Chapter 12 Against the Sky

The air in the hall seemed to be stagnant. Zhong Cheng foolishly looked at the sword in his hand, forgetting the darkness, breathing, and even forgetting himself. His eyes, his spirit, and even his soul are concentrated on the extremely gorgeous sword in front of him at this moment.

The three characteristics of gentleman, beautiful jade and sword are the temperament of the sad man with a sad face in front of him. At this time, Zhong Cheng admired the sword-like man standing in front of him. He stood in front of the statue, bowed 90 degrees respectfully, and sincerely saluted the unknown predecessor in front of him.

He could feel the aura and power emanating from this predecessor, which was even close to the person with the same red pupil as himself in the computer.

After Zhong Cheng saluted, he was ready to put the sword back in place, but suddenly, his action stopped. From the bottom of his heart, Zhong Cheng wanted to return this sword to the sword god in front of him. But strangely, Zhong Cheng could not get close to the statue anyway. Once he wanted to get close to the statue, Zhong Cheng felt an invisible force blocking him. There seemed to be a transparent glass in front of him, separating Zhong Cheng from the sword god forever.

There are many strange phenomena in this world that cannot be explained by science. Hit ghosts, meet aliens, and come back to life...

Unexplained superscientific phenomena have always existed. Zhong Cheng did not believe it in the past, but now Zhong Cheng is convinced. Since falling from the ancient well, there have been no more than ten supernatural phenomena that Zhong Cheng has seen. And now Zhong Cheng has met another one.

"Why can't you go there!" Zhong Cheng shouted anxiously and looked up at the lifelike statue.

The sword god's face is still handsome, but the twinkling eyes always imply this color of sadness. Sword God! Why on earth are you worried? Why on earth are you working so hard? Can you bear the troubles of this world alone?

Zhong Cheng stared at the flexible and sad eyes of the Sword God, as if he saw a magnificent picture of the Sword God standing alone on the peak, overlooking everything and worrying!

Wait! Zhong Cheng suddenly recalled this feeling. When he just observed the characters and patterns, one of the patterns left the deepest impression on Zhong Cheng. Because the only pattern depicting a person standing alone on the peak overlooking everything is not an impression painting. Therefore, Zhong Cheng remembered it particularly clearly. Looking at this sad sword god, Zhong Cheng had no doubt that he was the person in the pattern.

"Is there such a past?" Zhong Cheng muttered to himself, and somehow felt a sense of melancholy for the past of the Sword God. Zhong Cheng sighed and suddenly seemed to understand something. He clenched the sword about three feet long, engraved with an inscription and a handle containing dragons and phoenixes. After taking a deep breath, he looked at the sword god seriously and said, "Sword god! I understand what you mean. Do you want me to use your sword to replace you to fight against the ininess of the world?

Of course, the statue can't speak or move, but the statue in front of him miraculously moved his eyes! The originally sad eyes actually had a little expectation after Zhong Cheng's heartfelt words!

Zhong Cheng's psychological quality is already excellent. He has experienced many strange things today. At this moment, he is not surprised at all. Instead, he said very calmly and respectfully: "I understand that although I am not a swordsman, Zhong Cheng is also a famous People's Liberation Army. I will do my best to defend the interests of the people of the motherland! I swear!"

The sword god's eyes changed again. This time, the sword god's eyes were soft, and there was a sense of relief in his eyes. Zhong Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly fixed on the eyes of the sword god.

Zhong Cheng felt that the world was spinning, and the whole world seemed to be trapped in a strong whirlpool, twisting and tearing, and his headache was unbearable. The painful Zhong Cheng had to let go of his hand holding the sword and hold his head to relieve the rough pain.

"Zhong Cheng, if you want to accept my sword, you must first accept my memories! That's a heavy memory, and I hope you can stick to it. In the pain, a gentle but majestic voice appeared in Zhong Cheng's ear. This sound rekindled the fighting spirit.

Zhong Cheng's mind was a littleber. He locked his eyebrows and forced himself to open his eyes.

