Chapter 49 Liu Xubai's oral narrative of the past

Author: Ming Weiwei

Chapter 49 Liu Xubai's oral narrative of the past

The spiritual power was sealed, and Jing Hong is now an ordinary person in good health. Even though he had spiritual power to nourish his meridians, he no longer obeyed his orders and used it for his use.

Liu Xubai let go of his neck and before Jing Hong could take a breath, the spiritual power in his palm hit Jing Hong's abdomen again. It was not fatal, but it made him fall to the ground weakly and vomit a mouthful of blood.

"What?" He leaned against the stone and gasped, pulling the corners of his mouth, and blood slowly slid down the corners of his mouth. "Will the dignified Liu Xianjun be trapped by the inner demons or even bewildered by them?"

No matter how much Jing Hong hates Liu Xubai, he has to admit that this person is not very clear about Shu Nong and does something that people can't understand, but in other aspects he is the veritable leader of the righteous path. If it is normal Liu Xu

Bai, even in anger, could not do such a thing as attacking his fellow disciples and harming them.

Liu Xubai closed his eyes and let the demonic aura belonging to the inner demon wrap around his wrist, holding the aura of the superior, looking down at Jing Hong from a high place.

"When I was like you, I was strangled and pressed on the stone, putting my lifeline in other people's hands, and my hatred was unforgettable." He said slowly, "But seven hundred years of change, I have this

As strong as you can, tolerate Shu Nong, tolerate Shu Yue, tolerate Shu family, but why do you think I will tolerate you?"

Liu Xubai's face became cold. Seeing Jing Hong weak, he also sat on the ground, looked at him wiping blood and gasping, and thought, "I have investigated Yan Chang'an."

He seemed to have finally found someone to talk to, and couldn't wait to spit out the words he held in his mind, even if the person in front of him had always been inconsistent with him.

"Speaking of it," he smiled slightly, "From the past and personality alone, Lu Wangyihe should be your disciple, and Yan Chang'an should join me."

Jing Hong wiped off the bright redness from the corners of his lips: "What do you want to say?"

"Yan Chang'an is very similar to me." Liu Xubai looked at him, "When I was six years old, I was slaughtered by the demons. My parents fought to the death to leave a way out for me. At that time, there were 180,000 monks in Yucheng.

After the demons left, there were only thirty-nine people all over the city, all of whom were children.”

Jing Hong's eyelashes trembled.

Liu Xubai seemed to be just recalling a more profound thing in the past, and his emotions did not fluctuate.

"At that time, I walked out of the house, and the blood was trampled from the well, and the ground was bright red. I looked up and saw no sun in the sky, trees in the mountains, only the mountains of corpses raised high and the blood on the feet

"There are too many corpses to be buried. I hugged my head and cried with the other thirty-eight children, and then brought the property I could take away, and burned the entire Jade City in a fire."

"The Immortal Lord Hengyuan once said that although the land of Lianzhou Jade City is far-fetched, it is beautiful, birds, beasts, flowers and plants show the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, and the travelers in the houses show the prosperity here. In time, talents will surely emerge."

Jing Hong frowned slightly and suddenly looked at Liu Xubai's eyes.

The Immortal Lord Hengyuan is his senior brother who has been in seclusion for a long time and the master who teaches Liu Xubai's ability.

"The sky is beautiful and talented." Liu Xubai chuckled, with a little sarcasm that made Jing Hong more and more surprised. "Chaobai's idiots slaughtered Yucheng just for this sentence."

He stared at Jing Hong: "But at that time, when he said this, where was the Immortal Lord Hengyuan who brought disaster to Yucheng?"

Jing Hong's eyebrows hopped hard, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"At that time, Cangyuan Sword Sect had a banquet for guests from all over the world, and they were drinking and singing and dancing to peace. The immortal king of Hengyuan was drunk. When he heard the news the next day, Yucheng had been burned completely by a fire."

Liu Xubai then pulled off a Cangyuan flower swaying in the wind.

"This is the beginning of the troubled times. Chaobai gave the Cangyuan Sword Sect the entire human world a warning."

Since some people say that there are outstanding people and talented people will emerge in the future, the demons will slaughter the place completely. After thousands of years, there will be no talent here.

With the blood of 180,000 people, the chapter of human-demon fighting was opened.

"Later, I went into exile with others, lived to the age of fifteen. When I was fighting with someone, I was chopped and injured and hung on the line. I was saved by Hengyuan who was passing by. He valued my qualifications and accepted me as a disciple.

After that, I practiced hard for fifty years and met Shu Nong during my travels. Two years later, the war between man and demon broke out completely. Shu Nong sacrificed his sword to the people, and I picked up the green light and killed Chaobai."

"After that, Shu Nong died, and I suddenly had the power I dared not expect from before, and became the first person."

Liu Xubai picked the petals of Cangyuan Flower one by one, looking at Jing Hong, who didn't know whether he was unwilling to speak or what he said: "Sometimes I feel fate is a mess, and I have spent a long time to hate him.

Master, but he just pulled me back from the brink of death and led me into the immortal gate."

"Have you read the scripts at the foot of the mountain?" He smiled. "My past has now been written into a book of ups and downs by those who write books. I have a miserable life experience, struggle to live, and I am about to leave.

We ushered in the turning point of life, and all the encounters after that have pushed me to my current position. Often, those who ascend to the high position must have a miserable past, right?”

Jing Hong opened his mouth, not knowing whether to defend his senior brother or be moved by his sudden bitterness.

What exactly did he want to do? I moved him through the miserable past, and then what did he feel guilty, and since then he shook hands with him and made peace and fell in love with him?

"What do you want to say?" He moved, trying to sit upright on the rock.

Liu Xubai was not very careful. When he moved a little, he would pull out a sharp pain, but his spiritual power was sealed by Liu Xubai, and he couldn't even relieve it!

Damn it.

Liu Xubai looked at him coldly and struggled: "Do you know what is different from the protagonist in the storybook?"

How did he know!

Jing Hong was angry.

He knew what was different from the script and what he did?! Isn’t it all him?

Jing Hong was speechless.

He didn't need Jing Hong's answer and said to himself: "Under the Immortal Sect, most of the protagonists in the human world's vernacular book are righteous, open and tenacious, and I--"

He lowered his head and threw down Cangyuanhua, which had only two petals left in his hand: "I entered Cangyuan, and I dared not forget the sea of ​​corpses and blood in Yucheng. After fifty years of hard work, I accidentally got an opportunity

.”

His voice became much lighter, his expression was no longer dull, and gradually he felt a little bit of pain: "I went to the library and peeked at a forbidden book. After that, I spent nearly a month, with great care,

Just be careful, copy this book.”

"That book is called "Sword-Winning". The first twelve chapters all record some bloodthirsty swords, and explain in detail how to raise a sword. I turned to the twelfth chapter, but I didn't find a sword.

Satisfied, most of the fierce swords must be raised in blood, and tens of thousands of people have to be massacred to raise a fierce sword. In the end, the person holding the sword is controlled by the sword and is intoxicated, but—”

"But." A little excitement appeared on his face, but his voice became lighter and softer, "I turned to the last article."
Chapter completed!