Breaking the Day

Lingshan School, Tibetan sword pavilion, Wanjian Mountain, Wanjian Valley.

When Tong'an City was in a terrifying scene, the Lingshan School was serene and tranquil.

The sky is just getting bright, the birds singing deep in Wanjian Mountain, and a lonely figure is ushered in the huge and smooth canyon channel. He is standing under the cliff like a small bug standing in front of the majestic mountain, looking up at the silence and majesty The precipitous Hungry Pass.

Except for the mission, the big brother will come to the front of Wanjian Mountain every day, and then walk into Wanjian Valley in a hung manner.

When he came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, the senior brother glanced at the Wan Jian Youlong who was slowly wandering in the valley, and then walked to the Sword Tomb Cemetery below the dragon.

The big brother took his folded hand out of his sleeve. He held a small white flower in his hand and placed it gently in front of Jiang Lingbo's grave of the son-mother Lightning Sword among the twelve graves of Lingtian Thirteen Swords.

The big brother sat silently next to the grave pile, staring at the dense grave pile, took out a wine bottle and glass from his arms, he poured a glass gently, and then spilled it on the ground.

Part of the wine flowed into a stone trough in front of the grave, forming a wine trough the size of a fingernail, and part of the spilled wine flowed into it. After a while, a small beetle crawled out of the pile of rocks.

The beetle crawled to the side of this small wine trough very familiarly, and after lightly touching the tentacles on his head, he lowered his head and began to drink the wine inside.

The senior brother smiled and said softly: "Drink, drink! You used to like to drink the most...the most like to drink this very light fruit wine. This kind of wine goes well with you, like the first time I saw you , Like a cherry."

"At that time... you treated me as a little brother who didn't know anything, and took care of me with your senior brother. It was good to me. At that time, I really didn't understand anything. Whoever treated me well, I was right Who is good."

The big brother smiled sadly, and he whispered softly: "The uncles and uncles are very good to me... they are very good to you..."

The big brother raised his head, his eyes blurred, as if he was reminiscing about the prosperous years of the past.

In that picture, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, the ancestor of the Lingshan School, a woman with two dimples who laughed turned her head and smiled slightly at him: "Idiot, what are you doing? Come on!"

The elder brother of the verdant years came forward stupidly, and stood side by side with his uncle and senior sisters. At that time, the sky was full of clouds, and the little uncle, the head of the thirteen swords of Ling Tian, ​​was watching the rising in the distance. The sun said in a deep voice: "The pavilion master disappeared, and the uncles disappeared one after another. We can't give up! I believe the pavilion master will come back! We have fallen down in the hidden sword pavilion, but we all stood up again! This time, we too I will get up again!"

Ling Tian thirteen swords stood side by side, and the big brother stood at the end. He nodded with excitement, "Hmm!"

The little uncle said solemnly: "Listen to my orders!"

Others turned their heads and looked at the little uncle, but saw the little uncle say: "Recite the commandments!"

Everyone shouted loudly: "Those who enter my sword pavilion are all my brothers. I drink the mountains and rivers in the morning, and eat at the eagle peaks at night. The rules of the door are twelve rules, and the rules are ruthless. Songs in front of the sun and sun, the heart of Chaochao:"

"Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor, kill!"

"Unfaithful and unfilial, kill!"

"Those who see profit and forget justice, kill!"

"Those who have defected from the division, kill!"

"Guilder, kill!"

"Betrayal brother, kill!"

"Bullying the weak, kill!"

"*Women, kill!"

"Fear not the first, kill!"

"Fleeing the battle, kill!"

"Kill those who are greedy and dereliction of duty!"

"If you die, kill!"

Although there were only thirteen people, their voices were clear and shook the sky, and the morning glow was shaken away, and Chenniao was shocked. The little uncle said loudly: "Cangjian Pavilion disciple, draw your sword!"

Ling Tian thirteen swords suddenly drew their swords, and the sword light surged from the top of Wanjian Mountain, maddeningly!

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across, and the scene recalled in the master's mind suddenly changed, and he instantly recalled the last night.

That night, heavy rain poured down, lightning flashes and thunder, he rushed wildly, only on the day he left, his uncle and senior sister were attacked.

No one knows who the attacker is!

