Hao Hao Haotian, not its virtue.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The head of the Qingwei faction was inherited by the previous head of the sect, Pinghan--now there is a number of Ling Cheng, but he took advantage of the time when the master Xuanbo was too busy to take care of himself and could not control the whole faction, so he pretended to put down his cultivation and share the responsibilities of the master, but in fact he secretly colluded with Xuanhe, quietly and smoothly "transitioned" the inheritance of the master, but the partner Xuanhe was convicted of bullying and misconduct, and listed more than 20 crimes, and sent to think about the cliff.

Among the new generation of disciples, there is a man named Beiyun Shao, who is also good at swords. I heard that she is a genius in the sky, a sword is white all over, and when the sword shadow flies, it is like a suyue weaving, and the waves are shining. The Qingwei faction that came out of the generation of talented people, and the little uncle Xuanzhi Zhenren, who was once admired by everyone, seems to have been submerged in the dust of time.

Maybe someone who has seen that clumsy long sword will think of him in a trance and secretly sigh. But that's just an empty mountain of pine nuts, and no one knows where they fall.

Years are things that can be accurately measured, but those who seek immortality have no years. Thoughts are longing to be measured, but how are thoughts measured?

Yu Yanbai sometimes wondered if Xuanzhi was just a dream that he couldn't recall clearly. Moreover, it was especially heart-wrenching when he woke up from the dream, so only the last knot always disturbed his mind.

……。

On the tenth day when Xuanzhi avoided him, he finally appeared in front of him tiredly.

His eyes were dull, as if he was struggling, bitterly announcing his decision.

"My sword path has been destroyed."

After finishing speaking, he self-destructed Neidan, and at the same time killed himself with a sword without any delay.

The last sword was so fast that Yu Yanbai didn't have time to stop it; But it is just a sword that simply treats the sword as a casual thing, and there is no sword energy that once flowed smoothly and seemed to encompass the power of the universe, and it was clumsy and stubborn, and it was even more sad.

At that moment, Yu Yanbai knew that people had no feelings when they were at the extreme of a certain emotion.

It was as if the soul had left **, he could not feel anything, could not say anything, but was silent, forced to observe this scene, forced to accept the great impact of reality.

There was a dry sound in his throat, but before he could roar, the white-clothed figure fell.

The body's reaction is always a little faster, Yu Yanbai fell to his knees because of inertia, and then Chu Songfell in his arms.

However, at this time, the man seemed to finally be at ease, because the dirt of the qiē disloyalty to the sword had passed away because of self-slaughter. So he finally stretched his eyebrows, his expression was rare and gentle, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and there was a very relieved and abrupt smile.

"Yan Bai ......."

He called his name, but Yu Yanbai couldn't react at all.

for he was afraid that if he let go of his hand, the man would leave gently; The blood still flowing on his hands with the temperature, and the panic and confusion made the transmission of touch extremely sluggish, but the sharp pain of the internal organs as if they were being kneaded together made him a little calm.

The man threw his sword aside and reached out with difficulty, as if trying to caress his face. He then grabbed the cold hand and pressed it against his face.

“…… If there is an afterlife, I will not practice the sword. ”

……。

But Yu Yanbai has gradually come to his senses.

The secret of the reincarnation of destiny.

It was the Master who rescued him from his eternal reincarnation and enabled him to go on another path. However, now I am a wandering spirit, and I am still in the world, but I am just obsessed.

But he couldn't die.

When you die, you will return to that destiny and start anew.

In countless memories, he desperately groped for it, and finally understood how to really die.

Yu Yanbai shook his senses in a daze and went to look at the sword in his arms.

After a long time, he put away his sword and left the cave.

The woman who was tending to the flowers and plants on the side asked him with a smile, "Where is the Venerable Lord going?" I didn't even have a smile color, and Peach Blossom was really distressed to look at it. ”

After Yu Yanbai became a demon cultivator, he had always been very dark-colored, his eyes were blood-red, and there was a kind of evil aura like a knife. But he didn't smile at the moment, and said very solemnly: "Qingwei faction." ”

The woman named Peach Blossom thought she had heard it wrong, and the watery Peach Blossom's eyes were as round as apricots, "...... Where to go? ”

Yu Yanbai smiled slightly.

This laugh doesn't have so many layers of meaning as usual, it's purely because he wants to laugh, so he laughs.

