Translated by Elysianempire, Mz, Italics By Voliyu, Vizulix

Translated gameplay by HI3 Shattered Swords: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyeHz1CGgJkXJd-c7lw_RiQ/playlists

Heilig Archive Organisation, for ch4: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1CJ41127hM?p=20 

7s snippets: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vlogg3jynqDNZLTbDbzrOnTe5bWL0uavjx1x_Z4ow5Q/edit?usp=sharing

Chapter 1 “Try The Sword(试剑)”

In the boundless darkness, the dead immortal had consciousness...

Prologue; Wedge

Opens on a black screen 

In the endless darkness, a dead celestial's consciousness has awakened.

In the beginning, the new consciousness was just like the birth of the world, just a sport of light in the universe.

The power of "it" is still very limited. It can neither receive the signals from the senses nor send  it to the nerves.

Required instructions. In the chaos, the weak consciousness follows the ancient instinct. Blindly but firmly exists and extends.

It has not discovered its own death

She refused to acknowledge her death--

If judged by common sense, the immortal is indeed dead.

"Her right ankle was broken.

Her hands were crippled.

All her internal organs were destroyed.

The heart with the most serious injuries was damaged in more than ten places.

However, the most deadly wound is on her head."

It was wounded by a sword

The sword stabbed her forehead, destroyed her brain, and then passed through. If it was an ordinary person, one of the injuries will be enough to kill them.

But "Celestial" is not ordinary.

An immortal who's never died

A thousand years of life without dying. A soul that's immortal for thousands of years

Completely overthrown the laws of nature.

The one and only Celestial of Shenzhou.

This was the very existence of the remnant, now lying still in the stone chamber.

Thus,

Starting from each wound,

The Celestial's brain and body began a long repair and recognize.

Drawn on every breath around her.

Repairing torn skin,

Heal the broken bones,

Heal the muscles,

Repair the damaged organs… …

Gradually, the 'Consciousness' of the Celestial became conscious.

She saw the lines of light and shadow from east to west through the little window of the chamber.

She smelled rotten vegetation that lingered in the chamber.

She heard the sound of falling leaves touching the ground welcoming the winter, and she also noticed the gentlest sway of the branches embracing snowflakes.

She also felt the ache, pain, soreness, numbness, swelling, itching… all parts of her body were tired.

There seems to be no end to this torment.

Black screen

...Endless recovery, endless pain.

The Celestial said nothing.

"I'm… Who…?"

Her mind is still in chaos, remembering somethings, but forgetting more.

"Where… is this…?"

There are few words left in the memory, and she can't piece together the answer she wants.

"..... Wh… ?"

Thinking of this, the long abandoned emotions suddenly stirred in her chest.

Seven….

The seven people closest to her.

Seven of her longest swords.

Seven people that conspired, lured her to her doom.

Seven people who trapped her and killed her.

"...... Why…?"

Many emotions tossed endlessly.

Anger,

Doubt,

Resentment,

Furious,

There is also sadness.

"... why?"

There's no answer, only the desire to find it.

...Celestial decided to wait.

She has watched for endless years, and time is no longer important to her.

She would wait until her body healed.

She will find those seven and ask why they killed her.

This strong desire has imprinted deep into her consciousness, urging her, knocking her, changing her, let the waiting become habit and suffering becomes natural.

Then….

Pain pain pain pain,

Endless recovery, endless pain.

The Celestial said nothing

She has endured for a long time. She can endure it again.

 Post

This is just a small inn in the desert.

One thousand and four hundred years ago, wandering Tuik people discovered an oasis here. They thanked the gods for their protection and drank the water to their heart's. Three hundred years later, a caravan from the Yan nation (颜国) passed by here. The caravan was full of jewels, jade and silk brocade, accompanied by a diplomatic envoy. The value of this person is more than the sum of all the goods of the caravan, because he shoulders the important task of traveling to the Western Regions and communicating and building alliances.

The businessmen stopped here and left the next day. They have never left the Northern Desert, and no one knows their whereabouts. Seven hundred and forty years ago, the nomads of the Banyu people set up a camp next to this oasis. The patriarch said to his people: “Because of this water source, the Banyu people will never wander again.”

A hundred years later, the Huns came from the north. They swept the village of Banyu, killed all the old and middle-aged men, took away the women and young children, and headed to the remote Western Regions.

 ... The oasis was left behind the Huns and once again forgotten by the world. The years passed unhurried and there was change.

Civilization rises and perishes; people come and go, before finally sinking into the sands of the long river of history.

Looking up, the scorching sun hung in the sky, shining down over the earth.

Looking around in the steaming heat, layers of sand dunes looked like waves undulating endlessly.

Man: "……Ugh."

The resident of Oasis now sigh in the shadow of the ancient wall.  This dull sunbathed desert(烈阳沙海), he had seen the scene for three months.

Man: "Ugh…………"

The man sighed again. The desolation and heat of the desert made him bored and annoyed.

Looking around, everything in his line of sight remained the same; the sun, the sky, the yellow sand... are all stagnant and motionless. Even the air was still, windless.

Man: “Lao Rong(老荣)… is your side okay?

Lao Rong(老荣):  "..."

In the distance, the man's companion did not answer, but shook his head at him, signaling that there was no situation.

The other party knew the man was just starting a conversation to dispel boredom. But in the baking desert, talking was a luxury.

Opening his mouth would be a waste of spit. The guard of the "Golden Sand Gang(金沙帮)" did not want to expend the effort.

man: “Okay, good… ※※, i know”

Note “※” covers a crude/curse word. {TN: this was in the original VN}

He touched a closed door and licked his lips sadly.

He is still a newcomer. It has only been a few months since he joined the "Golden Sand Gang", he still has yet to memorize all the rules. If he did he would've known how precious water was, how to speak less, stand motionless against the old wall, and stand in the shadow until the helper returns triumphantly.

man: "※, that's a big deal."

The man cursed, right to vent. His voice wasn't loud, even if Rong heard it, he doesn't know what the man is cursing.

... But in fact, he knew in his heart that the gang leader did not underestimate him because he is a newcomer; the camp has always been on duty, but it happens that he is responsible today.

Although in the rules of the Golden Sand Gang, maintaining home and fighting the war were equally meritorious. The reward given to him will never be less. But he was desperate. His hands were bloody, and he stepped on countless corpses. Looting, robbery, bullying, and killing is what he should do. The stimulus of the sword splashing blood is the reward he deserves.

Men are convinced of their own worth:  "fighting"  and  "Bloodshed” If "evil" was defined, then this person is a genuine wicked person. Instead of being ashamed of violence, he regarded it as a proof of his ability.

Therefore, being excluded from this long-planned "big deal" gave the man an almost humiliating resentment. It was this anger that made him restless and dry.

Black Screen

man: “Goooo--”

The man in a bad mood raised his water bag and sipped.

man: “What”

The man was stunned.

In the distance, a girl was walking towards him.

The man has no blurry vision, and what he seeing is by no means a mirage common to the Northern Desert. That girl...the girl who moving slowly in the distance of the desert must be a real person, there was no doubt.

man: "Lao-Lao Rong——!"

The cry blurted out and quickly dissipated into the air. Without realizing, the man had committed the taboo of the Golden Sand Gang.

Firstly, he panicked, secondly, he acted recklessly. If you swap him out with any older member of the Golden Sand Gang, they would absolutely not make such a fuss.

However, doubts have quietly engulfed the man's heart. The Golden Sand Gang, which is rampant in the Northern Desert, has never encountered a female guest who took the initiative to visit.

“Where did this little girl come from?”

"Is she crazy? This is the territory of the Golden Sand Gang!"

“Who would mess with us? Who dares cause the Golden Sand Gang trouble?"

...Doubt came rushing, flashing like lightning through the brain, before finally all gathering and forming a single question

man: “Who is this girl…?”

Black Screen

Girl

man: “Who is this girl…?”

What the men didn’t expect was that although the visitor were young, her title was by no means simple.

The girl’s name was Li Sushang. The only child of Qin Suyi, the 7th disciple of “Ebonstyle(染香剑)”, the young master of “Issen Manor(忆剑山庄( Yì jiàn shānzhuāng)” in the middle of Sichuan.

The Xuayuan sword, and the Issen Manor. In the Pugilist world of shenzhou(神州武林), taking out one of these names at random was enough to inspire admiration amongst heroes.

But in the desert full of yellow sand, they are nothing more than meaningless Chinese characters.

In the Great Desert no one mentions prestige or fame; it was a wasteland where the weak fall prey to the strong. The strong survive, and the weak are reduced to dry bones buried by the wind and sand.

'Perhaps that’s why', Li Sushang thought.

'Why mother had disregarded father’s opposition and sent her younger self to the desert.'

When Li Sushang was one years old, her mother taught her martial arts before she could talk.

Her mother loved her very much and never let her feel wronged at all; but once she practiced the sword, her mother was stricter than anyone else.

Sushang suffered her share of hardships, it was common for her to practice until her waist and knees were swollen and painful, and her bones stiff. She would wake up in the middle of the night from the pain.

She cried and complained to her father, but it only gave her harder training—as soon as her father mentioned that his daughter had practiced too much, Qin Suyi glanced at him.  The master of the Issen Manor, "Young Marquis of Sichuan(川公子)" Li Shen’s words were stopped by this one glance, he left embarrassed.

From then on, Sushang redoubled her resolve to practice swordsmanship, and her family's twelve-way "Issin Mnemonics" was thoroughly proficient. But her mother still shook her head when she saw it.

Sushang didn’t understand what the problem was.

Was she not trying hard enough? Why can't I live up to my mother's expectations?

So one day, she eavesdropped on the nighttime discussion of her parents.

Qin Suyi: “In my opinion, the problem lies with your Li family’s martial arts.” Mother said coldly.

Qin Suyi: "The Feiyan Gong and the 13th Crawling Swallow Stance are amazing skills in the middle of Sichuan. How about the master's "Taixu Jianqi"? I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense and changed the heart-remembering sword technique."

Li Sushang: "…………"

Father said something in a low voice, Sushang couldn't hear him clearly, but she heard her mother's sneer.

Qin Suyi: "Okay, you blamed me. Then I'm in vain, and it took ten years."

Qin Suyi: "I don't care about you, and you don't care about Sushang. Unlike you, she's shown good potential in sword practice. Even if she is not as qualified as the fifth disciple, she is better than me."

Sushang outside the window heard that her mother's words seemed infinitely desolate.

Qin Suyi: "My swordsmanship has been damaged, and your swordsmanship cannot be trained. What else can I say? I'll go to Northern Desert for the fifth sister* and ask her to train Sushang."

Note: the disciples are referred to as sisters and brother by the other disciples.

Qin Suyi: "Fifth sister owes me personal favor. Although my face is low, but as long as I speak, she will not refuse."

Father was taken aback, and then he sternly objected. Sushang was inexplicably terrified when she heard it. She wanted to agree with her father, but she was also curious about what her mother said about "Northern Desert" and "Fifth sister".

Qin Suyi: "——Taixu Jianqi."

The short four characters seemed to have magical powers, and all the noise was eliminated as soon as they were spoken, and the room was suddenly silent.

Qin Suyi: "After the death of Master, Ling Shuang alone has to master the fifth aggregate of the Supreme Void in this world."

Qin Suyi: "Since Sushang wants to learn swordsmanship, why not learn the best swordsmanship?"

Mother did what she said. On the day of Sushang’s five year birthday, her parents gave her a generous gift.

Saying goodbye to Issen Manor, saying goodbye to Chuanzhong, saying goodbye to the “home” that has never learned the “best swordsmanship” for a whole decade.

Ten years had suddenly passed. Missing home was as thin as paper, leaving only her mother's bidding when she partes.

Has the swordsmanship gained? Has martial arts achieved something? Does my current self meet my mother's expectations?

...Sushang doesn't know, she still needs proof. And the way to prove it is to “try the sword.”

Therefore, Li Sushang’s mouth raised a meaningful arc when she saw the enemy holding swords approaching in an encirclement.  Needless to say, this smile says everything: the girl’s first “trying sword(试剑)” is today!

Black screen

'one'

The girl counted the numbers silently in her head.

'Two'

Two big men approached from the left.

One of them was the man who first discovered the girl and gave the warning.

He held a sword in his hand and his face was beaming. Just like a hunter watching it's prey fall into a trap, his smile is like telling death.

However, Sushang was unmoved.

She cast her gaze to the right.

'three'

The big guy on the right side wasn't in the girl’s line of sight at all. He ran over after hearing the warning sound.

'four'

The nearest bandit was only about five steps away from Sushang. It was a muscular man with a Pudao in his hand. Among the four, he was the oldest and has the most experience in kung fu.

...the girl has only trained against her master, and has no actual combat experience.

If she did, she would've known that no matter how strong martial arts masters are, they should try their best to avoid a situation where there are more than one enemy.

And fighting alone against four well-trained sand bandits is no different from cutting one's own throat.

It’s a pity that the girl doesn’t know this kind of “common sense”, and her cool master didn’t even know anything about it that day.

So she wasn’t afraid, but excited.

------The sand bandits are only five steps away from her.

White flash/screen

The girl shook the cloth bag and held the ancient sword “Xuanyuan” with her backhand.

The feeling of holding a sword in hand always made her feel at ease.

What happen next was roughly like this:

The girl leaped to her feet, her body astonishing graceful.

When she landed, jianfeng(剑锋) was already inserted into the man’s chest.

She drew out the sword and turned around-the speed was so fast that the blood hadn't gushed out. Then she held out the sword and watched the ferocious smile solidify on the man's face.

In this way, there are only two of the four enemies left-easily.

… The girl conceived this script in an instant.

With her martial arts accomplishments and  the benefits of the ancient sword, Xuanyuan--it wasn’t difficult to turn this fantasy into reality.

----The sand bandits are four steps away from her.

'… not worthy.'

Ancient sword Xuanyuan{double check}--it wasn’t a weapon to be used to deal with this kind of opponent.

The four people in front of her didn’t even deserve to see the true face of the sword.

This sword had been handed down since ancient times when the human and gods crossed the sky, and it has gone through tens of thousands of years. Its owner was the legend of martial arts, the only true immortal, and the guardian of Shenzhou "Immortal Empyrea"

Twenty-nine years ago, True Celestial received an orphan girl as her last disciple in the East Shenzhou Sea, and taught her with this sword.

 Taixu's seventh sword shakes the rivers and lakes in the name of Qin Suyi and "Xuanyuan".

After the real Celestial returned to the  immortal plain, Qin Suyi couldn't retreat, and re-entered the rivers and lakes three years later. The romantic love story between her and Li Shen, "Young Master Chuan", had been passed down for a while.

Ten years ago, mother who had already retired from the Martial arts gave "Xuanyuan" to the young Sushang, delivered them together, realize the Five Aggregates of Taixu and the expectation of becoming "No. 1 in the world".

This was an unparalleled magic weapon, its blade is only for the strong.

How could she let the blood of the mediocre group of people in front of her contaminate the prestige of this sword?

----The sand bandits are three steps away from her.

The little pride and contentment filled Sushang's heart.

'Ha, with these good--'

--there are two more steps.

--not worthy for Sushang to try the sword!

Step!

For a warrior: within one step is the distance to fight for one's life.

The big man waved his Pudao and was about to chop off the little girl’s head, but saw a flash of Qingying(青影).

...Sushang disappeared.

man: "--what?!"

He instinctively looked down, and at that moment he felt a sudden pain in his calf;

Blood splatter effect

The big man had clearly looked towards the ground, but he was currently seeing the sky.

man: 'How to return…'

He hadn't realized that he was kicked into the air, and that something cool poked him on his temple.

——The sun was swallowed by darkness.

When he was in the air, the big man had fainted.

From the flashing of the Pudao, to kicking the big man with surprising strength, and then knocking him out with a finger. It only took Sushang less than a blink of an eye.

Her spirit had been concentrated like never before.

In addition to knocking down the enemy in front of her, there was no more thought in Sushang mind.

This is exactly the "Mind Accumulation" of the Five Aggregates of Taixu Sword Qi*. The introductory aggregate was also the most difficult aggregate.

Note: Qi is the same thing as Ki(CHē). the circulating life force whose existence and properties are the basis of much Chinese philosophy and medicine.

“Jianxin-Zhishui”

man: “※!”

The man took a step late, but was blocked by Lao Rong’s body and fortunately separated from the girl.

.

The remaining people merged into one place and quickly adjusted their pace.

man: "This girl is Lianjiazi!(练家子)" {Check}

There was no answer from either side.

The experienced sand bandits didn’t care about this, because in their eyes, the girl was already a dying person.

At the other end, Sushang laying on the sand, suddenly jumped, kicking her left foot into the sand, arousing the sand and rocks like a waterfall.

Using gravel to cover the enemy’s sight in exchange for a valuable time advantage.

Use every point of the venue factor to maximize the possibility of winning. This is Sushang thinking. But this was also what the enemy expected.

Due to many years in the desert, the bandits have long been familiar with this style of play. It was better to say that they were the most proficient in this way.

Girls would kick up the sand, which is no surprise, and the enemies they faced in the past always did the same.

But if she thought they would be in a hurry because of this, then she was underestimating the sand bandits.