Ling Tian Thirteen Swords had one less person, unable to form a powerful circle to protect themselves. They had no choice but to fight on their own. In the end... they were defeated and killed!

When the elder brother flew to the scene of the tragedy, what caught his eye was the corpses in one place. Although there were scenes of fierce fighting and blood everywhere, the corpses of those killed by them were all taken away. Underneath are the bodies of the little uncle and the others in a pool of blood.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister!!!" The senior brother held the smiling senior sister in his arms in grief, and he cried loudly, but no matter how he cried, that smiling face would never bloom to him, a young man who had just begun to love him. , She lay quietly in his arms, as if asleep, but her body was cold, like this frantic night rain, like his sad heart.

At this moment, the senior brother suddenly heard a movement not far away, and he hurriedly rushed to tears, only to find that the little uncle was dying in a pool of blood.

"Little uncle!" Senior brother hurriedly touched the medicine bottle on his body, trying to fill him with medicine, but the young uncle held his hand.

The young uncle clung to the hand of the senior brother, struggling to put the Tibetan sword ring representing the identity of the master of the Tibetan sword pavilion on his finger in his hand, and then put his saber into the hands of the senior brother. He kept vomiting blood, struggling to hold the big brother's hand, and said: "No, don't take revenge, promise, promise me, no, don't take revenge!"

The big brother choked tightly on the little uncle’s sabre and the hidden sword ring of the Tibetan sword pavilion. The back of his hand and the palm of his hand were full of blood stained. He nodded vigorously, and said, "It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t be leaving. !"

The little uncle shook his head: "It's useless if you are here. They have set a ban here, not only forbidden demons, but also Yangshen can't get out! We...we don't lose injustice...they...They know well We! You, you... From now on, the hidden sword pavilion... you will be left alone."

The little uncle returned to the light at this time. He firmly grasped the hand of the senior brother, struggling to cough up blood, and said: "Tibetan sword pavilion...I will leave it to you!"

The big brother couldn't cry and nodded.

The little uncle's hands firmly grasped the senior brother's hand, and he trembled: "You, you can recite the precepts to me again... listen..."

The big brother cried, and choked up again and again: "Those who enter my sword pavilion are all my brothers. I drink the mountains and rivers in the morning, and eat at the eagle peaks at night. The door rules and the rules are ruthless. Songs in front of the sun and sun, Chao Chao's heart :"

Listening to the precepts that he heard every day, he seemed to have returned to the most glorious period of Cangjian Pavilion when Chaotianque was still leading them. Thousands of disciples chanted the precepts aloud in front of the precepts hall, shaking the sky.

At that time, he was standing at the end of the line like a big brother, looking at the majestic and majestic Chaotianque standing in front of the Discipline Hall with admiration.

But later, that person became him, and the number of the hidden sword pavilion also dropped sharply.

"Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor, kill!"

"Infidelity..."

The elder brother recited in tears, and before he could finish the recitation, the little uncle's hand fell down, and there was a smile on his face, as if he was thinking of good memories in the past.

In the night rain, a young man held the corpse of the same door, raised his head in a sea of ​​blood and cried bitterly.

...

The senior brother sat silently in front of the grave, and gradually recovered from the memory. His expression was painful, and he slowly said: "Little uncle...I know, the people who killed you...must be from the Lingshan faction. They are. Knowing our whereabouts, someone must have betrayed us! But, for so many years...I haven't found out, who the hell... ambushed you!"

"Furthermore, I... can't help you either. Hidden sword pavilion... I am afraid it will not work! I... I can't hold it anymore. Now Hidden sword pavilion is like a rootless tree and water without a source. To the front line of life."

The big brother's eyes are slightly red, his expression is low, and he doesn't look strong in front of everyone.

At this moment, a shout came from outside Wanjian Valley: "Big Brother, are you inside?"

The big brother immediately wiped the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and regained his strength and composure. He said solemnly, "What's the matter!"

Prisoner Qiu Chu walked in quickly, his expression uncontrollably happy, and said, "Big brother, they are back!"

The big brother was taken aback: "Who?"

Qiu Chu prisoner said: "Li Chengfeng and the others! They are back!"

The big brother was taken aback, then said: "How many are you back?"

Qiu Chu prisoner said: "All are back, a lot of them!"

As soon as his voice fell, the big brother disappeared instantly and rushed out.