Lu Xuguo had a dream. In the dream, there was Baimeiling covered with heavy snow. He and Hanrui and Li Zhuoying agreed to come here to enjoy Bingxin Baimei.
But Hanrui and Li Zhuoying suddenly disappeared. He was walking among the plum blossoms and waiting to reach a spacious place, but he saw his father.
My father has always been cold and harsh. He stood among the white plum trees, holding a sword in his hand, looking at him from afar
The sword he held in his hand was Guanghan, the ancestor of the Lu family. His father hadn't danced his sword for many years. Lu Xuguo was confused, but his hand couldn't help but put it on the scabbard around his waist and slowly walked forward a few steps: Father, why are you here?
Lu Hanjiang didn't say anything. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. A thin layer of frost condensed on his eyelashes, and his face was bloodless. The tip of the sword gently drew an arc on the snow.
Lu Xuguo was alert and no longer moved forward. This move was the starting style of Lu's ancestors, the bright moon set plum sword.
Draw your sword
After the Lu Hanjiang starts, the sword flower is tied up, and the cold light is flashing, like the petals of the white plum blossom in the heart of the ice. The white dress is raised in the cold wind, like a prayer banner that summons the soul.
Father!
Lu Xuguo shouted at him, but his father didn't move, slowly stepped forward, suddenly pulled his feet and ran up, jumped up, and the sword blade slashed towards him. He heard the sound of the sword breaking through the wind.
My father really wants to kill him
He hurriedly dodged sideways, rolling in the snow, and the frost moon on his waist fell.
Lu Hanjiang turned around and stepped on the trunk lightly, jumped to the white plum tree like an immortal, tilted his head slightly, and said coldly: Pick up your sword
Lu Xuguo did not pick up the Frost Moon Sword on the ground
Father, you can't win me...
Lu Hanjiang's eyes suddenly burst into tears and tear open the clothes on his chest. Lu Xuguo had never seen his father have such a look. He was like a long-lost beast in the dark night. He finally tore off his appearance and showed a terrifying hideous face.
He felt a little nervous, but he still hadn't picked up the frost moon on the ground
Pick up your sword and fight me like you are facing an enemy!
Lu Xuguo gasped slightly, his eyes slightly red: You are my father, not the enemy!
Lu Hanjiang didn't say much, the wind and snow suddenly became heavier, and the snow was mixed with white petals
The strong wind roared from the vast universe. Lu Hanjiang started in the wind and snow, with the tip of the sword as the basis, and stabbed straight into the eldest son's face.
Lu Xuguo was forced to fight, but he just turned around and opened his father's Guanghan sword.
The sound of fighting was hidden after the strong wind and snow, and despair and roar were swallowed. Lu Xuguo suddenly couldn't see clearly. He didn't know if it was blood or petals flashing in front of him.
It's blood, where does the red plum blossom come from Baimeiling?
I haven't seen the white plum blossoms yet! Li Zhuoying scratched his head and said to him with a smile, "Don't laugh at me for being unaware of it!"
Li Zhuoying...Li Zhuoying...
Lu Xuguo felt ache. He brought Li Zhuoying here. In addition to taking him to appreciate the white plums, he also wanted to tell him that the girl Yunyao in Taozhou was about to terminate the engagement with him. The silly lady Yunyao had already had a lover.
He also wanted to tell Li Zhuoying... He would take care of him for the rest of his life. If his leg was injured, he would be his leg for the rest of his life.
When the Jing Dynasty border was pacified, he immediately took off his armor and left Mingyuezhou to raft with him.
Lu Xuguo's heart was shocked, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood was like fire, burning his heart hot. He forced himself to hold on, kicking Frost Yue with one foot, holding it
Sword flowers fly, countless plum blossoms fall
Lu Hanjiang's Guanghan sword was stained with blood. Seeing that Lu Xuguo finally responded to the enemy, he whispered: It is worthy of being the glory of the Lu family.
Lu Xuguo held the hilt of the sword tightly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: Father, I'm sorry, my son also wants to spend his whole life with him. I can't die, I can't leave him alone
After saying that, he exerted his strength and stabbed Frost Moon hard as if he was approaching a thousand pounds. Frost Moon broke through the sky and tore the wind and snow. Lu Hanjiang jumped back and shouted: The third style of the bright moon falling in the plum sword, the sword moves at will, and the courage breaks the soul and is shocked at the stars and moons. Now your mind is completely confused, why?
Lu Hanjiang dodged, but did not stop. He then turned around and stabbed Lu Xuguo with the same move.
A sharp blade cut his clothes, and a blood clotted into beads and scattered on the ground
Lu Xuguo coughed violently, stood up with force, and his teeth were bleeding: Father! Do you really want to kill me?!
From the day you are trained to become a military general, I will worship you on the altar. Xu Guo, you will die, this is your life
When Lu Xuguo listened, he felt sad. The past fathers and sons were filial, and then they were full of murderous intentions.
He drew his sword and stood up, turned around and fled to Bai Meilin.
Lu Hanjiang walked over slowly with his sword, and his deep and shallow footprints and blood were soon flooded by heavy snow.
Lu Xuguo ran staggeringly with his sword. He could see that his father set up a formation in the plum forest. This formation was all the death gates, unless he could turn into a bird and fly out.
No! Father! No!!
Li Chi suddenly woke up, and saw Lu Xuguo closing his eyes tightly, bleeding from his lips, and calling his father in pain.