-----the Northern Desert bandit group “Golden Sand Gang” has been on the border between Shenzhou, Yinyu(//), and Baihui(//) for six years.

What they did was the work of bandits: robbing caravans that went to and fro countries, snatching precious goods, killing men and old people, and selling women and children into slavery.

But compared to other bandits, the sands bandits were more disciplined.

Legend has it that the leader of the sand bandits, the “Eagle”, was of military background.

However, he was relegated for unjust crimes, and the whole clan was implicated.

“Eagle” fell into range and became a bandit, then came to Northern Desert and became the master of the Golden Sand Gang.

It only took him a day, a knife and an intelligent mind to ascend the position of the leader.

No one mentioned the name of the previous bandit leader.

To help the public to fear the "Eagle" because he was ruthless; to help the public respect the "Eagle", It was because he always wins and was undefeated.

This man's superiority has brought about earth-shaking changes to the Golden Sand Gang.

The former bandits become a small disciplined group, as if they become the overlord of the land along the border of the Northern Desert.

The bandits must have practiced martial arts at one pointor another, and practiced diligently. After martial arts training was completed, you must train your troops.

"Eagle" tirelessly taught formation, changes, coordination, and various signals and commands.

What he wanted was not a sloppy bandit group, but an army.

Because of this, when the three of them faced the strange girl in front of them, they didn’t even look down on her.

Eagle: “The enemy is the enemy. There is no distinction between men and women, old or young, only you. Anyone can take your life. Treat the target as the last opponent in your life and use all means to kill them.”  Eagle warned them repeatedly.

Therefore, the three of them didn’t panic at all when they saw their that companion was knocked out.

“You must protect your companions on the battlefield, but  fallen companions are not comrades in arms, but cumbersome. Don’t treat them as standing people. Only soldiers who know when to give up can live longer.” Eagle reminded them repeatedly.

Similarly, the three of them didn’t hesitate to see Sushang kicked up the gravel into the sky.

“Follow my plan and everything will be fine.”

This was the guarantee of the "Eagle". They believe in "Eagle".

After all, for five years, the "Eagle" has never missed an instruction.

Not once.

The three quickly closed their eyes.

Compared with the loss of vision, the pain and conditioned reflexes caused by sand in the eyes were more dangerous.

The moment they closed their eyes, the three had already memorize each other's and the enemy's location.

The steps they took next and the direction of their swords strictly followed the “Goose Formation”.

The bandit in the center took the lead with a Pudao, which was a chop from above with a heavy force.

The bandit on the left took a step, slashed horizontally, and attacked the target for the next wave.

The intention of these two swords was not to kill the enemy, but to lure the enemy.

"Eagle" carefully designed formations and swordsmanship to guide the enemy to dodge according to a pre-established route.

If the target can dodge these two blades, then she must be in the pre-calculated position at this moment.

At this time, it was the turn of the bandit on the right to execute a mortal blow.

They're confident that even if they couldn’t see the enemy, they could kill the enemy with this three-man formation!

There was nothing wrong with the formation, but the Sands bandits underestimated Sushang.

Underestimated her odd speed.

When sand flew up, Sushang had already jumped forward.

Just as the sands bandits were convinced of the Eagle's formation, She also had absolute confidence in her martial arts.

With a clear sword heart, she didn’t feel that the slow sword technique of the big man was necessary to dodge.

Zoom in animation and impact flash

When the middle swordsman raised the Pudao, the girl was already in his arms reach.

Jaw close up and impact flash

Before he even had time to react, he received a heavy blow on the lower jaw, and the impact passed through his skull directly to the brain. The violent concussion immediately made him faint.

Therefore, the swordsman failed to feel the heavy kick that hit his knee afterwards, and collapsed to the ground.

With the help of a kick, Sushang made a beautiful "Flying Swallow Homecoming", and in a flash, she landed behind the big man on the left.

Stab flash animation(red)

She hit the back of the big man with her palm, grabbed the sword with the other hand, and threw it at the last enemy.

Between the electric light and flint, she had calculated the strength and speed to the right, and put it into action correctly.

The "Sword Heart" of the Taixu Five Aggregates was just such a profound mental method that maximizes the potential of the brain.

Sushang accurately hit man's abdominal cavity with the sword, the sudden pain made him open his mouth and let out a short hiss.

At this moment, the world was spinning, and the sense of balance disappeared instantly.

Something hot was on his right cheek and it was too hot for him to bear.

The man opened his eyes and saw the hot sand that was almost jet black.

It turned out that something was not pressing against his cheeks, but his face was pressed tightly against the ground.

Li Sushang: "...You guys are a little bit scarce."

Sushang sat on his back, tapping the back of his head with her slender fingers:

Li Sushang: "Why are there only four of you? Where did the others go?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, very nice, there was a kind of innocent girl trembling.

Li Sushang: "I want to hear to the truth."

Black screen

Ambush

Black screen

At this moment, hundreds of miles away...

A man lay motionless on the golden gravel.

The beads of sweat covered his entire body, making him very itchy.

But he was motionless.

Even through clothes, the sand was hot to the touch, like it was burning his skin.

The man tried to concentrate so that he wouldn't faint.

At this time, he always remembered what the "Eagle" once said: If people like them were caught by officers and soldiers, their chests will be branded with a red branding iron.

A branding iron was harder than sand and hotter than the sun. It will stick together when it touches the skin, and a layer of skin will be peeled off.

That feeling, "Eagle" said: It's like going to hell.

The brothers of the Golden Sand Gang often talk about hell, after all, they were destined to meet there in the future, and one of them was indispensable.

Hell is gloomy and boring; there was no gold or silver, no good wine, no beauty. As long as there is no good thing that could be called by a name.

But here, as long as they succeed in today's raid, they will have whatever they want.

This caravan was said to be larger than ones before, and the "Eagle" had received absolutely reliable information. The caravan from far away brought the families of the rich and nobles, and the car was full of gold and silver treasures.

If the information wasn't bad, it will be theirs in about two minutes.

Thinking of it, he couldn't help but lift his head slightly, looking out of the corner of his eyes to the only man standing.

The man looked to be in his forties, with white temples, and the wrinkles and scars on his face written with hatred.

He was actually younger, but not too young. Looking at the whole face at a glance, only the eyes stand out: those were the eyes of an eagle. He looked into the distance, as if looking for prey.

He was just waiting for the upcoming prey, and the ambushing Golden Sand Gang was his minion.

"Eagle"-that's was his nickname, honorific and unique name.

As long as it was an "Eagle" order, even if the Golden Sand Gang was to lie on the scorching sand for an hour, they would follow it. There was no need to question, no promises, as long as you follow the instructions of the "Eagle", the exchange will be -

--"victory".

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Eagle's face, and his eyes changed accordingly.

The pair of eyes stopped watching, they turned, and slowly turned around-this was a signal of hunting.

The "Eagle" raised his hand, took a step back, and then took another step back.

He was withdrawing from the sight of the caravan's guards, and his hand gesture was the signal to attack.

The man withdrew his gaze and took a breath. The hot air filled his lungs, but he could bear it.

In the distance, smoke rises.

"They're coming."

Someone whispered.

The men who had been in ambush for a long time were relieved, the most difficult stage had passed. Next, there was only victory. And this victory...

They had been waiting for a long time.

???: "……"

In a carriage not far away, a coffin stood quietly.

It is about one person high, the wood is brightly painted with white lacquer, and it was carved with ornate decorations.

Camera moving down a close up of coffin

From the outside, the coffin was completely sealed with no gaps present. Several black leather straps were wrapped around the body of the coffin and bound it firmly.

It seems that the owner of this coffin had spent a lot of effort to completely isolate the contents inside it from the outside world...

That owner was in front of it at the moment.

A man with blond hair and green eyes knelt next to the coffin on one knee, sliding his slender fingers across the coffin's surface. His movements were as soft as if caressing, but as if he had exhausted all his strength.

???: "……"

This person made the coffin with his own hands, so that the contents of the coffin were isolated from the world. It was this person who fights against the laws of the world, just to bring his beloved back to the present world.

Before his wish was fulfilled, he couldn't throw himself away from the world.

So, among the roars, shouts, and crying from afar; among the wailing of camels, the overturning of carriages, the slashing of swords--

——The man was motionless, unconsciously. It seemed that everything except this coffin had nothing to do with him.

It had nothing to do with him...

A win

Huh, huh, huh, huh...

The hooves sounded again, and the wheels rolled forward. Men with swords and Pudaos flocked around, guarding the men, horses, gold and silver of the caravan.

Nothing seemed to have changed; everything was completely overturned: the merchants have been reduced to slaves, and the robbers have become their masters.

Boots stepped on the warm sand, and a faint warmth came from the soles of the feet.

The place you step on will always sink slightly, causing the center of gravity to shake, as if being gently pulled by the earth. For "Eagle", this feeling always reminded him of the blood-soaked snow in Raksha Kingdom.

Note:

Raksha Kingdom is located in an extremely cold place north of China, and it often riots on the border and attracts war.

       Raksha people look strange. Most of its people have shallow hair and blue eyes, high noses and beards; the handsome are like gods, and the ugly are like evil spirits.

       At that time, the Chinese people called people with abnormal appearances as Rakshas, ​​which contained derogatory meanings.

"Eagle" hates snow.

The "Eagle" who had won a big victory was expressionless, his gloom was like a barrier, forming a field centered on him: outside this was the joyous sand bandits, and inside was muddy silence.

He should have been in a very good mood, but today's raid was really too beautiful and too successful.

The seized silver commodities are worth tens of thousands, and even if they change hands quickly, they could make a net profit of seven or eight thousand taels of silver. There were nine middle-aged men and women captives, of which there were quite a few high-class goods, and the slave traders who waited for a hundred times to pass by were also a lot of money.

The most gratifying thing was the performance of these brothers, which was totally different from the decadence when he first took over the Golden Sand Gang.

Although the caravan was in an ambush this time, the bodyguards did their best; after a moment of panic, they quickly regrouped their soldiers and launched a tenacious resistance.

-This move was in the arms of the "Eagle".

"Eagle" likes opponents to resist.

He was precisely the kind of person who gets pleasure from the challenge and finds the meaning of existence. The more fierce the opponent's resistance, the higher the value of training. The meaning of victory was to bring the highest satisfaction in the ever-increasing value——

——In the white snow of Northland, he once believed that this kind of satisfaction had reached its peak.

——He tried his best to escape from the place where his father,  brother and his comrades died, and he used Chaotang as a new battlefield, thinking that he would still be able to conquer the situation.

——After being wronged and imprisoned, the new "comrade-in-arms" abandoned him. It was not the pain and regret that made him wake up countless times from his dreams, but the time spent fighting with the Raksha ghosts.

——Those who saved his life to rescue him from the dispatched army were the loyal subordinates who had been left behind by him.

From then on, "Eagle" finally understood that his life would stay forever in that long war.

The moment he left Raksha Nation, his life had stagnated. The rest of the time was just a walking corpse repeating its worthless actions.

So he fled to the Northern Desert, captured the Golden Sand Gang, and got a group of loyal soldiers. So he tempered, spurred, and tortured them; sent them to death and live with them.

Repeat the past, revenge the past, yearn for the past.

The man named "Eagle" wants to move the time that has stopped...

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Coffin & Raksha

Therefore, when meeting the "Raksha Man", the "Eagle" suddenly had the illusion of time recurring.

At first sight of this person, the "Eagle"'s back went abruptly cold, and the alarm bell sounded instinctively, telling him that this was a "scourge".

At the time, "Scourge" stayed in the caravan's carriage and enjoyed a small cabin exclusively. Among the dozens of caravans, he is the only one who had this extraordinary treatment.

Raksha: "Mach enemy Yekai can ask for more." (马赫敌耶楷能索更。)

The man knelt on one knee. His tone was calm and easy-going, as if he was asking a close travel companion, but he looked around: there was no one else in the compartment, only a coffin.

Only him, and a coffin.

Raksha: "Is Wandering Lüsen..."

This person wasn't speaking in Raksha language, "Eagle" couldn't understand it. But this strange and terrifying scene had him sweating bullets.

He couldn't help but look up at the weird man who was talking to the coffin:

The Raksha person was about twenty years old, tall and not strong looking. He obviously had some skills, but he was definitely not a master.

Just by observing his appearance and shape, you can know a little about how martial arts a person has.

If you have bulging muscles, you are a martial artist who practices Waijiaquan. This type of manpower sinks his shoulders and arms, strikes fists and feet that can break gold and gravel, and it was no problem to resist ordinary blunt weapons.

But the "Eagle" doesn't see this kind of person in their eyes. The smart foreign kung fu emphasizes balance and permeates the whole body. Blindly insisting on fierce effort has lost flexibility. A person of both speed and strength, Fang is a middle-to-higher person.

The master of the inner family has another set of tricks.

Inner Kung fu exercises inner strength, that is, meridians and "zhen Qi". This kind of person is introverted in appearance, and appears everywhere. Observe the expression in his eyes and listen to the expressions, and you can know the depth.

Needless to say, the "Eagle" glanced away, and it was known that this Raksha man's outside martial arts could be described as mediocre; from his chaotic breathing rhythm, he also knew that this man had never learned superior internal skills.

Eagle: "Come out."

"Eagle" said, his hand dropped on the handle of the scimitar.

The Raksha hates him the most, and it is even more unlucky to hit the coffin in the daytime. The two taboos merge into one, and the "eagle" has an impulse to sacrifice blood.

He was already full of blood debts, so why not add another life? But... the scimitar was not out of its sheath.

The Raksha sighed, then whispered a few words to the coffin, and then glanced at the leader of the gang.

His eyes are green like jade, like two carefully polished emeralds.

eagle:「……」

Somehow, the intuition called "sharp" sounded in my heart again.

The people of Raksha calmly asked in a lame but clear Chinese dialect:

Raksha: "arrive?"

This question had no background and was too inexplicable, but the "Eagle" nodded.

The Raksha man pointedly:

Raksha: "Here, yours?"

"Eagle": "This is mine, and you are mine. Come out ."

Raksha: "Well……"

The Raksha didn't say anything, but slowly stretched out, struggling to support his knees with his hands, as if to get up.

The Raksha with a pose. "Eagle" couldn't help cursing in his heart. When a hundred times people buy you away, it depends on how you look.

He suddenly missed the past. If ten years ago, he would have already taken the scimitar out and chopped off this beautiful head.

Dead Rakshas are worthless, but the living Rakshas are rare goods. A hundred slave traders prefer this bite, and they can always give a good price.

"Eagle" looked at the obedient Raksha, suddenly a little curious.

Why did he speak to the coffin? This person occupies a whole room alone, mysterious... Yes, he doesn't want people to know what was in the coffin.

Then... what's in it?

……What would it be? ?

The scimitar flashed and landed on the Raksha's neck. "Eagle" pointed at the coffin in front of him:

“Eagle”: "Open."

He gave a simple order and got an unexpected answer.

Raksha: "Do not."

The deep green eyes glanced at him very slowly.

“Eagle”:  “——!”

"Eagle" has seen countless people in his life, and the eyes he has seen are countless.

Fear, hatred, anger, unwillingness, pain... He has not only seen it, but was often the source of all these emotions.

A blade on a neck is the best Verita serum in the world, it can completely expose a person's deepest heart.

The "Eagle" was numb to his dying eyes, and was indifferent to his dying emotions. He had seen too many of those.

However, there had never been a look like the one in the eyes of this Raksha, mixed with determination, madness, cruelty, pleasure, compassion and...

... Contempt ?

Is that. "Eagle" gave a chuckle in his heart and swallowed and spit.

This Raksha man didn't see him in his eyes at all. In the eyes of this person, the "Eagle", leader of the Golden Sand Gang , was no different than a grain of sand in the desert. It had neither value nor meaning.

He even had the illusion that in the next second, the Rakshas would walk over this grain of sand, and it would be as natural as a stroll.

So he put down the scimitar.

Not afraid, "Eagle" told himself that he would never be afraid of a Raksha.

But the emotion in his heart made him more ashamed than fear, and made him want to run away from the person in front of him.

"Eagle": "...Follow us, don't play tricks."

Leaving this sentence aside, "Eagle" turned and walked away.

In the distance, a wisp of smoke rose slowly. This is the signal to guide the Golden Sand Gang’s return journey.

man: "what--"

man: "Leader!"

"Eagle": "……Thanks for your hard work."

"Eagle" was full of thought and didn’t say much to them, and went straight into the post

The sand bandits who guarded the house exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

man: "call……"

But before this breath reached his throat, a majestic voice rang in his ears:

"Eagle": "...When I was on the expedition,"

The leader of the Golden Sand Gang put his arms around his chest, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Eagle": "What's the situation at home?"

He looked up and down at the two people in front of him, glanced at the sand not far away, and cast a meaningful look at the station.

The "Eagle" showed an unpleasant smile.

"Eagle": "...It seems to be there."

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Jianxin

Li Sushang had originally made up her mind to stay honestly until late at night without making any noise.

Li Sushang: "...Will the plan go well?"

But when she was dissatisfied with the time for a stick of incense, she couldn't help muttering to herself, breaking the previous agreement cleanly.

If you think about it carefully, this so-called agreement was a whim.

