"One day we will have eternal silence..."

It's this sentence again! On Hua Lixiao's cheeks, the hairs stand on end!

"Who!" said Hua Lixiao, turning his head and shouting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A figure stood quietly not far away, letting the wind blow through her dress.

Obviously standing in the moonlight, but it was a black shadow, which made Hua Lixiao very strange.

Wait! Hua Li Xiao was shocked, she, behind her - there was no shadow!

How so?

The moonlight became softer and softer, sprinkled on the shoulders of the two of them, and the phantom cliff that was still strange and unpredictable just now was so pleasant at this moment, that is, the withered willows on the cliff wall did not know when to pull out new shoots, and the green waves surged.

Quietly, the figure gradually raised its feet, step by step, step by step towards Hua Lixiao, every step there were petals sprinkled, every step had a flute sound, an indescribable grievance.

Hua Lixiao's eyes widened for a moment, his heart, why, would it hurt silently at this time, so painful.

His face was full of bitterness, and he even wanted to squat down and cry, and the eyes of the once strong young man turned into water curtains today.

It was a woman, she became clear step by step, ethereal step by step, and seemed to return to the world with the so-called attachment, and the past and memories came back with her.

A purple skirt first came into view, with a silk epiphany pattern among them, holding a jade flute in the palm of her hand, on which a piece of green phoenix jade pendant was tied.

In the artistic conception of this general painting, she has already become the person in the painting.

"The evening breeze caresses the willow flute..." For some reason, Hua Lixiao, who was squatting on the ground and crying, said such a sentence.

"The parting under the birch tree can only be sent with the sound of the flute, because the figure that walked away from the song will never come back..."

Heh, how could he admit his mistake.

One last step.

That person stopped in front of Hua Lixiao.

Hua Li Xiao lowered his head, he couldn't see her, but he could feel the gaze of her looking at him.

"Xiao Er..."

It was too late for Hua Lixiao's eyes to shed tears, and the silver bell-like voice had already cleared everything.

He struggled to his feet desperately and threw himself at the woman—

"You, why are you here..." he sobbed, unable to speak.

Knowing that she was dead, he knew that he could only see the vague figure in his dreams, but at this moment, he was so desperate.

"Even if she's just a reflection of the moon, let's hug each other to your heart's content..."

The person who said this, I don't know if it was Hua Lixiao or the woman.

"What is true and what is illusory, I can't tell for a long time, I seem, it really seems to stay in this moment forever, even if it is illusory, as long as it is better than this boundless hardship, let me stay forever..." Hua Lixiao closed his eyes tightly, and washed away everything that was covered by the so-called persistence and the so-called stubbornness with tears.

"Even if it's a fantasy, Xiao'er?"

"Hmm..." Hua Lixiao wrapped his arms around the woman's neck tightly, as if as soon as he let go, she would disappear forever and never see her again.

"Then, use the sword in your hand to kill your mother with your own hands..."

Hua Lixiao's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and his mind was blank, just "recalling" the sentence: "Then--use the sword in your hand to kill your mother with your own hands..."

"Then, use the sword in your hand to kill your mother with your own hands..."

"No, no, how could it be..." Hua Lixiao replied to her with the remnants of it, and her body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the woman vanished into light and shadow!

As just now, it turned into shards of glass in the sky, with the body fragrance of her dying moment, turned into a point of light, and finally gradually dimmed...

"No, no, no..." Hua Lixiao fell to the ground, and struggled like crazy, waving his arms, desperately grasping the light and shadow in front of him, but he couldn't bring back a single fragment.

"Why, why!" Hua Li Xiao howled, the pain could only be expressed by shouting, and tears could no longer explain everything.

"Xiao'er, kill me..."

Hua Lixiao suddenly turned his head-

At some point, the man stood quietly behind him again, smiling with a smile of shame, a landscape of his own.

"Xiao'er, kill me, use the Dao Sword in your hand..."

The sword was no longer in his hand, and he threw it into the distance with all his might, falling off the cliff.

The man gave him one last look, then faded away...

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The little Canglan Beast's face turned pale, on the one hand, it was constantly infusing Hua Lixiao, and on the other hand, it was

I can't hear the faint beating sound of Birch Xiaoxiao anymore!

Yes, even faint voices can no longer be heard!

Suddenly, it saw a strange scene: Hua Li Xiao, Hua Li Xiao, who had no heartbeat, moved again!

He's walking down the mountain...

"Squeak squeak, squeak..." The little Canglan beast ran all the way, chasing Hua Lixiao's pace, touching his feet with his horns from time to time, but Hua Lixiao didn't seem to hear anything, just walked blankly, looking at the sky in a daze, the lonely bright moon, and chanting a sentence that sounded creepy at this time:

"One day we will have eternal silence..."

As he spoke, Hua Lixiao deviated from the mountain road and walked straight towards the cliff not far away...

"Squeak, squeak~~" The little Canglan beast was about to cry, wailing, anxious in his heart, and could watch the birch in front of him Xiao is approaching the danger step by step.

One step further, Hua Lixiao is about to fall off the cliff!

The little Canglan beast closed its eyes in horror—

・・・・There is no sound of broken bones, no screams.

I didn't hear anything for a long time.

Xiao Canglan opened a small hole in his squinted eyes, and in just one second, he opened his eyes wide.

Hua Lixiao actually stopped at the last half step!

Standing on the edge of a cliff with one foot hanging in the air, the slightest carelessness is a hatred for eternity.

The foot stayed there for a long time, and then slowly retracted it.

He began to turn slowly again, and walked straight back, almost stepping on Xiao Canglan, so frightened that it hurriedly flashed to the side, tilting its head to look at everything in front of him.

Just now, just at a glance, it saw the luster of Hua Lixiao's eyes!

