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The cool breeze pierced the straight spine of the sword. The sunlight was like water, moistening the blade of the sword, which was as thin as a shadow.

This sword is called "Cold Spring Ming", and it is being held in the little hand of the sister Hong. The slender fingers were clenched tightly, as if they were clutching everything in themselves, and even protruded pale cyan veins.

Mei Hong straightened her neck, indifferently looking directly at the ever-changing scenery in front of her, her long pale hair rose and fell little by little with her steady pace, like Xiao Xiao Yishui rolling up snow waves, singing a song of determination that will never return.

Her face was resolute and silent, and although her palms were a little slippery from sweat, the pressure that did not leave a gap still brought her a sense of security, and she knew that she was holding a sword, a sword that kills.

Walking slowly, the cold wind screamed into her skin from all directions, making her whole body feel like being immersed in the river water of winter, and every skin was suffering from cold and astringent, but her pace did not change in the slightest, and her breathing was still long and heavy.

It was truly an indescribable, shocking power. The samurai who led her was so overwhelmed by her will that he was cautious in his words and deeds - yes, even if he had been tested by life and death, he had never seen a man as sharp as a sword. The killing intent that emanated from her every movement made every inch of the samurai's soul feel like falling into an ice cellar, and it made it difficult for him to treat her as a child.

He didn't dare to take it lightly, because he knew he would lose.

"Here we are, Miss Fujiwara."

Under the guidance of the samurai, Meihong crossed the vermilion stone gate and came to the most secret backyard of the Fujiwara family. Here she saw the bleak mountains, the silent waters, and the men she hated to the marrow, the back as stiff as withered grass, the white hair as the feathers of a dead bird, and the desolate fluttering sleeves.

Fujiwara is not better than waiting, it has changed.

It has become completely different from the man in Mei Hong's memory, neither majestic nor crazy, some are just as small as a beggar, as dark as a dead corpse. But so what? Mei Hong dispelled the brief trance in her mind, and the sharp will brought her indifferent and ruthless heart. Yes, so what? That's the person she wants to kill when she thinks about it!

A cold wind blew in the distance, and with the ripples on the lake came to the shore, and the hunched back fluttered like withered grass, like a phantom.

But Mei Hong quickly dispelled this meaningless illusion in her self-questioning, because, with that skeleton-like body, Fujiwara stood up. He turned around and turned his ugly old face at Mei Hong, and then, with an obnoxious smug smile.

"You're here to kill me, sister red!"

"Ah, I'm here to kill you, Fujiwara is not waiting!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Mei Hong was as cold as if she was saying something that had nothing to do with her.

"You can't kill me, you know it yourself." Fujiwara slowly straightened up his remaining arm, the broken branch still strong enough to hold the clothes on his chest. His voice was also extremely flat, "You can't kill me because you're not strong enough." ”

"Am I not strong enough?" Mei Hong sneered, "Are you strong?" Fujiwara is no better than waiting, you are now just a dying bed bug, even a worm with incomplete limbs, what strength do you have to defend your life? Rely on your samurai? Rely on your Onmyoji? They can't fill my murderous intentions! ”

Fujiwara shook his head and shook his white hair, "You still don't understand what it means to be truly powerful, so you can't kill me." If it was me before, I might not have understood the meaning of being powerful, but now I will allow you to walk in with a sword. ”

Fujiwara's eyes pierced through the messy white hair and stabbed at Meihong's eyes.

"What is really powerful? Hehe, are you kidding? In my heart, the piercing killing intent like a thousand miles of ice field is truly powerful. It will smash all the blockers, and then, instead of the gods of hell, give you the punishment of ten thousand swords piercing the heart! Without fear, he looked directly at Fujiwara's sharp gaze, and Meihong's voice was like a cold ghost singing.

