The first rays of dawn, like a sword, pierced through layers of clouds and mist, slanted into the water, illuminating the deep black sea. A black shadow, from far to near, followed the pillar of light, swayed upward, and the moment it rushed out of the water, the whole tranquility was broken.

On the horizon, red clouds gradually rose, shining brightly.

The dragon-like dolphin spreads its fins in mid-air, glides quickly, and the moment it gets close to the water, it slaps its tail and takes off again. Like an arrow from Xuan, it swept forward. Everywhere I passed, the wind howled. In a few breaths, there is an island sitting in front, the shore of the island is a hundred feet away from the water, and the rocks on the mountain wall are protruding, and the danger is incomparable.

The giant dolphin stopped moving forward, plunged underwater, and when he slapped his tail, there was a gust of wind.

The wind and waves rise, the waves stop at the stones, and the wind travels in the air.

The ears of wheat all over the island, bending in the wind, and the golden waves fluctuate and flow into the distance.

There are friends from afar.

......

The people who came walked in the wheat fields with difficulty.

The muddy sweat fell on the rhizome of the straw, like a drop of ink dripping into the pure water, spreading the blackness, covering the vitality, and then turning into fly ash.

Suddenly, the wind stopped and everything fell silent.

The man in the wheat field stopped, looked up, and looked far ahead. A tree, a tree towering in the sky, appeared in his field of vision.

That was the end of his life.

It was also his starting point.

He couldn't help but grasp the sword that was clenched to his back, and the word "Zhengyu" was engraved on the hilt.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and a gust of wind came to your face.

But it's not the real wind, it's the deadly arrow wind.

The feathered arrows that obscured the clouds appeared in mid-air, reflected in the pupils.

Seemingly, there is only one arrow.

When he took out his sword, the sword was aimed at the killing intent and roared up.

After a moment's pause, the wind howled, tearing the surrounding wheat fields into deep pits.

Endless pits.

The arrow was broken, and the feather fell to the ground, as if there were thousands of catties, which made people breathless. The sword is gone, and it falls into the ground, still fighting, making people's blood boil.

Looking into the distance, looking at the tree, I saw a man.

......

The leaves are red, and one leaf is the size of a fan.

The tree is very tall, standing at the top, and you can see far away, but you still can't see what you want to see.

It is always the one who sees the one who advances.

He is also a person who seeks death.

There is a bow in his hand, a white bow body, a black bowstring.

When the bow is drawn, it is an arrow.

No one can take this arrow, except the dead.

There are always exceptions.

Today it is.

Condescendingly, looking at the people who were still alive, the people on the trees were first surprised, and then solemn.

So, he drew his bow again.

By the time the smoke and dust fell, the people in the wheat field had already fallen.

But is it really over?

Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, or someday.

Someone will come.

At that time, it is the beginning and the end.

Like a year of flowing water, the white horse passes through the gap, day by day, every moment, sitting on the tree, leaning under the tree, drinking spring water, and watching the bright moon.

Under the eaves of the dilapidated wooden house, a quaint copper bell hangs.

The jingling of the bells seems to be able to bring dusty memories to the ear.

In my memory, the bow was stained with blood.

The quiet spring under the tree is sweet and delicious, but it is a little tasteless when you drink it all year round.

When you look up, you see wheat, and then endless fields of wheat.

At the end of the wheat field is the sea.

What about the other side of the sea?

What is it?

Is it human?

Presumably I will never know in this life, because of limitations.

Trapped in it.

In the center of the wheat field there is a tree, and there are branches and leaves on the branches, and under the tree is a cave of water, and by the tree is a wooden house with a locked door.

That's where it is.

Outside, there was an enchantment that only the arrows from the bow could pass through.

Staring at the wooden house, how many times did I want to walk in, but in the end I still gave up.

There was a feeling, a warning from the heart, that it was not allowed to enter the house.

When the bell rang, it was already evening, and the sky was full of red clouds.

Step up to the top of the tree and raise your eyes to see the people.

Hold the bow without hesitation and open the bow.

Sometimes, no one has come for more than a decade, or even a hundred years, or a thousand years.

Sometimes, it's people the next day.

The only thing that is the same is that they are all one person.

Before dawn, a lot of people came.

