The turmoil of the outside world is different, and the Netherworld, far away from the chaos of the rivers and lakes, is still calm. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Half a year has passed since the change of the Demon Sect's Mingyue Palace, and the death of the witch Duan Chengcheng seems to have settled with the passage of time, and no one will go into the valley to find her wreckage.

And since the old man of the divine soldier changed his maze, even Gongzi Xuan has never appeared again, and Duan Chengcheng has finally lived a peaceful life with no one to disturb him.

In the blink of an eye, it is late autumn, and the valley has added a little cold, and the valley bottom, which has always been verdant, will begin to show autumn.

The air is wafting with the fragrance of withered leaves, adding a little bleak atmosphere, and the red leaves of the mountains are reflected in a pool of blue water, which is even more beautiful as a fantasy in the mirror.

And the woman in a rough cloth dress had no intention of appreciating this beautiful scene, with a bamboo knife in her hand, her body flying with the wind, like a fallen leaf moving in the wind.

Her every move is clean and neat, and she is full of momentum. A set of knife movements and chapters look extremely ordinary, but she makes the flow of water, its speed is dizzying, there is a bit of detachment in the opening and closing of the momentum, and the moves are also tightly connected, almost no flaws can be found.

An old man with white hair and eyebrows walked towards her from a distance with something, and when she approached, she retracted her knife, and the fallen leaves crossed the corners of her eyebrows, and there was a slight gloom in those cold eyes.

The white-haired old man approached, and without saying a word, he threw the object he was carrying at her, and she raised her hand to take it, but was attracted by the special weight and cold touch.

She was slightly startled, and then carefully looked at the thing in her hand, it should be a cold knife, the handle of the knife has a ring, covered by a black scabbard, the knife is not sheathed, it is difficult to distinguish its shape.

But she was very skeptical about the weight of the knife, she raised her eyes to look at the old man, but did not speak, and the curiosity about the knife in her hand made her want to find out.

She drew the scabbard of the knife directly, the sharp blade rubbed against the sheath, and she let out a low moan, and the silver-black blade was revealed in front of her eyes, and her eyes were a little bright.

It was just an ordinary ring-headed knife, three feet long, the blade was wide and straight, not bent or warped, the difference was its strange weight, and the middle of the blade and the back of the knife, as if embedded with a long crack, at first glance, would be regarded as a broken and useless blade.

But it wasn't a crack, it was a sign of a special material fused with the Darkiron, a material she knew and was familiar with, a fragment of the Geyue Knife she had used for years.

"Remember the weight of this knife, how heavy it is, how heavy it is, how heavy is life." Seeing her looking at the knife in her hand, the old man raised his hand and pointed at the knife in her hand quite seriously, "The difference between life and death is in your hand." ”

"You mean...... This knife is for me? Duan Qingcheng was slightly stunned, and turned to look at the old man, his face puzzled, the Geyue Knife, which had long been abandoned, was now held in another form in her hand.

"Although it is now broken, it is indeed your sword...... "The old man said and glanced at her by the way, "a knife that truly belongs to you." ”

When she heard this, she only sank her gaze, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't let me kill again, why did you give me a blade?" ”

"Iniquity is never caused by the sword, but it is the human heart that uses the blade to create iniquity." The old man said, untied the wine gourd on his waist, opened the lid and took a sip of wine, and then said: "The original intention of building the blade was to save people, not to kill people, don't you even understand this?" ”

Duan Chengcheng's eyes changed slightly, but he didn't speak, just listened blindly, and then fell into silence.

Save others? With such a heavy knife, it is difficult to kill people, and it will only be more difficult to save people.

Could it be that this is to tell her that it is harder to save people than to kill them?

Everyone understands such a simple truth, so why remind her in such a way.

She moved her gaze to the knife in her hand with a slight suspicion, and the slender crack on the knife body like the moon of the curved bow came into view, just like the slender scar engraved on her face, which became a mark that could never be erased.

The cold gaze became deeper and darker, and there was a slight emotion hidden between the eyebrows, which was even more elusive for a person who had rarely spoken.

"Wait until tomorrow dawn and you can leave." The old man saw that she was still skeptical, so he added.

The cold knife in her hand was put into the sheath, and she officially raised her eyes to look at the old man, and a helpless and aggrieved smile overflowed on her lips, "It's been a long time, but you think I'm disturbing your tranquility and want to drive me away?" ”

The old man smacked his lips, looking a little impatient, and said, "Your injuries are all healed, and I have nothing to teach you, why are you still here?" ”

"I ......" she wanted to say and stopped, if she said to stay, she had no reason. If she said to leave, she would have nowhere to go, and besides, she was already a dead person in that Jianghu.

Once upon a time, the first village in the world was her only home, but now that there is no one else, where can she go back?

If she stays here, she can be a dead man forever, and if she takes a step here, she will have no other desire to do anything but avenge her hatred and regain her ignorance.

And with her current martial arts, she has little internal strength, and she has some skills, but it is okay to protect herself, if she really wants to seek revenge again, she is afraid that ten more lives will not be enough to compensate.

"What, is it possible that you don't want to go?" When the old man saw that she was in trouble, he pouted indifferently, "Then you can stay here, it's not bad to have someone to help me cook and laundry, and I can also let you help me buy wine, and I can also go up the mountain to hunt......"

"Then I'd better go." As soon as she heard the words laundry and cooking, her face immediately changed.

Although after half a year, she has also learned such things as firewood, rice, oil and salt, but she doesn't want to be here for the rest of her life. And this person has been making things difficult for three days and two times in terms of food, and she has suffered a lot in the past six months.

"Hmph, you stinky girl with no conscience...... the old man gave her a blank look, turned and left, looking a little unhappy.

"That ......," she asked hesitantly behind her, "can I call you master?" ”

"I don't have a stupid apprentice like you, no big or small......" The old man didn't even look back, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

She is not only neither big nor small, this girl is so stupid that she can't even figure out her seniority, if she really calls him a master, where will she put her father? It's really not wrong to say she's stupid.

But in the past half a year, she has finally given her more fresh air that a living person should have, and the stinky girl who used to be cold and salty and salty can now learn to laugh, which is very good......

Duan Chengcheng looked at the back of the old man leaving in the wind, and the helpless smile on the corner of his lips never dissipated, perhaps because it was late autumn, and he suddenly felt depressed in his heart.

She naturally understood the old man's good intentions, and he had already seen that he had the intention of leaving the Netherworld Valley, and before she could say that he would come, he would take the first step to drive her away, but what she didn't expect was that he would give herself such a knife.

Holding the cold knife tightly in her hand, as if it weighed a thousand catties, she didn't dare to relax for a moment, and she knew for the first time that an ordinary knife could be so heavy.

It was so heavy that she felt in a trance that the souls of all those who died because of her were attached to the knife, and it was so heavy that it made her tremble. How much does human life really weigh? She didn't know.

She looked down at the figure reflected in the lake, her cold face, her smiling chuckle, and the slender scar engraved on her right cheek.

She really doesn't know how much human life weighs?

Perhaps, she just pretended not to know...... (To be continued.) )