When he descended the mountain, the Sword Soul Resentful Spirit, who had already decided to kill, planned to strengthen himself, and then seek revenge from the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Bai took him down the mountain, and also kept his promise, let him kill people to vent his hatred, when he killed the wicked, he felt a burst of happiness in his heart for no reason, like a big river drinking, drinking up the resentment of this life.

Like a feeling is always inexplicable, whether he is tired of it in the future or not, he must pay attention to the present.

When he was about to kill one more person, there was only the scholar left in front of him, the weak and vulnerable scholar of the wooden sword.

The scholar had already sat down beside the tree, taking care of the wooden sword in deep thought.

The Sword Soul Spirit slowly floated over and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

When the scholar heard this, he raised his head and replied with a smile: "I wonder when this friend of mine can talk to me like this, jealous and hateful!" ”

The sword soul resentful spirit looked at the wooden sword on the ground that had no spirituality, and sneered: "He has no aura, he is a dead thing, there is no play, unless he can be conceived for a thousand years in a place where the aura is absolutely abundant, but, you will not live for a thousand years!" ”

The scholar didn't believe it, frowned, turned his head to look at the sword soul resentful spirit in the air, and asked, "How did you form it?" ”

The sword soul resentful spirit was stunned when he heard this, and he was speechless.

yes, how did I come to be?

He has been buried deep in the place of the sword mound since the day he was formed, but someone has instilled memory fragments into him before this, but it cannot be denied that he has lived in endless darkness for thousands of years, and he is not free.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the scholar sighed helplessly, and said: "The life span of people is impermanent, and I can't wait for a thousand years, and after I leave, I'm afraid that Brother Jian can only be alone, I really don't know what to do!" ”

Hearing this, the Sword Soul Resentful Spirit felt a throbbing in his heart, and he thought of something impossible, but soon let out an angry sword roar, and roared loudly like crazy: "Impossible! Humans, all damned! You are not supposed to exist in this world. ”

The scholar suddenly stood up and stared at him angrily: "No, everything is born, there is no absolute good or bad, I am different from him!" ”

He pointed to the corpse of the wicked man who fell in the distance, and shouted with some excitement: "He kills people like hemp, and he doesn't know how much blood of good people he drank with the long sword in his hand, and he should have died a long time ago, and it was because of the evil desires of human nature that countless tragedies were born!" ”

The scholar put all the blame on the dead.

The sword soul resentful spirit's jet-black sword body began to exude a different cold glow, he was in a high mood, and said angrily: "Human beings are selfish, I was originally a sword soul, the master of the sword, but I was trapped in the sword mound for a thousand years, every time I suffered, human beings created me, but let me endure a thousand years of loneliness, not free, why is this?" What am I doing wrong? ”

"Even if I don't absorb any aura, I can exist for thousands of years longer, do you want me to live like this for eternity, tormented in this endless darkness?"

"Why? Why can't I be free? ”

The scholar was speechless, but he still argued to himself: "But now that you have come out, why do you want to be born in hatred, is this very happy?" ”

"Happy!" The sword soul resentful spirit let out an eerie laugh, looking particularly cold under the moonlit night.

The Sword Soul Wraith smiled cruelly, "Only when you all die can I be truly happy!" ”

The scholar was silent, the moonlit night was in the sky, no longer bright, more and more cold, and the cool breeze gusted, blowing the rustling of the ancient trees.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the sword soul resentful spirit, and asked, "When will you kill me?" ”

"What?"

The sword soul was stunned, he hadn't thought about this problem yet, although he was very angry, he felt that the scholar in front of him was a little pedantic, but he was a person who really loved swords, and he was also a kind existence, and he subconsciously refused.

"I haven't thought about it yet!"

Hearing this, the scholar's expression was calm, staring at the air, which was as black as ink, exuding a cold and cold sword soul resentment: "Not everyone is evil, maybe you have endured too much torture and have deep resentment, but I believe that your heart is still kind, if you kill someone, you can gradually eliminate your resentment, then start with me!" ”

"Huh!" The Sword Soul Wraith suddenly sneered, "Do you want to listen to you if I kill anyone?" ”

"Then you kill me!"

"I'm not killing, it's not the next day."

"That's good!"

The scholar was weak, but he refused to admit defeat, stood up straight, his eyes stared to the north, this station, it was a long time, the moonlit night was shrouded, and the black shadow was very long.

The sword soul resentful spirit looked at his thin figure, and for a moment, it was unattainable, and he was in a trance in his heart, and an inexplicable figure suddenly appeared intermittently in his mind, the same unattainable, but arrogant, standing on the top of the world, it was so familiar.

Could it be him?

Who is it? He didn't know it himself.

Time is a moment, a moment of quicksand, the sky slowly reflects the morning light, fiery red, like the beginning of a new life, but at this moment, it is the end of a person.

The sword soul resentful spirit doesn't want to kill the scholar, there is no reason, it just doesn't want to, and it can't be explained.

The extremely pale scholar was a little more bloody in the morning light, he turned his head, looked at the sword soul ghost, and picked up the wicked's long sword in his hand at some point, and he smiled happily: "It's dawn." ”

It was noon again, Ye Bai walked down from the mountain, the ancient tree was still huge, the difference was that there were two more dead people, one was the evil man in black, maybe it was a famous sword that killed people and cut off his life, leaving no traces of blood, he died only in horror, and did not shed blood.

And in the distance, facing the direction of the east, lying is a scholar in a white crown, whose clothes are stained red with blood, looking tragic.

The sword soul spirit had not yet left, and he was floating in the air, without any sound coming out.

Ye Bai stepped forward slowly and asked, "You got happiness?" ”

The Sword Soul Wraith didn't answer.

Ye Bai asked unwillingly: "What did the scholar tell you before he died?" ”

The voice of the sword soul resentment spirit was cold: "He said, those who treat each other with the courtesy of a gentleman love the sword, those who kill people without reason with the sword insult the sword, and those who kill the evil karma with the sword respect the sword, he loves the sword and does not humiliate the sword, but he can't do it to worship the sword, if the wooden sword has a spirit, I witness it here, I hope that with his death, I will exchange my sword for the bad karma, live up to the reputation of the king of a hundred weapons, and truly do a sword respect." ”

Ye Bai asked again, "Did you promise him?" ”

"Nope!" The voice of the Sword Soul Resentful Spirit was still the same: "By the time I was about to agree, he was already dead. ”

"What are you going to do next?"

The sword soul did not speak, the sun was shining, and the scholar's face was handsome and peaceful.

"Help me bury him!"

After a long time, he spoke, and his ink-black body burrowed into the wooden sword that was still unstained with dust, wrapped around the sword body and drew an ink light, disappearing into the eastern sky.

Seeing this scene, Ye Bai smiled and waved his hand gently, and the scholar's body disappeared without a trace like flying ashes, so he turned around and left.

However, the matter was not over, and at night, the clouds were dark, the moon had disappeared, and the air was a little dull in the white.

As time slipped away, the large dark clouds became more and more obvious, gradually forming a black vortex in the air, and the ordinary boundless black hole was suddenly slowly expanding, and the silence was terrifying, and the coercion also followed.

As a pillar of purple light fell, enveloping the entire ancient tree and the man in black who had been dead for a long time, they all disappeared under the moon sky and turned into nothingness.