Chapter 593: A Sword Dance

Dark clouds covered the sky and a light rain fell.

The ruined Wolf Bone Village was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

In the central area of ​​the village, in the huge conference hall, Lu Ran stood in front of a bone throne.

The bones summoned by the Thousand Bones believers using their magic are essentially made up of energy.

After a period of time, the bones will eventually break into bits of energy.

The bone throne in front of him still exists firmly, which means that these are real corpses.

The corpses of the human race.

This dirty mountain taught Lu Ran another lesson.

Tan Lang, Qian Gu.

One that magnifies the greed and cruelty of human nature.

A person who has lost all humanity and instigated his followers to play with and desecrate the corpses of their own people.

They are indeed two revered gods!
"Heh." Lu Ran sneered.

You could hear a pin drop in the hall, and all the weak god disciples were silent.

Everyone knew that the young man in imperial robe standing in front of the bone throne was their new master.

People are accustomed to fear the rulers of the sea.

As for the future, deep down in their hearts, the disciples of the Weak God are actually numb.

The dark cloud hanging over people's heads is nothing more than a new one; there is no essential difference.

"Master." Si Xianxian walked in with two people, "These two people were injured and have been completely healed by Mr. Conglong.

Including the two of them, there are thirteen people in total."

"Thirteen people." Lu Ran frowned slightly.

Including Leng Xuanshuang and the eight Ni Zun disciples rescued before, there are only 8 people in total?
Isn’t it said that there are 32 slaves in Langgu Village?

Why are there so many missing? They must have died in the battle just now. Oh, that’s right!
Lu Ran's mind moved, and the gourd with the Fiery Phoenix pattern quietly lifted up the black gold imperial robe and flew to the center of the hall.

One after another figures were released and fell to the ground.

In addition to the initial four guards, Lu Ran absorbed six more people with the gourd while leading Leng Xuanshuang to attack the village.

If you count carefully, there are exactly 32 people?
Lu Ran's heavy mood was rarely relieved.

Rescuing everyone is not an easy task.

Although these 13 Weak God disciples are not in the combat sequence and will not participate in the war, Si Xianxian's output is too explosive.

When she fights against Qiangu disciples and bombards Tanlang disciples, it will affect the buildings in the village and may also affect other people.

Of course, these 13 people just can't hold their heads up in front of the powerful disciples. In essence, they are also real people from Jiangjing!

Even if they are hit by buildings and buried in rubble, they can survive.

"Okay." Lu Ran turned around.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads, and it was not difficult to see the deep fear in their eyes.

"Whoo~"

Lu Ran raised his hand and cast a spell, summoning a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the distant Feixian Hall on Yunhai Cliff, Song Yu had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the floor-length mirror open, he immediately walked into the mirror with the two deputy hall masters.

Master Song has some experience in accepting new disciples.

In a short while, Lu Ran waved away the bronze mirror and the hall was empty.

There was no one around, so Si Xianxian changed her address: "Master, shall we go back to the garden?"

"Let's go." Lu Ran opened the teleportation mirror again.

Si Xianxian came up and whispered, "That sister has such a miserable life."

Lu Ran nodded silently and walked into the mirror.

Another floor-to-ceiling mirror is located at the back door of the mansion.

As soon as he walked out, he saw a figure dancing in the sea of ​​flowers not far away.

It was not an ordinary dance, but a sword dance.

A sword dance filled with cold frost and falling plum blossoms.

Leng Xuanshuang, dressed in white, was looming in the frosty rain and falling plum blossoms, like a fleeting shadow, with a graceful figure.

The Meixue Sword, gleaming with a cold light, continuously cuts through the rain curtain, bringing up a string of crystal raindrops, which then condense in the air and turn into frost flowers that float down.

Lu Ran gradually became absorbed in watching.

The sword dance in the sea of ​​flowers is beautiful, but it also carries an indescribable sadness.

Very sad and beautiful.

"Do you like it?" Inside the mansion, a figure walked up and stood side by side with Lu Ran.

Lu Ran nodded subconsciously, and suddenly realized something.

