All is calm. And all around is the sound of the wind.

Touching the fish seemed to be still warm and warm in his arms, and he didn't want to raise his head.

In my heart, I still have the grace of last night, the stone bridge, the flowing water, and the moonlight surround us.

The most beautiful artistic conception of life is nothing more than this.

As for life, he still doesn't care too much. The existence of meaning is always greater than form, and I believe that this will also be the choice of most people.

The beauty of life, but here, indulging in love, sometimes why make too many choices.

The surrounding Xin Chang and the others also showed their figures, and their first eyes were of course focused on touching the fish.

I don't know what happened, but it used to be too dangerous.

They had seen him grow old in a few moments, and life had come from no one and where it was going, but the wind was better than time, and it was too terrible to gather and disperse in an instant.

They asked what was going on.

And the answer of touching the fish is about, there was once a girl who had a sword in her heart, victory and defeat, but in the end she still seemed to abandon the superfluous, but she didn't know what she meant in her heart.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, and Xin Chang also knew about Hua Rongying from another person's mouth.

It was also under his persuasion that everyone had this trip to the north, and what was the meaning of what he said.

And the wind is howling one after another, and this wind seems to be very unusual, and I don't know if such a wind can bring wind and rain.

Everyone still has to prepare early.

At night, there is a campfire in the middle of them, and tents are beside them.

After going through so much, it seems that they are all becoming good at silence.

Among them, Li Jingshi and the two are the most obvious.

The two of them were actually very close to each other, and they were closer than Xin Chang Nianjun and the others.

But they still didn't say anything.

Li Jingshi's Yuan Power has been restored, but what about his heart?

There is a large void in his life, and this gap still needs to be filled with sword and blood.

Of course, he didn't want to leave her. And he wanted to be very close to her.

That way, even if my life is a little colder, I can still have a warmth in my heart.

Good women are good at waiting, and it seems that there are many examples of this in life.

She didn't want to speak, but she was willing to wait, this was what she thought in her heart.

It's just that few people know that it can be cruel in a waiting world.

Perhaps, their feelings, she paid more.

Because of her waiting, and in the past, her eyes will always be full of tears.

Who wouldn't love a girl like that?

Now it seems that Xin Chang and Nianjun are even more enviable.

Just because, when they are together, I can hold your hand without scruples.

And I didn't have any reservations in my heart.

On the long road of life, we can rely on each other, walk side by side, and when we are at leisure, you stay in my arms.

That's good.

How can such a life not be enviable.

With the lights on, especially at night, it's easy to see if the people around you are happy.

The lights are in his eyes, his life, everything will be in the lights.

At this time, you can ask him how he is doing and whether you are doing lately.

Or you can sit next to him, or cry, or laugh.

The sound of the wind is so different that it can sometimes sound directly in your heart.

If you're willing to listen.

But today's wind is still so different.

The biggest difference, is that it's messy, and it smells bloody.

Xin Chang and the others had already heard this voice.

Therefore, they immediately raised their swords in their hands and listened carefully.

This kind of voice is the most terrifying to ordinary people, but for some reason, Xin Chang heard a trace of ridiculousness.

It's the voice of a demon.

The so-called ghost crying wolf howl.

It's the voice of a lot of demons.

They look strange, like wolves, tigers, fish, or dead wood.

They are close to everything you can see, and each one seems to look different.

No one can say how many species of demons there are, but it is certain that they are the same as humans and have been enemies for generations.

Li Jingshi was also the first to enter the demon group.

In the night, his sword was too bright, it seemed to be brighter than before, and his clothes were bloody, and the blood of his sword was dripping.

Quick sword, he moves faster than the demon, without the slightest superfluity,

His sword is born with killing intent, and his person is a fast sword born in heaven and earth.

Some people's sword strength is like a mountain, and some people flow water, but Li Jingshi's sword is a sword, or blood.

Without a trace, as if made of nature, his sword.

Or spit out the splendour, bloom life, the simplest and most gorgeous existence, like light and fog.

And what about his eyes? Who could see a trace of sadness.

The grief was throbbing, what did he care about most? was it sword or blood?

It's amorous, it's weakness, it's reluctance to her.

Why do you laugh?

For whom are you crying?

And the most care, is it me, or what?

The sword still flickered, and with the sound of the wind, the demon's mournful groans continued to reach everyone's ears.

And the fish raised his sword and burst into the demons with the wind.

He swooped left and right, his body constantly rising and falling and raging among the demons.

He is more like a gust of wind, bringing bloody rain.

After a few moments, he turned back and said, "There are too many demons, and we are about to be surrounded." ”

In this situation, there was no room for a moment of hesitation, Xin Chang and Touching Fish nodded to each other, and led everyone to break through to the south.

And then it started to rain.

In the dark night, the rain is also black.

All I heard was the sound of demons marching.

As if they were being coerced by demons, they had to look at the south, fight all the way, and retreat.

The sun rises and sets.

Li Jingshi is always behind everyone, and the demon is in front.

If it weren't for the rain, he would have been covered in blood.

Blood battles and demons, and wine and songs, wild and wanton, sword and me, the sun is lonely.

And they finally met the first ordinary person on the way south.

It's just that he has already fallen to the ground, but the blood has not dried, and his eyes are still not closed, and he can see that he is reluctant to give up on the earth.

Touching the fish stepped forward, carefully observed, and finally said, "It's not the demon, but he has a knife wound on his body." ”

Xin Chang is inexplicably sad, the enemies of people are never only demons.

Love and hatred, fame and fortune, have always killed people and are stronger than knives.

They are always faster because they are ascetics.

and saw a familiar and unforgettable scene.

The man in front of him had just pulled his knife from the slain, and blood was dripping on the green blades of grass.

The perpetrator raised his head, and Xin Chang had never been so indignant in his life.

The person in front of him, the one with the knife, was Li Gaoshan, who had killed people and they easily let go.

Just silence.

Xin Chang grieved, what was the difference between the people he killed and the people he killed.

Li Gaoshan seemed to know that he would inevitably die, but there was no remorse in his eyes.

At this moment, Xin Chang thought about letting him endure unbearable torture.

But he looked into the eyes of the perpetrator, and he saw himself in them.

Own naivety, ridiculous, cowardly.

Xin Chang stepped forward, calm. He said, "I will atone for what I have done." ”

The corners of the assailant's mouth moved slightly, and he did not say a word.

Who is the most terrifying in this world? In his opinion, he is not a demon, but a cultivator with a sword.

Their power will never be beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Xin Chang didn't hold a sword at this moment, he picked up the soil on the ground, and he wanted to bury innocent people and erect a monument.

Xin Chang and several people buried the killed people with their own hands.

The loess and grass accompany him, and the sunset on the horizon can talk to him.

Lost lives and souls, here.

The name of the monument is: Fault.

Small print in the lower corner: Xin Chang. Touching the fish, Li Jingshi, Nian Jun...... Li Gaoshan.