That day was supposed to be a very, very ordinary day in Kunwu City.
It was bustling, bustling, people coming and going, merchants and goods flourishing. The cultivators were in high spirits, and the ordinary mortals lived in peace and contentment.
The big clans in the city were also like this, enjoying the shade under their own big trees, peacefully and leisurely passing every good time.
How many years had it been? Hadn't it always been like this?
No one had ever thought of changing, and no one was willing to change.
The Su family, a big clan in Kunwu City, was also like this. Until that quiet afternoon, when an exceptionally mournful and soul-shaking sharp whistle suddenly appeared in this deep courtyard, as if it had pierced through the heaven and earth and shattered all the tranquility, tearing everything to shreds.
"Boom!"
It was a deafening sound!
Like a thunderbolt on a clear day, like a thunderstorm, it exploded in this big residence, causing everyone to turn their heads in astonishment, causing the hall to shake, and causing the ground to tremble. Like a tiger's roar breaking through the mountain forest, it swept across the clear sky like an invisible but incomparably swift and violent wave, wildly and ferociously surging in all directions.
A table flew into the air.
It was a square black wooden table, plain and simple, without too many exquisite and flashy carvings, only deep and heavy! It flew up.
A table flew up.
The table didn't have any intelligence. If it did, it certainly wouldn't have thought that in its ordinary life, it would unexpectedly have such a brilliant and world-shaking fortuitous encounter.
It flew into the air, emitting a deafening sharp whistle, then broke through the sky and flew away.
Wherever the flying table passed, it was invincible and unstoppable. People were thrown off their feet, horses were thrown off their feet, trees were toppled over, and walls were split open. Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, like a divine dragon entering the sea, wild and unruly, with a violent determination, it advanced courageously.
Amidst the rumbling sound, dust flew everywhere, and the entire Su residence was in chaos. Screams and cries instantly rang out everywhere. Everyone was overwhelmed with shock, not knowing what had happened.
Only that table, alone and proud, flew over the crowd, passed over the gazes, knocked down the trees, and broke through the high walls!
It was a flying table!
It rushed into the sky and arrived with a rumbling sound. As a result, the sand and stones scattered and heaven and earth resonated with each other.
A huge cloud of dust seemed to have condensed into an earth dragon, rumbling from afar. It was like a hot knife through butter. From the depths of the pavilions and courtyards, it forcibly broke open a path to that small courtyard. Finally, in a deafening noise, a large hole was first smashed open in Sumo's courtyard. Then, cracks appeared everywhere, and strange noises were heard. A moment later, in a rumbling noise, an entire wall collapsed with a loud rumble.
Dust flew up into the air.
Everyone was dumbstruck. They turned their heads to look in that direction, and in the depths of the dust cloud, a faint breeze blew over. A figure slowly walked out from the thick dust cloud.
With a long sword on his back, his expression was cold.
Like a lonely and proud woman in the world, she stepped through the dust and walked into this place.
…
The air reeked of blood.
Su Qingjun's gaze passed through the shocked crowd and saw Lu Chen lying on the ground.
That man seemed to have lost a lot of blood. There seemed to be many wounds on his body. Those wounds looked very deep and heavy. In some places, not only blood and flesh could be seen, but even white bones could be seen. It was a horrible sight, and it made one's hair stand.
But for some reason, even with such heavy injuries, the man did not faint.
He seemed to still be very conscious. Even if this was an unbearable pain for ordinary people, he would rather endure it than lose his consciousness. Or perhaps, he was already used to this kind of pain …
When he turned his head to look in the pool of blood, his gaze met with Su Qingjun's in the air.
He looked at her walking over.
He was lying in a pool of blood.
There did not seem to be much pain on his face at that moment.
He was even in the blood. Facing her, he smiled slightly.
That bloody smile was shocking and soul-stirring. It was like a sharp sword piercing into her chest, like a raging fire burning her soul!
Su Qingjun held her breath. Her body trembled slightly. She clenched her teeth tightly. Just when she wanted to control herself again, she saw that beside the man lying on the ground, there were those terrifying and twisted instruments of torture scattered all over the ground.
Those sharp, sharp, twisted and bloody blades.
It was as if a sudden clap of thunder had suddenly exploded above her head. It was as if a demonic beast lying dormant in the depths of her heart was roaring. That surge of hot blood rushed to her heart, causing her heart to go blank for a moment.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something. But for some reason, not a single word came out.
She could only stare blankly at the man lying in a pool of blood. She clenched her teeth, and a few tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes.
Then, like a young child, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the sparkling and dazzling tears on her cheeks.
…
"Hey, Sister, Sister Jun, why have you come?"