The world in front of him has already become completely changed. Zhong Cheng, who has just been in the ancient well hall, which is darker than light, is now in a desert that can't be seen clearly. The yellow sand is flying all over the sky, and the sun is scorching the earth, as if it wants to turn everything into ashes. And what shocked Zhong Cheng the most for a long time was the corpses around him!

This dry land is a sea of dead bodies, surrounded by batches of soldiers who died in battle. No soldiers have the glory of dying for the country on their faces. Their faces are just nostalgia and fear! Thinking about the coming year in my hometown, fear of the battlefield!

This is a desert, and this is a Shura purgatory roasted by the fire god!

Seeing the mountain of corpses, Zhong Cheng's mind exploded again! An unprecedented pain deprived Zhong Cheng of his spirit and destroyed Zhong Cheng's will. The pain seemed to drain Zhong Cheng's whole body.

"Ah!!!" Zhong Cheng screamed as hard as he could, as if to force all the pain in his body. Zhong Cheng was afraid. He didn't have the courage to continue watching. His legs couldn't help bending back slightly.

"Don't run away!" The sound reminded Zhong Cheng again. This gentle and majestic voice successfully pulled Zhong Cheng back from the brink of collapse.

Zhong Cheng concentrated his will and regained some consciousness. Although his head was still about to explode, this time Zhong Cheng gritted his teeth and opened his eyes again with a strong will!

The picture in front of him became different again, and Zhong Cheng's eyes was a simple cabin. There is a woman and two men in the wooden house. The woman is only fifteen or sixteen years old. She is very beautiful, wearing a simple but clean green dress and a pair of big watery eyes looking particularly cute. And the two men looked five-three-thick, extremely sloppy and muddy.

The two strong men couldn't help pressing the weak little girl on the floor of the wooden house, tearing her clothes crazily and cruelly** her delicate body. No matter how the woman asks for help and forgiveness, these two crazy beasts don't care at all. The more women ask for help, the happier they are, and the more ferocious they are!

The cold moonlight poured gently on the floor of the wooden house from the simple window. The moonlight shone on the beautiful body of the woman, the vicious faces of the beasts, and reflected the red blood stains on the floor!

"God of War! God of War! Please help me! So painful! It's really good..." The woman tried to push away the two beasts close to her body with her powerless hands, but everything was in vain. No matter how much she asks for help and shouts, this small wooden house in the forest has not passed by even one person! And the god of war in the woman's mouth did not appear to save his believers.

Everything is a fore...

"Bastard!!!" Although he had a splitting headache, despite his lack of physical strength, and knowing that all this was just an illusion, Zhong Cheng couldn't help rushing forward to kill the two crazy beasts. However, as soon as he moved his body, a pain that went into the bone marrow immediately forced him to kneel on the ground and hold his head and scream.

"Alas..." With a long sigh, the pain in Zhong Cheng's mind suddenly disappeared.

Although his head did not hurt, Zhong Cheng still knelt on the ground and gasped. Zhong Cheng will never forget the scene and the pain. He recovered and slowly stood up.

The spirit in front of us is still not the hall just now, but the top of a cloudy peak. There are no trees, no flowers and plants, but only the raised stones. On the edge of the cliff in front of Zhong Cheng, a man with a long sword, white robe and long hair was standing quietly.

Zhong Cheng did not move. Even if it was just his back, Zhong Cheng could still feel the sadness in the heart of the owner of his back, the sadness for the world.

"Zhong Cheng, you haven't accepted all my memories." The man spoke with his back to Zhong Cheng, and his voice was a little less gentle, but a little more cold.

"I know." Zhong Cheng did not avoid this question. "Those memories are too heavy for me to accept."

"So, what do you think?" The man still didn't look back. Zhong Cheng couldn't see his expression clearly, but the man's expression must be melancholy now.

"I, I want to do what I can and help those who can help!" Zhong Cheng's answer was complete without hesitation.

"Do you know that you have helped some people in the world, but there are more people you can't help! Even so..." With that, the man turned his head, and Zhong Cheng finally clearly saw the true face of the sword god Lushan, which was undoubtedly a rare handsome face in the world. With wisdom and sadness, he raised his nose high and was so elegant and domineering. This is definitely a person who has the ability to dominate the sky!