He turned his head and saw Fairy Jiang with a faint smile on her face.

Without waiting for Lu Ran to speak, Jiang Ruyi said softly, "I like it too."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the beautiful figure in the flowers again, her eyes full of admiration.

Lu Ran's heart moved slightly, and he put his arm around Fairy Jiang's slender waist: "When you have some free time, why don't you go and ask her for advice?"

Jiang Ruyi immediately understood Lu Ran’s little thoughts.

She raised her eyes to look at Lu Ran, only to see that his gaze was burning, with no intention of hiding anything.

Lu Ran looked at this cold and charming face, imagined her dancing, and whispered:

"Dance for me."

"Let's see how you perform." Jiang Ruyi's cheeks flushed slightly.

It is rare to see such a strong side of him in daily life.

Since he likes it so much.
Then just learn it yourself.

"Stamp it now. Don't regret it." Lu Ran said with a smile, his lips lightly pressing on Fairy Jiang's forehead.

Jiang Ruyi pursed her lips, and ripples appeared in her heart.

bad guy.
Lu Ran looked at the sea of ​​flowers again, quietly admiring it for a moment, and said: "This sword dance is too sad. When you learn it, try a different style."

"Hmm." Jiang Ruyi admired it and sighed, "She should be paying tribute to her deceased master."

Use this sword dance that my master once taught me to comfort the souls of the deceased in heaven.

Leng Xuanshuang successfully took revenge.

After the leader of Wolf Bone Village died tragically in the flowers, there was no chance that the Second Lady would survive.

Ran Men ended the second wife's life and handed her body to Leng Xuanshuang.

Afterwards, Lu Ran and others went to search and rescue the Weak God disciples, while Jiang Ruyi stayed in the garden and watched Leng Xuanshuang fight back.

In this garden where the Master is buried.

Leng Xuanshuang held the Meixue sword in her hand and swung it again and again to give an explanation to her dead master.

When Lu Ran returned, the sad and cruel scene had passed.

Only a single figure dancing among the flowers remained.

Suddenly, a sword energy surged, and plum blossoms bloomed.

Leng Xuanshuang's sword moves became more and more fierce.

Rain falls and frost dances.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air.

Jiang Ruyi's eyes gradually became blurred, and she felt that this sword dance had reached a higher level.

More than just a visual impact!
The interweaving sounds of rain and sword energy seemed to form a sad song in the dark.

The elegy ended only when the woman in white put away her sword and stood up.

The rain and snow wet my clothes, and the plum blossoms fell all over my shoulders.

It seemed as if there were only this man and this sword left in the world, and the never-ending sound of rain.

"Heh" Jiang Ruyi let out a long sigh.

She has always been reluctant to show intimate behavior in front of outsiders, but at this moment, she buried her head in Lu Ran's neck, calming her turbulent emotions.

In the sea of ​​flowers, Leng Xuanshuang stood quietly for a long time and slowly turned his head.

She saw a young man in a black and gold imperial robe standing at the entrance of the mansion, holding a fairy in his arms, and looking at this side from afar.

Leng Xuanshuang waved away the Meixue sword in his hand, walked out of the garden, and walked to the door of the house.

She lowered her head and knelt slowly: "Sir, your kindness and virtue will be remembered forever."

"My condolences." Lu Ran whispered.

Leng Xuanshuang's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect that the young man in the imperial robe would say these two words.

In this world, the feelings of the weak are not worthy of attention and are not worth mentioning.

It was normal for the young man in imperial robe to say "It's a pity that the fragrance of plum blossoms has faded" when the two met for the first time.

She survived not because human life is precious.

Just simply because he wanted to smell the flowers.

And at this time.
Whether the young man in the imperial robe was sincere or just being polite, Leng Xuanshuang truly heard a word of concern.

Although it's just two short words.

But this was also the first time she heard warm words in those dark and cold days after her master's death.

Jiang Ruyi turned to look at the woman, leaned over and held her arm: "Get up."

Leng Xuanshuang lowered her head, her eyes slightly red, and slowly stood up.

Jiang Ruyi sighed inwardly.