An hour ago, Li Sushang defeated the four guards of the Golden Sand Gang and retrieved information from them.

Li Sushang: "...One hundred and thirteen people? Coming back tonight? It's more than I expected. It's really hard to handle..."

Li Sushang: "Hey, you know "Eagle" better than me... say, if I want to fight him one-on-one, would he accept it?"

man: "Who, who are you?!"

The man answered the question.

Li Sushang: "Oh... I'm Li Sushang, the big disciple of "Wanderer's House". Don't change the subject, you haven't answered me yet."

man: "What are you talking about... Freedom... Who are you?!..."

The man thought that what the girl said was crazy talk. Li Sushang felt that she could not communicate with this person at all, and simply ignored him.

Li Sushang: 'There are more than a hundred people coming according to the information?...it's too much trouble. In fact, the purpose of this trip was just to fight the "Eagle".'

Master said lightly, "Does the Golden Sand Gang know? Go and beat their boss and come back." It's easy to say, but it really gave this honest disciple a headache.

Li Sushang: "Well……"

She has little experience, and the only things she could learn from were stories she has heard from her father, maid and the storyteller in the village.

"True Immortal" Celestial ... "Willowfoil" Lin Zhaoyu... "Tireless Courser" Ma Feima ... The names of thunderous ears on the rivers and lakes appeared one by one, and the girls were eliminated one by one. These were all well-known experts, and they have never fallen into the field where they are now.

Li Sushang: "What's the trick..."

Yan Shiluo...the ghosts and gods, the martial arts geek from forty years ago appeared in the girl's mind.

She had only heard of this story once told by a writer, but she remembered it unexpectedly and firmly: "The great crowds of rivers and lakes gathered at the Lotus Conference to discuss a plan to attack the magic sect. Unexpectedly, the Holy Fire Sect Lord Yan Shiluo pretended to be lurking in it. On the day of the conference, he defeated the three heads of the Shao, Lian, and Hwa factions, set fire to the Yulian Terrace, and laughed away.

Pretending to be lurking...

Li Sushang: 'Yes!'

Li Sushang's finger pressed lightly against the back of the man's head, with extremely soft force, but the person under her took a nervous breath.

Li Sushang: "Hey, don't move, I won't kill you. I just want to discuss with you."

man: "You crazy girl...you, what do you want to do?"

Li Sushang: "Your leader will be back soon. If you let him know that you were beaten like this by me, he will be furious and punish you severely, right?"

The man didn't speak, and Sushang took this as true, and went on happily.

Li Sushang: "I have a suggestion. Follow my plan and make sure he doesn't know anything. Go and call your companion. Let's make an agreement first..."

So, the girl "voluntarily" squatted in black jail.

"Black Prison" was originally the cellar of the post station. After the Golden Sand Gang took over this place, its function had not changed, except that the storage material has been replaced by  living people instead of food.

The "goods" looted by the bandits were thrown here, and hundreds of slave merchants visited once a month to clear the dungeon and leave the equivalent gold and silver. For several years, the operation of this "post" has been very smooth.

Li Sushang was probably the first one who sneaked into the dungeon and pretended to be "goods" uninvited.

The dungeon was dark and damp, filled with an unpleasant stench, and occasionally there was a low sobbing sound from an unknown cell, and there was no sound for a moment.

Sushang spread a mat with only a few withered grass, sat down properly, and passed the time by silently reciting the "Sword Heart Jue".

The Jianxin Jue is the introductory mental method of "Tai Xu Jianqi", and it was a unique skill that everyone in the world was eager for.

What was not known was that the true body of Jianxin Jue was just a weird and inexplicable syllable.

This syllable had no form and cannot be appealed to words; it neither teaches qi movement, nor does it guide body training; the so-called "mantra" was completely meaningless.

If you listened to the Jianxin Jue without knowing it, anyone would treat it as an idiot's babble in a dream. In any case, it was impossible to think that this was the magnificent skill that had stood on the top of the martial arts of China for thousands of years.

As everyone knows, its mystery lies in this:

Recitation, meditation, and listening were the training of the mind.

Li Sushang: "...Moo...Talari...Moo... Ruokura..."

Words are powerful. Although Sushang didn't understand the reason, she did feel the transformation of her "heart".

With the reverberation of words and the ups and downs of the rhythm, Jianxin Jue seems to blend into the blood, wandering in the eight channels of the odd meridian.

Li Sushang: "Moo, Marley."

The body became lighter and lighter, and the mind no longer stirs. The five senses converge in one place, in a lake of heart.

Li Sushang: "Moo, Wu Liutu."

The lake was clear and transparent. A few melancholy leaves fell on the lake surface,  they fidn't make a ripple.

Li Sushang: "Moo, Kaba Isliu."

Popping, water break. Calmly filled with the existence named "Li Sushang".

This is exactly one of the four realms of Jianxin-"Zishui".

Li Sushang: 'continue……'

Sushang gets rid of miscellaneous thoughts and runs Jianxin. Climb to the next level-

The lake in the heart condenses into ice, brushing away the slight thoughts without leaving a trace.

Second Realm-"Dust Free"

Li Sushang: 'Come again…'

The cracks of the hard ice disappear without a trace, and the heart lake was nearly infinitely transparent, reflecting everything.

The third realm-"Mingjing"

It was also where Li Sushang had understood the "Sword Heart" after more than ten years of cultivation.

But above this, there is Jianxin's highest realm... Only the fourth realm that Master had reached in the world... That is...

…………『Tai Xu』…………

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Li Sushang: "what--"

The ice surface suddenly shattered, the lake of heart dispersed, Jianxin Jue also withdrew from her mind. Li Sushang sat there blankly, with a splitting headache, and she realized that her back was soaked in cold sweat.

Li Sushang: "Failed again..."

After reaching the "Mingjing", Sushang's Jianxin couldn't get in any further.

Li Sushang: "……why?"

Mother said that the master had been a teacher at the age of two, and she was the first to get started, so the sword heart state was the highest.

But when I was born by myself, I listened to my mother chanting Jianxin Jue day and night. Shouldn't it be faster than Master?

Master realized "Tai Xu" at the age of thirteen, and achieved the supreme "Sword God" at only fifteen years old.

What about yourself? Who's also fifteen years old... "Jianxin" had not been fully mentioned, and even "Jianyi" had no clue.

Even after overcoming these two high mountains, there was even more "god" aura standing on the top of Wu, clouded by clouds, and it wasn't real.

Li Sushang: "……"

Li Sushang: "Oops."

Li Sushang was stunned, and suddenly smiled.

Li Sushang: "Master is amazing!"

"Emotion" is the enemy of "heart". If emotions are allowed to make waves in the heart lake, the sword heart may be damaged. Sushang, who had a mirror heart, knows this very well.

Li Sushang: "It doesn't matter, small setbacks~ there will always be. The top priority is to prepare to try the sword!"

Sushang fetched a cloth bag from the side. According to the plan, tonight was when the Xuanyuan will be unsheathed.

The girl slowly opened the old cloth, took out the family sword, and examined it carefully.

Ancient sword-Xuanyuan.

The sword was two feet long, was golden yellow, with blades on both sides, and decorated with dark gray patterns.

The material was unknown. It was neither refined iron nor cold steel, but it was as light as air, blows and breaks hair, and talks about sharpness and hardness. It was fully worthy of the standard of a famous sword.

When Sushang's mother passed the sword to her, she warned her:

Qin Suyi: "This sword was left by my master, and it is my most cherished family heirloom. You must put it away and keep it close to your body. Never let the sword leave your side."

Qin Suyi: "The true secret of "Taixu Jianqi" is not in the techniques nor in the tricks, but in this sword. After you understand the meaning of the sword, will you understand the meaning of the mantra."

Qin Suyi said, squeezing the girl's cheek, and said softly:

Qin Suyi: "...But if you can't comprehend it, it doesn't matter. The sword intent is unpredictable. Of the seven of us, you were the only one who has not obtained the meaning; but in terms of martial arts attainments, who of us can compare?"

The mother sighed suddenly:

Qin Suyi: "Ling Shuang has always been indifferent, and has contempt for profit... But after more than ten years, people will change."

Qin Suyi: "Sushang, you can't give Xuanyuan to her, even if she asks for it. If she asks, you just say it was me."

Sushang was noisy at first, but when she reached the desert, she cried symbolically, and soon swayed around curiously, and haunted Master again.

The child couldn't hide words in her throat. Without a word, Xuanyuan affairs had already tumbled out of her mouth. Mother's expectation was good, and the master really asked her for the Xuanyuan sword. Sushang was honest in nature, after thinking about it, she still handed over the ancient sword with both hands.

Master will never bully a five-year-old girl and grab something, right? She presented the Xuanyuan, feeling a little excited, like  a girl excitedly showing off her new clothes.

Ling Shuang{check}:  "……"

The master placed the Xuanyuan sword flat on her knees, and gently stroked the blade with her fingers. She was speechless for a moment before saying:

Ling Shuang: "This is Old Seven's "Xuanyuan"?"

Lao Qi... Sushang was startled, before remembering that her mother and master came from the same school, ranking seventh. "Ebonstyle" is the name of Xuanyuan used by her mother.

After master mentioned something, she remembered that she had never seen her mother take any action, nor had she ever used a weapon.

Li Sushang: "I don't know, it should be~ My mother said this was a family heirloom."

Ling Shuang: "Oh... family history."

The master said coldly, looked at the sword on her lap again, and lightly flicked her slender finger on the blade.

Animation of sword floating 

Sushang was startled, and saw the sword rise into the air. It rosed slowly, very slowly, and when it reaches the highest point, it paused.

A beam of sunlight shone on the golden sword body, as if absorbed by the strange pattern, suddenly bursting into the sky with colorful brilliance.

Li Sushang: "what……"

Li Sushang looked obsessed.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, the sword flew up and down took only about a second.

But in Sushang's eyes, that was an infinitely long second. She had been with the sword since she was a child, but she had never thought that the sword was such a beautiful thing before.

During that time that had slowed down, the Xuanyuan shone brightly, slowly descending , and when it landed in front of her. the sword's blade had sank straight into the ground without making a sound.

The master stood up, her robe sleeves trembling:

Ling Shuang: "From tomorrow on, you will cultivate the sword heart; after the sword heart has been studied, you will practice the sword shape; once your sword shape is complete, you can hold this sword."

Sushang smiled at the memory. Now she was qualified to use this Xuanyuan.

Looking down at the sword in her hand, Sushang suddenly felt a ping of excitement.

Before rational intervention, the instinctive reaction had taken control. Sushang stroked the sword, imitating what master did years ago, and flicked a finger on the blade.

The sword flew up into the air, whistling, and when it reached mid-air, the golden light was dazzling, and it shined brightly.

——The next moment, Xuanyuan hit the ceiling before falling to the ground.

Li Sushang: "……Oops."

The door of the cellar suddenly opened, light shot in from the top, and a figure walked down the steps.

The man ignored the noise from all around and walked straight to her cell.

Li Sushang recognized this sand bandit:

Li Sushang: "Sorry, I missed a bit...should it be okay? Did it bother him?"

The sand bandit fixedly looked at her through the iron bars, and suddenly grinned, his laughter filled with hideousness:

man: "The leader wants to see you."

Li Sushang: "Oh...I knew it."

Li Sushang sighed, knowing that she had been betrayed.

Black screen 

Two Slaps

"Eagle" was happy, startled, and angry.

It was a joy to learn that his subordinates had caught the rat that made trouble. It was startling to hear that the "Invader" was actually a little girl.

After seeing the girl, the "Eagle" finally burst into anger.

The soldiers he trained himself had been beaten like this by a teenage girl?! What a shame!!!

In addition to his anger, he was a little surprised.

"Eagle" stepped forward, looking at the girl in front of him, with a lot of doubts in his mind:

What is the origin of this girl?!

Looking at the entire Northern Desert, there wasn't anyone not afraid of his Golden Sand Gang.

Even the most elite officers and soldiers thought his rule was far and hard, and never conflicted with it.

Who had the guts of a bear-hearted leopard and dared to break through the door, becoming an enemy of "eagle"?

He couldn't figure it out.

And—the one who came was still a little girl, she looked at most sixteen years old, her childishness was still there, and there was the youthful spirit of a young man in her eyes.

And-her martial arts wasn't bad, even surprisingly good. The proud men of  "Eagle" went into battle, but the four of them failed to capture her.

What was the origin of this girl?!

"Eagle" wanted to ask a question. But unexpectedly, it wasn't him who spoke first.

Li Sushang: "You're "Eagle"? Wow, and I didn't think--"

"Eagle" raised his hand and slapped Sushang severely, causing the words to be stuck in her throat.

In his place, he was the only one who gets to speak first, and he ask questions first.

Sushang raised her head, blood flowing from the corners of her mouth.

She looked at "Eagle" in disbelief, tears in her eyes.

Li Sushang: "You...you hit me?? My mother didn't even--"

"Eagle" slapped Sushang again, and she tumbled to ground from the force of the slap.

"Eagle": "...Next time you bring the captives back, put your mouth shut first."

man: "Yes, boss."

"Eagle" wiped his hands and squatted in front of the girl. The girl also looked up at him, there was no fear in her eyes, only stubbornness and annoyance.

"Eagle" held her chin before saying:

"Eagle": "I don't know who you are or what your goal is; originally I was a little interested. So I thought I might as well listen to your intentions and if you could make me laugh, I might be have been compassionate."

"Eagle": "...Now, you have lost this chance."

The "Eagle" stared at the girl's eyes the tears still remaining, enjoying the pleasure of punishing the enemy. This wasn't his style, but after meeting with the Raksha, his heart was full of boredom. Even knowing that threats and intimidation were meaningless, he continued.

"Eagle": "Next time, you have to know when you can speak and when you can't; you have to learn to be cautious in your words and deeds in order to please your master and save your life. In the future, people who will face each other day and night will never cherish your flesh and blood like I do. ."

"Eagle": "You are young and good-looking. Tune and tweak are believed to be likable. To be honest, I intend to sell you at a good price, so you have a few days to be safe. But don't be too happy too soon."

"Eagle": "Wait a hundred times for the traffickers to take you away, you will regret not begging me to kill you today, I promise."

"Eagle": " 'I regret it' and beg for mercy… You have to do these two things for a lifetime, until you die. Those who dare to provoke me to the Golden Sand Gang won't escape this fate."

After all, the "Eagle" glanced at the captive, and was disappointed. The girl sniffed and nodded seriously at him without saying a word. Among the various reactions, it was the one that made him speechless.

The "Eagle" pushed Sushang away, wiped his hands on his clothes in disgust, and turned to the subordinates on the side:

"Eagle": "What are you thinking?"

The sudden question made the man sweat, and caused him to stutter.

"Eagle": "Since then, you have been restless. ...what do you want to say? Speak."

man: "Yes, it's boss... This girl, she, she's pretty good... Let's still take precautions..."

The "Eagle" glanced at the man in disgust, who was frightened to take a step back.

"Eagle": "You served her "Jiqi San"."

man: "Yes...yes, she did not resist at all. We were worried...she, she had ulterior motives and would be against you."

"Eagle": "A teenage girl, with both hands bound in shackles, she can't use all of her internal strength."

"Eagle": "...And you thought she would be against me?"

man: "Subordinates know their mistakes!"

The man lost his soul and knelt down quickly. He knew that the more gentle and calm the gang leader's tone, the more furious he became.

"Eagle": "……"

"Eagle" was very angry in his heart, but  his face remained calm. This was a habit he has cultivated for many years. The Rakshas upset him, the little girl annoys him; the self-assertion of his subordinates maked him vaguely feel that his authority had been challenged.

"Eagle": "Take her... put her in the black prison, and lock her up with the Raksha people."

"Eagle": "They are not allowed to have food, and they must be hungry until the slavers take them away."

Men: "Yes!"

The bandits responded in unison, pulled the girl up, and pushed her to the black prison.

"Eagle": "……Um?"

The man who had just kneeled on the ground did not leave. He bowed his head, not daring to look up, but the trembling of his body had already revealed his tension.

"Eagle": "What else do you want to say?"

The man straightened up as if he had received a pardon, showing a little excited smile.

man: "This subordinate has a treasure dedicated to the leader. I hope I can make up for it."

As he spoke, he magically took out a cloth bag and presented it with both hands.

"Eagle" didn't stretch out his hand, didn't even look at the cloth bag, and asked:

"Eagle": "What's inside? Where did it come from?"

man: "A sword that cuts iron like mud, tooken from that little girl."

"Eagle": "……"

"Eagle" still didn't pick it up. The man also maintained his posture, and didn't dare to move an inch.

After a long time, the "Eagle" smiled suddenly, reached out his hand to take the cloth bag, and slowly untied the cloth wrapped around it, revealing the true face of the sword in it. He had confirmed that the man in front of him had not concealed or lied, that was enough.

"Eagle": "Oh--"

Under the faint moonlight, the sword was a silver clank.

At a glance, he knew that this sword was a treasure of the world.

Black screen 

Bad Raksha

Boom.

Li Sushang was thrown to the ground and rolled a bit.

Li Sushang: "Woo-"

Although it didn't hurt, Sushang screamed instinctively. The soft voice of the girl changed its tone as it passed through the rag in her mouth and turned into a low whine.

