Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 130 Knife and Crushed Sugar

The bird above my head was circling in the sky, its voice hoarse, as if it was crying.

Yan Xunfeng leaned against the city wall, with a broken sword stuck in his chest. He felt cold and painful all over, as if he was being bitten by an invisible beast. Every limb was in unbearable pain. His body trembled involuntarily, his limbs spasmed, his teeth were clenched, and a painful groan could be heard faintly from between his teeth. His whole face was distorted, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He tried hard to get up, but a faint humming sound rang in his ears, like the echo heard from a snail shell before a hurricane. The hot and fishy blood flowed into his mouth, with a salty taste of rust.

Liu Zhong was lying covered in blood not far away, and it was unknown whether he was still alive. His eyes were blurred with blood and he could not see clearly.

In a trance, Yan Xunfeng seemed to see his deceased grandparents, and his wife Lou Wancen whom he had not seen for a long time. They seemed to be standing in a valley, a mountain breeze blew past, and the whole mountain was filled with a sea of ​​flowers. His lover's long black hair fluttered in the wind, and he wanted to reach out and grab it, but he couldn't.

He remembered that he and his wife also met on a snowy day. The girl in red rode a horse and whipped it, and she just walked straight into his heart.

That day, he had never seen snow before, and she did not see him. She was looking at the snowy scenery of the world, and he was appreciating the beauty of the world - the growth and decay of all things were in her eyes, and he was dazzled. Her clear smile made his life miserable.

He married his beloved as he wished, and promised to marry her with a bunch of silver flowers, a white snow-white scene, from the first light of dawn to the end of the snow-white hair, but he broke his promise first...

"Yan Xunfeng!"

"Yan Xunfeng!"

"Looking for the wind!!!"

The pain from torn skin and flesh, the soreness from tired muscles and bones, and the dull pain in the brain all gradually awakened. I looked hazily at the team in the distance, and that familiar voice was brought over by the wind.

Yan Xunfeng couldn't help grinning, his eyes suddenly brightened, the wounds on his body were covered with dust, scabs, and ochre-red streaks.

Looking at the black masses of people and horses rushing towards him, Yan Xunfeng tried hard to look around, with a hint of satisfaction and regret in his eyes. Gradually, he became silent, and the white snow soaked into his body bit by bit, as if trying to bury the bright red on the ground.

This heavy snow sealed his blood and bones. The wind born from the mountains and wilderness finally died in the human world.

In the heavy snow, I don’t know whether it was the snow that turned the mountain road white, or the wind that blew the way home.

The last heavy snow of spring approached in the cold winter, blowing away his last traces. However, above the Mingtang, the wind and frost, the old snow, and the butterfly on the wall eventually disappeared.

The general's lonely soul finally took off his armor, and at the Naihe Bridge, he was seen with his proud and arrogant character.

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Lu Wensheng and others who were standing on a high place and looking from afar also felt that something was wrong. Dayong was weak and was surrounded and swallowed by the cavalry of the grassland. However, they saw the army of the grassland suddenly retreating in panic and disarray, as if they had lost. However, before they could go back, they saw fog filling the nearby dense forest.

A skylark flew around them twice and landed on the nearest branch in the woods. Its bean-sized eyes flickered, reflecting the light of jade.

Xun Ruo: "This is to invite us in."

Ji Yanli: "How arrogant."

Of course, he asked the puppet to "invite" them so arrogantly. I have never seen such an arrogant demon cultivator.

"Are you afraid to come in?"

A man in a black robe slowly walked out of the woods. His hood was pulled so low that his face could not be seen. His voice was hoarse, like the sound of rusty gears turning.

"It seems that you self-proclaimed powerful righteous monks are just like this, all of you are cowardly and fearful, and you are not capable of great things..."

"Keng——"

With the sound of a humming sword being unsheathed, the man suspected to be Qu Yanhui made a hoarse sound and was split in half. His lower body was still standing, but his upper body flew out directly. Everyone was stunned and turned to look at Lu Wensheng who had made the move.

Lu Wensheng tilted his head and said innocently, "He talks too much nonsense, which is a waste of time. I really don't have the patience to listen. This is enough for me to show off my sword skills... It's better to kill him and end it early." After all, he is a villain, so isn't it just right to kill him? ——Speaking of which, the writing is like the old Cthulhu, which can make people lose their sanity after reading it. How can he use idioms?

Yan Qingshu patted Tang He's shoulder with sympathy and said, "Kid, you've worked hard." Lu Wensheng's nickname of "Big Devil" was really not wrong.

Tang He looked at the smooth cut on the demon cultivator's lower body and grinned: He usually wastes so much of Senior Brother Lu's time, and Senior Brother Lu just doubled the homework, which was really kind.

Fang Xiaoliang took a deep breath: Are the styles of human cultivators so wild nowadays?

People from other sects: We shouldn't have offended Brother Lu, right? (sweating profuselyjpg.)

Disciples of the Discipline Hall: We are usually so slow in handing in our homework, but Senior Brother Lu didn’t chop us to death. Woohoo, we are really crying.

However, with Lu Wensheng's sword, "Qu Yanhui's" black robe was shattered, and his wooden body was split into two. Solid wood would naturally not spill out its intestines - everyone could see that this person was not Qu Yanhui, but his puppet.

"Qu Yanhui": "...Why did you just take action?" He hadn't even finished his words, and didn't show any virtue at all.

The upper part of Qu Yanhui's voice was obviously working, and the unpleasant sound rang out again. His flat voice had a somewhat speechless feeling, and he secretly accused Lu Wensheng of being impolite for saying "half you, half me" before he could finish his words.

"How can you still speak?" Lu Wensheng sighed - the sound made him feel uncomfortable all over.

“Qu Yanhui”: “…What’s your name?” Even more arrogant than him?!

"It's none of your business." Lu Wensheng simply smashed the puppet's head.

The crowd watching was having a headache. Lu Wensheng looked up and saw everyone grinning and frowning, feeling a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Qu Yanhui's puppet's duck voice had a sonic attack, messing with their brains?

Xiao Mo: "Ahem, nothing much, Brother Lu, are we going in?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lu Wensheng was confused: "Come in." Why were they asking him what?

Finally, everyone walked into the woods, stepping on the rustling snow and facing the snowflakes that had been floating in the air since who knows when.

As people walked in it, the distance was so hazy that they couldn't see the direction. The sky also looked gray and gloomy, as if it was more closely connected with the earth.

The fog inside felt very close, but trying to grab it was futile. All I could see was milky white fog, deep and thick, like flowing slurry, which seemed to be able to make people float.

Suddenly he felt his hand being held, and Lu Wensheng was almost frightened to jump up - after all, there are too many ghosts in such scenes in horror movies.

"Liu, Senior Brother Liu?" After seeing who it was, Lu Wensheng breathed a sigh of relief - scaring others can really scare them to death.

"Yeah." Liu Jiqian responded.

"What's wrong?" Why did you suddenly shake his hand?

He was obviously nervous as soon as he came in, but he was still trying to be strong and stubborn - Liu Jiqian curled his lips, his eyebrows and eyes showed a little more softness and tenderness, and he was happy to protect the self-esteem of Junior Brother Lu who had a bit of tsundere nature.

He blinked and lied without blushing or beating his heart.

"Junior brother, I'm a little scared."

Lu Wensheng: “Ah?” The original novel didn’t say what Liu Jiqian was afraid of.