A voice called out from the front. It was Sumo who was sitting on the chair in front of the small building. She straightened her body and smiled at Su Qingjun. "Why did you make such a big scene? Sister, you are going to tear down our house. But it doesn't matter. Our house doesn't have anything else but money. You can tear it down however you want. At most, we can just rebuild it again in the future. "
Su Qingjun glanced at Sumo. Without saying a word, she stepped forward and walked towards Lu Chen.
The smile on Sumo's face froze. She looked at Su Qian and Su Wen who were standing beside her. Su Qian coughed and gave a look to the attendants standing below.
After a while, someone came over to greet Su Qingjun. He forced a smile and said, "Eldest Miss, look, this is the person that Young Master Mo wants. You … Ah!"
His voice hadn't even finished resounding in the air when a shrill cry suddenly resounded from his mouth. His entire body suddenly rose from the ground. Su Qingjun had stretched out her hand, grabbed his shirt, and then tossed him away like a rock.
The dumbfounded crowd watched as the man in midair drew an arc across half of the courtyard. Then, with a "bang", he slammed heavily into the wall that was still standing on the opposite side. In an instant, a clear human imprint was left on the wall. Then, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, he fell to the ground motionlessly. It seemed that he had fainted.
In the small courtyard, there was a sudden silence.
After a while, there was suddenly an angry and irritable voice. It was Sumo. She shouted from the front, "What are you doing? Are you trying to show off to me? Don't forget that we are brother and sister. Brother and sister. Because of an outsider, you caused me to be like this. Is it not enough, you still want to beat me? Come, if you have the guts then beat me to death. Beat me to death … "
He roared furiously, like an irritable beast. Su Qingjun looked coldly at him in front of the small building. Her eyes were as cold as snow. She suddenly raised her hand. In this chaotic small courtyard, a clear dragon roar was heard.
It was like a ray of autumn water shining into the dust, like a pool of clear water washing the world. A ray of sword light lit up, illuminating her peerless face and reflecting in her clear and bright eyes, emitting a dazzling radiance.
The long sword on her back, flew out of its sheath.
The sword shadows filled the sky. A strange scene appeared. Under the clear sky, a full moon suddenly appeared in the sky. Cold and lonely, unattainable. The moonlight like water, fell into the world, illuminating the sword light.
The sword blade reflected the moonlight.
The moonlight turned into silence. All living things in the world held their breath. Only that light, from the endless vault of heaven, faintly slashed down.
It was the Moonlight Slash.
That moment of brilliance, seemed to snatch all the years of the world. It was silent. It was like the passing of countless stars, the rising of the sun and setting of the moon. Someone sighed on the other side.
The sword light fell, brilliant, stagnated and disappeared.
Like the wind and smoke passing by, it disappeared without a trace.
Everyone was at a loss.
The three Su family brothers in front of the small building were also stunned speechless. They looked at each other and made sure that they were all right. Sumo then heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to speak, suddenly a cracking sound was heard from behind. The three of them turned back in shock.
On that incomparably luxurious small building, countless cracks suddenly appeared. Cruelly and coldly smashed all the beautiful splendor, tore all the brick walls and eaves. After a while, suddenly a loud sound was heard. The entire building collapsed.
In the flying dust, everyone screamed in fear. The three Su family brothers stumbled, ran and crawled with all their might, shouting. The people around them were also panicking and rushed up to rescue them. The small courtyard immediately became a mess.
…
In the midst of the chaos, the ancient longsword had already quietly returned to its sheath.
Su Qingjun no longer paid attention to the chaos. Through the dust, she walked to Lu Chen's side. Just like at the Flying Goose Platform, she gently squatted down beside him.
She looked at his eyes, at the blood that flowed from his body, and at the little smile on his face that should not have been there, but still showed.
She suddenly felt that the sword just now, that little bit of sharpness, seemed to have cut her heart.
She had thousands of words she wanted to say, but in the end, after her lips slightly trembled a few times, she still only said softly,
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Lu Chen nodded and smiled.
Su Qingjun lowered her head. A teardrop fell into the dust on the ground, wetting a bit of the ground.
"You're so old, why are you crying?" Lu Chen said to her. "And it's not your fault. I'm fine, I won't die."
Su Qingjun wanted to laugh, but for some reason, more tears flowed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then forced a smile and said,
"Why are you pretending to be strong again? When I was outside, I heard your cry."
Lu Chen said, "I didn't want to scream at first, but then I saw a golden light in the sky. I thought that in the Su family, probably only you, Jin Dan Friar, would come. So I shouted to see if you would come to save me. "
Su Qingjun nodded and said, "You're so smart."
Lu Chen said, "Isn't that so."
Su Qingjun stared at him for a long time, then stretched out her hands, hugged his body, and then softly said in a voice that only Lu Chen could hear,
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
"It's okay." Lu Chen said.
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