Several bandits laughed and chatted outside the prison, mostly with filthy words.

Click. 

The iron bars were locked.

The swaying light and shadow of the torch went away with the sound of footsteps, and threw the little girl in the gloomy dungeon.

Sushang twisted her body and tried to roll over and sit up; her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness for a while, she couldn't see anything, and she faintly touched something when she swayed her legs.

Someone sighed lowly.

As the sound fell, a bunch of flames suddenly rose in the shabby room, slowly rising, barely illuminating the small cell.

Li Sushang was taken aback. It wasn’t the sudden appearance of fire that frightened her, but the speaker.

She was a woman of about twenty years old, with fair skin and beautiful face. She did not look like a Chinese person, but looked like a fairy in the legend.

A flame floats in her ears out of thin air, adding a layer of coquettishness to it.

The Raksha... Sushang remembered the whispers of the sand bandits. It turns out this is what Raksha people look like.

Looking aside, she saw a large coffin beside the woman, and it was this coffin that Sushang nearly kicked.

Coffins were a common thing, and it is not a taboo. But Sushang, who was listening to the story of many gods and ghosts, still felt her hair straight after seeing it. At this moment, this thing appeared in the dark dungeon, it was too weird and terrifying.

She instinctively looked away and looked at Raksha woman again. At first, I just glanced at her secretly, and saw that she didn't react, so she looked around unscrupulously.

The Raksha ignored her rudely looking up and down, just swaying a glass container in her hand.

Li Sushang: "Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

She forgot that her mouth was still gaged, and what she said was completely incomprehensible. Sushang looked embarrassed, but fortunately, the cell was dim and no one could tell.

She winked at the woman and motioned to her to help remove the rag from her mouth.

The Raksha woman retracted his gaze and remained indifferent. Sushang blinked again and again, she turned a blind eye, and didn't bother to move.

Li Sushang: ‘This woman--

Sushang had an inspiration and made a move to kick the coffin.

She had just lifted her locked legs, and the flames suddenly went out for a moment, and her tongue was relieved.

No matter how bright the fire was, Sushang looked at the Raksha by the wall, she looked to still be in her original posture.

However, this time she looked at her with a hint of impatience in her eyes.

Raksha: "What do you want?" "Are you a man?"

The two questioned at the same time, and they were taken aback at the same time.

The Raksha people kept their mouths silent, and the right to acquiesce. Sushang's mouth couldn't stop:

Li Sushang: "Me? I didn't think about anything, I just asked you to help remove the gage. Thanks, you are a good person, just a bit...feminine."

Li Sushang: "This girl accepts your kindness and will repay you in the future. When my luck breaks the shackles away, I will help you-where are your shackles?!"

Unlike Li Sushang, who had been gagged with her hands and feet shackled, this Raksha man didn't have any restraints on his body.

Not only that, he even sat on a well-decorated chair, holding a glass in his hand, sipping a red liquid, and looking very chic.

Li Sushang: "You... aren't you a prisoner?"

The Raksha man didn't say a word, he stood up, his chair and cup melted into flames like snow and mist.

Li Sushang: "Yi Yi Yi Yi Huh ...... demon, witchcraft! Monster ah!"

Li Sushang's face was earthy.

Although she wasn’t afraid of heights, she fears ghosts and gods. This trick from the Raksha frightened her so much that she couldn't take care of the face of the heroine.

The cry was sharp and long, and it reverberated throughout the prison, but no one responded, no one came to check it out.

The Raksha waited until she finished yelling, and then waited for her to look at her shadow reflected by the small flames, before saying:

Raksha: "no."

Sushang thought for a while and realized that this was the answer to her question.

Li Sushang: "What's no? Not a monster? Oh, you said you are not a prisoner. Huh? Then why are you locked up here? No, you lied to me—"

Raksha: “……”

The Raksha people are noncommittal, and it was difficult to say whether they understood her or not. Sushang peeked at the man, marveling at his beauty, and felt that he wasn’t a wicked person. She believed in her mind without knowing it, and came up with many ideas about the history of this Raksha.

Li Sushang: "Were you also caught by the Golden Sand Gang? No, these people are so bad, how can they not fetter the prisoners?"

Li Sushang: "Are you a guest of "Eagle"? So they are so polite to you... that's not right, there was no reason to leave me here."

Raksha: “……”

Li Sushang: "Could it be...you thinking the same idea as me?"

Li Sushang: "Right? I guessed it right, right?"

The Raksha shrugged, there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth:

Raksha: "I'm not you, how can I know what you think."

Li Sushang: "Um... Then I'll tell you."

The girl mumbled to herself:

Li Sushang: "You know that the gang above is called the Golden Sand Gang. They are big bad guys.

Li Sushang: "This girl had been ordered by her master to eradicate this group of evil. So-called heroes should punish evil and return justice and peace to the world... Well, that's what storytellers say."

She cleared her throat and glanced at the Raksha man shyly, only to see the latter staring at her with interest, suddenly a little happy, unconsciously straightened her back, and her tone more serious.

Li Sushang: "The Golden Sand Gang was just a small bandit group, not to be afraid. But a guy named 'Eagle' became their leader."

Li Sushang: "This person wasn’t easy. Master said that he was a Lianjiazi, and his skill was good. If that weren't the case, Master wouldn't send me on this trip."

Li Sushang: "On the one hand, this trip was to eliminate one harm to the people of the Northern Desert; on the other hand, it was also to test my skills."

These words were exaggerated, causing Sushang to feel a little guilty. But seeing that the Raksha listened patiently, there was no objection. The girl was in a good mood, and she felt that this blond stranger was a very good chat partner.

Li Sushang: "Our free martial arts is called "Taixu Jianqi". It is the unique skill of the legendary Celestial. Looking at the whole arena, it is also the deepest martial arts."

Li Sushang: "Taixu Sword Qi has five aggregates: Heart, Shape, Mind, Soul, and God. To tell you the truth, this girl's heart, shape and soul have achieved a little success~ ... but it’s blocked by Xuanyuan Sword’s Intent. I can't pass this level."

Li Sushang: "Even master doesn't know the sword’s intent, but my mother knows it; she said, ‘But it is in harmony with Xuanyuan's mind, and the sword's intent is self-contained.’ But it's just a sword, where does the mind come from? I’ve ask it for more than ten years, and it has never paid attention to me, even if it says yes. Well, I really want to ask to understand, but I haven't been home for a long time..."

Li Sushang: "Ah, I haven't told you that the Xuanyuan Sword is... er, forget it, it's hard to explain... My sword was snatched by the gang, but you don't have to worry, I will get it back soon. As for how to get it. ——”

Li Sushang: "This girl has her own tricks!"

The girl spoke up, her eyes gleaming. Although her words jumped extremely fast and the logic was extremely chaotic, the Raksha listened with gusto.

Li Sushang: "I, I have learned swordsmanship from master for ten years. I am ashamed, except for my master, I haven't tried it with a master. The mother often said that practicing with swords and using swords are two different things, but I didn't think it was so mysterious."

Li Sushang: "Don't be fooled by my young age, I'm actually very good. I just defeated four men without killing any of them. It's not easy, you have to be very careful to grasp the strength~"

Raksha: "If you don't kill, how can you defeat the Golden Sand Gang?"

Raksha's question was answered in a perfect way, even if his Chinese dialect wasn’t to standard, Sushang didn't care.

Li Sushang: "Well... there’s... people...you should kill as well. Killing one person can save a hundred people, that's also a good thing... right."

Li Sushang: "But, I haven't killed anyone before, and I always feel a little...worried. That's a life! If it is possible, I hope to kill less..."

Li Sushang: "So, I hope I can bring down the guy named "Eagle" directly. Without him the gang will naturally dissipate, and it doesn't make much sense to entangle with you too much."

Raksha: "Um."

The Rakshasa person responded, but Sushang thought he was also having a chat, and his brows were immediately excited.

Li Sushang: "I'm telling you-whoops!"

She forgot that there were still shackles on her wrists, and her arms were painful when she split her hands.

The "Jieqi San" given to her by the Golden Sand Gang was indeed a kind of poison. Her lower dantian was turbulent, but she can't flow into her meridians all the time, and her deep internal strength was completely useless.

——But what the girl learned was "Taixu Jianqi". This unique skill of True Immortal was different from the thousands of exercises on the rivers and lakes.

The ordinary internal strength exercises the Dantian, which stores the true qi. "Taixu Jianqi" wasn’t limited to this.

The person who has acquired the "Sword Heart" could regard the heaven and the earth as the pubic area, and the flesh as the meridian. The "Chi", which was regarded as the origin of "Martial Art", didn’t have to hide.

Therefore, in Li Sushang's view, although the blockade of Xia Dantian was a little inconvenient, it wasn’t a matter of importance.

Li Sushang: "Oh, it's inconvenient to speak like this. I'll work to remove the shackles first--"

Raksha: "Let me do that for you."

As soon as the voice left his lips, Sushang only felt that the weight on her hands and feet was gone, and the two extremely hard iron fetters had been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Li Sushang: "you you……"

Li Sushang was speechless for a while. Since seeing this Raksha  there have been too many things that surprised her.

Since he can use the demon method to obliterate the chair and glass, it should make sense to be able to turn iron shackles into shards ... ! ! !

It didn’t stop her from re-examining the weird man with a coffin in front of her. Is "he" a hidden master? Sushang didn't believe it.

The martial arts master in her mind was the master, mother, or her future self. The Raksha man in front of her was too far away from the image of the master in her imagination.

However, he does have some extraordinary abilities...

while she was thinking about it, the Raksha spoke abruptly:

Raksha: "What's your trick?"

Li Sushang: "Uh, uh...huh?"

Raksha: "Your plan."

Li Sushang: "Oh, I..."

For some reason, after the Raksha showed this hand, she suddenly became less confident in herself.

Li Sushang: "I... I wanted to get into the camp of the gang, and then choose the opportunity to challenge 'Eagle'."

Li Sushang: "But...Oh, I lied to you, but things didn't go so well. I was thinking of luck to break shackles, going out to find my sword, and then...think of another step. There was no trick, I...I just don't want to...I...I couldn't tell."

The girl's voice became softer and softer.

Raksha: "Can you win?"

Li Sushang: "what?"

Raksha: "when you said challenging eagle."

Li Sushang: "...Well, I think so."

Raksha: "Okay, let's go."

Li Sushang: "Now?"

Raksha: "wasn't this your plan?"

Li Sushang: "Yes, but..."

Sushang lowered her head, and whispered somewhat regretfully and somewhat embarrassedly:

Li Sushang: "It's midnight now... How can heroes find someone to compete at night? It's too unfair..."

Raksha: "Being upright..."

Raksha person chewed the word.

Raksha: "Does it mean the daytime? When everyone is there, are you going to challenge that eagle?"

Li Sushang: "Um!"

Li Sushang responded vigorously.

Raksha: "I have a doubt."

Li Sushang: "Please say."

Raksha: "During the day, is open and honest, and that eagle is guarded by a hundred men. Will he take up your challenge?"

Li Sushang: "Of course he will. These are the rules of the world! He..."

Li Sushang thought for a while and sighed.

Li Sushang: "...You have a point."

Raksha: "So during the day it’s impossible. If you want to win, you can only do it during the night."

Li Sushang: "……Um."

Raksha: "I heard an old saying in China: "Fish, what I want; bear's paw, also what I want." It means that the two are mutually exclusive and it is difficult to choose."

Raksha: " 'Fright and honest', is the fish. 'Punishing evil, hoeing evil', is the bear's paw."

Raksha: "If you want to be upright, there is no way to punish evil.  You can't have both, and the one who gives up the fish and takes the bear's paw."

Li Sushang: “……”

Raksha's hands danced lightly in the air, and the movements were extremely chic.

Raksha: "Then, let's go, miss?"

Li Sushang: "Hey... good."

The Rakshasa smiled slightly, and the flames in the air disappeared.

...No, the flame was still there.

The fire was  moving instantaneously, suddenly appearing in the hands of the Raksha. It grew larger and larger and larger. The fire was like...like...

A sword?

Sushang stared blankly at the Raksha's "Demon Technique". When she came back to her senses, the flame had died down and the prison door had been broken. The smell of smoke was left in the nose.

Raksha: "Please."

Li Sushang: “……”

Li Sushang walked forward honestly, stopped short of walking, turned his head and said bitterly:

Li Sushang: "You taught me to do bad things, you... you are a bad Raksha."

Raksha: "what,"

The Rakshasa sighed, and there was no shame in his voice.

Raksha: "maybe."

In the darkness, Sushang couldn't see his expression clearly,but his voice was inexplicably sad.

Raksha: "What I want to do, good or bad, is indefinable."

Black screen 

Earlier, there were only two bandits guarding the black prison.

One of them politely sent the Raksha into the prison, and turned around and said that he was sick.

"Is that a human? That's a monster! Have you seen a talking lantern? I won't go, nor will I go to death."

Hearing what he said, like a foreigner in a prison, made him more afraid than "eagle".

The most surprising thing is that when "Eagle" heard about this, he didn't get angry.

"The slavers will come in a few days. Just send more people." As soon as he "sent", he added a dozen people and sent a dozen swords.

The newcomer was trembling and settling down in prison, but nothing happened. A group of people disappeared from fear and laughed at the first two jailers. Smiling back and forth, the bandits didn’t dare to be careless, and consciously divided into two shifts day and night, making sure that at least five people guarded the dungeon gate at all times. At this time, the five hapless guys still don't know what happened inside.

It's strange tonight. After the little girl who angered the gang leader was sent to the prison, there was no sound from inside. Complete silence-dead silence.

No voices, no noise, nothing.

The guards didn't notice the strange sound, but smelled a strange smell: it was a paste smell. It seems that the smell of something burning was getting stronger and stronger. The five people drew their swords and gathered at the door.

"Will you go down?" A guard whispered to everyone's opinions.

Before he could reply, the door exploded.

The last thing the five people saw was a red tongue of fire.

Black screen 

Sword Dance under the Moon

It was late at night, but  "Eagle" wasn’t sleepy.

The living room of the dilapidated post was brightly lit, and light and shadow divided the yard outside the hall into two.

"Eagle" stood in the courtyard. His eight most trusted subordinates stood by, watching him dance their swords.

"Eagle" wasn’t a swordsman, nor was he proficient in kendo. He was originally a member of the army, but he learned swordsmanship.

The two swords seem to be the same, but in fact they are completely different. The so-called "Xuanyuan".  The sword goes slanting forward, and KitKat was ever-changing;

The sword learner always uses swordsmanship all the way, and vice versa. Therefore, although the "Eagle" dances a sword, it actually dances a sword.

The reason why he had this Xuanyuan is also because the sword was really gratifying. He had never seen such a perfect sword!

Sword moves across the screen 

"Eagle" drags his sword in his hand and walks quickly. Suddenly the wrist trembles, and three sword flowers dance.

It seems to be full of ink. Where the sword goes, dark gray lines were left in the air, like a freehand calligraphy. This is exactly the beauty of the sword pattern, which is extremely wishful.

The "Eagle" stabs sharply with a sharp sword, and Kuer pulls out the strength in his wrist. The sword body didn’t move, and the sword's edge trembled slightly and buzzed.

This fits the toughness of the sword body, both rigidity and softness.

When the sword was retracted, it slowed down again, until it seemed to stand still. The blade reaches to the chest, and the coolness is full and shining. This was exactly what the sword light was, and the cold light penetrated the bones.

The "Eagle" couldn't help but laugh, and pulled a piece of hair above the blade. When he let go, the hair was cut in two. This is exactly the advantage of the blade, blowing hair and cutting hair.

Combining the above four in one, this sword can be called an infinite weapon.

Eagle: "Valueless, priceless..."

"Eagle" murmured.

"Eagle" wasn’t a person who loves and collects swords. Even if he speaks of praise, it was nothing more than a bandit's judging the spoils.

The person who knows the goods meets the saber on the little girl, and he must get the money of the whole country.

But he was a warrior after all. Since ancient times, the famous sword had been like a beautiful jade, and everyone who wins it will admire it.

"Eagle" decided to keep it. This has nothing to do with gold and silver, but a manifestation of identity.

After all, a character like him naturally has a commensurate weapon.

The Golden Sand Gang leader looked at Li Sushang's "Xuanyuan" from left to right, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Li Sushang: "Do you like my sword that much?"

Eagle: “！！！！！”

The "Eagle" was shocked and instinctively retreated six feet away.

The scene before him made him unbelievable. The eight men were lying on the ground, all unconscious.

And the girl he ordered to be taken into the black prison himself, blinked at him. What happened! ?!?

...If this was a joke, then he will take the mastermind off to feed the horse.

But the girl looked fearless, spreading her hands to him:

Li Sushang: "Here, you've had enough of it, so it's time to return it to me."

Eagle: "...What did you say!"

"Eagle" was already distraught, but the girl's speech made him even more irritable.

He doesn't like the feeling of being confused about the situation, and he wanted to regain control of the situation.

Eagle: "...How did you escape?"

Li Sushang: "Oh, it was a Raksha who helped me...Huh, how about others?"

The girl turned her head, turned back, and looked around.