The breeze gently rolled up the man's white shirt. "Even so, do you still want to do this unproductive thing without hesitation?"

"I will!" Zhong Cheng looked at the man's eyes and did not retreat. "It's effective! At least one person has been helped! That's enough!"

"Enough!?" The man looked at Zhong Cheng in surprise and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Enough!? Are you kidding?" The man's voice suddenly became violent, "What's enough? Do you know how painful it is to feel powerlessness and guilt when you are happy to save some people but learn that more people have not been saved! You haven't experienced anything. What's the right to say enough!"

"I have it!" Zhong Cheng's tone also intensified. At this time, he couldn't retreat. "Yes, I really haven't experienced it!" But that's why I'm qualified to say this sentence! It is because I haven't experienced it that I don't know the pain; it's because I don't know the pain that I can do it more without hesitation!"

The wind became more violent and disturbed the earth without any mercy.

Zhong Cheng's words made the handsome sword god lower his head for a long time and fall into meditation. Zhong Cheng also fell into silence. The peak suddenly became silent, but the violent wind was still roaring wantonly.

"Maybe you're right. You're different from me." The sword god raised his head and looked at Zhong Cheng, "But I still want to ask you."

"You say it."

"My memory is the memory of my sword. If you want to take this sword away, you have to bear this heavy memory. Can you afford this burden?" The sword god took the sword from his back with the scabbard and affectionately stroked the exquisitely carved scabbard.

"I can't talk nonsense," Zhong Cheng thought for a while and said seriously, "but I will never put it down!"

"Very good, don't easily promise something you are not sure about. I can rest assured..." The man closed his eyes and put the sword close to his cheek. A smile slipped across the corners of his mouth! He smiled for a long time as if he was recalling something extremely happy in the past...

Zhong Cheng did not dare to disturb him. He just stood aside and looked at the movements of the sword god without saying a word.

"Okay..." The sword god opened his eyes, moved his sword, and then said to Zhong Cheng, "I can safely give you this sword. Use it well, it will be a great help for you in the future. This sword is called 'Againd the Sky', remember!"

"Yes!" Zhong Cheng didn't say much and only used one word to make his determination clear to the sword god.

"Okay, that's it!" The man looked at Zhong Cheng with relief and slowly closed his eyes. And the surrounding scenery is gradually fading.

"Senior! Before you leave, I think..." Zhong Cheng looked at the scenery around him slowly fading and said hurriedly. But the sword god smiled at Zhong Cheng and said, "It doesn't matter what the name is. You just need to remember that the name of the sword is 'Against Heaven'. Maybe if you are predestined in the future, you will know who I am. His body is gradually disappearing with the scenery around him.

Zhong Cheng opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth only spit out two words in the end - "cherish!"

Time is ruthless, and it is walking its own path all the time. The senior and the surrounding scenery finally disappeared, and everything was replaced by the hall illuminated by fire again.

Zhong Cheng shook his mind and found that the corners of his eyes had become wet. Although they have known each other for less than a few minutes, Zhong Cheng's heart has deeply branded the voice and smile of the sword god predecessor. This memory is a memory that Zhong Cheng will never forget in his life. That person is a person that Zhong Cheng will never forget in his life.

The sword called "Against the Sky" lay quietly in front of Zhong Cheng's heel. Zhong Cheng took a look at the statue and found that the sadness in the eyes of the predecessor Sword God still disappeared, replaced by relief and hope.

"I won't let you down!" Zhong Cheng secretly swore that he picked up the sword on the ground. I found the medicine box from the backpack, then took out a roll of bandages, pulled off the bandages and tied them to his back. Then he finally took a look at the face of the sword god that he would never forget, and Zhong Cheng continued to step forward.

The demeanor of the Sword God made Zhong Cheng forget everything, forget fear, and forget despair. This temperament even made Zhong Cheng forget to ask the sword god where this place is!

In addition to giving Zhong Cheng a rare sword called "again the sky", the Sword God also gave Zhong Cheng a spirit that is most urgently needed today - that is hope!

Be sure to leave the hope of the underworld! Zhong Cheng vowed to walk alive