She likes to sit in the wind.

The corners of his mouth are humming a song that he thinks he is proud of.

Is she singing?

She sings the secret of her heart.

Then I wondered whether I was sad or happy.

Secrets go with the wind, and finally life is unbridled in the wind.

And now she was alone, standing on an unknown roof halfway up the mountain.

Looking up, the moon shines brightly, and the stars are innumerable.

She took a fancy to a star, and the bright light blinked.

She said: We are so far apart, when can I meet you.

When are you closest to me, and if I am going to understand your words, will I also be like a star blinking in the night?

Her white clothes are whiter in the night, and the light of the moon is more rustling and hazy.

If she is as beautiful as her, she should be happy, but she is still sad, and she doesn't know where to start and where to rest.

She had a sword in her hand, and the light of the sword drifted like water in the night.

She looked at the sword, and looked at it carefully, and her grandfather said that her sword was angry but ruthless.

Qi can make all iron unique, and after the will is high, it destroys all solidity, and the gold and iron under the sword, and the tofu are no different.

But the love sword is above the swords, invisible, ten thousand shapes, it can be flowing water, it can be the breeze, the heart is moving, destroy him and destroy me, and cut down all kinds of people in the world.

The brilliance of the sword was misty at this time, just because her heart was in a daze.

With my realm, she can give something to the things in her hands.

Therefore what is in the heart is also what is on the sword.

The heart is mottled, and the sword is of course mottled.

She wanted to be quiet, but the silence didn't come at this time, even in the middle of the night, and there were only flakes of light in the world.

Her sword is not a famous sword, even though her grandfather is the sect master of Luan Tianzong.

The sword should be comparable to a person, and the sword has a variety of materials, ice, jade, and iron.

In fact, the Desire Illusion Sect has a famous sword that is jade, and it has been famous for thousands of years.

And the famous sword is even more heirloom outside, and no one even knows what material it is made of.

Of course, people also have seven emotions and six desires, and it is not easy to know people to get a sword, and the sword is not easy to match people.

And a sentence from the Sanye Daoist: Why should celebrities be famous swords.

Therefore, Zhu Baier has not deliberately searched for it until now.

Touching the fish and her brother and sister, it's all the same.

Zhu Baier is of course a celebrity, and anyone who has seen her must always have a thought in his heart to stay for her.

And the sword in the hand, what is it worth?

If there is a difference, it must be that it has stained the blood of countless people, in her hands.

She attaches great importance to the heart, and naturally also attaches importance to the sword, and she is a monk who is detached, and she will be a little contemptuous of human life.

It's just that she kills people but never regrets it, and she only relies on her Dao heart.

There are all kinds of ways in the world, either persevering or sinking.

She preaches by killing, distinguishing what is not, and curing right and wrong may be an easy way.

She was silent when she stood on the roof, so she was also silent when she left, and without her, it seemed that the world was becoming more and more lonely and nameless.

She was going to stay in this little mortal temple for three days, it was her decision.

In the morning, there is a light sprinkling.

Most of the time she wakes up in the morning, not to mention that she doesn't seem to have anything on her mind right now.

There may be other reasons, but in short, her heart is very warm, and she is intoxicated with rare time.

She was enjoying her breakfast.

She loves the taste of churros and white porridge.

It is also a fried dough stick, which is shredded and soaked in white porridge in a lumpy shape.

The white porridge is fragrant, thicker than milk, and it is similar to the yogurt that people in the northwest often eat.

Her lips were also glued with white porridge, drawing a perfect arc.

Fragrant, crispy, thick, salty, and sweet are all included, and people have to be satisfied.

I am even more grateful for the time of getting up in the morning at this time.

She loves to eat such food, and she loves people who cook it.

The vendor is an older sister and she loves it here, not only because of her excellent craftsmanship, but also because she is always gentle and always has a smile on her lips when talking to customers.

It's surprising, why is she so satisfied, so satisfied with her customers? But there are always picky people, who are satisfied with life? Isn't her life hard?

So Zhu Baier is willing to stay here and likes to talk to the eldest sister.

Strange, the eldest sister's words are not as much as hers.

The eldest sister is so shy, there are only a few words left and right, and only a few words in her mouth.

"Girl, you're so pretty... Girl... You're so good-looking."

And Zhu Bai'er didn't know what to say, but it didn't stop, and she kept talking.

She has other things to do.

Halfway up the mountain, beside this Daoyu, she wanted to know what people had made and what their joys and sorrows were.

She always doesn't pay attention to herself, but wants to know what kind of suffering is in the world, and how many troubles and difficulties people encounter.

This may be her Dao heart.

It's just that she doesn't know it yet, and sighs that the world is wonderful, different from the solitude of the monastic.

So she knew that there was a gang of bandits a hundred miles away, who wanted to kill people's lives for no reason, come and go without leaving a trace, teasing life, and laughing at justice.

The government has never been able to find their true lair, so there is no way to talk about suppressing bandits.

She knew that there were so many things that could not be done in the world.

That's why her heart was warm and laughing, but now it's as hard as cold iron.

At night, the mortal world is quiet.

There is a sword shadow as clear as autumn water.

The sword can't speak, but the sword kills, so the sword can also speak, so there is joy and sorrow on the sword.

There is always blood on the sword, and what is the joy and sorrow of blood, what is the joy and sorrow of the sword.

She also asked, "Bandit, why do you kill people?"

They said, "Be merry, kill and be merry."

She asked, "Old man, women and children will not be spared?"

They said, "It is easy to kill women and children, but it is not easier to live."

"Isn't there a trace of mercy," she asked.

The bandits looked around, seemingly inexplicable and seemed confused.

The wind at night takes away the coldest smell in the world.

Zhu Bai'er looked around, this is the yamen, who would have thought that the bandit was actually a servant.

They are rich and comfortable, and they know that there are troubles in the world, but they have no troubles.

Zhu Bai'er took all the corpses away and put them in the mountains.

There are no traces of what she has done, not to mention that the birds and beasts will disappear even more.

She didn't know what to say, but tomorrow she would always go and taste the snack next to Daoyu.

People just know that the servants are gone, but the bandits are gone, less and more sadness, less and more fear.

There is a peaceful life, and the fragrance of fried dough sticks and white porridge wafts in Daoyu.

This is the way, and it is the most beautiful taste.

It's dark night, but Zhu Bai'er is not alone, there are still people around her.

A man and a woman, in the Taoist temple, talking and laughing.

Of course they didn't find Zhu Bai'er.

Of course they couldn't find her.

It's just that Zhu Bai'er is strange, why is that girl so happy, so happy, and the smile is full of smiles at the corners of her mouth.

Gentleness, comfort can not be removed.

The man said, "Do you like me?"

The girl hesitated, then raised her head and frowned: "Hmm..."

The man said, "Then you can kiss me."

The girl bowed her head and tightened her lips, unhappy.

Zhu Bai'er is strange: why is she happy for a while, but troubled for a while.

The man said, "It's so difficult to kiss me, so I'll kiss you."

The girl hammered him in the chest: "You hate, hate..."

Zhu Bai'er grabbed the sword and hesitated, it was just a gust of wind, and the man threw himself on the ground and couldn't get up again.

The girl was frightened inexplicably, and looked at Zhu Bai'er sadly, in the end, she was frightened.

Only ran to the boy and cried non-stop.

It's just that Zhu Bai'er still saw Fang Cai, and the corners of her eyes revealed an angry look.

Fang Zhi didn't seem to be doing a good thing.

There is only confusion, only confusion.