Eagle: ‘※※, damn Raksha!’

"Eagle" cursed himself viciously in his mind. If you were aware of the "hazard", it would be fine to deal with it promptly.

It is precisely because everyone was afraid of disasters that disasters often cause problems.

"Eagle" regretted not paying attention to the weird Raksha, but at this moment, regret was no longer helpful.

He stepped back quietly, creating a safe distance for dialogue. This was actually unnecessary, because he was the one holding the sword. ... but it wasn’t Sushang eagle was the most worried about.

At this moment, the moon star is scarce. The shadows reflected by the pulsating candlelight danced wildly on the bluestone ground, and it was a good time to solve the problem.

Eagle: "Where is that Raksha?...Where is he?"

Li Sushang: "I have no idea."

The girl was telling the truth, she seems to have no idea what lies are.

Li Sushang: "He was behind me, before suddenly disappearing."

This was really the worst answer. In fact, "Eagle" didn't pay attention to Sushang at all. No matter how good the opponent's martial arts is, it was impossible for him to lose to such a straightforward child.

From beginning to end, he regarded that Raksha man as the biggest risk factor tonight. And not being able to grasp that person's movements made him lose anxious.

The Raksha may have gone far away, or may still be hiding somewhere, waiting for an opportunity-but no matter what it was, he’d always had a thorn in his heart. He wouldn’t feel at ease unless he took him out.

Li Sushang: "Hey, don't look for him, your opponent now is me."

The girl retracted her hand that had been outstretched, holding a fist in her arms.

Li Sushang: "I have to take back the sword~ Freedom disciple Li Sushang, please enlighten me!"

She put on a posture by speaking a set of words that were totally inconsistent with the present.

Before the "eagle" could react, the girl's figure suddenly approached in front of her.

When he said it was too late, he felt a pain in his forearm, and the sword dropped from his hand.

Eagle: "you--"

Another palm to the chest. The "Eagle" staggered back a few steps, hurriedly adjusting his breath, but his internal organs were tumbling endlessly and it was difficult to calm down.

Eagle "……you!"

This palm didn't use internal force, but it was heavy. After all, it didn't hurt the internal organs. But the girl's light-handed skills are rare in the life of "Eagle".

The "Eagle" was frightened and left the Raksha behind, and decided to re-evaluate the opponent who was only sixteen years old.

Black screen 

A word is settled

Li Sushang leaned down, bent her left knee close to the ground, and touched the ground lightly with her four or five fingers. If someone noticed her appearance at that moment, it would have been ridiculous to think about it, right?

However, with the speed of Li Sushang's body, the dynamic vision of a mortal simply cannot capture this weird starting position. This move wasn’t too virtual sword energy, but a light effort passed down by the Li family: "Flying Yan Gong."

The green shadow flashed, and Li Sushang had already hit the "Eagle".

She was the first to strike with a hand knife.

She hit the "Eagle" wrist with her right hand and shot down "Xuanyuan", then slapped the man's heart with a backhand like lightning, shaking it away.

A familiar sense of peace of mind flows through the heart. It feels good to hold the sword again.

Li Sushang shook her sword and smiled brilliantly at "Eagle":

Li Sushang: "Thanks."

Although her tone was sincere and lovely, it was a great humiliation to "Eagle". For many years in the Northern Desert, he had never been so frustrated.

Black screen 

The "Eagle" had a killing heart, and there is a surging desire for revenge as they rise together.

He not only wanted to kill Li Sushang, but also caused her to die miserably.

Maintaining the posture of facing the enemy, the leader of the Golden Sand Gang energized him and truly regarded the girl in front of him as a "strong enemy."

This was war.

Not a contest, not a duel, but war.

The scale is extremely small and the purpose is simple, but it was war.

Therefore, this place was the battlefield where the "Eagle" was the best, and now it was the wartime where the "Eagle" was the most used to. Within a few seconds, his mind turned turbulent, and he had already calculated all the disadvantages, advantages and variables.

One disadvantage was the "difference in strength."

"Eagle" was very clear, and wasn’t ashamed to admit this: The little girl in front of him was far above him, both in internal and external strength. Even stronger than any Jianghu people he knew.

The huge power gap was like heaven and earth, laid the end of this competition from the beginning-if it was just a competition.

There are two variables, namely "unknown things".

Just now, the two palms didn’t use internal force, was the "cutting Qi San" still in effect? The two escaped from the dungeon. Was the "Raksha" still near?

These two unknown issues could also affect the outcome of this fight. If they were included in the worst consideration, the "Eagle" could be said to have no chance of winning even if it was indeed a bet.

...The situation was so bad, the odds of winning were almost zero. But the "Eagle" still retains absolute confidence in winning. Because, he also counts "advantages".

There are three advantages.

Eagle: ``Hahahahahaha--''

The man smiled cheerfully.

Eagle: "Amazing! Little girl, good work!"

Eagle: "It should be said that I underestimated you; or when I am old, I should serve the old... Grab something from my hand, hehe, 100,000 Raksha ghosts were unable do that back then."

Li Sushang: "Oh...Thank you, but this was originally mine. I didn't rob you of anything, it's called the original owner."

Eagle: "Hahahahahaha……"

The man couldn't help laughing.

Eagle: "Since the sword returned to the original owner, why don't you leave?"

Li Sushang: "I haven't beaten you yet, so I can't go."

Eagle: “……”

Eagle: "So... you came to kill me."

Li Sushang: "No, no, I haven't figured that out yet...you could be killed or not. But you owe me a slap in the face, and you have to get it back honestly."

Eagle: "Ah."

"Eagle" let out a sneer.

This was one of the advantages: "experience". Compared with his old world, Li Sushang's social experience was almost nothing. She didn't find the clues buried in the words of the "eagle" at all, she could only step into the trap step by step without knowing it.

The second advantage: "Individuality." "Eagle" had tasted failure. In order to win, he could do everything. Li Sushang was a stupid little fool. Fairness and justice still occupy a very high position in her heart.

Making full use of these two advantages and relying on the third advantage. Made another bet on variables. The "Eagle" believes that the scale of "victory" was bound to lean toward it.

Eagle: "Frankly... well, I mean it too. Then, girl, let's take a gamble."

Li Sushang: "Gambling is bad...but I'm listening."

Eagle: "Haha, yes."

Eagle: "Let's do just as you wish, and we will compete in a fair and fair manner. It's just a fist, no weapon. I lose, and the head of the item is for you; if you lose, the sword stays."

Li Sushang: "That won't work."

Li Sushang: "I promised Niangjian not to leave her body. That's good, I'm going to lose, and I will give you the head. Fair, right?"

Eagle: ”……”

"Eagle" was taken aback, then laughed:

Eagle: "Fair! Hahahahaha, it's fair, damn fair!"

Li Sushang: "Hmm... is it settled?"

Eagle: "A word is definite."

Li Sushang: "Um."

With a throw of Li Sushang's hand, Xuanyuan's sword plunged straight into the ground, leaving only the hilt standing abruptly on the ancient bluestone.

Li Sushang: "You let me first? I'm younger than you."

While speaking, Sushang had already turned her sword heart, and her heart was like still water.

Black screen

Tiger Roar and Feiyan

The breeze was blowing at night, and the silver moon was hanging high.

Under the moonlight, a layer of shadow was shaken off, and the second layer of heavy phase was reflected by the jumping candlelight.

The shadows were distorted and changed in all kinds of appearances.

In contrast, the shadow’s owners were motionless.

Sushang imitates a sword with her left hand and a fist with her right hand; this is the "waning moon" of the sword-shaped starting hand of Taixu. And her first hand, she had decided to be the sixth form of the Li family's "Thirteen Swallows": Swifts return.

Her back straightened proudly, and she was enjoying the first formal contest in her life. The dancing candlelight illuminates the young girl in the dark night, making her figure much taller.

The man on the opposite side leaned slightly, bending his spine, legs and arms. This posture is the masterpiece of the Luo family in Hedong, "the roar of the tiger shakes the sky."

If there were martial artists here, they would probably wonder why the Golden Sand Gang leader knew the martial arts of the Hedong school? However, Sushang who had no experience in the rivers and lakes didn’t know this kind of thing.

The man and the girl stood facing each other, motionless, tempting each other. Silent for a while, the moonlight of the night enveloped this small courtyard.

Black screen 

Does the Oriental always have such a silence before the duel?

... Both of them were trying to find each other's flaws, but a third person felt a little impatient.

???: "Shenzhou people's thoughts..."

This person was playing with a small cross in his hand,

???: "...really takes some time to figure it out."

He threw the cross into the air and watched it melt like into a fog.

——At the same time, Sushang suddenly took the initiative to attack.

After a long standoff, the "Eagle" finally revealed his flaws.

The timing was only a moment: his breathing paused extremely briefly, and this pause made the movement of Zhen Qi stagnate. The form of tiger roar dissipated immediately.

Eagle: --Oops!’

Li Sushang: ……!”

Li Sushang didn’t let go of this opportunity, she had already stepped forward--!

——The strength of the soft fist was like a breeze, and the strength of the cunjin's palm was like thunder!

Snapped! The sound of a slap in the face.

The "Eagle" staggered back, blood running down the corner of his mouth.

He took several mouthfuls, and the salty and bitter liquid mixed with broken teeth fell onto the bluestone floor.

Li Sushang: "This is the first slap to the face~"

The girl grinned and said:

Li Sushang: "Be careful, I'm going for the second one."

Eagle: “…………”

The "Eagle" was furious.

Only then did his qi go wrong, he lost all his qi in just a few breaths, and the girl caught the flaw and slapped him. Although it didn't hurt much, this mistake has made him lose face.

And Li Sushang still hadn't been ruthless, which made him feel more humiliated while he was more sure about the "variables."

He hadn't used the "Tiger Roar Technique" for a long time, and now he picks it up again, it was inevitable that he was a little rusty.

Li Sushang: "Come again!"

Sushang used "swallows to blow the curtain" again, and instantly disappeared.

When they were still in the air, the two had already made three moves. Evenly matched, no one had the upper hand.

The girl landed gracefully, and "Qi Jian•Wan Yue" reappeared.

The tiger roar surprised Sushang. The tiger roar of Luo's house in Hedong was known for its sturdiness. With the light and ever-changing Thirteen Swallows, each was good at winning. But Sushang was only tied with the "Eagle", which in itself was an incredible failure.

Li Sushang: “……why?”

"Eagle" won the bet: Since the self-due fight started, Li Sushang really couldn't use her true energy. She inherited the family's thirteen styles of vertical swallows in the form of a Taixu Qijian, just to verify this.

Li Sushang: “That medicine shouldn’t work for me…”

In terms of internal strength, the "Taixu Jianqi" was unique in the world.

Each faction in Shenzhou had its own unique mindset. However, it was always a practice of calligraphy. If true qi was compared to water, ordinary internal strength is a tool for cultivating and holding water, continuously increasing its capacity. It requires repeated hard training without mentioning it, and the progress was extremely slow, and there was a risk of exceeding the body's load.

The "Tai Xu Jian Qi" was fundamentally different from other exercises.

"Jianxin" cultivates "plank road" instead of "container". To draw true energy from all things in the world, let the internal force in the human body be like living water in the stream, come and go freely, and flow as desired.

This alternative method was created by the Celestial of the Taixu lineage. Although magical, but extremely restrictive.

For example, when men practice Taixu Jianqi, most of them are obstructed in the middle way, and it’s difficult to make progress. Non-talented teenagers cannot practice this marvelous skill.

Women who practice Taixu Jianqi often get twice the result with half the effort; they are those with mediocre talents, who have learned better than the best among men.

Sushang's master could be called the strongest swordsman in the past. The young girls taught by her have extraordinary accomplishments.

But, now it’s a situation where internal forces have been banned——

A series of heavy punches hit Sushang.

Relying on her extraordinary reaction power and intuition, Li Sushang may flash or block, and resolve the "Eagle" fists one by one.

Li Sushang: ‘This man isn’t weak in martial arts... but I will win.’

The bandits who had fought against each other before were just those who relied on brute force to use their swords, but the "Eagle" was not. This person not only had the right way to advance and retreat in combat, but also knows how to use true energy to strengthen the strength of his fist. Obviously, he had extraordinary internal skills.

But even if she couldn't use Zhen Qi, Sushang still had an absolute advantage. The strength of the body tempered by the sword heart was far beyond that of an ordinary people, and the sword shape was the best advanced martial arts in the world.

"Shoujian·Weeping Willow"! Ren Dahan made heavy fists like rain, and Li Sushang could block him with just one sword guard.

Despite this, the Fist of Tiger Roar continued to strike, like a violent wind and huge waves beating endlessly. The girl slowly backed away, imitating a sword with her hand, and using soft power to dissolve the invisible steel fist.

Li Sushang: ‘Hey hey...this one is called eagle, isn't he tired?’

Eagle: "Hey."

The leader of the Sand bandits seemed to be totally ignorant of fatigue, and even though his fist was completely blocked by Sushang's long and gentle strength like a weeping willow, he never stopped the offensive.

Tao Tao fist shadow hit Li Sushang.

At this moment, there was no inner strength protection. If she was hit by this heavy blow, her body will be like rotten yuba, and be easily broken.

Li Sushang: ‘No, there is no loophole in the guarding sword shape.’

The thought flicked across Li Sushang's heart lake, and it was wiped away in an instant, without even a trace of waves.

Li Sushang: ‘The way of fist has been roughly figured out, and the six-style guarding sword is more than enough. ...but this person will inevitably exhaust himself if he exhausts his energy in such an empty state.’

Such a simple truth, "Eagle" shouldn’t understand. But why didn't he make a change and still attack blindly?

Li Sushang: ‘Hey, wait a minute…’

Li Sushang was unwilling to make a rash move because of the limitation of her internal strength.

She is looking for an opportunity, waiting for a flaw.

Flaw

"Eagle" was also looking for an opportunity, for this, he intends to take the initiative to expose flaws.

The flaws were also easy to find, just on their own cheeks.

"Eagle" had already figured out the girl's temperament, and if she didn't ask for that "slap", the girl's target of attack would never turn elsewhere.

If the enemy's intention was known, the intention was no longer a life gate, but a life-saving talisman.

While attacking with full force, the "Eagle" only needs to guard the top of the shoulder. At the same time, he was struggling with life and death, but his pressure was much lighter than Li Sushang.

Of course, he didn't plan to fulfill any "gambling contract", Xuanyuan would stay, and Li Sushang's life would be forfeit. For this reason, what’s one more slap?

From the beginning, this was an unequal battle.

The "Eagle" did everything possible and exhausted his housekeeping skills. The purpose was not to injure the enemy, but to get close to the place where the ancient sword "Xuanyuan" was located.

As soon as the two sides fought, the "Eagle" knew that this girl was young but her skills were appallingly deep.

Not to mention the strength and the speed , but this was the skill of changing moves freely under the tiger's roar, and it could be counted as a first-class player in the martial arts.

For this alone, he was far from it.

If you continue to fight for a long time, you will undoubtedly lose. ——If you follow the rules.

"Eagle" wasn’t a person who obeys the rules. What he wants is not to win, but to conquer.

This was the third advantage: "purpose." The same was "victory." The "victory" of the "Eagle" was completely different from the "victory" of Li Sushang.

What the girl pursued was the victory of "competition." What the "Eagle" wants is the victory of the "war."

"Victory"... means getting what you want, destroying what you want to destroy. So Li Sushang obeyed the rules. The "Eagle" uses rules. Use the opponent's "target" to protect oneself, use one’s own "flaws" to lure the enemy, and then use that sharp "sword" to kill.

This was the trap set by the "Eagle". So far, every step has met his expectations,

The layout is perfect.

Sushang receded slowly, but from the lighter movements and expressions, he judged that the girl had become accustomed to her own boxing.

The scale of victory and defeat won’t always lean towards one side, and the weight that symbolizes superiority changes all the time.

The result of this battle must be determined within a few seconds.

He kept pushing, approaching the "Xuanyuan"...

The sword was inserted on the bluestone ground beside him. At his fingertips...

"Eagle" released his left hand. The layout has been completed and the net is ready to be closed.

Black screen 

Go together

The development of this competition so far is quite different from Li Sushang's original expectation.

The anticipation of the magical skills, see tricks and dismantle tricks, you come and I haven't seen a trace. Some are just like intense and monotonous attacks like raging waves, and defenses that gradually form routines.

...This wasn’t the contest Li Sushang wanted.

Her eyes have adapted to the "Eagle" boxing skills. From the "Sword Heart" to the present, the tiger roar shakes the sky and there is also a way to counteract it.

The most recent "flaw" appeared at this moment.

The "Eagle"'s right fist was a fictitious move, with no power to speak of. But this false move was neither deceiving the enemy nor defensive. Instead, it left her with plenty of time to adjust, and it was really a faint without a tail.

Sushang has been waiting for this short gap for a long time. One type of "Huajian•Yunying" turned from defense to offense, and immediately changed the trick of "Open Sword• Instant Dust" to pierce the "Eagle"'s throat.

Taixu Jianqi, the sword was not virtual. 

If there was a sword in hand, this move should be a fierce sword style that instills true energy and takes the key points of the enemy's throat.