He said, "Peach Blossom, you and the rest of the people here, just pack up and leave." My lord, I have an important matter, and I can no longer shelter you. ”

It turns out that Peach Blossom is not a demon cultivator, but a demon cultivator, and the time for cultivating the human form is still short, and she is naïve and ignorant of the world. Therefore, Yu Yanbai talked to her as cordially as if he was talking to a child.

The demon is born indifferent, and he has to transform into a human form to experience the seven emotions and six desires, and the pain in the world, in order to have a catastrophe, and then break it, and finally prove the avenue. At this moment, she was still ignorant, but she had a faint hunch, "Lord, is Peach Blossom ...... Isn't it necessary to know how to part? ”

Yu Yanbai smiled and said, "If you can understand such a big thing because of this, I am also very pleased." ”

He seems to have made up his mind, so there is no longer a lonely and depressed look between his eyebrows, but he looks even more sparse and handsome, as if he is Yu Yanbai, a truly talented disciple of the world's unparalleled Xuanzhi Zhenren, who is about to draw his sword and try his hand at romance.

Peach Blossom only thinks that he looks better than before, but he is also farther away from herself.

Suddenly, she asked, "What about the Lord's sword?" What about knives? ”

Yu Yanbai just smiled silently and didn't answer her.

Peach blossom's cheeks fell unconsciously.

She asked softly, "Lord, do I also have to know how to ask for it?" ”

Yu Yanbai saw her crying ignorantly, silent. After half a ring, he replied to her gently, "I can't stand the pain of not being able to ask for it, and if you can understand, it will definitely be very beneficial." ”

Peach Blossom sobbed and shook her head, "Peach Blossom doesn't want to know what to ask for!" ”

Yu Yanbai just sighed, didn't talk to her anymore, only said, "I'm leaving." ”

Peach Blossom said, "Then I'll go get that sword!" Your Excellency likes that sword and will come back to me, right? ”

But in the next life, he will not cultivate swords.

Yu Yanbai sighed a little lonely and a little funny, shook his head and ignored him, and left empty-handed.

His cultivation now is not like before, he is already one of the few masters in the world, and he entered the Qingwei faction silently and without alarming anyone.

The mountain where Xuan Zhixiang lived, although the aura was strong, but after so many years, no one could accept the sharpness of the sword qi left by his daily sword practice, and they chose to go to him one after another, so this mountain is still an empty mountain.

The snow left behind by the winter will not melt, and the air will feel dry and moist. In the pine forest, which is so green that it seems to be silent, there used to be people who used to observe the trees and watch the wind to cultivate their swords.

The branches of the flowers and trees that he had broken off many times when he was a teenager and used them as swords were now strong and powerful, and there was no trace of the past. The sprouts will sprout heads, and a tree can be expected to bloom in the summer.

Yu Yanbai sat down leaning on the flower tree, watching the white clouds in the sky pass and change, until sunset and dusk, the stars are listed.

Time can start again.

This is already the greatest luck.

Yu Yanbai closed his eyes.

The world is collapsing.

He didn't know why, but he was able to understand that the world was collapsing, and he was dying really, irreversibly.

Yu Yanbai suddenly thought of peach blossoms.

It's a pity that he doesn't need that sword anymore.

The world was collapsing, and Yu Yanbai felt like he was in the air of thin underground. But he didn't feel pain in a strange way, but had a sense of belonging to his fate.

“…… If there is an afterlife, I will not practice the sword. ”

If there is an afterlife, I must first make a promise with you, Prime Minister Bai.

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Chu Songluo finished reading the "suicide" of Yu Yanbai and his world without saying a word.

If you are convinced that you are false, the world will lose its foundation. When the collapsed world condensed to the extreme, leaving no consciousness and only energy, Chu Songluo closed his eyes and absorbed the energy of this world in one go.

He slowly "walks" to the next target singularity, and his mind is complicated.

Time can start again.

You'll meet different people, smile at them, tell the same birds and snow and stars, watch the same sunset and be always twenty-six seconds late.

But it's different.

After all, the best expectations, the best location, and memories that can never be erased - maybe you would like to call it a stain, and leave it to the original person forever.

His world had also collapsed.

Chu Songluo hates a lot of things.

Earthworms, heavy rain, sweaty shirts, insects and invertebrates, smirks, scratched records, blackout seconds of darkness, bad movies, long, hot summer days.

The skin given to him by the man he had killed, and the restrictions that the skin had given him.

And now, such a self full of pain and telling.

I have also experienced the collapse of the world.

So—

"It's not that I'm selfish."