【Snow】

I was only nine years old when I first met him, and before I had even practiced martial arts, I already knew that he was the man I was destined for. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt that time, he was wearing a green shirt and fighting with swords, and he was already a famous swordsman in the world. My father fought him on Lake White Horse and died by his sword.

For him, I practiced my sword with anger. After the completion of swordsmanship, I first entered the rivers and lakes and defeated more than ten famous swordsmen in a row, shaking the world. That year, Huashan discussed the sword, and I finally met him again at the top of Huashan, who was dressed in black like ink.

【Ink】

I practiced swordsmanship at the age of six, and at the age of fourteen I became a master after defeating a master who had already made a name for myself. At that time, I was young and frivolous, happy and happy, and it was difficult to meet opponents. No matter how many things are disturbed in the world, I will be free with a sword, and a thousand troops will be easy.

I was conceited, the way of the sword has been a thousand years, and I have been alone for a hundred years. I once said that if the sky does not produce ink, the way of the sword will last as long as the night. How many young women fell in love with me at first sight, how many women lamented that they were old, but I was unmoved. Until that day, I met her at the top of Mount Hua, dressed in white and snow.

【Snow】

At that time, he was already one of the few kendo masters in the world. I told him that my father died by his sword and that I must avenge my father. I poured all my life into a draw with his famous trick, the two-sleeved green dragon, forcing him to use the last sword that he had never shown before.

That sword to open the gate of heaven is so mysterious, extremely tricky and powerful. At that moment, he was no longer human. There can never be such a supernatural sword in the world. I felt a chill in my heart, and his sword pierced my chest.

【Ink】

At that time, I was only twenty-seven years old, but I was already a world-famous kendo master. She told me that her father died by my sword, so she wanted to avenge his father. I think of her father, the man who was obsessed with the sword, who lived for the sword and died for it.

I fought to a draw with her with two sleeves of green dragons, and I had to open the gate of heaven with a sword. In the blink of an eye, my sword had pierced her chest.

【Snow】

I told me I loved him. I saw his stunned expression, and then I was in his arms. His chest was so wide, so thick, so warm. I felt like home.

I shed the last drop of blood and closed my eyes with a smile.

【Ink】

She actually laughed. She laughed and told me that she loved me. There was a flush on her face, it was so moving. It turned out that she was the one I was destined for, and I could only watch her and watch her die little by little in my arms.

She loved me, but I killed her! I was the one who killed her! She died by my sword!

【Snow】

Although I am dead, my soul has not dissipated for some reason. I watched him carry me down the mountain like crazy, but was stopped by an old Taoist priest with a sword. He couldn't exert all his strength to protect me, and his arm was cut off by the old Taoist, and his sword also cut the throat of the old Taoist.

He searched for a miracle doctor everywhere to no avail, and finally buried me under a nameless barren mountain.

【Ink】

I carried her down the mountain, but I was intercepted and killed by Qi Laodao, and I exchanged my arm for my life. I begged for miracle doctors, but all of them shook their heads and told me that they couldn't save a dead man. If there is an elixir in the world that can bring her back to life, even if it is in exchange for my life, I am willing.

On a snowy night, I buried her at the foot of a nameless barren mountain. I've never seen a snow like that in my life. Once life and death are separated, even if I fight all over the world without invincible opponents, what if there is no her?

【Snow】

A small flower as white as snow bloomed in front of my grave. That little flower is me.

He kept watch at my grave for three years, and he spoke to me every day, but I could not answer. Three years later, I watched his back go away, and I had expected that years later, he would die here.

【Ink】

I have been suppressed for twenty years in His Excellency Kowloon. More than 20 years later, when I reappeared, no one on the rivers and lakes recognized me, a one-armed old man in a torn leather jacket. Everyone in the world knows the new generation of kendo master Wei Liuyun, but almost no one remembers the ink that made the women of the world fall in love with the sword in the green shirt.

I broke the river with a sword of the green dragon, a sword came on the Fufeng Mountain, borrowed three thousand swords to return to the peak, opened the gate of heaven with a sword, borrowed the sword Wei Liuyun, and carried the tripod for the sword. When I returned to the nameless barren mountain, I saw a dry grave. It was another snowy night, and I sighed softly at her grave.

Snow.

【Afterword】

Two days later, a caravan passed by and found a one-armed old man in a torn leather jacket frozen to death in front of the mound. The people buried him on the spot, but they were surprised to find that two small flowers, one white and one black, bloomed on the snow in front of the grave. The white is better than the snow, and the black is like ink.

November 22, 2014

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