With Li Sushang's superb speed, the opponent had no other way except to forcibly take this sword. She refers to the sword, and is also ready to deal with the "eagle" change.

But the "Eagle" does not block or avoid it. Not only that, his entire upper body opened wide, and there were flaws everywhere.

Li Sushang: ‘what--!?’

Sushang was shocked, which wasn’t what she expected.

If an enemy takes the initiative to reveal a flaw, he will either give up resistance or be determined to fight to the death. The closer to victory, the more dangerous it was. People are always able to make unexpected moves at the juncture of life and death.

But in Sushang's mind, there was only a panic:

Li Sushang: ‘Do you want to kill him…’

"Shine Chen" is extremely fast, and there is no more leisure time for her to think. The sword was not virtual. If the "Eagle" doesn't respond, it will be buried here.

At the moment of his death, Li Sushang suddenly understood: In fact, he had never been prepared.

She didn't have the awareness of sword testing, battle, victory, murder... She was just a fifteen-year-old girl who thought she had stepped into the rivers and lakes, but she didn't even know that the cherishment and awe of human life did not kill her.

Li Sushang: “——!”

In the face of the wicked and vicious people who are about to die under their hands... The betting on the heads of the people, the debts on the slap, were all forgotten at this moment. Li Sushang's teeth clenched tightly and chose to withdraw and call back——

The Taixu Sword Qi that was sent out abruptly retracted, and the backlash of the fingers retreated into the body, making the arm extremely painful.

In order to eliminate the force of withdrawal, she had to tap her toes lightly and use "Flying Swallows to Return to the Nest" to remove the force with the help of turning.

At this moment, her feet suddenly hissed slightly. A white light flashed in front of her eyes, splitting the space she had just been in.

Eagle: "Tsk!"

Just as Sushang withdrew her move, "Eagle"'s left hand suddenly pulled out "Xuanyuan" and slashed upwards. If the girl has never retreated, her body of flesh and blood would’ve been cut in half.

Li Sushang's benevolence said that it was right or wrong to say that it wasn’t good, but it did save her life.

Jian Han blew his face, and Li Sushang, who was in the air, saw the cruel grin that the "eagle" could not hide.

Eagle: "...You can't hide it!"

The "Eagle" rushed towards her, the Xuanyuan sword in his hand reflected a dazzling dazzling light, and suddenly fell down like lightning.

Li Sushang: ‘Is that candlelight or moonlight?’

Just before her death, Li Sushang suddenly thought.

Li Sushang: ‘Hey, that's curious, isn't it?’

The clear sword heart of ten years of practice is calm and calm. The girl who had never been in contact with death was so empty at the moment before she died.

Li Sushang: ‘Hey, I lost— not only did I lose, but I also died.’

Li Sushang: ‘You can't kill people mercilessly, and you can't pay back the debt of slap. It's really terrible to have no experience in the rivers and lakes.’

Li Sushang: ‘I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry, mother. Sushang, I--’

The girl's thoughts a\were like falling leaves, floating gently on the lake of Jianxin, arousing small ripples.

Suddenly, Sushang seemed to hear an echo in the center of the lake.

???: "……for me."

It was the voice of a woman, coming from a far, very far place...

Ah, who was it...?

Qin Suyi: "You have to live, Sushang, you have to live well... promise me."

It's mother's voice...

Qin Suyi: "promise me!"

When the girl was in a daze, her body had already acted instinctively.

Turning the rotation generated by Feiyan's homing into thrust, Sushang shot at an incredible speed.

Sushang was always proud of the speed of her body, but this finger can't even be captured in her eyes.

Like lighting... No, it is faster than lightning!

She intercepted the blade less than an inch from her body. Then, she flicked a finger.

Even when her consciousness and the sword heart was the most clear, Sushang had never been so proficient in running Taixu Jianqi. The perfection of this finger is almost comparable to Master's previous finger.

The sword broke free from the palm of the "Eagle" and rose into the air.

"Eagle" was extremely angry, and blasted Sushang out with a palm, and then rushed to receive the sword.

This time he underestimated the girl's Feiyan skill.

The girl fell on the bluestone ground, spat out blood, turned over when she bounced.

In an instant, she had already jumped into the air.

The goal of both parties is the ancient sword "Xuanyuan." Those who gain win, those who lose die.

Li Sushang: ‘...Will you help me?’

The body has been completely handed over to instinct, and the consciousness of the "girl" Li Sushang whispered:

Li Sushang: "You are my sword..."

When Xuanyuan ascended to the highest point, it paused and then fell.

Li Sushang suddenly had a very familiar feeling.

Where does she seem to have seen this situation? Why is the sword falling in front of her so gently?

………… Many years ago…………

Fingers are getting closer and closer to the hilt. The sound of the sword clank was ringing in Sushang's mind. At this moment, Li Sushang believed that she had understood the "sword intent."

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Eagle: "I won!"

What Sushang heard was the words of death.

Eagle: "Go to hell, little girl--"

Li Sushang: “…………”

This time, the despair and frustration are better than ever. Sushang wasn’t afraid of death. But the pain of gaining hope before losing it, climbing to the top but falling again, was accompanied by immense regret sinking into her body, groaning and trembling endlessly.

"--Do not!"

Even if she was cut in half, instinct was still unwilling to admit defeat.

The extremely gloomy consciousness pushed Sushang's sword to hit the enemy with a mortal determination to die together.

At this moment, Sushang who knew and accepted her "death" finally got the belated share...

"consciousness".

Black screen 

"It's you"

"Eagle" wasn't a swordsman, but a soldier. What he uses wasn’t swordsmanship, but military  swordsmanship.

Therefore, when he holds the handle backhand, he would always turn his wrist habitually so that the side of the blade is facing forward, facing the enemy.

But tonight- tonight, the transition between victory and defeat, life and death was only a moment, and a wonderful idea emerged in the "Eagle"'s mind. 

This idea took root and sprouted unknowingly when he danced his sword.

Eagle: ‘Swordsmanship and swordsmanship should be different…’

This is just an idea, but it is lingering. This was just an idea, but it prompted the "Eagle" to give up the habit of turning wrists at the critical moment of life and death.

This saved him an instant of time. Without this moment, he would have died before the blade cut the girl's body.

The girl's sword came straight to his head as fast as electricity.

The "Eagle" held the hilt of the sword and picked it up with his back. A sword was different from a scimitar. The sword had double edges, regardless of front and back. In this way, it is only a momentary difference, but the results are quite different.

The sword shaving like mud flicked across the moonlight. Jianfeng gently touched, penetrated, and bid farewell to the girl's body, dividing her into two. It's as easy as cutting a piece of thin paper.

Her gaze froze somewhere in the void, no longer moving; the deadly hand knife also lost all its strength and stagnated.

"Eagle" killed the girl and took her sword. Although hard and cruel, it was a victory after all.

-It should be so.

But when the point of the sword was about to stab Li Sushang's waist, the "eagle"'s true energy suddenly disappeared.

The tyrannical internal strength that he had cultivated over the years was gone, as if he had never been born. No matter how he drives, there is no response in the empty meridians.

Eagle: "impossible--"

The cold current named fear instantly flows through the blood vessels of the "eagle".

Eagle: "Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible Impossible"

There i\was absolutely no problem with his inner breath and qi, and he was also sure that he would never get caught up in it at this time. However, things just happened, when he was about to win.

This was the second time tonight that all internal strength has been lost. The "Eagle" suddenly understood something, but it was too late...

Weak hands can't even hold the hilt. The girl who "Xuanyuan" slid through the air was embedded in a wound that was deeply visible, and she was out of his grasp.

The girl's sword hit his cheek. Accompanied by the sound of slaps and bone cracks, there was great pain and unwillingness.

Eagle: “Why?”

Darkness rushed to hug him from the shattered half of the skull, but he tried his best to resist... His eyes turned frantically, searching for...

Eagle: “why----!?”

He saw. Far away, in the drawing room of the broken post, in front of his favorite chair, a man stood.

Eagle: “Raksha…”

Beside this man, a coffin stood quietly.

Eagle: “It's you……”

The man looked at him in the distance. The candlelight flickered, and he struggled to look around, trying to see the man’s expression clearly--

Eagle: “It's you! ! ! ! ! !”

His thinking only had time to get here. The anger had just risen, before the darkness grabbed him and took him away.

Black screen 

Abyss Flower

Fatigue and pain poured into the body like a tide, seeming to remind Sushang that she had regained control of her body. ......It's just that the way of reminding is too cruel.

Li Sushang: "It hurts……"

The mouth was full of salty blood, so bitter that she doubted life. Was it possible that the internal organs were damaged? ...The waist cut by the sword shrank like a signal of pain.

Although Sushang couldn’t avoid being accompanied by injuries, it was the first time for a girl to suffer such a severe injury.

‘If this is the taste of victory... then victory is really bitter.’ Li Sushang was thinking wildly, couldn't help but chuckle, then grinned in pain.

Li Sushang: "Hey, Raksha...are you there?"

The girl raised her voice with difficulty, and asked the moon in the sky.

No one answered, only the sound of footsteps pattering. Click, click. From far to near, someone came over.

Li Sushang: "Hey... it's you, right?"

Li Sushang asked. Her voice was too soft, and there was another rustling in her ears, and she couldn't even hear her.

Li Sushang: "Did you help me?"

Raksha: "Do not talk."

The blond and green-eyed Raksha man knelt down on one knee beside her,

Raksha: "...Good luck, not badly hurt."

Isn't it fatal? Li Sushang wanted to ask, and consciously hid her doubts in her heart. She lay on her back calmly, peeking at the good-looking Raksha, wondering what tricks he would play.

As she expected: the Raksha opened his palms, and some golden and blue rays of light flowed out of the void, shaping into some weird thing.

Judging from Sushang's eyes, it looked like a plain white paper umbrella painted with wonderful patterns. The umbrella body is very long. Its head is tapered and very sharp.

Li Sushang: "You want to poke me with it?"

Raksha: "Do not talk."

The Raksha said again.

With long, hanging hair covering his eyes, Sushang saw a drop of water falling from the man's face, not knowing whether it was sweat or tears. The Raksha man held the pitch-black umbrella handle and pressed the tip of the umbrella against the wound on Sushang's abdomen, turning his head and saying to her:

Raksha: "It won't hurt, but it will feel a little strange... Maybe sour, maybe numb, can you hold it back?"

Sushang wanted to nod, but she affected the wound, causing a sharp pain. She had to blink her eyes.

Li Sushang: "……I believe you."

She herself didn't know if she had said it.

At the point where the tip of the umbrella touches her body, the pain of repeated pulsations gradually fades. Judging from sword heart, Sushang knew that the Raksha person was constantly pouring infuriating energy into that umbrella. This was a great consumption, and his face was sweaty.

"A person with blond hair is also blond if he sweats?" Li Sushang thought, three points ashamed, three points happy, three points shy, and one point could not help her.

Raksha: "The performance of something like this is far worse..."

Raksha person talk to himself,

Raksha: "It’ll take some time."

Li Sushang: "Um."

Li Sushang and the Raksha person didn’t speak any more.

The night wind blew gently, blowing the long golden hair of the Raksha.

There is a slight itchy sensation on her face. Li Sushang wanted to say it, but she also didn't want to.

She simply closed her eyes. Just like the Raksha said, she felt a little numbness and soreness everywhere in her body. It feels weird, but she can bear it.

Li Sushang: "Hey~"

Li Sushang recalled the twists and turns of the day.

First defeated four sand bandits, and then experienced the taste of prisoners;

Competing with the man nicknamed "Eagle", but it was quite difficult to win;

Although she severely wounded the leader of the Golden Sand Gang, she was also seriously injured.

She also met a strange foreigner who was she watching heal herself with black magic.

‘What a long day…’

After experiencing the boundary between life and death, the girl seemed to have crossed a moat. Thinking back to herself this morning, she felt like a world away.

Satisfaction and emptiness, happiness and sadness, mixed with inexplicable feelings, hovered in Li Sushang's heart.

Without realizing it, the pain gradually disappeared. The little pride that has grown up fills Sushang's heart.

Li Sushang: "Hey, you... you don't know the rules of Shenzhou, you will suffer in the future."

Li Sushang looked at the silver moon in the sky and said softly.

Li Sushang: "When the two of us compete here, outsiders can't intervene. If there were onlookers just now, you would definitely say that you don't talk about the justice of the world, you are the evil spirit. You are a stranger, don't cause trouble to yourself."

Raksha: "Okay, I won't interfere, it's okay to watch you get killed."

Li Sushang: "Wheez……"

Li Sushang: "Thank you, you are not a bad Raksha, you...you are fine."

Raksha: "Ah."

The Rakshas didn't look at her, but kept pouring true energy into the white umbrella to heal her.

Raksha: "Don't thank me, I also have something to ask you."

Li Sushang: "Huh? What's the matter."

The girl suddenly became curious,

Li Sushang: "Let's talk about it, you saved my life, no matter what it is, this girl will do her best."

Raksha: "Before in the cell, you said that your kung fu was called Taixu Jianqi, the unique skill of Immortal Celestial?"

Raksha asked casually,

Raksha: "Who is that? Why call her a Celestial?"

Li Sushang: "Because she is a real god, the kind of infinite magic. I heard that she is neither old nor dead. She has lived for thousands of years, and she still looks like a girl."

The Rakshasa settled down, and the white umbrella in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Raksha: "Do you know where she is?"

Li Sushang: "I have no idea."

Li Sushang bit her lip triumphantly.

Li Sushang: "But you asked the right person. If anyone knows the whereabouts of the Celestial in this world, then it must be my master. Did you know? The Celestial only accepted seven disciples in total, and both the master and my mother are her disciples... "

Li Sushang: "Hey, do you want to see the Celestial?"

Raksha: “……”

The Rakshasa looked at her steadily, and suddenly smiled:

Raksha: "Yes I do."

Even he himself didn't realize that this was the first time he laughed so relaxed, so natural, and so unfettered since he left the Western Regions and went to the mainland of Shenzhou.

Li Sushang didn't know his past or his pain, only that this Raksha man was smiling happily now. An impulse caught the girl. Before she could think about it,  she jumped up:

Li Sushang: "Then come with me! Let's go back to master together, and ask her to show you to the Celestial!"

Black screen

End

Heaven's Pinnicle, into the cloud step.

Heaven's Pinnicle towers above the sky, and the mountain steps stretch for a thousand feet. Looking up, you couldn't see the end of the stone steps at a glance with misty clouds hanging halfway up.

Climbing these thousands of bluestone steps, you could see a small view on the top of the peak, whose name is "Fuyun".

Regardless of the name, shape, or furnishings in the house, this Fuyun View was the same as the former residence of  Taixu Mountain in the past.

The master of this view was the head teacher of the Taixu Sect, one of the six major sects in Shenzhou today; the first disciple of the Celestial: Lin Zhaoyu, the "Light Dust Sword".

...The head was very quiet, and the road was difficult and long; if the disciples under the Taixu Clan have nothing to do, they will never go to the cloud level. Therefore, this day should be as usual, a quiet and ordinary day.

Tap, tap, tap.

But now there was an uninvited guest who knocked on the door of Fuyun Guan with a smile.

This person was dressed in a sassy outfit, carrying two swords on her back.

Although he seldom walked around the rivers and lakes, his disciples acted rather low-key; but the name of this person was almost as loud as the heads and elders of the six major sects .

She is the second disciple of the Celestial, the current master of "Ushuang's Hall" , "Ushuang Exarch"-Su Mei.

despair

The knuckles rapped on the wooden door lightly, the sound was loud and undisturbed, it was a bit crisp and nice.

[Su Mei appears]

There was no response from the room. The red-haired woman wasn’t angry, the smile on her face was always calm.

Tap, tap.

Finally, the door of the Temple opened lightly.

As if unaware of the long wait of the knocker, "Light Dust Sword" Lin Zhaoyu walked out of the house slowly, staring coldly at the former Second Junior Sister.

Su Mei: "Sister, how long has it been since you've seen me."

Su Mei smiled briskly at her, as if reuniting with a long-lost best friend after many years. Although there were many smiling faces in the world, Lin Zhaoyu was the only one who didn't know how to deal with it.

Lin Zhaoyu: "...Twenty years."

Su Mei: "Twenty years?"

"Ushuang" Su Mei thought for a while, before smiling nonchalantly:

Su Mei: "It's been that long?"

The sound floated into Lin Zhaoyu's ears, like a thin needle stuck in her heart. She couldn't help but glance at the woman in front of her.

More than ten years have passed, but Su Mei hasn't changed at all, and time seems to have stopped for her.

Her hair was still red and shiny, and her beautiful face was as smooth as fat, and it can be broken with a blow.

Her eyes...the eyes were still that big, so attractive... Her lips were so red... How many pieces of rouge paper did she use?

...Why was she? Why was it not me?

Envy filled Lin Zhaoyu's heart in an instant, and it boiled extremely quickly and froze; it was hot like ice and cold like fire.

Su Mei seemed to see through her thoughts and sighed at this moment.

Su Mei: "Oh, twenty years, I am old too."

Lin Zhaoyu: "……Is it."

The head of the Taixu Sword Sect replied lightly.

Lin Zhaoyu: "You don't need to retell the old days. You and I don't need to chat. Just say it."