"Haha! Hahahaha! Laughing hoarsely, Fujiwara Bubi showed a wild look on his face, it was not the paranoid madness of the past, but some kind of brilliant madness, "Heaven and earth are like a reverse journey, sad and want to sing!" All things are covered with sin ropes, withered to death! Time is as misty as a river flowing eastward, all beings are like earthly mayflies, you and I are also in chess, and once we die, the gods cry and laugh. So, what's the use of giving birth to me? Can't laugh! What's the use of destroying me? No reduction in arrogance! Only by being sincere to oneself can this life be in vain! ”

With a faint, proud smile, Fujiwara did not wait for the eyes with a sparkle, he looked directly into Meihong's eyes, and said slowly: "Fujiwara Meihong!" A strong heart is truly strong. Therefore, with your hatred-filled heart that forgets yourself, you cannot kill me! ”

There seemed to be a muffled thunder in the sky, and dark clouds swept in from the distant mountains.

Mei Hong stared at Fujiwara's eyes, and suddenly found a little light from there, which was the light of wisdom. This discovery shocked Mei Hong's heart, because she recalled the pair of dark and crazy eyes she saw not long ago, and she couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment.

But she immediately sobered up, and while feeling ashamed of her trance, Mei Hong also realized the collapse of her momentum.

"Stop talking about anything really powerful! No matter how nice you may say, how can you fight the sword with your flesh and blood? Die by my sword with your heart that has just discovered the true meaning of life. ”

Mentioning the sound of the cold spring, Mei Hong rushed to Fujiwara Bubi's body, raised her sword, and then slashed it fiercely.

In the sudden slowdown of time and space, the sound of the wind disappeared in Mei Hong's ears, and the chill in her body was forgotten. For some reason, she saw the eyes of the unequal.

She saw the calm and confident black, saw the clouds in the sky reflected in the black, and she also saw the figure of Qicao in a trance, and the soft smile was the same as in the old days.

She was in a trance, she was in a trance, so much so that the indomitable sword lost its direction, and slashed diagonally to cut off the remaining left hand.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! You didn't kill me! You didn't kill me! Kill it! Cut off this useless stump! Fujiwara sister red. "He didn't care about the blood-spattered wound, and his pale face was filled with a smile of sacredness and wildness, yes, his heart was ecstatic.

"What? Can't I kill you? Fujiwara is not better than waiting! ”

"You can't kill me, Fujiwara Meihong."

"Am I too weak? Am I not firm enough? I can't kill you! I can't kill you! And what about my hatred? What about my teachers? Did she really die in vain? Did you kill her for nothing? You tell me, Fujiwara is not waiting, how can I kill you? ”

"Your teacher won't die in vain, because she'll let you kill me!" With a star-like light in his eyes, Fujiwara's voice was bewitching, "Get stronger!" Get stronger! Understand the meaning of life, make your heart as strong as mine, and then you can kill me! Fujiwara sister red. ”

"Really? Is it...... Wait, next time, I'll kill you! ”

"Haha! Hahaha! Come on! Come on! I'm looking forward to that day! ”

……………………

After Mei Hong left, Bubi still stood by the lake. He let the blood flow, taking away what little blood was left on his face.

"Do you think I'm mean? Warrior. ”

"......" The samurai who stood quietly on the side did not dare to answer.

"For the dream of the newborn, for the young sprout, what if it is mean?" It's better to wait and look back at the calm lake, "This dream is really late!! So I had to pass it on. ”

"Master......" The samurai seemed to sense something.

"Samurai, I'm still alive." Bubi interrupted what the samurai was about to say, as if talking to himself, and as if declaring something, "Remember, I'm still alive." ”

"And you!"

Leaning back, at the moment of falling, Bubi saw the sky full of clouds, and he suddenly smiled.

"You can't kill me until you break this dark cloud!"

"Poof!"

Cold,

Izumi Ming.

PS1: "What's the use of having me?" Can't laugh! What's the use of destroying me? No reduction in arrogance! "Speaking out of Mr. He Zai's "The Legend of Wukong".

PS2: This chapter is super difficult to write, so the update is late, forgive me, and in addition, thank you for the reward from the zyloffice brothers, I owe a chapter plus more first!