Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 251 Sword Emei - Coming to the Sword Tomb

The man in blue and brocade robes was finally crushed bit by bit. Every inch of flesh and bone on his body was torn apart by the endless sea of ​​swords, and then formed a blood-colored white-edged sword on the ground.

It wasn't until the last brow bone fell to the ground, forming the tip of the blood-colored white-edged sword, that the entire sea of ​​endless swords calmed down.

There is no sea of ​​clouds tossing, no wind blowing, no passing of time, no waves of four seasons.

The sword lay quietly on the ground, as if it had died.

I don't know when, a figure came from a distance, and all the long swords avoided the figure one after another, making way for him. When the figure passed by, some long swords seemed to be still resonating slightly, but they were gently touched by the man. After stroking her, she fell silent.

Not long after, the figure walked up to the blood-colored white-edged sword.

When I looked again, I saw that he was about 40 to [-] years old, wearing a white coat of coarse cloth, with a thin figure and a strange appearance. Although he could not be said to be handsome, he was very attractive, giving people a strange attraction.

The most noticeable thing is his pair of eyes, which are as deep as ink, and the pupils are surprisingly large, showing a strange appearance with few whites and large pupils. Only when the eyes roll can you see those tiny whites. If he stares at a Looking around, the eye sockets are completely black, and there is no joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow or resentment, and it is daunting to look at.

At this moment, those eyes were staring at the moonlight white-edged sword on the ground, and suddenly stretched out their hands, touched the ground, and then raised their hands, but saw that the hands were clean and not stained with any flesh and blood. .

"People say I'm a sword demon, but most of all I'm a sword demon." The man said, "But I think you're more like a sword demon, turning into a sword?!"

"Wake up, get up!"

Saying that, the man who called himself the sword demon suddenly stretched out his hand again, and directly plunged into the flesh and blood sword body.

I saw that his whole palm was poked in, and then he was groping around for something. Suddenly, the sword demon's eyes lit up, and he pulled out his palm suddenly.

The palm was pulled out from the ground, and at the same time, a long sword was held on the palm, which was also pulled out from the ground.

And as the long sword was pulled out, the blood-colored white-edged sword that was originally flat on the ground was like the backflow of sea water, and all the blood was sucked into the long sword, and the long sword that came out of the ground The sword, as the blood poured down, slowly began to shine with azure blue light.

"Blue?" The Sword Demon asked in surprise, "I thought you would be black or red."

After saying that, he stood up abruptly, pulled out the long sword completely, and the bloody white-edged sword on the ground disappeared completely.

The sword demon looked at the long sword in his hand. The long sword was more than four feet long, much longer than ordinary swords. There were no complicated patterns on the sword, which looked very ordinary, only a touch of blue brilliance inadvertently Turning around, it seems that he is not ordinary.

The sword demon waved it casually a few times, but frowned and said: "There is no form, no quality, a pair of empty shell ears."

Then he directly stuck the long sword on the ground, with his right hand erected in front of his body to form a sword finger, first it was a little bit between his eyebrows, and then a fluorescent white thread was pulled out directly from the center of his eyebrows, and the white thread slowly moved towards the spot along with his fingers. The hilt of the long sword extended over.

When he put his finger on the hilt of the sword, the white silk suddenly shone brightly. On the hilt, there were many veins like blood vessels, and those veins were continuously extending to the body of the sword. After a while, it extended from the hilt to the body of the sword.

Soon, the long sword was glowing with white light, and there were a few blue halos flowing from time to time, which was very miraculous.

Seeing this, the sword demon clapped his big hand on the hilt of his sword, and shouted loudly: "Still awake!"

In an instant, the light burst out, and the endless sea of ​​swords was illuminated by this light, and all the swords began to shine generously.

I saw that the blades of the swords closest to the Sword Demon began to melt slowly under the light, and soon lost their shape, turning into a pool of liquid, and then quickly melted into the long sword .

Whenever a ray of light merged into it, the light of the long sword became brighter, and as the endless sea of ​​swords slowly disappeared, the light of the long sword began to penetrate the entire void.

When the last sword turned into a liquid and merged into the long sword, the endless sea of ​​swords disappeared, and only the sword demon coexisted with the long sword, and the blade of the long sword had long been covered by the light, and only a cloud could be seen. Blinding white light.

At this moment, the Sword Demon shouted again: "Don't forget yourself!"

The white light condensed, then condensed inward, and at the same time, a figure slowly appeared in the white light, and as the white light condensed little by little, the figure became clearer and clearer.

Finally, when all the rays of light collapsed into the figure, the Sword Demon could clearly see the figure in front of him.

And this figure is Song Qingshu!
Song Qingshu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and was a little confused for a moment.

"Why am I here?" He frowned and looked around, then looked at Sword Demon, "Who are you?"

Sword Demon pointed to his eyes: "Think again!"

Song Qingshu pondered for a long time before saying in disbelief: "Dugu?!"

Sword Demon Dugu nodded: "It's me."

Song Qingshu looked him up and down again: "Why are you suddenly so old?"

Sword Demon Dugu said: "My appearance depends on you."

"What do you mean?"

"Not to be said."

Seeing the mystery he said, Song Qingshu changed the subject: "Is this... the Sword Tomb?"

Sword Demon Dugu nodded: "Unfortunately, there are no more swords here."

"Why am I here?" Song Qingshu asked again.

Sword Demon Dugu said with a smile: "Then you have to ask yourself."

"I remember, today is the day when the sixth uncle got married. That day, the child grandma came to make a big fuss, and then caught up with the Tartars attacking the mountain. Grandpa and father went down the mountain. I went to take care of my mother, and then I came here gone."

"Didn't anything happen during this time?"

Sword Demon Dugu shook his head: "Many things have happened. For example, it has been more than half a year since the Tartars attacked the mountain; for example, the Kongtong faction and Huashan faction were exterminated; Like, you did all of this!"

Every time he said a sentence, Song Qingshu's face became ugly, until he said the last sentence, Song Qingshu looked at him suddenly, with doubt and shock in his eyes.

"You mean, I did all of this?"

Sword Demon Dugu nodded.

"Then why don't I have any impression?!"

"Because you are here, something went wrong!"

Sword Demon Dugu pointed to Song Qingshu's heart.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and felt for a while, but didn't find anything wrong.

The sword demon Dugu said lightly: "If it's not a problem with God, then it's a problem with your heart!"

Song Qingshu said silently, if what the sword demon Dugu said was true, then he might really be controlled by someone, and he didn't know it at all.

"Then who am I outside now?"

"You said your name was Wu Yazi."

Wu Yazi, the name Song Qingshu had never heard of before, he couldn't help asking: "In your opinion, how can we wake up now?!"

Sword Demon Dugu didn't answer, but instead looked into the distance. Even though there was nothing there, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

"You know, I'm not called [Juvenile Master] now." He said.

Song Qingshu was taken aback: "Then what's your name?"

"My name is [Sword Demon], Sword Demon Dugu!"

Song Qingshu said: "So, you are still possessed after all."

"Everyone in the world says that." Sword Demon Dugu said indifferently, as if they were not talking about himself, but another person.

"The world says you are a sword demon, but what about you?" Song Qingshu couldn't help asking.

The sword demon Dugu turned his gaze to Song Qingshu: "I, I am just Dugu!"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Yes, you are Dugu. I am Song Qingshu!"

"It doesn't matter whether he is [Sword Demon] or [Sword Master], I'm just Dugu!"

(End of this chapter)