Su Mei: "Well, that's fine too."

There seemed to be a trace of haze passing over Su Mei's eyes. It was fleeting, causing Lin Zhaoyu doubted her eyes.

Su Mei: "...I came to visit my Senior Sister because the little horse got a message."

Lin Zhaoyu: "Yanqing?"

Lin Zhaoyu's face changed suddenly, and she said sharply:

Lin Zhaoyu: "where is he?"

The little horse in Su Mei's mouth Was Ma Yanqing, the younger brother of the two.

This Taixu Sixth Sword had an arrogant temperament and had never been constrained by the world. This person had close contacts with Su Mei, the "Wu Shuang", and he was the envy of everyone in the martial arts. However, he suddenly announced that he would marry a big sister who was more than twenty years old, and was shocked. On the day of the wedding, he was drunk and nonsense. He was ashamed of his old name and abandoned it, which embarrassed all the guests.

Even after getting married, the deputy head of the Taixu Sword Sect rarely disappeared for a while. For most of the year, he and his horse "Night Blood" wandered around. What you do was better to hear, and was said to be "fighting chivalry and justice", and to be ugly, that is, to be "nonsense."

Up to the rich and powerful, down to the bandits... Ma Feima dared to beat anyone and everyone who dared to provoke him. This "madman" was indeed the most famous character in the Central Plains martial arts in the past ten years.

Su Mei: "Yanqing... Xiao Ma'er hates that name very much. The senior sister has not changed her words yet... Alas, the senior sister is the most old-fashioned among us."

‘No…’ Lin Zhaoyu said in her heart. ‘What he hates is the past, which is precisely the past you created.’

Zhaoyu’s thoughts sink into her heart, and there is no sound anymore. She also did not resort to words.

Lin Zhaoyu: "where is he?"

Lin Zhaoyu repeated. Su Mei met her quickly and looked away again, sighing:

Su Mei: "You know Xiao Ma'er's temperament... he has already rushed to the Gobei overnight."

Lin Zhaoyu: "Outside the Great Wall?... What is he going to do there?"

Su Mei: "Looking for the fifth sister."

Lin Zhaoyu: “——!!!”

The anger suddenly melted the ice. Lin Zhaoyu took a big step forward, and silently slipped a silver longsword into his left hand.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Su Mei...what the hell are you planning? It's been twenty years, do you think we will be fooled by you again?!"

Lin Zhaoyu: "Where does Ling Shuang live in seclusion, did you tell Yanqing and I don't know? You think she took a Xuanyuan and walked all over the Central Plains.  when the show was full of trouble?  Who helped her get away from southern Hunan? Who was going to protect her secretly? The Gobei, take care of her up and down?"

Lin Zhaoyu: "Yanqing's temperament...Hey, I know Yanqing's character and what Ling Shuang's temperament is. Even if the sky falls down tomorrow, he will not disturb Ling Shuang with such trivial things or disturb her cleansing. So. What? Are you telling me what news that Yanqing could't even spare the time to tell me?"

Su Mei: “……”

Lin Zhaoyu: "...It's still the same, Su Mei, it's the same. Yanqing is willing to listen to you, "Little Ma'er"... huh . What about you? You call him at will, pointing east to east, pointing west to west... Who is my husband? Who am I?"

Lin Zhaoyu: "Su Mei, I am telling you today. If you don't have a fellowship in your heart, then I won't be afraid to fight Ushuang!"

Su Mei: “……”

The words that have been accumulating for many years were reprimanded, but they feel unhappy. Lin Zhaoyu was satisfied with the silence of the other party, but was surprised at her silence.

The sound of the wind whistled, and the piercing cold hovered at the top of the sky. This kind of weather can not only fuel the anger of the sky, but also kill the raging fire until it becomes frustrated.

When her heartbeat counted to the seventeenth, Su Mei spoke up when her patience was about to come to an end.

Su Mei: "'Light dust willow'..."

Mei didn't look at her, her eyes fixedly fell on the soft sword in her hand.

Su Mei: "It's really nostalgic... Thanks to it, Wanru saved her life and gave Wumei the opportunity to stab that sword."

She raised her head to meet Lin Zhaoyu's gaze, and her eyebrows suddenly laughed:

Su Mei: "Very well, it's still in your hands."

Lin Zhaoyu: "you--"

Speaking of that day twenty years ago, Lin Zhaoyu took a step back subconsciously.

The cold air condensed into dew on the back, turning into cold sweat under the shirt.

For many years, the scene of that time has been torturing her like a bone gangrene. She thought that she had successfully buried the past behind her, but today the second junior sister's visit touched her old scare.

Lin Zhaoyu: "We said we wouldn't mention the old things--"

Su Mei: "Yeah. Don't mention the old things, because the past is gone and it's useless to remember."

Su Mei: "So what I'm talking about is new."

Lin Zhaoyu: "……Well!?"

Lin Zhaoyu was taken aback for a moment, and instantly understood the profound meaning of the words of Junior Sister.

Lin Zhaoyu: "You... mean, Master she?"

Su Mei: "Um."

Su Mei looked up to the sky, as if seeing something interesting in the air, with an imperceptible smile at the corner of her mouth.

Su Mei: "Our Xuanyuan sword is about to be out of its sheath again. But if it is estimated to be right-I will be earlier than you."

Lin Zhaoyu: "This...you, it's impossible...this..."

The female head of the Taixu Sword Sect showed such a flustered expression for the first time in 20 years.

Lin Zhaoyu: "...Master is dead."

Su Mei: "Yes, but why did the immortal die? Believe me, the master is back. You, me, little horse... the seven of us should never want to stay out of the matter."

Lin Zhaoyu: "……Do not……"

Lin Zhaoyu looked down in a daze, as if what the other party was saying was extremely ridiculous gossip that was not worth responding to.

Lin Zhaoyu: "But... if..."

The murmur became weaker.

When she looked up at Su Mei again, a smile hung on Lin Zhaoyu's face. It was an extremely angry smile, but also an extremely exhausted smile.

Lin Zhaoyu: "If the master comes to calculate the accounts of the year, the first one to look for is you, Su Mei."

The female head of the Taixu Sword Sect said softly.

Su Mei: "Wrong, wrong, Master doesn't know who the principal is. According to inference, I should be the second one~ But in fact, the order is not important. I came to you for this."

The gaze retracted from Yoyo Baiyun was cast on Lin Zhaoyu's face.

Lin Zhaoyu's heart was shocked. This was what she was very familiar with, the look in the eyes of the Second Junior Sister.

Su Mei looked at her calmly, calm and composed. There is neither fear nor panic.

Su Mei: "Master has killed one."

Black screen 

Chapter 2 “Excalibur(神剑)”

“If the master comes to kill me, it should be right. The slain have the right to revenge themselves.”

Wedge

Zhenyu: "call……"

The boy took a deep breath. He reached out and knocked on the door, and his knuckles fell two inches in front of the door and stopped again.

Zhenyu: "Why me..."

Grievance and helplessness flooded into the heart of the young man.

The young man named Zhenyu is a new disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect. It has only been three months since his apprenticeship, but he was sent to the top of Heaven's Pinnicle to knock on the door of the head of the house, ready to endure her thunderous anger.

Zhenyu: 'The thing that offends the head is what she called for me to do, the elder sisters and brothers are too much…'

The young man imagined the head's angry face, and felt anxious.

The head of the Taixu faction—Lin Zhaoyu of the "Light Dust Sword" was fifty and six this year, and the year of knowing the fate has passed.

Celestial soared in golden light, and Taixu Mountain was torched by mortal fire. As the first disciples of True Immortal, she and the Sixth Junior Brother rebuilt the Taixu Sword Sect on the Heaven’s Pinnicle. With only more than ten years of development, the Taixu Sword Sect had become one of the six major sects of the right path of Shenzhou.

Lin Zhaoyu was also very famous for this, and her husband "Zhujujian" Ma Feima were the enviable couple of knights in the arena.

They were the leaders of a faction, but Lin's temperament wasn't surly; on the contrary, she always treats people gently and amicably, and always treats people equally regardless of esteem or inferiority. There were only a few exceptions. When it comes to exceptions, Lin Zhaoyu will always feel like a completely different person, getting angry at a touch, violently angry.

As early as the young man came to Heaven's Pinnicle, the kind brothers pulled him aside:

"Zhenyu, when you first arrived, the brother taught you some rules, all for your own good: In front of the master, there are two people you mustn’t mention."

"This matter is about the deputy head; what the deputy head did outside or what you hear, don't talk to the head master, these two things are not our turn."

Zhenyu: "I'll take care of this."

Juvenile Zhenyu nodded quickly, as the saying goes-outsiders don't mix things up in the husband and wife's bedroom. He wasn't a talkative person, and he would never wade into that muddy water.

Zhenyu: "Two people?"

"One is our ancestor, the grand master Celestial..."

The seniors suddenly lowered their voices and looked around.

"You may not know this name anymore, but it was so famous before the master. The gods are not old for thousands of years."

"The Celestial returned to the immortal plain 20 years ago, but don't use this to irritate the head. Grand master didn't take her with her when she ascended. Head master has always been thinking about it."

Zhenyu: "Hmm."

Although the name of True Immortal faded over time, the young man still heard a lot of her deeds. It was better to say that it was the existence of "the only true immortal" that prompted him to travel all the way to the Heaven's Pinnicle and joined the Taixu Sect.

"The other is Su Mei "Wu Shuang". She is the head sister, but the two of them are in the same situation... Don't even mention the name, don't even listen to it. It's the right thing to hide away when you meet Ushuang's Hall. Don't have anything to do with them."

Zhenyu: "what?"

Ushuang's Hall-Nearly twenty years ago, it was established almost at the same time as the New Taixu Sword Sect, but its scale was very different. Taixu Sword Sect was now among the six major sects, but Ushuang's Hall was still a minor sect.

Nevertheless, no one in the arena dared to provoke Ushuang's Hall's disciples. It's just because the master of the sect is Su Mei, who was "awesome and beautiful".

Exceptionally beautiful and brilliant. Although Su Mei was the second disciple of True Immortal, Wu Lin recognized her as the most terrifying one of the Seven Swords of Taixu.

Zhenyu: "...So terrible?"

The brothers looked at each other and nodded together:

"It's so scary."

Zhenyu: "..."

He was stunned, and the voice of the head of the room had drifted to his ears.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Zhenyu, why are you stupefied outside the door?"

Zhenyu: "Ah...Yes! Disciple Zhenyu pays homage to the head."

The teenager was nervous, but a little excited at the same time.

Zhenyu: "Master...how did you know that it was me?"

Lin Zhaoyu: "What? I'm not old enough to not even remember an apprentice's name."

The head said. There was more self-deprecating than blame in the voice.

Lin Zhaoyu: "There are 217 people in this school, I remember clearly; the people who came here have uneven internal breathing and vain footsteps, showing that their foundation is unstable. After thinking about it, there was only you who has just started."

Zhenyu: "...Ah, yes, yes. This disciple must work hard!"

Zhenyu instantly sweated. He had just been apprenticed in March, and the introductory technique of "Tai Xu Zhen Jue" "Tai Yi Jin" had not yet been completed, and he was out of breath when he climbed up the cloud steps.

Although the words of the master were plain, but to the young man Zhenyu, it sounded as though he was not doing the exercises regularly, and he felt ashamed.

Su Mei: "It's not easy for this child to climb this cloud entry step. Don't scare him."

Zhenyu was surprised: This wasn’t the voice of the head.

The door of the house suddenly opened, and a beautiful woman who had only seen a teenager in his life smiled and stood up.

Lin Zhaoyu: "..."

Behind her, the head of Lin, facing the rain, sank like water.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Su Mei...My disciple of illusionist, when is it your turn for Ushuang's Hall to comment?"

Su Mei: "Ah, I'm the one who said too much."

The beautiful woman blinked at Zhenyu.

Lin Zhaoyu turned her attention to the boy:

Lin Zhaoyu: "Zhenyu. What's the matter with you? Come on."

The young man couldn't help but hesitated. He had come to ask the master on behalf of the brothers and sisters.

In the early morning of the day, Su Mei, the "Wu Shuang Fairy", invited herself to the Heaven's Pinnicle, claiming that there was a message from the deputy head that he needed to be transferred to the head. For fear that the elder sister and the elder brothers would provoke the master's anger, no one dared to advocate leading people up the mountain. At the same time, Ushuang's Hall's Master had disappeared. ......Who knows, he has already reached the view of Fuyun.

At a loss, the young man simply said truthfully:

Zhenyu: "Return to Master: Master Su from Ushuang's Hall, please see me. Second Sister and Senior Brother Xuanli didn't dare to call the shots without permission. They ordered me to go up the mountain to report to you."

Su Mei: "Ha ha ha ha"

Sect Master Su on the side couldn't help but chuckle.

The head a displeased look, she said coldly:

Lin Zhaoyu: "Everyone is here, what else can you report? You go back."

Zhenyu: "Yes... this disciple will retire."

Zhenyu bowed his head.

Lin Zhaoyu: "also,"

The head sighed and urged softly:

Lin Zhaoyu: "You don't have to come to run errands to deliver the letter later. Let Xuan Li teach you the Taixu Zhenshu, and lay a solid foundation for Taiyi Jin and Taichu Jin, so that you won't be so tired when you go up the mountain."

Zhenyu: "This disciple understands."

The head was really a compassionate woman. Zhenyu was grateful, but not good at words, so he only bowed his head:

Zhenyu: "Thank you, Master."

Lin Zhaoyu: "Go ahead."

The young man bowed and turned down the mountain. After Lin Zhaoyu watched the disciple disappear from the bluestone steps, she turned to face Su Mei who said nothing.

Lin Zhaoyu: "I still treat you as a junior, but I am too modest to speak up."

Su Mei: "Little girl knows wrong."

Su Mei didn't change her smile, cast her gaze to the distance, and then turned to look at the small room.

Su Mei: "Taixu School, Fuyun Guan...Hey, these are all yours, Senior Sister."

Lin Zhaoyu replied with a cold snort.

Lin Zhaoyu: "We have to pass the line of Taixu down, and we can't let it end in our hands."

Su Mei: "Hey, among the seven of us, the senior sister is the most old-fashioned."

The two gossiped and talked, never getting into the topic. Lin Zhaoyu waited patiently, but Su Mei seemed to be extremely interested in the trivial:

Su Mei: "Your little apprentice has good aptitude and courage, but it's a pity that they're a man. It's hard to practice martial arts in the realm of a pony."

Lin Zhaoyu: "...I don't value talent as much as my master. Take Yanqing for example, he can be regarded as a martial arts prodigy, and none of my disciples can compare to him, whether male or female."

Lin Zhaoyu: "However, Zhenyu is indeed a good seed. Taixu faction will eventually be passed on to younger generations. Maybe he will be my closing disciple."

Su Mei: "Senior Sister is thinking about closing disciples now?"

Lin Zhaoyu was startled, and suddenly her face was pale.

Among the Celestial's seven disciples, she was the oldest, fifteen years older than the second junior sister. Lin Zhaoyu didn't care at first, but after a long time, she married the youngest sixth brother, so she was extremely taboo about age.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Su Mei, don't challenge my patience...get to the subject."

The head of Taixu took the initiative to pick up the tasting thin paper between the two.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Master has resurrected, the younger sister is dead, and then we are-but what are your plans? After a long time, you came to me again, it won't be a chat? You...will you kill Master again?"

Su Mei: "……"

Lin Zhaoyu took the Mei's calmness as the answer:

Lin Zhaoyu: "Su Mei, I don't like you, but after all I used to treat you as my own sister. There’s something I want to remind you:"

Lin Zhaoyu: "This is different from the past, and the seven of us will never get together again. The fact was that back then was just a fluke. If we do it again, the result may not be the same."

Lin Zhaoyu gave a long sighed.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Twenty years, I have never forgotten that night... sixth sister and seventh sister were almost killed. If it weren't for you, the cut on Yan Qing's face...

Su Mei: "I said that Senior Sister was the most old-fashioned ~ hee, it has been twenty years, there is no 'if not'."

The Second Junior Sister had no interest in things that are already a foregone conclusion. Lin Zhaoyu knows this, but still couldn't agree with it.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Huh, let's talk, what is your plan?"

Su Mei: "I don't have anything like that."

Su Mei, a recognized wise man in the martial arts, said:

Su Mei: "No matter how detailed the plan is, how can it be as expected? If you follow the calculation, the master should be dead now, how can she return to the world... No, I didn’t make a plan. Changes happen all the time, and people's hearts are too difficult to calculate."

Lin Zhaoyu suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Although she hates Su Mei, she still believes in her heart that this woman had a way; just like twenty years ago, she was able to gather seven people together to design and kill the invincible true Celestial. ——Knowing that times had changed and the world has changed, the Seven Swords of Taixu are different from the past.

Lin Zhaoyu: "so you……"

Su Mei: "Hey, although there is no plan, there are many ways."

Lin Zhaoyu raised her eyebrows in surprise:

Lin Zhaoyu: "Method?"

Su Mei: "Um."

Su Mei: "Twenty years ago, we buried Master and burned Taixu Mountain. Afterwards, I went back to the mountain and found something strange:"

Su Mei: "Master's Xuanyuan Sword was gone."