The black pressed patch, bustling, came from all sides.

Ascending to the heights and looking at it, it is all Xuanjia Changge.

The wheat in the field fell in rows, chilling the heart, for many years, they were all companions.

I wanted to hold the bow, but the bell under the eaves never rang.

So, how do you decide?

Sit under a tree, close your eyes and meditate, and when you are tired, you will drink water.

At some point, the sunlight that used to shine on Mai Island all year round has dissipated, and the sky is full of dark clouds.

After thousands of years, is it finally going to rain?

Red leaves fell on the shoulders, one, two, three......

There were not many leaves on the tree, but by the time the fountain was covered, only the poles remained.

And those who came also came to him.

Tightly surrounded the people under the tree.

Opening his eyes, a tall armor warrior stood with a sword in his hand.

Drawing his sword, the golden light shone brightly, illuminating the dreary sky.

Stick your sword into the ground.

The first words of this limited land are ushered in.

"Open the door. ”

There is only one door here, and it is naturally open.

The barrier is gone.

There are some things that are easier to solve from the outside.

Where do you go without limitations?

A hint of confusion appeared in my heart, and then a warning appeared in my ears.

"Beware, they are going to kill you, they are killing the king. ”

It's not the inner voice, it's the voice on the left.

Under the delicate helmet, the color of the country and the city is revealed.

The next moment, a sword light swept towards his throat.

The hilt of the sword reads "Commanded by the Heavens", and the blade is engraved with an ancient totem.

This sword can open up the world and turn the world around.

When the sword falls, the arrow is out.

The bow of the ownerless, the arrow of the ownerless, the silence is better than the sound.

One point, one center, is an aurora, a circle of killing intent.

The black dust, from near and far, pushed towards the edge of Wheat Island.

Light, again.

The tree is still there, and there are no more leaves.

The secluded spring is still there, and half of the cave is missing.

The wooden house is also there, and the lock is missing.

The bow is in the sky, the sword is in the ground, and the woman is in front of you.

Xuanjia outlines a wonderful figure, that superb face, no one wants to swing a sword.

"Come with me. ”

"I'll take you away. ”

Two sentences, one smile, took away too many doubts.

"Can I drink saliva?"

The water is there, and anyone can drink it.

She stretched out her snow-white soft wattle and gently pulled the water.

Down the throat.

"It's bitter, it's bitter. She frowned.

Is it bitter?

Walked over and tasted it, sweet, sweeter than ever.

Sweet to the extreme.

Will there be such sweet water?

......

......

When the armor broke, the white clothes flew, like a nine-day fairy.

The flawless hand, holding the sword.

A sword intent swung out.

The bow fell to the ground, broke its strings, and was stained with spit blood.

The red leaves cover the face and cover everything.

"Perhaps, it will be a relief for you. ”

She said.

It was said very seriously, without a hint of hypocrisy or ridicule.

But she was poisoned.

The most poisonous woman's heart.

......

......

The wind is coming.

Lifting the autumn leaves, I saw a person walking towards the wooden house.

She is a very beautiful woman.

Also the most poisonous woman.

Lying quietly, looking at his bow, accompanying his brother for thousands of years, he shed tears.

A grain of wheat was blown to the mouth by the wind.

It's fragrant, it's fragrant.

Stick out your tongue and with a light hook, roll the wheat into your mouth.

For thousands of years, wheat has been ripe.

It hasn't changed.

A force begins in the dantian, enters the acupoints, and pours into the meridians.

Poison has an antidote.

Detoxification is rebirth.

She stopped, never looking back, but swung the sword in her hand.

The criss-crossing sword intent, like a net, with countless sharp blades, fell from the sky.

Without a bow, what is there?

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grasped the sword.

A sword breaks ten thousand swords, the sword is clear, the sword name is "Zhengyu", and the blade turns into a dragon.

A sword that has never been seen before in heaven and on earth.

......

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The brass bell under the eaves has been shattered into thin pieces.

All that was left of the giant tree was the stump.

The poisonous spring of the cave is covered with yellow sand.

In the whole of Wheat Island, only wooden houses remain.

And one more person.

The moment before she died, she looked at the sword in her chest, looked at him again, smiled, smiled sadly, and said, "The door is in the house." ”