As the sun set, the heartbroken man was at the end of the world.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Solitary Sword Village. The once noisy village was now dead silent. Corpses littered the ground and blood flowed like a river. It was like a ghost town.
On this blood-red land that ordinary people avoided, a young man walked over. From afar, his appearance gradually appeared. He had a rectangular face, sharp eyebrows, thin lips, and was wearing a blue robe. Even the band that tied his hair was blue. Coupled with his resolute face and the long sword in his hand, he looked like a handsome swordsman.
As he got closer and closer to the village, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"What happened here? Why is there such a strong smell of blood?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned by the scene before him.
"Who did this?"
The young man stared at the tragic scene in front of him with his mouth agape. Then, he was furious. When the young man was young, all his relatives were slaughtered by bandits. In the end, he was the only one left. Fortunately, his master saved him.
Thinking of his master, the young man's angry face revealed some tenderness. Thinking of his master's teachings to him, he quickly looked around to see if there was anyone alive.
"I am the Huashan Sect's eldest disciple, Linghu Chong. Is anyone here?”
As Linghu Chong looked around, he realized that these people had been dead for a long time. Seeing how the enemy had slaughtered the village, Linghu Chong knew that there was no way anyone could survive. However, he was still unwilling and shouted three times.
After a while, Linghu Chong looked at the silent surroundings and was gradually disappointed. He had wanted to leave, but when he saw the corpses strewn all over the ground, he seemed to be moved.
Forget it, if he didn't help them collect their corpses today. It was unknown when more people would come to this isolated village. They had died tragically when they were alive, so they couldn't just leave their corpses in the wilderness after they died.
Linghu Chong found an empty space. He waved his sword a few times, and the ground caved in with a boom.
Ling Huchong was just about to move the corpses when he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind. He was shocked.‘With a swoosh, the sword was unsheathed.
Dugu Duan looked at the sword on his neck and sighed in his heart. This was martial arts. He didn't even see a shadow, but Linghu Chong's sword was already on his neck. He clenched his fists and thought, I must learn peerless martial arts.
Linghu Chong sized up the young man in front of him. He had delicate features and was extremely handsome. Although his hair was disheveled, his face was extremely pale, and his robe was tattered, he did not look like a broken ring. On the contrary, he looked strangely carefree.
Although Linghu Chong was impressed by the other party's appearance, he did not let his guard down. He did not know if the other party was a friend or a foe.
"I am extremely grateful to Hero Linghu for burying the dead.”
Du Guduan did not care about the sword on his neck. He looked at Linghu Chong respectfully and cupped his fists.
He was indeed grateful to Linghu Chong for burying his fellow countrymen for him. To be able to do this for a stranger, Linghu Chong was indeed worthy of being called a chivalrous man. It was also because of this that Dugu Duan dared to come out. Otherwise, even when he heard that the other party was Linghu Chong, he wouldn't have dared to come out. Who knew if Linghu Chong was like a novel? After all, this world was real, and the novel didn't mention Lone Sword Village at all.
"Who are you?"
Ling Huchong put away his sword and saw that his sword was placed on the other party's neck. The other party even bowed to him in gratitude. He was very embarrassed. Moreover, he observed that the other party's feet were floating like rootless duckweed. He could tell at a glance that there was no internal strength. In addition to his gratitude for burying the body, it seemed that he should be a survivor of this village.
"My surname is Mo and my name is Duan. They are the villagers of this village."
Although Du Guduan trusted Linghu Chong, he still remembered his grandfather's words and did not dare to say his surname. Moreover, although Linghu Chong had a good character, he had appeared in this remote village. This matter was a little strange, and he couldn't help but think about it. Before he had the strength to laugh and rule over the world, he could only use the name of his previous life.
"Oh?"
Ling Huchong frowned and pondered for a moment before asking seriously,""What happened to this village?”
"I don't know either. I was resting in the room when I heard the shouting outside. I was so scared that I closed the door and hid under the bed. He only dared to come out just now."
Dugu Duan's eyes were slightly red. He lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Linghu Chong did not laugh at his cowardice. After all, he was just an ordinary person who did not know martial arts.
"Since that's the case, don't be too sad. After all, the dead have passed away. The two of us will bury these villagers together.”
Ling Huchong comforted the grieving Dugu Duan, but he was thinking about what his master had told him before he left the mountain.
.. dividing line
"Chong-er, you're going to Fujian to find a small village called Solitary Sword Village.”
Yue Buqun stroked his beard and looked at Linghu Chong with narrowed eyes. This disciple of his was good in every aspect. It would be perfect if he could not be greedy for alcohol.
"What a strange name. Master, why are you looking for this village?”Linghu Chong asked in confusion.
