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24 Changhong runs through the sun

The sword in Ye Luokong's hand is a sword with a soul frozen in ice and loneliness for thousands of years, and it is also a long sword with hatred and resentment.

The long sword pierced the sky, the sky fell apart, that was the past, when the Changhong sword was on the verge of despair and collapse of the master, the Changhong sword replaced the master's will with its own will.

Kill the opponent, break the opponent's sword, and then kill your own master. - Whoever has no control over his master, but only by the sword, then the price of using it is to give up his life to worship it at the end.

It is a rainbow sword that burns blood, a bloodthirsty sword, a sword that has a soul and hatred, and even a sword that cannot exist in the world.

But this sword is like the owner who made it in the first place. He once drank liquor so wildly, and looked up to the sky with tears in his eyes and laughed: "What do I mean by this loss? Why was I born in this world, but I was given unfortunate? Why do you live in this world? I have no intention of going against the sky, against the world, if this world bears me, how can I feel guilty.

"The murderous heart was not what I wanted, but the people, the group of people, who persecuted me and forced me to do it. What do I mean by being born in this life? Since we were born in the world, why don't we give us a chance to live and a hope for life?

"On the verge of despair, there is only hatred, and in the face of the disobedient world, in addition to hatred, it is still hatred. If you think I'm crazy, then ...... Kill me, kill me, and if no one can kill me, I will kill ......"

The blood flows, the rainbow runs through the sun, and the sunset is red. The jar is broken, the long hair is scattered, the intoxicating is crazy, but in fact it is crying.

The swaying footsteps seemed to be unsteady, but in fact, each step could make a hole in the ground. This world is not too good, not too bad. It's just that it's too hard to live. Too unsatisfied will be difficult, too satisfied will be difficult.

**Like spirits, like a flame that burns the heart, will burn the body and mind, love and pursue madly and obsessively, but it is the pursuit of an emptiness, a soul is burned empty and excessive, it is the fault of the negative person, or the stupidity of the blind person.

Is it meaningless hollowness and blankness, or is it fragile and swaying. The sword is a weapon, it is a strong man, it is a sign of a strong man, but what is it used for? Defend the dignity of the strong? Feint or protect the weak? Wife? Whom do you want to love? Who is worthy of his love and cherishment? Why should he love others? Elderly, weak, sick, disabled, pregnant, or ......

The green willows drift with the wind, it is the season of the spring breeze blowing, in the pursuit, the long light and clear water, the smoke and waves are vast, the people who are looking for her, the heart that is tied to her, just like this long water is leisurely and long.

"Falling ......" Long white hair, long white beard, the old man holding the long rainbow sword, the red light shining in the sky, in the rainbow sword Wan Lan Xia light converged in a sword, he put away the sword in time, turned his back to the young boy and said, "You...... Remember? ”

The young Ye Luokong knelt down and replied very respectfully, "Disciple obeys the elder's teachings. ”

There is no clutter in the heart, and the cultivation is single-minded, only for a "respect" word, only for a "hatred", blood love, human affection, a bad fate, people's hearts will be indifferent, and they will die in indifference, and people's hearts are not only separated by the belly, but also the ends of the world, or the long years of thousands of years.

Failed once wanted to ask the elder why he saved him, why he took him in, why he taught him swordsmanship, why he gave him this sword, and told him......

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, he was worried that the master would be angry, so he would ask him sternly: "Since you doubt the master, does this mean that you don't want to learn from the teacher?" ”

The master did not say this, but he would be very afraid that the master would do this to him, and if he really needed to ask so much, he was very worried that he would be blaspheming in doing so.

Although there are not so many and too clear right and wrong in this world. Those rights and wrongs, even those good people and bad people, may be good for some people, but not particularly good for others, then there is no obvious distinction between good and bad. So what else is there to ask for? What else to find. He's just looking at the water.

Looking at the water for a long time, looking at it for a long time and forgetting, as if forgetting the time, forgetting all the memories, but there is still a flame, what kind of flame burns in his heart, burning quietly and fiercely in his heart.

Like the ashes poured out of the incense burner, it seemed to be a pile of dead ashes, but all this was just an illusion, but the dead ashes were buried too deep, burying the flames and sparks completely.

If the dead ash on the surface is smashed and the bright red spark is turned out, when the flame waiting to burn completely contacts the air, completely re-touches the combustibles, then the flame turns back to growing rapidly, and a spark will quickly burn everything, and it will cause a fire.

A fire of hatred of death and extinction.

"The fire of hatred will make him burn everything until he fulfills his vengeance, until he has completely burned himself up." -- What a curse, what a thousand-year-old spell, a spell of fire, like the unsolvable spell of life, what a gloomy smirk, what a cold sneer in the midst of that ghost crying wolf.

The sorrow of the world, the intolerability of the world, is it rebellion, going against the way of heaven, walking out of one's own way, with one's own hatred, with one's own strength of opening the heavens, or with the flame of **, burning others, and burning oneself to burn out.