Su Mei stepped forward, looking at Lin Zhaoyu's gaze seemed profound.

Lin Zhaoyu: "...Was missing?"

Su Mei: "……"

Su Mei's gaze fixated on Lin Zhaoyu's face, before suddenly looking away.

Su Mei: "...Not you."

Lin Zhaoyu: "what?"

Su Mei thought of something interesting, and a smile appeared on her face:

Su Mei: "When I went back, I found that Master's coffin had been burned. The bones in the coffin were charred and completely unrecognizable. Unfortunately, the location of the coffin was arranged by me. I knew that the fire wouldn't burned there. So I checked the scene and it turned out. Unsurprisingly--''

Su Mei: "What's in the coffin wasn't the master's legacy."

Lin Zhaoyu: "……what?"

Su Mei: "…………"

Lin Zhaoyu: "So... you knew that Master was still alive? You... knew about it twenty years ago? But you didn't tell me... you didn't say a word, you didn't say a word..."

Su Mei: "……"

Lin Zhaoyu: "I don't know, I never knew... Where's Yanqing? Is he in the dark too? Wanxi and Wanru... And Suyi, you should have at least told Suyi--"

Su Mei: "No, I didn't tell anyone."

Lin Zhaoyu backed away, and only then did the pain climb on her wrinkled cheeks, causing aging to suddenly defeat the pride of Taixu's head. She seemed to be ten years old suddenly, and time faded away from her.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Suyi has been lonely all her life. That child was different from us, and we were prepared...In any case, you should never treat her like this. Why on earth? Su Mei, why don't you tell us?"

Su Mei: "Yeah... why?"

Su Mei murmured, mist rising in her eyes.

Su Mei: "……time……"

Vague words slid between lips and teeth. Su Mei looked to the side ignorantly, as if lost, like an old man who had lost his memory, looking for treasures that he didn't know about in the pile of old things of the past.

Su Mei: "I just want... a little... time..."

With that, she closed her eyes, as if this meant the end of the topic. When she spoke again, the phantom of the old man disappeared. Standing in front of Lin Zhaoyu was the unrivaled sect master who was composed and composed.

Su Mei: "Yes... I knew it a long time ago. Twenty years ago, Master's body disappeared from Taixu Mountain. Maybe someone stole it, maybe Master had resurrected at that time-who knows? I just, realized one kind of "possibility": Master wasn't dead, she was still alive."

Su Mei: "No matter how incredible it is, it is a possibility, and I can't ignore it. So I established Ushuang's Hall and sent them to various places in the Central Plains. In addition to killing and eliminating demons, they also undertake to inquire about the whereabouts of the master and monitor the suspicious ones."

Su Mei: "And I... Over the years, I have been thinking about and exploring the mystery of Master and the Xuanyuan Sword, and I have gained something. Although there is no certainty of victory, the available means are enough."

"Means"... This word makes Lin Zhaoyu a little unhappy.

Lin Zhaoyu: "Don't want to play your wrist with the master, she is the true Celestial."

Su Mei: "Hmm...I didn't mean to disrespect Master."

Su Mei raised the corner of her mouth lightly, smiling with a little sadness:

Su Mei: "If the master came to kill me, that should be right. The slain has the right to revenge; but I never regret killing the master. If we don't take that step, we now have only endless pain. How about you ?"

Lin Zhaoyu: "……"

Thirty years of getting along day and night, turned into fine needles and lightly pierced the heart of the female head of the Taixu Sword School.

Lin Zhaoyu: "...I don't regret it either."

Lin Zhaoyu said softly.

Su Mei: "Okay, I won't be going on a suicide mission. Next, I will fight with the master with all my strength, life or death is up to my fate, and the victory or defeat is in the air- that's why I came here. Sister, I need your help."

Lin Zhaoyu fixedly stared at the red-haired woman in front of her . She was once her sister, relative, friend, partner, and rival. She became a stranger at one point, thinking that they would never interact with each other. But now, Lin Zhaoyu had mixed feelings in her heart. Kindness prevailed.

Finally, she said:

Lin Zhaoyu: "I'm listening."

Su Mei walked out of Fuyun View, opened her arms on the top of the sky, circled around, and said:

Su Mei: "I want your Taixu faction."

Black screen

Western Arena

Li Sushang: "!!!"

In the desert, the little girl woke up suddenly.

The heart was beating suddenly, and the clothes were soaked with cold sweat. The girl subconsciously touched the cloth bag beside her and held Xuanyuanjian, which made her feel a little relieved.

Raksha: "Did you have a nightmare?"

A familiar voice came from the side.

She turned to look at the talking Raksha.

Weird. When they first met, he wasn't so fluent in Shenzhou dialect, and he still had an awkward Western accent. But in less than two days, he was already speaking almost as good as the locals.

Li Sushang: "...No, I'm fine."

The Raksha shrugged, looked away, toasted and sipped the shaking red liquid. When he put down the wine glass, the red water immediately stopped shaking. It always maintained at the same height, neither increasing nor decreasing. The girl was often curious about what it was, she has a few ideas, but dare not say them.

Li Sushang got up, her sleep was gone. Shaking her clothes, she sat down next to the Raksha, and looked at the mysterious demon fire.

This thing was very evil looking.

It looks like a blue ball on the outside, no matter how it rolls the flames inside was stationary, but continue to emit light and heat.

The temperature in the desert at night was extremely cold, but the two horses surrounding the ball and didn't feel cold at all.

Li Sushang: 'This guy's tricks are so powerful…'

Sushang couldn't help but look at the blond man beside her.

Li Sushang: "Hey, Raksha."

Raksha: "I have a name."

Li Sushang: "Your name is weird, I don't bother to remember it."

The Raksha smiled slightly, ignoring her, and cast his eyes on the coffin beside him. He had been carrying this huge and heavy coffin, and sometimes murmured to it, making Sushang very uncomfortable every time.

Li Sushang waited for a while, but the Rakshas still didn't speak.

Li Sushang: "Hey... why are you looking for the Celestial "

Raksha: "……"

There was a long silence. When Sushang was searching for the next topic, the Raksha suddenly spoke.

Raksha: "I've seen the Celestial."

Li Sushang: "what?"

The girl was puzzled first, then gave him a blank look:

Li Sushang: "Ah, you lied to me again. You asked me who the Immortal was before. Tsk tsk, you Raksha people don't like to tell the truth."

Raksha: "I didn't lie to you. But that's a long story."

Li Sushang: "It's okay. I have time, and I don't want to sleep for a while."

The Rakshasa looked at the sand under his feet,

Raksha: "Do you really want to hear?"

Li Sushang: "Yeah! But don't make it too difficult to understand, just keep it simple."

Raksha: "Okay. Twenty years ago..."

Li Sushang: "Wait, twenty years ago? How old are you this year?"

Raksha: "...I can't say if you interrupt me like this."

Li Sushang: "Uh, sorry, continue."

Raksha: "Ugh……"

The Rakshasa sighed.

Raksha: "Twenty years ago, there was a war between Europe and Shenzhou. The expedition force sent by Europe was called the Knights of Schicksal, and I was in it. The Ming Empire was very powerful, Schicksal had never encountered such a powerful opponent. But with Walküre and Der Schlüssel Gottes , Schicksal still prevailed—"

Li Sushang: "Hey hey-wait, what baby, what has ears?"

Li Sushang pouted dissatisfied.

Li Sushang: "I said your name is weird, you still talk so much! Bullying me!?"

Raksha: "...I'm really sorry, it's so smooth."

The people of Raksha have no choice but to spread his hands.

Raksha: "I'll use your Shenzhou language to explain it."

Li Sushang: "Oh, dare to love it~ you say, this girl will never interrupt."

Raksha: "Uh……"

Li Sushang: "Uh?"

It may be that it was too difficult to switch between different contexts, and the Rakshas opened his mouth several times, but they couldn't speak.

Raksha: "Anyway... yes. Western knights are equivalent to your knights."

The Raksha man finally found his way, he patted his hand, showing a helpless expression, and couldn't help but smile:

Schicksal

Raksha: "Let me start from the beginning: There is a continent to the west of Shenzhou, called Europe. You have different schools of martial arts in Shenzhou. There is only one on the European continent, called Shicksal."

Raksha: "Schicsal was jointly established by three families. It is said that the patriarch's martial arts are invincible in the world. Shicksal has become a force that couldn’t be underestimated in Europe within a few years. Later, it merged with the temples, the Palace of Valor, the Jingguan Gate and other factions."

Raksha: "Shicksal is an overview of the European continent. The affairs are complicated and a single person couldn't handle it. Therefore, the power of Shicksal is controlled by three families...three sects, and it has been for a thousand of years."

Li Sushang: "Wow, a thousand years!"

Li Sushang was very surprised.

Li Sushang: "Tsk tsk, that's really amazing. Few of our six major schools have a thousand years of history! Is this Shicksal a sword school? What kind of kung fu?"

Raksha: "There are both swordsmanship and marksmanship; but the true uniqueness of Shicksal is what you call "witchcraft" and "tricks."

The Raksha man raised his left hand and showed the golden cross.

Raksha: "Considering your culture, it might be more appropriate to call it a magical implement."

The golden chain flickered. Sushang suddenly felt her body relaxed and her internal strength was lost. After a short while, everything returned to normal.

She looked at the palm of the Raksha, and the golden cross had quickly dissipated and turned into smoke.

Li Sushang: ‘Huh, it feels…’

Raksha: "that was one of the Three Treasures of Schicksal: "The Oath of Judas"; it can restrain the Honkai energy-that is, the circulation of "True Qi"."

Raksha: "And what was used to heal you last night was another magic weapon "Abyss Flower"; it can heal the human body, regenerate bones and activate muscles. As long as the qi is enough, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be healed."

Raksha: "But in fact, the two artifacts you have seen are not genuine, but fake."

Raksha's slender fingers tapped his temples.

Raksha: "Here, even the Schicksal does not know its existence, my unique magic weapon-"Void Archive"."

Raksha: "Everything that I have seen, touched, and understood; can be "simulated" with True Qi and manifested as an entity. Because of this, I can imitate the power of the three magic weapons of Schickal."

Li Sushang: “……”

Li Sushang folded her arms and tilted her head, subconsciously biting her lip. It's not that she didn't believe in the words of the Raksha, but her head had been muddied by a bunch of information.

Li Sushang: "...Stop, stop. Schicksal is pretty fun, magic weapons or whatever..."

Su Chang pouted annoyedly:

Li Sushang: "Why did you cultivate yourself suddenly? Don't explain, I know you are very good. Let's talk about Schicksal"

Raksha: "Um."

The Raksha let out a long cry and glanced at Su Chang:

Raksha: "Schicksal has a firm grasp of Europe. After a long time, its ambitions swelled and finally focused on it’s vast neighbors. Twenty years ago, Schicksal sent troops to attack-uh, to visit Shenzhou, hoping to compete with Shenzhou-uh, competition. ."

The Rakshas stopped talking, apparently rephrasing historical facts into a version that Li Sushang could understand, and he was tortured. The proof is that even in the scorching sun, the Raksha people have never sweated. At this moment, there are already a few big beads of sweat slowly flowing down from the delicate cheeks.

Sushang on the side looked at his embarrassment and was overjoyed.

Raksha: "Originally, Schicksal had the chance to win, but the Immortal appeared."

Raksha: "I saw her just then..."

Raksha: "Should I say that I am an immortal?... With a wave of her hand, the sky shook with thunder, the earth condensed into ice, and the flames spontaneously ignited without wind. All sorts of strange visions crushed Schicksal’s formation. The Paladins stepped forward, but weren’t able to do anything."

The Raksha man smiled bitterly, and his voice gradually became misty.

Raksha: "Even the strongest Valkyrie... the genius who mastered the "Oath of Judas" was defeated in front of her..."

Raksha's eyes floated to the coffin again.

Li Sushang paid attention to his gaze. After a day of getting along, she had discovered that although this Raksha man talked and laughed from time to time, as long as he looked at the coffin, he would fall into the loneliness of completely ignoring the outside world.

Li Sushang: "What's in there?"

Li Sushang, who had no interest in fighting, finally couldn't help but ask:

Li Sushang: "You always talk to it, is someone in there?"

Raksha: "No……"

The Raksha man shook his head, he seemed confused, his eyes moved up and down the coffin, before looking down at his palm again.

Li Sushang: "You don't know? You haven't opened it yet?"

Raksha: “……”

The Raksha did not answer, his thoughts seemed to be far away, and what remained beside Li Sushang was an empty body.

Sushang waited patiently. She propped her chin and stared at the empty eyes of the Raksha that were completely inconsistent with his appearance, wondering what he was thinking.

Li Sushang: ‘Are you homesick?’

Missing something that was thousands of miles away, she can't imagine the old country of the Western Regions? Still thinking of someone?

Li Sushang: ‘...Does he have a father and a mother? Ah, really stupid, there must be some~ he couldn't have popped out of a rock.’

Li Sushang: ‘What about friends? Lovers? There will be too...could he be married? Does he have a teacher? Is he a disciple of the Schicksal School?’

The girl suddenly found out that she knew nothing about the Raksha person.

Although they walked together for two days, Sushang didn't say a few meaningful words to the Rakshas. Although she had asked for his name, she gave up the memory when she heard the strange remarks. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember it.

Li Sushang: ‘Should’ve talked to him more…’

Sushang was a little depressed.

She suddenly remembered: It turned out that after bringing this Raksha man back to Master, she would be separated from him.

There is only half a day left to get along with him, saying that it was not long; it was short, really short.

Li Sushang: "Oh... can Master keep him for a few days?"

The girl was inexplicably lost.

She had friends for the first time in fifteen years, enjoying the joy of getting along with them and the sentimental parting with them.

The night was long, the two people who couldn't sleep sat side by side, and the gods did not guard their homes until the daylight was bright.

Black screen 

Chase sword

Another couldn't sleep.  There was still a person and a horse on this rugged sandy sea.

The horse was a sweaty golden hoofed horse, born with a slender head and a tall neck, an ocher body and a long spine. Baoju travels more than a thousand miles in a day, his horse's hoof treads lightly on the sand, and the footprints remain without sinking, as if walking on solid ground.

The person was a man of temperament, with a burly body, long hair, short beard, and muscular knots. A long and narrow sword scar on the face, although it ruined this person's delicate appearance, it did not hinder the heroic spirit.

The tacit understanding between this person and horse seems to have surpassed that of master and servant, and is more like close friends for many years.

If in the Central Plains, martial arts activists saw this strange combination in the distance, they should scold their mother in their hearts, clasp their fists, and greet them with a smile, shouting "Horseshoe Gate!" or "Brother Horse!"

He was the only male disciple under the Celestial. The Seven Swords, ranked sixth. The prestigious deputy-head of the Taixu School of the Qiongfeng Peak:

"Zhuju Sword" -Ma Feima .

On the bright side, he has many identities, and his reputation was extremely well known. People in the arena didn’t want to befriend him.

Secretly, when people talk about this hero horse, they call him  "madman", "weird", and "the undead horse Feima". They all have a headache. It is good to maintain a nod and friendship. Unwilling to communicate with them too closely.

Because Ma Feima was not only good at martial arts, but was also extremely arrogant.

Despite being the deputy head of the Taixu Sword Sect, Ma Feima was a lone hero. The Taixu head never saw him the majority of the year; the days spent with the horse "Night Blood" might be more than with his wife Lin Zhaoyu.

The deputy head of Heaven's Pinnicle was gentle, humble and courteous; but when he hits the mountain, he is like a change of person, dare to provoke any horns, dare to cause any misfortune. It doesn't matter whether the opponent was a famous person or the king of heaven.

Chivalry and righteousness? Punish evil? Ma Feima didn’t need such a name.

Fight when you want to fight, shoot when you want to make a move; use a sword if you like to use a sword, use a fist if you like to use a fist; Do whatever you want.

Because of this, everyone in Wu Lin Zhengdao avoids him. Lin Zhaoyu, the head of Taixu, didn’t run away from the troubles he caused. His enemies are all over the world, and no one wants to offend Taixu Seven Swords publicly, but there are many people offering a reward to kill him in private.

In this regard, Ma Feima's attitude is: no one refuses to come.

Ma Feima: "Come if you want to kill me, Lao Tzu is waiting anytime. I don't have any seed if I hide for a while, you are useless if you can't kill me."

The people who came to kill him really followed. Ambush, conspiracy, trap, poisoning, seduction, challenges, contests... All the tricks have been used, Ma Feima was still not dead, except for countless shocking scars, he was alive and well.

Lin Zhaoyu: "My husband is not a wicked person. He likes freedom. He is accustomed to doing things. It is inevitable to do things impulsively. Please look at my three-point thin face, don't care about him. If there is a need for Lin as a fellow martial artist, Taixu Sword Sect will definitely Give me a lot of help."

A few years ago, Lin Zhaoyu took the opportunity of her 50th birthday to entertain the martial arts sects. A toast and speech during the banquet was actually a plea for her husband, hoping that all the forces that offended him would raise their hands high.

Deputy head Ma stood up with a smile, fined himself 19 cups, and apologized again and again.