"Because I received news that the Demonic Sect is also looking for this village. As for why they are looking for him, I don't know. That's why I asked you to investigate and see if there's any conspiracy.”
Yue Buqun stopped here. He had indeed received a tip-off, but it wasn't from the Devil Cult, but from Mount Song Sect. That was why Old Yue attached great importance to this village. He attached great importance to anything related to Zuo Shixiong.
"In that case, don't worry, Master. If I find any demonic cultivators, I'll kill them all with one sword strike.”Ling Huchong looked at his Master's troubled face and quickly patted his chest.
"Nonsense, I was afraid that you would be like this. You can kill one Demon Sect thief, but can you kill a group? If the other party finds out, won't they lose their lives in vain? What will happen to your master and your master's wife then?”Yue Buqun roared angrily at Ling Huchong.
"I'm sorry, master and disciple know their mistakes.”
Although Linghu Chong was scolded, he was very touched. Master is really too good to me.
"Chong-er, you've been impulsive since you were young, but now that you've grown up, your master hopes that you can use your brain more in the future.”Yue Buqun sighed.
Linghu Chong felt extremely guilty.
"In addition, you must remember this time. Unless it's absolutely necessary, don't fight with others. If you don't want to fight, try not to expose your identity.”
Yue Buqun's expression was serious as he stared at Linghu Chong.
"I will follow Master's teachings!"
Linghu Chong nodded solemnly.
"Also, you must drink less. If you drink and delay your business, don't blame me for punishing you.”
Yue Buqun originally wanted to say that he didn't drink, but thinking that even he himself didn't believe that his eldest disciple didn't drink, he could only exhort.
"I wouldn't dare!"
Ling Huchong was stunned for a moment before nodding his head.
.. dividing line
Du Guduan ignored Linghu Chong, who was lost in his memories, and began to move the corpses by himself.
He looked at the familiar faces, but they all turned extremely cold at this moment. She felt as if her heart was being roasted by a fire.
When he saw Huang Jing and Xiao Ying's corpses, he felt endless pain.
Dugu Jin's corpse was lying alone in the courtyard. When Dugu Duan ran out to look for Linghu Chong, he didn't even dare to look at his grandfather's corpse.
At this moment, Dugu Duan was kneeling beside his grandfather's corpse, looking at Dugu Jin, who was soaked in blood. For some reason, there was no pain in his heart. Perhaps he was already numb.
He calmly picked up his grandfather's body and placed it in the middle of the pit, remaining silent.
"I'm sorry! I was just thinking about something. You're done moving, so leave the rest to me.”
Du Guduan felt someone pat his shoulder and was shocked. He turned around and saw that it was Linghu Chong.
Dugu Duan shook his head silently.
Linghu Chong looked at the silent Dugu Duan and didn't know how to comfort him. Although he was also an orphan, he still had his master, his master's wife, his junior brothers, and his junior sisters.
an hour later
Dugu Duan was kneeling in front of a large mound. There was a wooden board in front of him with the words 'Tomb of the Solitary Sword Village'.
Grandpa, Uncle Huang, Little Ying. All the souls of the people who died unjustly in the Solitary Sword Village, your souls in heaven will be my witnesses. I will kill Zuo Lengchan and slaughter Mount Song Sect within five years. Dugu Duan swore in his heart.
"Mo Duan, what are your plans for the future?”Linghu Chong asked Dugu Duan who was kneeling in front of the tomb.
"Hero Linghu, can you teach me martial arts?”
Dugu Duan looked at Linghu Chong with bright eyes.
"Why do you want to learn martial arts?"
Linghu Chong's eyes flickered as he looked at Dugu Duan. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"Because I want to protect the weak, so that this kind of tragedy will never happen again.”
Dugu Duan's face darkened as he thought, I'm learning martial arts for revenge.”However, he knew Ling Huchong's temper and knew what he should and shouldn't say.
Ling Huchong looked at the gloomy Dugu Duan and heard his words. For some reason, he seemed to see his own figure in Dugu Duan. He wanted to refuse, but he swallowed his words. Since that was the case, he would bring Dugu Duan back to Mount Hua first.
"In that case, come back to Mount Hua with me first.”
"Thank you, Hero Linghu!"
Dugu Duan suppressed the excitement in his heart and hurriedly thanked him.
"Haha…don't call me Hero anymore. I'm only a few years older than you, just call me Brother Chong.”Linghu Chong smiled.
"Yes, Brother Chong!"
Dugu Duan also laughed.
This was the first time Dugu Duan had smiled since the massacre of the village. He had just changed into clean clothes. The last bit of sunlight fell on Dugu Duan's body, draping him with a golden coat. Linghu Chong felt a sense of self-abasement.
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