Chapter 54 You and I Are Small People, Living in This World Like Mayflies
The ink pool in Anle's hand was taken from the Sixth Mountain and was personally given by the Lord of the Sixth Mountain. Although it was not of high rank, it was not to be underestimated.
As for the other broken bamboo sword that the boy wore on his waist, it was not so eye-catching. What threat could a broken old bamboo sword pose?
Perhaps it was just a toy carved by the old man in the boy's family when he was young. It had extraordinary meaning, so the boy wore it with him, which was a symbol of his dream of traveling the world with a sword when he was young.
Zhushan naturally did not know the origin of the bamboo sword. Even Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe in the carriage in the distance had no impression of this broken bamboo sword.
They could not connect the broken bamboo sword on the boy's waist with the hundreds of years old sword of the legendary figure of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
Therefore, when Zhushan released the surging blood and qi that was melted into pills, his mind was locked on the ink pool in Anle's hand, observing and predicting Anle's next move.
But Zhushan, who had been locking onto the ink pool, suddenly found that the ink pool had disappeared, like a ball of thick ink, blending into the dark night, disappearing without a trace, disappearing in front of his eyes and in his mind!
A sense of threat that made his hair stand on end instantly surged into his heart!
Where is the sword? !
A gust of wind blew, and the sharpness appeared out of thin air!
The stars fell from thousands of feet and splashed in front of Zhushan's eyes. A sword light accompanied by the starlight appeared from the darkness.
The tip of the sword, the body of the sword, the sword ear, the hilt... the complete sword suddenly appeared out of thin air and swept through the air!
Like a black lightning, it spanned from the endless night!
Too close!
As the sword approached, Zhushan realized that in just a moment, the threat of death spread to every part of his mind!
The muscles seemed to become stiff under the terror of death!
But Zhushan did not give up. He wanted the master to leave Lin'an safely, so how could he fail at the first move?
Then what is the meaning of him coming here to fight for the master?
Instead, it will limit the master to a dilemma!
With a low roar, as if a beast is venting at the end of its rope, the round Qi and blood inner elixir in Zhushan's Dantian, which is fused into one, rotates at high speed, squeezing and pushing out the majestic Qi and blood power from every corner of the body!
The burly body and knotted muscles suddenly swelled up at this moment, and the membrane, muscles, and spirit bones burst out with strength, twisting the body forcefully, and the knotted muscles twisted like twists!
Puff! ! !
The unexpected Mo Chi passed through Zhushan's shoulder, bringing up a puff of blood, cutting Zhushan's membrane and flesh, and accompanied by the sword chant and the sword chant of cutting blood beads, cutting off a corner of Zhushan's hat!
Zhushan's Qi and blood burned like flames, his legs suddenly pierced into the bluestone, cracking the ground, and his body stopped after rotating.
The ink pool returned to the white-clothed boy with a flash of sword light, floating quietly.
Zhushan panted violently, sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He was a warrior who had reached the third level of body forging, and his blood and qi had melted into an inner elixir, but his blood and qi advantages were completely unavailable, and he was suppressed as soon as they clashed.
A ink pool was like a poisonous snake in the dark night.
"Flying a sword? Refining the spirit and transcending the world?!"
Zhushan looked at the boy in disbelief.
However, Anle did not respond to him. Since Zhushan had made a decision, he had to take responsibility for his decision.
Anle raised his hand and tapped the ink pool sword with his fingers. In an instant, a gust of wind blew past, and the ink pool disappeared into the night again.
Like a top assassin, he was always waiting for the opportunity to capture a fatal blow.
"No, your mind is not transcendental, and you are in the fetal breath like me. This is not flying a sword!"
Zhushan took a deep breath and his body began to move again.
Under the membrane, every pore was oozing out misty blood, turning into an intertwined blood python, circling at high speed, controlling with the mind, always guarding against the ink pool piercing from the darkness.
Zhushan understood that he had to get close to Anle and oppress him with his higher body forging cultivation to have a chance!
Anle's body forging cultivation only broke through the second realm under the sixth mountain. Once he got close, he would have the confidence to kill Anle!
The blood and qi climbed up the broadsword, and Zhushan's spirit was stimulated by the ink pool hidden in the darkness like a taut string.
Bang! ! !
Zhushan moved, the bluestone under his feet exploded, his body pulled up the blood mist, and rushed towards Anle.
Anle was dressed in white, raised his hand and pressed lightly, his mind was as smooth as a thread.
The breeze came slowly, and the sword energy was approaching!
In an instant, the starlight spread, and the ink pool reappeared!
It was like a painter dropping a drop of ink on a white paper.
Extremely tricky, it emerged from the side of Zhushan's neck, and the sharp sword energy was swallowed and exhaled, breaking Zhushan's blood in an instant.
Anle's mental strength was infinitely close to the third level of refining the spirit, which Zhushan had never expected. This oppression made him feel cold all over.
However, he was unwilling to give up. He had reasons to succeed. Only success could allow the master to leave Lin'an Prefecture safely, even if he had to pay the price of his life for it!
With a roar, Zhushan was still running wildly.
The molten inner alchemy blood intertwined on his body surface was squeezed and turned into a roaring dragon python and crashed into the ink pool.