Li Chi took a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead: Stop being Lu Xuguo anymore, being Lu Xuguo is too hard
But Hanrui and Li Zhuoying suddenly disappeared. He was walking among the plum blossoms and waiting to reach a spacious place, but he saw his father.
My father has always been cold and harsh. He stood among the white plum trees, holding a sword in his hand, looking at him from afar
The sword he held in his hand was Guanghan, the ancestor of the Lu family. His father hadn't danced his sword for many years. Lu Xuguo was confused, but his hand couldn't help but put it on the scabbard around his waist and slowly walked forward a few steps: Father, why are you here?
Lu Hanjiang didn't say anything. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. A thin layer of frost condensed on his eyelashes, and his face was bloodless. The tip of the sword gently drew an arc on the snow.
Lu Xuguo was alert and no longer moved forward. This move was the starting style of Lu's ancestors, the bright moon set plum sword.
Draw your sword
After the Lu Hanjiang starts, the sword flower is tied up, and the cold light is flashing, like the petals of the white plum blossom in the heart of the ice. The white dress is raised in the cold wind, like a prayer banner that summons the soul.
Father!
Lu Xuguo shouted at him, but his father didn't move, slowly stepped forward, suddenly pulled his feet and ran up, jumped up, and the sword blade slashed towards him. He heard the sound of the sword breaking through the wind.
My father really wants to kill him
He hurriedly dodged sideways, rolling in the snow, and the frost moon on his waist fell.
Lu Hanjiang turned around and stepped on the trunk lightly, jumped to the white plum tree like an immortal, tilted his head slightly, and said coldly: Pick up your sword
Lu Xuguo did not pick up the Frost Moon Sword on the ground
Father, you can't win me...
Lu Hanjiang's eyes suddenly burst into tears and tear open the clothes on his chest. Lu Xuguo had never seen his father have such a look. He was like a long-lost beast in the dark night. He finally tore off his appearance and showed a terrifying hideous face.
He felt a little nervous, but he still hadn't picked up the frost moon on the ground
Pick up your sword and fight me like you are facing an enemy!
Lu Xuguo gasped slightly, his eyes slightly red: You are my father, not the enemy!
Lu Hanjiang didn't say much, the wind and snow suddenly became heavier, and the snow was mixed with white petals
The strong wind roared from the vast universe. Lu Hanjiang started in the wind and snow, with the tip of the sword as the basis, and stabbed straight into the eldest son's face.
Lu Xuguo was forced to fight, but he just turned around and opened his father's Guanghan sword.
The sound of fighting was hidden after the strong wind and snow, and despair and roar were swallowed. Lu Xuguo suddenly couldn't see clearly. He didn't know if it was blood or petals flashing in front of him.
It's blood, where does the red plum blossom come from Baimeiling?
I haven't seen the white plum blossoms yet! Li Zhuoying scratched his head and said to him with a smile, "Don't laugh at me for being unaware of it!"
Li Zhuoying...Li Zhuoying...
Lu Xuguo felt ache. He brought Li Zhuoying here. In addition to taking him to appreciate the white plums, he also wanted to tell him that the girl Yunyao in Taozhou was about to terminate the engagement with him. The silly lady Yunyao had already had a lover.
He also wanted to tell Li Zhuoying... He would take care of him for the rest of his life. If his leg was injured, he would be his leg for the rest of his life.
When the Jing Dynasty border was pacified, he immediately took off his armor and left Mingyuezhou to raft with him.
Lu Xuguo's heart was shocked, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood was like fire, burning his heart hot. He forced himself to hold on, kicking Frost Yue with one foot, holding it
Sword flowers fly, countless plum blossoms fall
Lu Hanjiang's Guanghan sword was stained with blood. Seeing that Lu Xuguo finally responded to the enemy, he whispered: It is worthy of being the glory of the Lu family.
Lu Xuguo held the hilt of the sword tightly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: Father, I'm sorry, my son also wants to spend his whole life with him. I can't die, I can't leave him alone
After saying that, he exerted his strength and stabbed Frost Moon hard as if he was approaching a thousand pounds. Frost Moon broke through the sky and tore the wind and snow. Lu Hanjiang jumped back and shouted: The third style of the bright moon falling in the plum sword, the sword moves at will, and the courage breaks the soul and is shocked at the stars and moons. Now your mind is completely confused, why?
Lu Hanjiang dodged, but did not stop. He then turned around and stabbed Lu Xuguo with the same move.
A sharp blade cut his clothes, and a blood clotted into beads and scattered on the ground
Lu Xuguo coughed violently, stood up with force, and his teeth were bleeding: Father! Do you really want to kill me?!
From the day you are trained to become a military general, I will worship you on the altar. Xu Guo, you will die, this is your life
When Lu Xuguo listened, he felt sad. The past fathers and sons were filial, and then they were full of murderous intentions.
He drew his sword and stood up, turned around and fled to Bai Meilin.
Lu Hanjiang walked over slowly with his sword, and his deep and shallow footprints and blood were soon flooded by heavy snow.
Lu Xuguo ran staggeringly with his sword. He could see that his father set up a formation in the plum forest. This formation was all the death gates, unless he could turn into a bird and fly out.
No! Father! No!!
Li Chi suddenly woke up, and saw Lu Xuguo closing his eyes tightly, bleeding from his lips, and calling his father in pain.
Li Chi took a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead: Stop being Lu Xuguo anymore, being Lu Xuguo is too hard
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