The other party's actions, from bone-picking revenge to sad sword dance, should have caused Leng Xuanshuang to have extreme emotional fluctuations, but she remained expressionless the entire time.

As a result, when Leng Xuanshuang came here and heard Lu Ran's two words, her eyes turned red.

This world,

How badly do you want to harm people before you are done?
Jiang Ruyi was very glad that Lu Ran found her so early.

The woman in front of me has many similarities with her, and when you are weak, beauty is a deadly poison.

Leng Xuanshuang's tragic experience also confirms this point.

Jiang Ruyi led the woman into the house and sat down at the wooden table by the window.

There is slanting wind and drizzle outside the window, but the sea of ​​flowers remains the same.

The exquisite and luxurious house has a new owner.

Jiang Ruyi reached out and lifted a strand of hair on the side of Leng Xuanshuang's forehead, gently tucked it behind her ear, and looked at this stunningly beautiful face.

It's like looking at a fine piece of china.

The red eye sockets are the broken lines on the porcelain.

"The dance is beautiful." Jiang Ruyi said softly.

Leng Xuanshuang remained silent and nodded slightly.

"Teach me when you have time." Jiang Ruyi's tone was unusually gentle when addressing outsiders.

"Yes." Leng Xuanshuang responded in a low voice.

Jiang Ruyi looked at the beautiful woman who looked so broken, and sighed that she was unable to protect herself because she worshipped a weak god.

Then, she looked at Lu Ran across the table: "Is he suitable to be a follower of Jian Yi?"

Lu Ran raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lord Hanmei is indeed known as Little Sword One.

However, Lu Ran wanted to leave the Jian Yi divine statue in the sculpture garden to his mother.

Leng Xuanshuang became Jian Yi's disciple and could only sign a master-servant contract.

If you choose the fifth-class god Hanmei, although the magic is weaker, Leng Xuanshuang's upper limit will be infinitely raised, and he can become a god!
Although the two sides had only a short time of contact, Lu Ran was very satisfied with Leng Xuanshuang's performance.

Her courage and tenacity, her chastity and unyielding spirit, including everything she did for her master, both to repay her gratitude and to take revenge.

Opportunities are hard to come by and good generals are hard to find.

Lu Ran believed that from now on, Leng Xuanshuang would be a loyal soldier under his command.

In that case, why not deify her?
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Ruyi asked softly.

"Ah." Lu Ran came back to his senses and smiled, "After becoming a follower of Jian Yi, she no longer has the scent of plum blossoms."

Hearing this, Jiang Ruyi gave Lu Ran a reproachful look.

Disciples of Hanmei possess the magical power of Plum Snow Cold Fragrance, which can release bursts of cold and subtle fragrance.

This method is a method of purification, and it also has a certain calming effect on the mind.

At this time, Leng Xuanshuang also reacted!

Even though she didn't want to believe it in her heart, everything shown by the young man in imperial robe forced her to believe it!

"Mr. En." Leng Xuanshuang looked at Lu Ran, her voice trembling, "Can you allow me to become a disciple of Jian Yi?"

Lu Ran raised his eyes and looked at the woman: "Do you want to become a disciple of Jian Yi?"

Leng Xuanshuang looked into the other person's eyes and tried to understand his attitude.

She opened and closed her thin lips slightly, but no sound came out.

Precisely because she was fed up with being weak and suffering, she was extremely eager for a strong sect and powerful magic!
but
But the young man in imperial robe said that he wanted to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Jiang Ruyi didn't say anything either, waiting for the woman's response.

"I... I..." Leng Xuanshuang finally spoke, whispering, "I'd better be Hanmei's disciple."

"Why?" Lu Ran looked at her cold star-like eyes, "Are you going to give up the opportunity to change your fate?"

Leng Xuanshuang's lips trembled, and she said softly, "I'm used to being Hanmei's disciple."

Lu Ran looked at her quietly.

Leng Xuanshuang slowly lowered her eyes.

"Yeah." After a long time, Lu Ran turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the sea of ​​flowers swaying in the rain.

A piece of material that can become a god.

(End of this chapter)