Qu Nanzhu The sword passed through the lingering clouds and mist, cutting through the sky like a stream of blue light.
The sword edge cut through the clouds and fell straight towards the sect hidden in the mountains.
The mountain-protecting barrier glowed with ripples of golden light as he approached, then disappeared immediately.
He tapped his toes on the bluestone-paved square, and his natal sword Deliver Me buzzed into its sheath. The white jade on the sword hilt reflected the sunset, which was in sharp contrast with the blood stains all over his body.
Just as he was about to turn around and head towards Lingquan, a clear voice sounded from behind him, "Uncle."
He turned around and saw a young disciple holding a sword standing under the apricot tree.
It was his young nephew Lu Qing who often asked him for sword skills.
The young man stepped forward quickly, his clear eyes full of worry, and his eyes fell on his blood-stained white clothes.
The front was soaked in dark red, the cuffs were clotted with black blood, the hem was stained with mud and unknown stains, and even the silk ribbon of the jade pendant around his waist was knotted into stiff strands.
"Have you gone to kill the monster again?" The young man's voice contained uncontrollable distress.
Qu Nanzhu stopped.
The setting sun stretched his blood-stained figure very long, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his cheek with the back of his hand.
This action caused fine flakes to fall from the coagulated blood scab, which in turn caused a more distinct bloodstain to appear on his face.
"I'm going to kill that pig demon." His voice was calm, "This is its blood."
The air was filled with a rusty smell, mixed with the peculiar rotten odor of monsters.
Only those eyes were still as calm as water, reflecting the young man's worried face.
Seeing his uncle like this, Lu Qing couldn't help but take a step forward, his voice carrying the unique stubbornness of a young man.
"Uncle Master clearly knows that Heavenly Dao is now revitalizing the human race, and the two races of demons and demons have been arranged by Heavenly Dao to fall into a melee. Without us taking action, they will all die in this internal fight one day! Why do you bother yourself like this?"
He glanced at the blackened blood on Qu Nanzhu's clothes, and his tone became more urgent. "You make yourself look like this every day... you! You are obviously the young master of our Mysterious Heaven Sect!"
Qu Nanzhu listened quietly, his eyes passing over the young man's excited face, and towards the refugee camp looming under the mountain gate in the distance.
The evening breeze carried the faint sound of crying.
"Lu Qing," he said in a low voice, "Then you should also know that in the battle between monsters and monsters, the human race suffers the most casualties."
"But with the blessing of Heavenly Dao, the human race will become the master of this world sooner or later!" Lu Qing raised his voice unwillingly and clenched his hands unconsciously, "But Uncle Master, nothing can happen to you!"
Qu Nanzhu turned around slowly, his blood-stained clothes fluttering gently in the wind.
He looked down the mountain calmly.
The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the newly added graves in the wilderness, and a few wisps of black smoke lingered over the ruins of the distant villages.
"So," there was no wave in his voice, but it was more powerful than any excited rebuttal, "Heavenly Dao has blessed what? It will turn the world into such a purgatory."
"Uncle Master!" Lu Qing shouted again.
In the next moment, Qu Nanzhu had Deliver Me standing between them.
"You are not allowed to call me uncle."
Lu Qing knows, he is angry.
The young master, who was described as unkind and taciturn by his disciples, only threatened him when he got angry. "You are not allowed to call me uncle."
Lu Qing Swallowed the sourness in his heart, he continued to finish, "Today, the elders have decided not to take the initiative to conquer the demon and demon clans. They will still rescue the fleeing mortals and give them temporary protection. When the war between the demon and demon clans is over, the Immortal Sect will also help the human race rebuild the country. This is not only the case for our sect, but also for other sects."
Lu Qing's words made Qu Nanzhu completely chilled. He stopped talking, put away Deliver Me, turned around and walked towards his residence.
At the door of his residence was his master, the face he was most familiar with, looking at him with a distressed expression.
Qu Nanzhu stood there and stopped approaching. He asked, "Master, are you also here to persuade me?"
Master's heart was full of sourness. "Nanzhu, you are Master's proudest disciple, and even more so, Master's most beloved child. Everyone in the Master's family regards you as a treasure. No one is willing to watch their child do this to him every day."
Qu Nanzhu doesn't understand. "But Master, you said that we will eliminate demons and defend the Tao, even if we die."
Master has the same idea as Lu Qing: "But we don't need to sacrifice so much now. In order to prevent the demon war from implicating the human race, more than half of the Immortal Sect disciples have been sacrificed, but nothing can be stopped."
Master gently stroked Qu Nanzhu's face, "The Immortal Sect must preserve its strength and foundation, otherwise we will perish together with the demons."
Qu Nanzhu's heart became even colder.
So Heavenly Dao originally wanted the fairies and monsters to disappear from this world.
But now hundreds of families in Xianmen want to escape.
In Qu Nanzhu's eyes, Master couldn't see through the persistence, and Master felt heartbroken. "Nanzhu, I regret it for Master."
"I shouldn't always tell you about the road of benevolence and righteousness. Compared with what you are doing now, Master hopes to live a carefree life."
Qu Nanzhu thought to himself, so I am not the same, but he knows his identity and has received so many benefits.
He pushed his master's hand away and said stubbornly, "I am a lucky person, so I have to shoulder the responsibility of a lucky person."
The master was unwilling to accept it. "What bullshit responsibility? Why are you born to bear such a responsibility? If the result of receiving this fate is that you give everything for others, then we would rather not have this identity!"
