Driven by the wind, the yellow sand suddenly has a great power, and it is strongly entrenched in this side of the world, and the earth color that cannot be seen at a glance invades all senses.

People in it seem weak and small, as if they will fall apart at the slightest poke.

This is the Loess Desert, a place of death where all living beings are swallowed up by the sand, and even the cries of despair are not spared.

In such an environment, a person moves slowly against the wind and sand.

Probably a woman, after all, a man's body is not so slender, although he can't see his facial features clearly when he wears a hood, but the fingers that hold the weapon are very slender.

The wind and sand gently brushed open the corner of the hat, revealing a delicate jaw and pale lips, and faintly visible fair skin and deep eyes—a woman.

The woman's sword is a long sword, without a scabbard, and the sword body is covered with mottled blood stains of unknown people, and the dark red color conceals the luster of the sword, and only the word "whisk snow" can be faintly recognized.

The light of the sword was dim, as bright as its owner, and it revealed without saying a word a despair that was more mournful than dead.

This sword, once the world's first sword village spent decades of painstaking efforts to create the sword, because of the sword light white, the sword body is light and agile, is called "snow", which means to brush the snow with flowers, like a frightening Hong.

It has beheaded the emperors of the world, and also beheaded traitors and ministers, and later, it also beheaded many corrupt officials and corrupt officials. Now, like an ordinary sword, it is sharp, silent with its owner.

The woman walked very slowly, but also firmly, step by step, approaching in the unknown direction, she did not know whether the path she was taking was the right one, and she did not want to think about how to take the right path, perhaps slowly dying of exhaustion or starvation on the road, it would be her destination.

Thinking, as if also covered by the yellow sand in the sky, unwilling to move, unwilling to be active.

Only those precious memories buried deep in the depths of memory, stubbornly rushing around, trying to give her a little comfort.

Her appearance is undoubtedly excellent, and she can be called a sentence of national color, at the beginning, she was famous in the capital for her appearance.

Her name is Xue Zhixuan, she was the eldest lady of the Xue family in the capital, because she is the youngest child in the family, she has brothers and sisters, and she does not have to inherit the family business, nor does she have to bear the responsibility of the eldest daughter of the family, so she is used to being squeamish and wanton.

She can do whatever she wants, and her family can't resist her.

The family spoiled her, she wanted to learn martial arts, so her grandmother also complied with her after several failed to stop her.

On the recommendation of her grandfather, she worshipped the world's No. 1 famous teacher and became a close disciple of the master.

In the following years, he mostly practiced martial arts in the master's school, and did not go home much. Therefore, her piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea are only considered to be beginners, but dancing knives and guns are not allowed to shave eyebrows, even surpassing most men.

The eldest brother once laughed and said that if she was a man, she would also kill the enemy in battle.

When my mother heard this, she worried for a while, for fear that she would come to a woman dressed as a man on a whim and really go to the battlefield.

It would be nice if it stayed the same.

Every time I think of the carefree past, I can't help but think like this.

However, the kind grandmother, the serious grandfather, the gentle mother, the elegant father, the dignified sister, the handsome eldest brother, the unruly second brother, the lovely little nephew, the second uncle, the third uncle, the aunts, the sisters-in-law, and the summer solstice and frost that have accompanied her since childhood, they and them, with their voices and smiles, are like fragile glass, which will be broken when touched.

Nothing can be left.

Memory is just a mirror flower of the water and moon, and the stone of time crashes into it mercilessly, and everything is broken into ripples, full of cracks, and unrecognizable.

Zhiqian didn't understand before, why officialdom could always implicate the whole clan -- why even the weak and naïve children were not spared! Her little nephew was still in infancy!

Later, I understood, and I was confused by my father's foolishness. The faint monarch is in power, the ministers are in charge, the loyal ministers are trembling, and the ministers are silent, how can such a court and such a country be worthy of the father to fight in the name of the whole clan?

She will never forget the shock and anger in her heart when she received the news, traveled day and night, ran and killed three horses from Shimen to return to the capital, and saw the picture of the whole clan splashing blood on the streets.

She couldn't forget the look of hope that the eldest brother didn't say a word when he saw her, and even smiled at her with the same warm smile as always, hoping that she could escape—it was this kind of look that made her dare not make a sound at all.

The blood in her body seemed to freeze, and she felt a suffocation, as well as the cold and boundless darkness in the sky.

After more than ten years, it was difficult for her to make jokes, and she froze herself all the time, and it was difficult to get rid of it.

She has been lurking for thirteen years, carrying one hundred and three lives of the entire clan, incognito, changing her face, and even pretending to be blind in order to escape the pursuers, just to lower the vigilance and vigilance of the enemy.

After thirteen years of lying on the salary, he finally single-handedly subverted the court that was still breathing, and destroyed this dying country that still did not forget to suck blood.

She personally killed the traitorous minister Yu Eunuch who caused chaos in the dynasty, killed the emperor of the dynasty who not only did nothing but also raped Yuanxian, mediocre and incompetent, and his sons who did the same, and killed all the villains who were involved in the tragedy of the Xue family's annihilation and tried to make profits.

Her sword was as sharp as it was, and so tired.

In the past, she cultivated the way of helping the world, and the principle of virtue and convincing people, but the cruel reality did not allow her to be naïve all the time, and the blind world wrapped all her softness and buried it with her relatives.

Therefore, she abandoned her long-standing belief and turned to the Tao of Killing, in order to kill the Tao and punish the evil.

The world is unfair, so she wants this world to bury her family.

But the country is in turmoil, and the people are in chaos. When a country is destroyed, it is still the people who suffer the most.

The world is alive, but for dozens of days, it will be starving all over the wilderness, and mourning will be everywhere!

She didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of her.

She was guilty.

She is tired and unwilling to move again, even if she has the pinnacle of force, even if she has the wealth and status that she can reach and stand out from the crowd, the love she has lost will always be vacant.

Her home will forever remain in the Xue family's compound thirteen years ago.

So she left, taking only the Snow Sword that her eldest brother gave her and was the only one left with her relatives, and walked towards a desperate situation without looking back, hoping that this fierce beast could take her to her relatives and atone for the sins of those who were displaced and died because of her.

Zhifei kept walking, her shoes were worn out, her feet were worn out, her blood kept flowing, she didn't enter the yellow sand, and there was no trace.

Her hood was covered with ink from the wind and sand, her face was blown with countless blood marks by the wind and sand, and her eyes gradually became cloudy.

Her world is full of sand.

The wind and sand started and stopped.

The wind and sand stopped and started again.

She walked and walked and walked, never stopping, and walking more and more slowly, until she fell headlong into the yellow sand, as if she was young and laughed and plunged into her grandmother's warm embrace.

It's so warm.

It's heart-wrenching.

That's nice......