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"... Xiangshu, Jianzhong, I have to preserve the vitality of Taiwu Village..."

"Get revenge, I'll take revenge for you..."

"Fu Yu, hilt..."

Fu Xixi giggled, "My name is Fu Xixi, you say Fu Yujian, hehe."

"Inheritance... from generation to generation..."

"The world, home, my love, can't..."

"...Stop, stop, stop."

The first ray of the morning sun was red and purple, shining on the porcelain-like face of the man in white, reflecting the light of Buddha.

"I, come, accompany you, afterlife..."

Fu Xixi was a little sad, he was dead.

It can't be saved, really, the internal qi is tentative, the meridians are broken, the five internal organs are broken, especially the heart pulse, there is almost no, that is, it has been supported by powerful skills until now.

The internal energy was exhausted, and it was a hundred.

This person spent the last five hours of his life in delirium. Fortunately, a girl laughed with her and shed tears for him.

The shopkeeper came, and when he saw that there was a dead man in the back kitchen, he hurriedly recited a few Buddha's names, and then asked his buddy to find a mat and roll it up. Let's go to the grave.

Fu Xixi sighed, and accompanied the two strong and powerful buddies to the funeral.

It was still dark, and the road was a bit foggy, and the mist was also golden with the rising sun. They were a group, three living, one dead, three faces facing the light, and one face in the shadow of the mat.

After leaving the city gate, the guy dug the hole hastily, it was a small soil depression, and the broken grass stems sap out, like dew.

The dead man was thrown into the pit, it seemed to be a little dusty, and it seemed that there was none.

His fingers seemed to tremble, and there seemed to be none.

The guys covered the soil and had to go back with their shovel. Their faces had a sophisticated smile, as if they were saying, "It's just a dead person."

Fu Xixi muttered, yes, just dead.

"Sister, go back!"

The little girl shook her head, "You go back, I won't go back."

Oh, now, I understand, it's a difference, this girl who loves to laugh is leaving Juxianlou.

The guys hesitated, and finally smiled encouragingly at her.

Their backs disappeared into the gradually dissipating morning mist, standing in front of the small grave bag.

The undulating high and low, dry and wet yellow mud in the mass graves is not like a tomb, and of course it is not a tomb.

Countless people are here, countless souls rise...

Fu Xixi was in a daze.

Suddenly, the soil in front of him moved.

Yes, the seal moved.

The little girl was stunned.

A hand holding the hilt of the sword crossed the surface, the boundary of life and death, standing in the mud, rising high, like a simple tombstone.

The little girl gently put her hand on the hilt of the sword.

The fist of the deceased was originally clenched, but now it suddenly loosened, Fu Xixi quickly grabbed one, and the hilt fell in his hand.

For a moment, she seemed to be lost in the illusion, and there was a lot of fog around her. In the gray world, a figure walked past, walked back, and showed a strange face in front of her and smiled softly at her.

The memories and skills of Taiwu from generation to generation poured into Fu Xixi's body.

I don't know how long the sun has risen and it has been high.

Fu Xixi lowered his head, the palm that protruded from the ground disappeared and returned to the ground of the dead.

Fu Xixi raised her head, the sky full of clouds rushed back and forth, the wind was blowing, with water vapor, leaving a whisper, "Inheritance..."

inherited.

Seventeenth generation.

Too much.

...

In front of the Taoist stood a swordsman in white.

Wang Pingan asked, "Who are you?"

The swordsman in white replied: "I am you."

"Then who am I?"

"You are Mo Yun."

The Taoist priest shook his head, "How could I be Mo Yun. I am Mo Yun, who is Bai Zimo?"

"He is the Moyu Remnant Sword." The swordsman in white raised his hand, and there was a small human figure curled up in his palm, but it was Bai Zimo.

"No...I can't be..." The Taoist priest couldn't believe it.

"Don't avoid all this. This is under our plan."

"what's the plan?"

"Sword intent reincarnation, breaking the shackles."

"Whose shackles?"

"Former ancient swordsman."

Mo Yun smiled at the Taoist priest and handed Bai Zimo forward in his palm.

"Come, kill him."

"No." Wang Ping'an said firmly.