Qu Nanzhu bit his lower lip and said word by word, "But now there is no chance for me to choose. Heavenly Dao cannot directly interfere with cause and effect, but I can!"
"Nanzhu!! Be obedient!"
This was the first time that the master had lectured him loudly, and Qu Nanzhu could not bow his head. The two were in a stalemate, but they hid in the distance and watched the whole process. The master saw that the atmosphere was not good and acted as peacemaker.
"Everyone is calm and calm. There is nothing that can't be said."
"Shut up!"
"Go away!"
"Okay."
After just saying a few words, the leader, Gorgeous Yujian, left.
Qu Nanzhu's eyes turned red with anger, and without saying a word, he turned back to the hall, closed the door tightly, and placed a barrier.
No matter how angry the master was, he still bowed his head first. He walked over and patted the barrier, in the familiar tone of Qu Nanzhu.
"Uh Nanzhu, master has prepared Glazed Pure Fruit for you." Master slowed down his voice outside the barrier, "I just picked one from Far Northern Snowfield, one of which can be worth a hundred years of cultivation."
There was silence inside the door for a moment, and the barrier dissipated in response.
Qu Nanzhu opened the door with red eyes and saw three clear ice crystal fruits held in Master's palm. There seemed to be stars flowing in the flesh.
"I know you like sweet ones." Master happily handed over the fruits, "This batch is particularly plump."
Qu Nanzhu took a bite of the fruit, and the sweet juice slid down his fingertips.
He suddenly remembered that when he first entered the mountain gate a hundred years ago, his master held the spiritual fruit in the same way and coaxed his young apprentice who was injured by lightning.
"I'm going to rest."
Before closing the door, Qu Nanzhu looked at Master for a moment, keeping Master's kind smile in his heart forever.
"Go, go, master has to go back to rest. If you need anything, remember to call him."
"Hmm."
The palace door closed heavily behind him, and the brilliance of the barrier flowed silently. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, trying to cover up the pain surging inside.
The two clans of demons and monsters are about to run out of strength, and the immortal family Mingzhe is the safest choice to protect himself, but after all, he has not yet learned how adults weigh the world, and his eyes, which have seen too much suffering, cannot pretend to be ignorant.
From this day on, Young Master Mysterious Heaven Sect began to retreat and saw no one.
Occasionally, a teacher called from outside the barrier, but there was no response from inside the door.
The headmaster and the elders looked at the closed palace door, their brows furrowed and worried.
Qu Nanzhu's master often stopped outside the door. The old man's sharp eyes were filled with unbreakable worry and an increasingly strong ominous premonition.
Until two months later, a golden beam of light containing the supreme Heavenly Dao law suddenly rose from the palace of Qu Nanzhu, shaking the sky.
All the disciples were startled and looked up, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Nanzhu--!"
The faces of the master, the leader, and the elders changed dramatically, and they came with swords in an instant.
When they arrived, they saw six bright divine lights separated from the golden light, like meteors breaking free from restraints, carrying heart-stopping pressure and shooting to everywhere in the world.
And at the moment when the divine light left the body, the majestic life breath and Spiritual Power fluctuations in the temple suddenly collapsed and disappeared without a trace, like a burst bubble.
Outside the palace door, Master's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he stared at the empty space.
At first there was unbelievable horror in his eyes, and then there was a surge of great sorrow and understanding. Those eyes that had seen thousands of sails were quickly covered with a layer of water at this moment.
The palace was reduced to ruins by the earth-shattering golden light just now, with only ruins and broken walls remaining, telling the story of the tragedy just moments ago.
The master seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, dragging heavy steps and staggering toward the center of the ruins.
He quickly found Deliver Me.
The sword's brilliance was still restrained, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of sadness that was difficult to resolve.
The master stretched out his hand, without using it Spiritual Power at all, and just held the hilt of the sword like an ordinary person.
This arrogant spiritual sword, Deliver Me, was not allowed to be pulled out by anyone except the owner. At this moment, he just pulled it out gently and it was unsheathed.
A sword, without its master, is no longer the spiritual sword that needs the master Spiritual Power to control it.
Its meekness at this moment just proves that its owner has passed away.
Deliver Me was pulled out, and in an instant, everyone's grief was like a substantial cloud, completely covering the ruins.
Several elders with white beards and hair couldn't bear it any longer. They hid their faces one after another and let out extremely suppressed sobs and sobs.
At this moment, the situation in the human world has suddenly changed due to the six artifacts that appeared out of nowhere.
The six divine lights turned into an indestructible barrier, firmly guarding the core of the six states. The power of demons was completely blocked, and they could no longer set foot in the human world.
Without the common enemy and the goal of expansion, the two demon clans can only fall into more cruel and endless internal fighting and mutual conquest on their own territory, until the clan is destroyed.
The human race has gained an unprecedented respite. Under the protection of that artifact, it can recuperate and recuperate, and civilization can once again continue and develop.
However, within the Mysterious Heaven Sect, the once amazingly talented young master, together with his blazing innocent heart, completely dissipated between heaven and earth along with the golden light reaching the sky.
But the world will remember.
According to records from the Gongbi Society of History, storytellers in teahouses would tell the story, and children in the countryside would listen to the old man telling the story of the immortal king who burned all his immortal energy thousands of years ago and transformed himself into a divine weapon to protect the common people when he looked up at the stars on a summer night.
He acted as a guardian in all directions and was engraved in the eternal blood memory of the human race.