"Huh?"

The sky was tinged with a faint white, the sun rose in the east, and the dawn was about to break.

The sun at the sea level is also gradually coming to the fore.

Won?...... It's over?

Aoyama looked back at the relieved and relieved looks of his two companions, as if the dust had settled.

By the way, I will take in the beautiful scenery of this good day.

The tide emitted a faint blue light, and the snow was full of spring breeze.

He looked at Zilong's handsome face again. I couldn't believe it for a while.

Is all of this true? It's so beautiful that it's not like it's real.

More like ............ A dream.

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Have you ever met each other's familiar faces in a dream?

People have been praying to Buddha for too many years for beautiful fate.

There is a snow lotus on the iceberg, sitting on the top of the mountains.

They say that she has been born for a thousand years, and that with her you have been given forever.

If you just wait, fate won't come quietly.

It's like the beautiful snow lotus that you can't see without the iceberg.

Pray for flowers, O people, so that he may have them forever.

Snow Lotus said, never far away, just in your heart.

Just this winter, snowflakes fell from the sky.

The snow lotus turned into patches of snowflakes at this moment.

Broken and sunk in the sand, the losers found their eternal home in the snow.

The road ahead is long, and since then, you have known you forever, and you have also found him familiar.

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When you open your eyes, the dawn of the beach with its breathtaking scenery is no longer in front of you.

Rather, it was a wooden bedside table.

...... It's a dream.

There was a warm feeling in the bed, and Aoyama was still recalling what he saw in his dreams when he was half asleep and half awake.

Those who fought to the death...... Those two powerful companions, as well as ............

'Brother Aoyama. ’

Zilong.

After a while, Qingshan was still dazed, but his mind had already woken up.

How can you remember it so clearly? Is it really a dream?

No, no, it's not a dream, it's all real, it's all real.

It was a day ago............ Something that has just been experienced.

Aoyama closed his eyes and brought his thoughts back to that moment that he didn't want to forget in his life.

Remember what happened after that............

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The dark eyes closed and opened.

The scenery in front of you is still so incredible and intoxicating.

The spring breeze is blowing, and a warmth rushes to my heart, and there is no need to ...... Fight for your life more.

The Hundred Soldiers Conference, so far, has come to a successful conclusion and has come to an end.

The sects participating in the 100 Soldiers Conference are large and small, and there are at least 60 types of weapons.

In the end, there were not even six or ten people who survived.

"So, the sword comes first, and the gun comes second?"

Qingshan once again pointed at his sword to take a closer look at the transparent blue light sword that put an end to everything.

Than in front of you, the sword is born from the heart.

What was reflected in the translucent long sword was Zilong's handsome face.

Looking up at the snow, Aoyama tried to cover his forehead with his sword to prevent the snowflakes from drifting into his eyes.

Through the blue light sword, Qingshan saw that there was more than just a bright moon in the sky.

There is also a starry sky, sparkling.

Frost and snow are blowing down all over the head, and it looks like a white head.

Looking at the starry sky that was about to usher in dawn and the stars that were about to disappear, Qingshan smiled slightly.

And looking at Qingshan, who was smiling, Zilong also laughed together.

The time of separation is coming.

Yixin gently patted Aoyama's shoulder, and Alice behind him also followed.

It seems that they also found the end of the battle.

"Aoyama Dao Chief, good swordsmanship, if you have a chance, I really want to try it with you......"

This is true, after looking at Qingshan's bizarre sword just now, he always feels that he can learn something from it.

If you can go to that speed yourself............

"Hmph, we're all fighting to the death, and you're flirting with this little white face here!"

Alice blushed and still looked arrogant, not wanting to admit Aoyama's ability and awareness.

It's so frivolous!

Hearing the words 'little white face', Zilong's face turned red again, and he didn't know what to say.

Aoyama scratched the back of his head, only then did he notice that his headband was broken, and now it was a mantle.

After a slight haircut, Qingshan said to the two: "Two, the Hundred Soldiers Conference has ended, it seems that the time for us to separate has come, although we know each other very little in the past few days, and the time we get along is not long, but the skills and skills of the two, and these days of birth and death together, ......are unforgettable in Xiaqingshan."

Speaking of the word 'separation', everyone's eyelids were a little lowered, and it seemed that the same loneliness floated in their hearts............

"Hmph, if you remember, then, what's going on?"

Rarely, Alice took over Aoyama's words, and it seemed that at the end of the day, she no longer cared about face and personal preferences.

Zilong leaned over, stood beside Qingshan, and quietly listened to the conversation of the three swordsmen, which was different from the three guns he had been in, and it seemed that the relationship between the three people made people feel harmonious.

"Ah, speaking of which, I'm going to set out at once to visit a senior, who lives at the foot of a mountain not far away, and whom I met by chance, though it is a little strange to say so, but............ He should be a master of the sword. ”

Master?Is there anyone else in the Street of Swords who can be called a master by this Kitamura Yixin, who has just defeated Yao Wanli, the head of the three guns?

Alice's eyes widened a little, and Zilong was also curious.

