hands needs to climb such a mountain?"

".Determination, perseverance, emotional intelligence," Shang Huaitong whispered, "and. luck."

He then said: "It is Huaitong's great fortune to meet the benefactor. Huaitong is willing to devote himself to the respected building and serve him to death. I only hope that one day. I can wash my hatred with blood!"

Unable to hide it anymore, the strong hatred squeezed out of his throat, and anyone could see the blazing poison in his heart.

The black-robed man remained motionless and did not turn around: "How long can you persist in this matter?"

"For the rest of my life!"

Another low laugh, but this time the black-robed man fell silent.

After a long time, he whispered: "Do you really know the feeling of spending 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 the back in silence. This was the first time he felt the emotions of "people" from it.

"To do something, what you said is indeed very important." The black-robed man turned around gently, and the face painted with gold patterns showed a cold and noble look in the dark, but his voice was still as light and quiet as before, "But if you want to do something that takes more than twenty years, they are not enough."

"To do such a thing, the most important thing is a heart." The black-robed man whispered.

What heart?

Shang Huaitong didn't know what to say, he didn't dare to ask, and the black-robed man didn't say anything more.

Because at this moment, his robe suddenly fluttered slightly.

The night was as tense as a string.

Shang Huaitong suddenly felt panicky. His sharp sword sense immediately made him realize that the atmosphere was wrong, but the man in black robe did not tell him what would happen tonight.

"Mr. En, Master"

"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 had never felt that 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 it.

But how could it be Li Weiru? Isn't Cui Yu unable to pull away these days? Why do you need such a master to monitor yourself?

"Because they are waiting for me." The black-robed man continued, "They know I will come to find you."

"."

"Wudong and Anzang are waiting. As long as I show a little trace," he smiled softly, "this place will be a dragnet."

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

"The Sun Swallowing Society, [Hanshi] Shang Minghao, brought a true genius. If your eyes can pass through two streets, you can see them." He whispered, "The only good news is that Ming Qitian is finally gone."

"."Shang Huaitong still couldn't say a word. He felt a little cold now because he had just extracted the initial question from the strange 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 black-robed man gently turned his eyes to him: "You can't do this."

"What?"

"What do you think he would be like if he were in your place?"

"."

"You will never defeat him." The black-robed man's tone was calm, as if he was spitting out the most insignificant facts, "If you obey, you will be stupid, if you disobey, you will be cowardly, if your heart is punished and your mind is wandering, if you fall into a state of restlessness for a long time, you will be a maggot if you lose."

Shang Huaitong's face was pale.

"The only thing worth seeing about you is this sword talent." The black-robed man looked at him, and for some reason he suddenly chuckled, "You said, when the heaven gave the sword talent, did it really close its eyes?"

Shang Huaitong opened his mouth with trembling lips, but couldn't say a word.

"But it's good to be able to use the half-life sword again, which saves a lot of trouble." The black-robed man sighed softly, and gently raised a round object to his eyes, "Then use the sword on it."

Shang Huaitong looked at the thing in disbelief as it was slowly pushed in front of his eyes, but not a single joint in his body could move.

The jade-like surface was hazy like amber, and he recognized this thing.

The Soul-stealing Orb.

Shang Huaitong lost consciousness in an instant.