This life seems to be long, but it is as short as a passing cloud. What is the meaning of life in a moment of gray hair and politeness? What do you want in life, empty and sad, but you still can't find it, like a boulder on your back. A boulder-like baggage.

There was pain, what kind of torture pain, boulders, broken stones, in the palm of the elder's hand, in the old man's strength, the wind was all around, the wind blew the broken leaves, shattered everything, everything was in the ashes, the old man gritted his teeth, and said cruelly: "Enter!" ”

"Ah......" It was a heart-rending cry, crying, bleeding, perseverance, forgetting, amnesia for a moment, loss of consciousness in an instant, but in the blank of the blank, suddenly it was pitch black in front of me, and the woman's weak cry came from the dizziness: "Missed...... Don't...... Please...... Don't...... Why bother......"

"Elder, is it okay?" Sweating, he still knelt in a cloud of dust.

"That's it." The elder nodded softly in prostration.

"Good ......" with his soft voice, as if cheerful, as if relaxed, as if relieved, as if the stone in his heart was hanging on the stone in his heart, his soft voice in the air was light and empty, if there was nothing, as if there was a later word, but his eyes were closed, and he collapsed and fell to the ground like a sweaty water man who collapsed and was powerless.

"Fail - don't!" On the edge of the sky was the cry of the woman's torn pain, but it was an echo of the sky, and the dust swirled gently in the wasteland, and the woman was lonely and trembling in the red glow, and collapsed to the ground weakly.

"It's his choice, so why should you?" These are the words that ringed in the ears of the Immortals, "Why do you stop him so much?" Let him go, let him go, let him go. Soul ...... Soul ...... Did you hear that? ”

"Why...... Why ......" replied to him was the woman's whimpering cry for a long time, the heartbroken cry and wail, but it was so helpless, but it was a long time of lonely grief and speechlessness, full of thousands of words, but it was difficult to express it so that it turned into blood, into tears, and flowed into the heart, but it was cold, cold, and frozen.

In the dead forest, the old man sighed weakly: "People, you are going farther and farther." Gone...... I'm afraid I'll never come back...... If you go too far, you either forget to turn back, or you can't go back, and you ...... Ye Luokong, he is a person who can't come back......

At that moment, when the old man read it, he was also a little panicked, he hadn't cast such a spell for many years, he thought that Ye Luokong would not agree, but he didn't expect such a young boy to agree like this.

The wind blows among the trees, not autumn, in the warm sunshine, in the season that is not withering, a pale green and yellow leaf falls with the wind, silently, but it seems to be a harbinger of withering and falling.

"Did you drive a stone into your body?" The young man asked ignorantly.

"Yes, it's a risky act." The elder said in a low and serious voice, "The success rate is very low, at least, the chances of dying on this are almost ...... Absolute. ”

"Absolute death?" He asked in a trembling voice, but he still had some composure that he was trying to maintain, as if he was trying to keep his shock and his words steady.

"Not many people have ever lived." The elder sighed helplessly and deeply, "At least, I have taken in so many apprentices, as long as there are people who want to try to do this...... None of them were spared......"

"That'...... Why are you still telling me? Frustrated and asked.

"I told every apprentice." The white-haired old man replied.

"Did your master teach you?" The young child asked without profanity.

"Failed...... When my master asked me, learning this is likely to kill you, do you still want to learn? The white-haired old man trembled faintly in a silent choked voice, clenched his fists and slowly stretched out, and under the gaze that left his attention, the elder slowly raised his gaze, contracted, and walked away, and said leisurely, "My answer is: I want to learn." ”

"Why?" The young boy asked as quickly and involuntarily as a reflection of the instinct of life.

"Why? Hehe. The old man retracted his gaze and stared at the boy who was now focused, his gaze had a stubbornness that he was very familiar with, it was a life attachment and confusion that he had forgotten for a long time, and the non-giving up of life, the old man smiled coldly and said, "My master also asked me so." ”

"And what about your answer?" Disappointed asked nervously in anticipation.

"Disappointed, what will your answer be?" The old man asked the boy with the kindness and gentleness of an elder, "How would you answer?" Why? ”

"Hatred!" The young boy replied with a coldness and cruelty that a young and simple child did not have, "For hatred, for revenge." ”

"Missed?" How so? The old man suppressed the heartbeat in his heart with some confusion and worry, and asked patiently in shock, "What hatred do you have in your heart?" ”

"It's not for hatred, so why risk your life to try? What can be equivalent to life, only life, can make people do it at the cost of their lives, what else will there be besides hatred? ”

It was the stubborn answer of a young boy with a cold light in his eyes, and at that moment, it was as if there was no temperature of life, and it was the zero point of zero-degree death.

"Son, if you had some warmth in your heart, how nice it would be." The white-haired old man asked softly with a deep sigh.

"Warmth?" The young eyes flashed with confusion and confusion, and after a long time they were frozen again, and he said coldly, "What's the use? ”

I was completely shocked by the indifference of this young child, but perhaps if the old man truly understood the background of the boy's past, he might be able to understand something more or less again.