As for Aoyama............ After thinking about it, it seems like there is a candidate in my heart.

"What about you? Where are you going next? Alice, are you going to find your father? Aoyama, I remember you are here...... Sightseeing, what, do you have a place to go back and a place you want to go?"

Where to go back...... It's only been a few months since he left Kyushu, and Aoyama has made several trips before the ghost gate.

Where he wants to go back...... Where there is only green water.

"No, I'm fine. Shaking his head, Aoyama denied Ichishin's speculation.

"The Paladin Exam will be held in two and a half years, and I will not be able to return to the Holy See to take it then, and there is no place to go......"

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Aoyama and Alice looked at each other, their eyebrows flickering, as if they had made up their minds.

"Then or ......"

"Otherwise, let's go with you, meet the master by the way, and continue to hone your swordsmanship!"

"yes, so be it, that's a good idea!"

It was rare for Alice and Aoyama to agree, and the two made up their minds as soon as they sang and harmonized.

Looking at Qingshan and Alice, and smiling together, Zilong lowered his eyebrows slightly, as if he felt the tacit understanding between the three of them who had met for less than three days.

He thought to himself...... Myself...... Can you feel this joy too?

"Zilong, what about you? Where are you going, Is there anything you want to do, is there any place you want to go?"

Hehe, Zilong's smile gradually appeared on his face.

I'm waiting for this.

He was waiting for Aoyama to ask.

What do you want to do...... There is one thing, where to go, but there is not yet.

"No, Brother Qingshan, I came to Sword Street to hone my skills, and to understand how strong I am now to participate in the Hundred Soldiers Conference, if you don't dislike it...... I want to walk with you for the rest of the day, until you leave the Street of Swords, I always feel that if I am by your side, I can become stronger, can I?

Brother Aoyama...... Brother Aoyama ............

Brother Qingshan is very intimate, how can this Qingshan be embarrassed to refuse?

"Of course, of course, it's okay, is it lively when there are more people!"

Putting his arm on Zilong's shoulder, leading him forward, Qingshan introduced Zilong to the two of them endlessly.

Though...... He didn't know how much.

Along the way, they talked and laughed, and kept discussing more or less of the three battles just now.

One will talk about Yao Wanli's talent, and the other will say that Lie Hongchuang is really a pervert.

One will talk about Zilong's spearmanship, and the other will talk about Alice's youth.

Alice was still poking at Qingshan, causing Zilong to laugh.

I have a new understanding of Qingshan from the bottom of my heart.,I really want to talk to him about swordsmanship.。 Always interrupted.

Walking through this stretch of sand, leaving rows and rows of footprints, the four set off in the direction of the mountain.

It is a small world?

In this piece of laughter, Qingshan can no longer feel the loneliness and loneliness when he first arrived.

And he left.

Dawn breaks, and the oncoming spring breeze blows, warming every corner of Sword Street.

The waves crashed on the deserted beach, washing all the footprints with the seawater.

Those who fought hard for what.

I can't take in the full view of this beautiful day.

I can't feel this warm spring breeze.

and left forever.

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"As you go, the snow starts to fall. ”

"When you came back, the snow stopped. ”

The snow stopped, and Qingshan and his party also walked through the mountain road and came to the mansion of the master at the foot of the mountain.

Although the snow stopped, the person who said these two words had a weather-beaten face.

The years have left countless marks on his face, and in every fold, there is a sharp sword qi hidden.

"Senior, sure enough, it's you............"

Qingshan recognized the identity of this old man at a glance, if it weren't for him, Qingshan would not have participated in any desperate meeting of the hundred soldiers............

Sword Saint - Ghost Willow, the old man who is over half a hundred years old is sitting in front of the porch, smiling at several young guests.

"The game is over?What kind of wind is blowing today?It actually blew four young masters in front of my ghost willow together......"

After a little pinch and assessment of the strength of several people, Ghost Liu was not surprised, as if he was pinching it, he held a slender wooden stick in his hand, and knocked his palm from time to time, and his eyes kept looking at Yixin's face.

"Seniors, there are a lot of troubles, in this time I went down the mountain by chance, I found a few friends, I want to take them to visit the seniors together, and I don't know if the seniors are convenient enough?"

spoke so politely and politely, and Yixin also understood very well in his heart that if he brought three people to visit the guests and was bombed back, it would be a big mess..................

In a moment of fear, Yixin's sharp eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Haha, it's okay, I just returned from the battlefield, and the killing gas hasn't been cleaned up yet, right!............?

After speaking, Ghost Liu greeted him with a smile, got up and led everyone into the dojo in the house.

Yixin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Alice's playful face as if she had seen the elders at a loss, and signaled that the lady would take precedence.

Stroking through the porch, Aoyama walked at the back of the crowd.

He noticed that there was still a bit of snow on the door frame.

The branches are condensed, and from time to time there are a few moving squeaks, which are clearly audible.

The grass and firewood house is quiet in the mountains............

Unexpectedly, there is such a place in this street market where weapons are constantly colliding and crowds are constantly bustling......

It's refreshing, it's very pure.