Chapter 195 Master is Here 14
He laughed hoarsely, what if there is an afterlife?
No matter how many afterlives there are, he will always stick to one path to the end.
If there is an afterlife, please say you love me in person.
He only murmured this in his heart, and then cast his eyes into the distance.
"Master, look, there is a bright beam of light over there." He pointed to the distance and spoke in a slightly ambiguous voice.
And Gu Li's eyes suddenly became solemn the moment the light came on: "It's the sword tomb!"
That is the location of the sword tomb, and the only thing that can make the sword tomb show such light is the Taihe Sword.
The Taihe Sword is afraid that it will not work, and this may be the last glory of its life.
Gu Li lowered his eyes and looked at his apprentice with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, ready to chop it down heavily.
You'd better be alive.
"Master, don't touch me. I want to go to the Sword Tomb with you." Qin Yu didn't even turn his head and said lightly: "Anyway, if you die, I won't live either. It's better to die in front of Master."
He said hoarsely: "At least, at least let you have some sympathy."
Gu Li paused with his fingertips, and after a while, he said coldly: "Stupid."
Stupid to death.
Hopelessly stupid.
Qin Yu clenched his fists, put them against his lips and laughed twice.
When the anger in Master's eyes became more and more intense, he suddenly raised his eyes, with stars in them: "But the fool likes it."
You.
At the last moment, Qin Yu swallowed the word.
Forget it, why make Ah Li uncomfortable at the last moment?
It's good to go alive and well.
Gu Li knew what the word he swallowed was, but he didn't know what to say.
She had never thought about such a thing, and naturally had never thought about how to deal with it.
But now, Qin Yu had no intention of listening to her answer.
The long sword rose from the sheath to the air. Qin Yu stepped on it and looked at the slightly stunned master, and smiled: "Master, it's time for us to save the world!"
The next moment, he turned his head and flew towards the sword tomb, no longer looking at the eyes behind him, and no longer looking at the small courtyard where he once lived.
The more he looked, the more unwilling he was, and the more he hated.
The wind blew across his cheeks, and the smile on Qin Yu's face became more and more arrogant and cold.
He actually hated, and he didn't even know who he hated.
Destiny?
Ridiculous!
Thunder roared in the sky, and he actually stepped into the golden elixir at this moment.
Amid the thunder roar, the sword was like a deep-sea ship, without any turbulence.
After a long time, a golden light rose from the horizon.
Qin Yu, Jindan.
In the Jindan stage, the life span is 300 years.
But he didn't even have three days left.
When the two arrived at the sword tomb, the Taihe people were already waiting there.
The moment the low-level disciples saw Qin Yu, they felt an incomparable sense of oppression.
The sword energy that was too sharp and seemed to cut through the sky made them almost suffocate.
It didn't seem like the aura that a Jindan could have, but more like the powerful sword intent that was inadvertently emitted by a great man who had experienced thousands of hardships.
What happened to Qin Yu?
"Qin Yu." The head of the sect looked at the disciple who still had a smile on his face, and said again: "Are you really sure?"
His sword energy was clearly full of resentment.
Qin Yu extended two fingers and tapped the long sword lightly: "Why are you not sure?"
He looked up at the cloudless blue sky, and laughed with an inexplicable irony and joy: "I couldn't be more sure."
The moment Ali's fate was decided on this day, he could no longer be sure of his future.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ordinary sword in his hand also trembled slightly and made a sound.
The sword is spiritual, and it will ring when it is unfair.
At this moment, the head of the sect could feel his overwhelming resentment, but he didn't understand why he insisted on entering the sword tomb.
He had the choice to live, but he chose the one that was destined to die. He
was clearly on the path he chose, but he was still unwilling to give up.
This disciple is really a strange person.
"Master, you are a little slow." The sound of wind flashed behind him, and Qin Yu couldn't help but look back at his master who had reached the realm of perfection but was still half a step behind him.
You must be a little reluctant.
It was because of this reluctance that he felt that everything was worth it.
Qin Yu, admit it.
You don't have any great talents, you are just a fool who is willing to die for love.
"The time has come, we should set off." The haze between his eyebrows became heavier, but the smile on the corners of his lips became more and more brilliant.
At this moment, the disciples of Taihe Sword Sect found that the uncle who was as gentle as the bright moon was as dazzling as the scorching sun at this moment, making people dare not look directly at him.
"Master, please." Qin Yu leaned over slightly and stretched out a hand to lead the way for Gu Li.
Seeing the master and disciple disappear in the sword tomb, the headmaster sighed heavily.
He looked back at the young men who looked a little scared, and said lightly: "When you enter the sword tomb, don't think too much, just choose the sword that suits you best."
"Headmaster, where are the master and uncle?" Finally, someone couldn't wait to ask the question.
They only knew about this on the eve of their departure. To repair the Taihe Sword, do they have to sacrifice their lives?
"You will help them if you choose the sword intent quickly."
"Isn't it okay to not die?" A disciple's crying voice came, which made the headmaster sneer.
Young people don't understand that not everything in the world will go as people want.
He waved his hand and stepped into the sword tomb with several junior brothers.
Inside the Sword Tomb, the sword energy is everywhere.
Gentle, fierce, blazing, cold, all kinds of sword intents swam in the sword tomb like fish.
Qin Yu chuckled and looked at his unusually silent master, saying, "I heard that after the death of all cultivators in this world, their innate sword intent will fall into this sword tomb. I wonder if you and I have a chance."
Gu Li looked at him solemnly, pursed his lips and said, "Yes."
They only sacrificed their cultivation for the sword, not their sword intent.
"Really?" Qin Yu curled his lips and smiled: "That's fine."
"When the time comes, I will let my sword will cling tightly to Master's, and never separate."
Qin Yu's fingertips touched a touch of sword will as gentle as water, and then pushed it away: "Let our sword will stay deep in the sword tomb, and no one will inherit it."
"I will cling to Master, for life after life, so that you will never be able to get rid of me."
His words were childish. After a person dies, how can the sword will follow your thoughts?
Gu Li's lips moved, and after a while, she whispered: "Okay."
This is not bad, she is also lazy to let others inherit her sword will.
It's enough to have one stupid disciple. If there is another one who can't understand her sword will, wouldn't she be restless in her grave?
If her sword will can be combined with this stupid disciple, it would be a good idea.
Just think of it as fulfilling his wish.
"Tsk..." Qin Yu said a little bit viciously: "When the time comes, those people can see it but can't eat it. Maybe they will scold the sword master for being stingy with his sword will."
Gu Li glanced at him sideways, and it was rare for him to chat with him: "Is there no one scolding you?"
"Of course not." Qin Yu smiled and narrowed his eyes, with a cunning flash in his eyes: "My disciple is just a golden elixir, how can anyone want to inherit such a weak sword will?"