Want to break the ink pool open!
However, Anle's mind surged, and the sky and the earth seemed to be filled with dense silk sword energy, like a string controlling the ink pool.
Anle pressed his palm down.
The ink pool trembled, and the speed of stabbing suddenly increased!
A clear sword chant burst out!
At this moment, the sword chant was like the neighing of a wild horse on the grassland!
The horse's hooves stepped down, exploding the void!
Zhushan's eyes narrowed, and he felt a wild horse as black as ink, charging towards him unruly and unrestrainedly!
The speed was so fast that it was beyond his mental perception.
Mo Chi is the sword of calligraphy and painting. An Le painted "Galloping Horse Picture" to nourish the sword spirit of Mo Chi, which contains the meaning of galloping horse!
The blending of sword energy and calligraphy and painting creates an unprecedented phenomenon!
Zhushan's hair trembled, and he couldn't dodge this sword even with his Qi, Blood and Inner Elixir cultivation.
The blood dragon python was beheaded!
The membrane was broken open and blood spurted out!
But Zhushan's eyes were red and he didn't care. In his fiery eyes, there was only the boy bathing in the starlight in the dark night!
"kill!!!"
The neck was penetrated by the ink pool, the blood vessels were chopped off, and blood surged like pillars!
However, Anle's eyes narrowed slightly.
But he saw that the flesh and blood on Zhushan's neck was like a thousand finely forged iron, blocking the ink pool!
The boundless strength exploded with an explosion, Zhu Shan had an ink pool stuck on his neck, he took a few big steps, breaking the bluestone step by step, like fierce scourges in the forest, and finally approached An Le, the oppression of the Qi and Blood Inner Alchemy realm was like a mountain falling down!
The broad-faced knife in his hand slashed hard.
This is the knife that incorporates all his faith, blood, fighting spirit and hope!
However, a tattered bamboo sword, with a smear of blood, emerged from the back of Zhushan Mountain. Then, with unrivaled momentum, a circle of energy ripples burst out, and it wanted to explode into the sky and explode the clouds!
The strength of the sword collapses!
The bamboo sword penetrated the body, shattering the inner elixir made of Zhushan's Qi and blood, and also wrapped away all of Zhushan's energy and strength.
The broadsword cut down weakly, but was gently slapped away by Anle.
With a muffled sound, the broadsword struck Anle's side, leaving a mark on the bluestone and stirring up a breeze.
There was a big hole in Zhushan's burly body. He was holding a big knife, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and blood and tears were flowing from his eyes. He looked at the young man in front of him with complexity and guilt.
"Mr. An... please... please forgive Zhushan for the offense."
Anle looked at Zhushan, with a touch of gratitude and relief in his eyes.
"You and I are small people. We are like mayflies in this world. We have no control over everything."
"But there will eventually be someone in this world who is worth fighting for."
Anle said this.
"Mr. An...I'm sorry, I just want to live my life first."
"My husband once saved me from fire and water. Now I want to do my best... to let him return to the place where his dream began."
"I...that's all I can do."
Zhu Shanbian coughed up blood and said, he doesn't complain about Anle, he wants to kill Anle, so what's the point of complaining if he is killed?
What he complained about was Qin Qianqiu, the young master of the Qin Mansion who was so superior that he forced his husband to die. The cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked him. The husband had no value, so he was abandoned like a worn out shoe.
An Le said nothing. All this was Zhushan's choice, but in fact, Zhushan had no choice. Qin Qianqiu asked him to kill An Le. Such a noble man, how could such a little man have any choice.
The bamboo sword returned, the ink pool was slowly drawn out, and it returned to the side of Anle's floating body. Neither sword was stained with blood.
Zhushan was covered in blood, and his will began to blur.
Holding the knife, he stood there, the stars were shining brightly, and the moon was like frost.
Zhushan raised his head and looked towards the end of the long street.
In the night, there was a gray mist, as if there was no hope for the way forward.
In front of my eyes, the past seemed to emerge like a picture.
He saw that he once killed his enemies with a knife and was thrown into the Black Ya Prison. When there was no hope, the teacher came like a starlight and rescued him with a smile.
He saw that he once drove his husband with him to Qingzhou to challenge the talents from all sides, and won ten battles. Watching his husband rise from the building, the genius was as high as a thunderbolt.
He saw the chariot leaving Qingzhou for Lin'an, passing through the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth. The gentleman was playing the sword and singing, and he was singing along with it.
He saw the gentleman in the car smiling, and he was also smiling when he was sitting on the shaft.
He saw...
He was never seen again.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
A sigh of regret came from the mouth of the burly coachman.
"Sir, Zhushan cannot drive you back to Qingzhou."
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The flowing water flows through the small pavilion.
Luo Qingchen had a small silver sword suspended in front of him. His mind was like the sea, and his sword energy was like frost, washing away the dust on his heart.
Suddenly, his heart trembled.
There seemed to be a sigh, wrapped in the cold spring night wind, floating in the air.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, like ink-colored halo.
He stood up suddenly, looked towards the long street, and clenched his fists fiercely.
The small silver sword wrapped around his body like a snake.
He rose into the sky and flew towards the long street in the distance like a madman.