Floating, floating, spinning, spinning, even a drop of blood can drag it down and fall into the whirlpool.

The crowd who felt happy because of the sword kept telling the bitterness in their hearts, causing bursts of laughter, and the laughter formed a whirlpool, constantly turning back and forth in the dojo, and the feather was also led by the whirlpool to the head of the center, the green mountain.

"Dao Chief, why are you swinging your sword?"

Taoist ...... Castle Peak Road Chief............

The road is still long.

Road......

Future......

What is it?

The road ahead......

Swing a sword in order not to swing it again............

Is it really what Oni Ryu said? These people look so happy when they swing their swords, and they are happy and happy.

Is it because one day you will no longer have such happiness, so that you wield the sword?

Isn't that right..................

Everyone swings a sword for their own reasons, neither to swing it for the sake of not swinging it anymore, nor to swing it for pleasure.

Aoyama thought to himself...... What did you swing your sword for?

Before you know it, the laughter around you stops.

Qingshan thought quietly, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think of anything.

As long as he thinks about the sword, only the image of a beautiful woman will appear in his mind.

Green Water, it was Green Water who taught him swordsmanship, and he used to swing swords for Green Water.

Now that the green water is gone, what is he swinging his sword for?

And at the end of the day, swing the sword...... Do you really need a reason?

If there is no reason, can't it?

No, Qingshan is not only a swordsman, but also a Taoist.

If you don't find any meaning in this life that is destined to die.

Life is meaningless, and the life given to him by green water is meaningless.

Today, Aoyama still hasn't figured out what he's swinging his sword for.

But he knew what he had started wielding his sword for.

"That's right, I'm the last person of the Huashan Sword Sect, if I don't swing the sword anymore, this swordsmanship will be lost............"

Before he could finish speaking, a man reached out to stop Aoyama and motioned for him not to say any more.

While Qingshan was thinking, the crowd was silent for a while, and they had already discovered the loneliness and confusion on Qingshan's face.

It looks very sad.

It's just a sadness that makes people look at it as if they're going to cry............

Daoist Aoyama, who was talking and laughing with the big guy just now, would show such an unsuspecting expression in front of someone who has never been alive............

Closeness, friendliness, these words are hard to describe this gentle man.

"Aoyama Daoist, it's okay, everyone has unspeakable secrets, we can all feel that you are a gentle and kind person, I'm really embarrassed to trouble you today, and let you listen to our embarrassing housework...... Hey hey ............"

Seeing that the sun is waning, the man who took the lead summed up today's happiness and wanted to send Aoyama Road a long ride at the end. At the very least, let the family go back happily.

"No, no, thanks to you, I've learned something......

Aoyama humbly lowered his head, still immersed in thinking about the answer, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Okay, then Aoyama Daoist, come and see it often when you have time! Everyone will be happy to see you! Swing the sword more energetically!"

A group of people lay silently in front of the porch, and not a single person made a sound.

Men, women and children, quietly, silently, under the sunset of this dyed yellow sky, watched the back of a gentle swordsman and a dashing young man leaving side by side.

Until the figures of the two disappeared from view, and people did not leave from the porch.

Looking in the direction in which the two had left, someone spoke.

"Castle Peak Road Chief...... I didn't believe his story when I heard it, but I think it's all true......"

"Well, I feel the same way, even if I don't have to make a move, I can feel it, that person's sword must be very strong. ”

"He finally said that he was sent by Huashan Sword, have you heard of it?"

"When I saw him today, I felt that he was different from the rumors, just like us, a common man. ”

"Alas, Aoyama Michicho, what a powerful person......"

"I hope the son next to him can resolve the sadness in his heart......"

The mouths of the crowd were mixed, full of words of praise for Qingshan. and words of concern.

Soon after, those words were scattered in the wind, and all that came from the entire dojo was the sound of the sword swinging the wind..............................

The silver robe shone against the setting sun, and Zilong also felt that Qingshan's appearance was a little different from usual.

Brother Qingshan like this, this is the first time he has seen ............

Everywhere he goes, he brings a smile to his face, Michicho Aoyama who tells bad jokes, Michichi Aoyama who is shy and approachable, Michichi Aoyama who is kind and gentle, and Michichi Aoyama who has obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness.

Today, it is the first time for Zilong to see such a lonely and heartbroken Qingshan Dao Chief.

It's like...... I was the same at the time.

Thinking of this, Zilong couldn't hide his curiosity, so he asked with concern: "Brother Qingshan, you look a little lost, what happened?"