The god of Hua Li Xiao seemed to have returned, and he returned to the stone tablet again, without the slightest concern about the previous inch, and directly put his hand on the stone tablet.

The stele emitted an immeasurable light, swept over the birch, and in the next second, disappeared.

Bang!

With a loud bang, several deep cracks appeared on the stone tablet, startling the Canglan Beast that had just followed.

The next thing it was taken aback, and the eyes of Hua Lixiao lost their luster again!

・・・・・・

Hua Li Xiao squatted on the ground, his eyes were empty, he understood, he understood what is called true hope, and then he was disappointed, no, it was despair.

Another figure appeared behind him.

"Mother, mother, don't let me kill you again, I can't do it, I really can't do it..."

The figure behind him, and there was no reply.

When Hua Li Xiao looked back, he saw that face clearly-not his mother!

That face, even if it is only seen once, even if it is only seen once in the war of troubled times, it will never be forgotten.

Palace Gate Proverb.

It hasn't changed at all, it's just the appearance of the white-robed manager at the beginning, looking at him with a sneer.

"Boy, it's useless, how long are you going to wait to kill me? a year, ten years, or a lifetime?"

"I'll kill you now!" Hua Li Xiao roared, his right hand stroking the ground to no avail. Only then did I remember the scene when I threw the Dao Dao sword off the cliff just now.

"Kill me, what do you want to use? your sword?" said the palace proverb's face was wrinkled, and his smile was like the bark of a hundred-year-old locust tree.

As soon as his hand shook forward, Hua Lixiao was sucked away by an invisible suction, and was finally choked by the palace gate proverb.

"Hehe, incompetent lost dog. “

With a wave of his hand, he threw Birch away from Xiao—

"What's the use of resisting? After all, you can only spend your life in grievances, rather than this, it is better for you to make your own decision, hehehehe..."

"Rub!" a sword roared behind the palace gate proverb

Behind him, a purple-robed figure with a sword stood behind him.

Immediately afterward, his figure halved and fell, turning into a filthy current that seeped into the ground.

The purple-robed figure held a sword in one hand and slowly walked towards Hua Lixiao.

At this time, Hua Lixiao didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and fell there in a daze, and after a long time, he clenched his fists and smashed it to the ground, smashed it a few times, and smashed his hand out of blood.

The purple-robed shadow looked at him and finally sighed.

Hearing the sound that was completely different from the palace gate proverb, Hua Li Xiao gradually got up and looked at the person in front of him.

Purple hair, purple robe, purple crown.

He couldn't see his face clearly under the moonlit night, and he put his hands behind his back, holding a sword in his hand.

"There is a lot of sorrow in the world, and if you can see through it but you don't want to see through it, then it is useless for me to say more. “

"What is illusion? If you are too persistent, you will be burdened by such mental things, there is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust, illusion will always remain in people's hearts, only seven emotions and six desires, the world will be anxious, will be painful, will be afraid, will be burdened by the things conceived in the heart, and be bound by the so-called illusionary things. “

"What is the world? Yes, an emptiness. “

The purple-robed figure finished the last sentence, gradually becoming illusory, and the last light hid him.

He did not take the sword with him, and as he disappeared, the sword fell from his hand and lay quietly on the lawn.

Ask the sword!

It was still the same, the blade glowing coldly in the moonlight.

If that's the question, then just now, the man with the sword was-

Sword Spirit!

Ask Sword Spirit!

"Phantom..." Hua Lixiao looked at his hands, and there was actually some illusory feeling in them, and if he didn't look carefully, it was difficult to detect that there was a trace of brilliance flowing in them.

"I don't know how many people have been buried in this murderous land..."

He backhanded his hand and pressed the question against his neck, sober and singing, "I'm not me." “

In the next second, he actually slashed his neck with a sword!

Time, as if slowed down at that moment, he could see his hand hanging weakly, he could see the sword falling on the lawn again, he could see the blood spraying out of his neck, so red, so real, so full of life, he could hear the pulse of blood, he could hear the invisible sound of blood spilling, he could hear thousands of creatures howling, he felt the coldness on his neck, he felt the pain and pleasure of death, he felt the choking in his neck...

He fell beside the sword of the Dao, and it looked like it, it looked like this one last look.

"It's over..." was his last sentence, and it was hard to understand his words.

Yes, it's over, although he doesn't know what it is.

Is it himself, or-

・・・・・・

Quietly.

The blood that had been spilled on the ground was scattering, and one drop by one it turned into points of light.

The hand that fell was breaking apart, turning into a point of light.

The sword that was lying quietly on the ground was breaking and turning into a point of light.

The "Birch Xiao" who fell to the ground was dismembering, dismantling, and finally, turning into a point of light.

Everything is falling apart, everything is waking up.

A glimmer of light, from the stone tablet, returned to the godless birch Xiao.

In an instant, a powerful aura swept through his whole body, and his eyes were once again full of luster and youthful self-confidence!

Finally, after the stone stele, a sharp sound of the "phantom cliff" of tens of zhang in size came-

The entire phantom cliff shattered in Hua Lixiao's sight, and it was shattering, turning into a point of light in the sky.

"Whew~" Hua Lixiao sighed, and before he could sigh everything, he was almost knocked down by a ball of soft things.

It's a little Canglan beast, just a few hours, this little guy has experienced several frightens and "great sorrows", and he was very excited to see Hua Lixiao returning.

"What's the matter, crying and laughing. Hua Lixiao chuckled, and then, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"If you're here, why don't you come out?"

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and finally stopped not far away.

Hua Lixiao gradually turned around, and when he was about to say, 'It's all your ghost', I saw his face clearly-

"It's you?!"

"Oh, yes, it's me. “

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