Lin Ji opened his eyes, he always played such a game, to be honest, Lin Ji was a little tired, but he was still really intoxicated by the scene in front of him in the blink of an eye. Under the blue sky like the sea, a beautiful peak stands, shrouded in fairy glow, and the clear stream flows, simple, simple and simple, but just right.

At the foot of the unknown peak, Lin Ji can be seen from afar, the flowing spring waterfall hangs down from the mountain, and below it there is a green lake like jade, the vines on both sides of the lake are stacked, and the trees are verdant.

In the Jiamu, the palace tower, a magnificent mountain villa is built by the lake.

"Is this a dream, or a piece of the past?" no one answered Lin Ji's question, and he didn't care, he just sighed inexplicably, asking himself.

Raising his steps, Lin Ji walked towards this villa that was stained with a lot of mortal dust but was still white, but he did not enter this villa, but stood in front of the villa.

In front of the villa, the falling flowers are colorful.

A white-clothed figure stood in the rain of falling flowers with a sword, and the gentle breeze blew his clothes, making this figure look like a god in the sky, falling into the mortal world.

Lin Ji's gaze subconsciously stopped on the sword in his hand, and a series of blood flowers swayed down from the cold sword peak, falling on the several cold corpses, and when the flower rain fell, these blood stains were gradually covered.

Slowly moving his gaze away from the sword peak, Lin Ji looked at the sword-wielding figure slightly, and there was no joy in those eyes as deep as the starry sky, only a trace of sadness that could not even melt away from the bright sun.

"This is a person with a story?!" Everyone can have such a thought the first time they see this face, and Lin Ji is not exempt from vulgarity.

He stood quietly in front of the villa, and when the sound of messy horses' hooves sounded at the end of the road, he slowly raised his head, and the sadness between his eyebrows gradually faded, replaced by a touch of peerless king's demeanor.

Several swordsmen hurried over, and when they saw the white-clothed figure holding the sword, the tiredness in their eyes was swept away, and some were just endless excitement.

With a little excited scream sounded in Lin Ji's ears, looking at these figures who had gone away, he saw the fanaticism in the eyes of these people, the kind of fanaticism in the pursuit of fame and fortune, this is a dream, and it is also the past!

The sound of horses' hooves when they came shocked this nameless mountain peak and messed up this nameless blue lake, but they couldn't help but panic this peerless graceful figure.

Under Lin Ji's gaze, the man still maintained the posture of holding the sword, and only when the autumn wind blew his clothes at first rise, Lin Ji saw that his sword had slowly stabbed out, an extremely slow and graceful movement, changing like the wind.

However, in this sword change, there is a trace of flaw blooming in the endless extension of the change.

This flaw was fatal enough in Lin Ji's opinion, and this flaw made these swordsmen even more excited and excited, but when they rushed forward, they found that this so-called flaw was not a flaw at all, they could only watch his sword appear from the most incredible position, and then stab out with the most incredible changes, tearing through their bloody flesh until they pierced through the hot heart.

Looking at this sword, Lin Ji's eyes as deep as a secluded pool were like a stone, and a pool of ripples rippled, this is the man's sword, a sword that he can't see through.

The sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun flashes the murderous sword, and the drops of blood have not stained the cold long sword, and at the end of the year, there is no returnee.

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The sword is cold, and the blood is hot.

The mottled ancient sword whispered in the wind, and the moment the man returned the sword to its sheath, Lin Ji clearly noticed that a touch of sadness was rising again at his eyebrows, like a pool of ink scattered on rice paper, but it could not be dissipated and dissipated.

The blood gradually cooled in the autumn wind, Lin Ji had a feeling of being in an ice cellar in vain, and the hairs on his whole body stood up, but that one eye, in that deep pupil, rippled with empty loneliness and exhaustion deep into the bone marrow, if he hadn't seen the previous scene with his own eyes, it would have been difficult for him to associate the person in front of him with the previous peerless swordsman.

"I'm tired. ”

The man lowered his head slightly, quietly looking at the swaying sun in the sky, he seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into eternal silence.

The two were silent, and all the silence was finally disturbed again by the sound of horses' hooves, that is, there was a fight, or a sad killing, just because he did not want to kill.

He didn't understand the man from beginning to end, but he knew the sword, the sword in the man's hand, and it was a sword that he had no choice but to hold.

This man's sword was filled with something that no one could learn. That is sorrow.

This sorrow is like the blade of the sword in his hand, but the blade of the sword often has two sides, when the sword cuts through the neck of the enemy, it also cuts a sword mark in his heart, his sword does not want to be stained with blood but has to be stained with blood, he seems ruthless but affectionate, it is because of this that he has to bear the torment of this killing all the time.

Lin Ji began to understand him, because he could already confirm that his sword was very similar to the man's sword! The amorous swordsman ruthless sword, every sword that Lin Ji swung out, the seven emotions were cut off, and the six desires were isolated, but he who held the sword kept everything from beginning to end.

A sense of enlightenment accompanied by a mysterious aura took root in Lin Ji's heart, it was the breath of the sword, was it the enlightenment of something? Or sighed? Lin Ji knew that he could not stay by the man's side for a long time, and he did not want his will to be contaminated with the embodiment of other people's swordsmanship.

When it was time to leave, perhaps sensing this, a strong uncontrolled pulling force acted on Lin Ji's body.

A crisp and melodious sword groan sounded in the ears in this sky, the man bowed slightly, and the mottled ancient sword was already out of the sheath, seemingly stabbing out slowly, and in an instant, endless sword qi burst out, spanning 30,000 miles, and its sword light was even more terrifying to the whole world.

At the same time, the man's back was like a ripple on the blue water lake, gradually dissipating in this autumn wind, leaving only the sword qi that spanned 30,000 miles, chilling the sword light of Kyushu.

The sword light was disturbed, the vision gradually blurred, the figure of the man, the other people who were going to die next, and what was going to happen next, everything was quickly moving away from Lin Ji, until it finally turned into nothingness, and the only thing I am afraid was that it only left its own traces in the long river of time.

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Void, everything Lin Ji experienced seemed to be seen by two eyes, their scarlet taste, familiar if Lin Ji judged that their identity could be easily identified.

"What's next?" a voice asked, clearly unsure of the wording between them.

"What else can I do, I've helped him so many times, and we can't help him in the end, that old man is not a fuel-efficient commodity!" said another voice in the same voice, very indifferently.

"Seven emotions and six desires, affectionate and ruthless, then the old man is planning to find a kendo heir?" asked again, but with some conviction.

"Perhaps, he has not been able to stay as long as we can, and the time has almost come, and the arrival of this kid may have given him a hope. Again, he responded quickly, and it was obvious that he had already guessed.

"Unconsciously, we have been opposed for so many years, if he is gone, it will be a little sad, but I think this kid may not be able to follow his wishes, and when the time comes, he may not be able to stay for a few more hundred years. With some sighs, he ended and stopped talking, and everything was quiet and silent again.

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