"What are you thinking? Has someone said something bad about you?"

Zilong, who looked considerate and tender, looked left and right and asked Qingshan about the beginning and the end.

Seeing Zilong's gentle face, it seemed to overlap with the old man.

It's been a long time since anyone cared about him like this..................

The pace under his feet did not stop, but walked faster, ahead of Zilong, not wanting him to see his current useless face.

Qingshan finally couldn't hide his sadness, suppressed his tears with his sword energy, and said the pain he couldn't tell ordinary people.

"I ...... My sister passed away a few months ago. ”

"Sometimes...... I feel like it's been a long time. It's like a snow that has fallen for a thousand years. ”

"Sometimes...... But it is not. Her figure was in a trance just yesterday. ”

"Keep swinging your sword...... It felt like she was always there for me and never left. ”

"Maybe that's why I keep ...... Keep swinging your sword.................."

Qingshan, who was talking to himself, stopped, looked back, and found that Zilong still hadn't left a single step, and he followed closely like a shadow.

Turning around and continuing to walk, Zilong followed again.

"I'm sorry, Zilong, I made you feel a little sad to talk about such a gloomy topic, right?"

The sound of tapping, tapping, silver boots stepping on the back is exceptionally clear.

Even if he didn't look back, Qingshan could feel that Zilong was shaking his head at this moment.

"It's okay, Brother Qingshan, I know, I have had a similar experience, I think it was a long time, it was indeed a long time, but even if it was long, I can't forget it, I sometimes feel that time was very short, really short, so short that I haven't been able to feel it properly, so short that I haven't had time to change it......"

It's a long road...... But seek a confidant.

There is no need for hugs, no charity, no accumulation of feelings and white horses.

All it takes is one sentence............

I get you.

........................ Two people with similar experiences get together and have a very tacit understanding.

One after the other, they walked in unison, each thinking about it, and rarely talked.

But it seems to be closely connected, closer than a hug, inseparable.

(Green Water...... I really, really, really miss you. ）

(Mother, how can I ever ...... Don't want you?)

................................................

Back at the Oniliu Dojo at the foot of the mountain, night fell, and Ichixin was still practicing hard, and Alice had already fallen asleep listening to the music box.

Qingshan, who had taken a bath, eased his mood a lot, and walked out the door, somehow, he had an indescribable expectation in his heart.

Hope Zilong is waiting for him there............

I hope to open the door and see Zilong sitting on the edge of the bed............

Hope Zilong ...... Still there.

But things backfired, life was unsatisfactory, nine times out of ten.

Pushing open the door, Aoyama, whose hair was still not dry, was in the room in front of him.

Only the moonlight is sprinkled, which is even more deserted.

“.................. Zilong?"

Muttered the name of the dragon in a low voice, and Aoyama knew that there would be no response.

Zilong was not in the room, strange, this time ...... Where will he go?

I don't know, Aoyama has no clue what to think.

Realizing that he knew very little about Zilong, he did not continue to think about Zilong's whereabouts, but thought of other ways to relieve his loneliness and sorrow.

............ People sometimes do that.

Caught in a depressed mood that can't help but extricate oneself.

Some people will use food to cover their emotions, just like Yuanshan.

Some people will cover it up with sports, just like Jianming.

These are very effective tools.

What will Aoyama do?

Wiping his still wet hair, Aoyama planned to go out to blow the evening breeze and relax.

This is also a great way to do it.

Let's go, if you walk, you can always be distracted.

Dressed in his robes, the green mountains paced to the outside of the corridor, the snow at the foot of the mountain had not yet melted, and it was like day in the moonlight.

Looking at the white snow in this place, Qingshan's heart seems to be covered with a layer of snow, a little cool, but still radiant.

Step by step, the evening breeze is still slightly cool.

Walking and walking, Qingshan felt that with this round of moonlight shining on his body, he was not so lonely.

At the edge of the field of vision, there is always something shining, which is also a comfort for people.

But as he walked, the flickering light in that corner suddenly disappeared.

Aoyama's side face was shrouded in darkness, which couldn't help but make him stop and feel this different moment.

What's going on?, he thought to himself.

Obviously there is moonlight in front of and behind him, why is he shrouded in darkness?

If you say it's clouds, it's too small, and if you say it's a lunar eclipse, it's too big.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the white moonlight in his heart, but he didn't see the moon.

What appeared in front of him, the one that was between him and the bright moon.

It's the same haired, good-looking young man.

...... It's Zilong.