Chapter 9 The sword is out of the sheath, who laughs

At any time, in this cruel world, it has always been the strong who survive and the weak who disappear. In this black-and-white world where right and wrong are unknown, no one can tell who is right and who is wrong. There is no such thing as right or wrong, everything is just because of human desires. But there is always war, robbery, and how many innocent people have lost everything, including their lives, because of the greed of others. How many old men in the twilight, how many babies in swaddling clothes sleep forever under the cold sword? How many halberds pierced the enemy's chest, spewing a stream of blood that stained the field and the eyes of the fierce? How many dark arrows shuttle in the wind, inadvertently piercing through whose heart? How many battlefields under the glow are redder than the sunset? How many people have allowed Hongying to pierce their bodies in order to protect the land under their feet?

In the world of right and wrong, this touch of red is undoubtedly dazzling. However, the splendor in the eyes of this poet is the sorrow in the eyes of the world. When one person can't even control his own destiny, what's the point of everything else? But one by one, the walking dead wandered in the world, and the so-called faith was only lost in the world.

"Big brother, you could have pointed your sword at the ruler at the beginning, but today, don't you dare to draw your sword?"

"Sword? What is the use of the sword in my hand? Except for bloodthirsty, it's not much use. Lin Feng lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "The original you are no longer here, even if I exist, what is the point?" ”

Originally...... The original withered leaves fluttered in the wind, swaying and falling in the air, and gently landed on his sword, silently floating into two pieces. The young man raised his hand, drew an arc of light and shadow in the air, and pointed his sword at the sky, "No one can take her away from me." Even if you...... Also! No! Yes! His eyes did not look at the sword pointing at the sky, but stared viciously at a middle-aged man in front of him.

"No one has ever dared to talk to me like that." When the middle-aged man opened his mouth, he was domineering, which was an incomparable momentum, and it was an indescribable frightening feeling.

"Really?" Lin Fengran still fixed his eyes on him, "Now...... Pregnant! And, more than one! ”

Beside Lin Fengchao, there was also a personable young man in white. Although Lin Fengran didn't look at him, he had already understood.

"In the lower leaves of the falling wind, I have seen Your Majesty." Ye Luofeng saluted, revealing a young man's demeanor. It was in stark contrast to the forest wind chaos beside him.

"Since you know that I am your majesty, why don't you kneel?"

"I'm sorry, but I only knelt down to my parents. Although you are my majesty, I am not in your palace, the rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes, you can afford my courtesy, but you can't stand my knees. Ye Luofeng replied with a smile.

"Jokes, all over the world, it is not the king's land. The people of the world, my people, why can't they bear your worship? ”

"For apart from my parents, those who were once bowed down by me are now being worshipped by posterity."

"Hahaha, it's so magnificent. You are the second. The middle-aged man's eyes were still casual, but they revealed a hidden domineering.

"Big brother, please put away your sword, can we have a good talk?" There was a girl dressed in white beside the middle-aged man, who was Lin Yumu.

"Good!" Lin Feng cast a glance and put away his sword. His eyes never left the middle-aged man, "I want to know, what can I talk about." ”

"Big brother, you know him...... Who is it? Lin Yumu said, turning her gaze to the middle-aged man beside her.

"Might I not know our emperor?"

"No, I mean, do you know what his relationship is with me?"

He ...... It should be your father, right? Lin Fengran finally looked at the girl.

"Yes, he ...... It is my father, your majesty. ”

"Yes, I know, but this ...... What does it have to do with me? What your relationship with him is a matter for the two of you. And I, just want to keep my sister. ”

"Big brother!" The girl's expression was angry but slightly gloomy, "But, I...... I'm going to leave after all. I can't stay here forever. ”

"Are we people from two worlds?"

The leaves are falling and fluttering in the wind. If it weren't for the wind blowing off the leaves, it would be a static picture. Several people stood and stared at each other, and no one spoke again. He was waiting for her answer, but she didn't know how to answer. The unspeakable words may only be buried in the heart and left for the future self to slowly experience.

She was sad, but she had words of suffering. After a long time of indifference, she finally murmured,

"Count...... Sort of. ”

"Sort of, right? Good! He turned his back and departed, "If so, go away." ”

Let's go. Let's go......

A sentence lingers in my ears and keeps echoing in my head. She would have been leaving, and if it hadn't been for his retention, she would have been gone now. But now his sentence "You go" made her unbearable to leave. Everything he gave her would be a tear when she remembered him. But, as she said, they are people of two worlds. There are too many tears running through this tear, right......

The words "I ......" were still in his mouth, and another voice suddenly remembered.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man's voice did not carry any emotion, and it resounded so abruptly throughout the world.

"I ...... It's time for me to go. The woman's whispering did not know if he heard it. She followed the footsteps of the middle-aged man and slowly left. He also turned his back and never looked back.

The bleak picture of parting, drifting away with the fallen leaves. The silent silence, the tacit understanding between the wind and the trees. The words of parting are hidden in this quiet place. The pace of leaving the time is far less cheerful than when it comes, and the journey of a few steps is a few years. What they stepped out of was the time they had before......

"Ye Luofeng, now, can I stand up to your knees?" The middle-aged man looked back and said to the young man who was still standing not far away.

"Your Majesty, I am a grass people, and I don't have much ability to serve you." Ye Luofeng is a smart person, how could he not know that the emperor wanted to make him a general and fight for him, "I, still just kneel to the sky and kneel to my parents." Other than that, no one kneels, not even you. ”

Today, how many people dare to talk like this to the king of a dynasty? However, he dared to fall into the wind. He treats the gentleman with the courtesy of a king, and is not rude, but he is also not committed to himself, and he is unwilling to submit to others, even if this person is the son of heaven.

"Okay, backbone. Hahaha, one day, you will willingly be used by me. The middle-aged man was not angry, as if he admired Ye Luofeng very much. Under this piece of loess, how many people can be worthy of him personally invited? How many people dare not give him face? Those who dare to speak like this do need too much courage from ordinary people.

"Really? Then, I will send you to Your Majesty now. Please! Ye Luofeng leaned over and made a gesture to see off the guest. And Lin Feng beside him walked a few meters away, never looked back, and still walked on his own.

She walked up to a carriage and looked back at the figure in the distance, the vanishing figure, the blurred vision...... Without looking back, he suddenly drew the sword in his hand. In her eyes, she could barely see flickering sword lights and a figure shuttling among the dead leaves. She should go, this was her choice, but now, looking at that blurred back, she couldn't laugh.

The sword was still dancing, the dead leaves in the wind, the light that flickered in the air, carved the harmony face full of death. The leaves fall and the wind picks up the dead, embellishing a page of ink incense

The sword is out of the sheath, there is a grievance, who laughs?