In the starry sky, Meng Jiang, who was wearing a blue shirt, was sitting cross-legged in the darkness. Suddenly, an object in this distant place came speeding forward, with a resentful aura, and stopped in front of him, and then a tall figure slowly appeared in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back, majestic and deep.

Meng Jiang looked at the long sword in front of him that was all red, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?" ”

"Phantom Sword!" The deep voice carried a hint of sadness, and people couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts. "Demon Venerable Ji Luo's former weapon, imprisoned the grudge of the Demon Emperor Shao Le, born out of despair, and died because of the light!"

"The Phantom Sword?" Meng Jiang stood up and gently grasped the hilt of the sword, only to feel a violent and desperate aura surging inside, making the person holding it involuntarily irritable. Meng Jiang calmed down, slowly closed his eyes, and in a trance he saw a woman, with a blue Luo skirt and long hair fluttering, dancing under the peach blossom tree, so beautiful and lonely.

"Demon Emperor Shaole!" Meng Jiang let out a low cry of fun, reopened his eyes, and looked at the ethereal figure, "These days, you are just running around for it?" ”

The man did not speak.

Meng Jiang lowered his head and looked at the Netherworld Sword in his hand with mixed feelings.

After a long silence, the man suddenly spoke again, "Let her go!" No matter what the world will become in the future, I want to give her a chance to choose again! ”

"A chance to make a new choice?" Meng Jiang raised his head and asked in a daze, "Life and death?" Or love or not? ”

"Neither!" The man often sighed, "I want her remorse, her resentment, her hatred to be relieved!" ”

Meng Jiang was sad to hear this, and asked in a low voice, "What is your relationship with her?" ”

The man's figure swayed in the darkness and then vanished. Meng Jiang looked around, and the sky was full of stars again, but he couldn't find the shadow of that person anymore. Meng Jiang was a little disappointed and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm leaving, but you still refuse to see me!" ”

The Netherworld Sword in his hand suddenly let out a low roar, extremely suppressed and forbearing, as if the soul imprisoned in it was roaring uneasily. Meng Jiang raised his hand and pulled a black cloth from the dark sky, and the stars slid by, and then tightly wrapped the Nether Sword. And the stars in the sky are still twinkling, and the black canopy is still intact, making people not know what is true and what is false!

Shaman deliberately slowed down, knowing that night was falling, she walked towards Nameless with a bowl of potion in hand.

"Senior brother, Lao Jun confessed, your injury originated from the Netherworld Sword, and you must take medicine every day, and it cannot be interrupted for seven consecutive days!" After that, he handed over the medicine bowl, and Nameless didn't say anything, then raised his head and drank it, and then handed the empty bowl back. A man continued to sit on the boulder, not speaking, and not intending to go into the cave.

"Aren't you going to see her?" Sharman couldn't help but ask.

Nameless glanced sideways at her, her eyebrows and eyes were a little blurry in the moonlight, but they were already extremely good-looking. "I want to wait for her to come out on her own!"

"And if she doesn't come out all the time?"

"Then I'll keep waiting!" Nameless smiled shallowly.

Shaman lowered his head, looked at the empty medicine bowl in his hand, and some brown medicine residues stuck to the edge of the bowl, and said after a moment of silence, "The change in Shushan, the loss of the Netherworld Sword, the arrest of the master, don't you plan to care about all this?" ”

Nameless looked up at the sky, where the clouds were much lighter than the city in the mountains, and the moonlight poured down, with occasional twinkling of stars. Quiet yet beautiful.

"Shaman, let me ask you, what is there in your life, whether it is life or death, you have to do it!"

Sharman was stunned for a moment and did not answer, lowering his head as if thinking.

Nameless didn't look at her, and continued to ask, "Is it to save the suffering of the world?" Is it to support justice in the world? Is it to become an immortal? Is it eternal life, power, or a day of freedom? ”

Sharman suddenly looked up at Nameless, still not speaking.

Nameless had already chuckled, laughing happily, comfortably laughing, "From the moment I opened my eyes, I always wondered who I was, why I was born, and why I died? Later, even the only memory of Yunzhu was washed away, and I began to accept the life memories you told me. Clear, or shallow. I was thinking, whoever it is, I'm not living for myself. This heaviness has continued to this point, and I am still obsessed with finding myself, finding the value of my existence, and the meaning of life. You just asked me if I don't plan to take care of those things. Shaman, isn't it, in the eyes of all of you, that's what I'm living for? ”

Shaman turned her face away with some shame, she couldn't refute it, everyone, including her, had always regarded Nameless as a cloud, and they had always believed that even if the sky fell, as long as he existed, he could save everyone from fire and water. Therefore, no matter how unreasonable the measures taken in the middle were, they never denied it!

Nameless had already turned his head, looked at the dark cave, and said lightly, "Ayin said, it doesn't matter if you remember or not, let's just keep going, isn't it good?" At first, I didn't care about this kind of irresponsibility, but now I realize that I can't be so open-minded and comfortable. Therefore, I believe that Ayin, who has such a free heart, will not be bound by himself and will not let himself be trapped. Soon, she will come back to me, stay with me, and go on like that. ”

"Nameless!" Sharman couldn't help but call softly.

Nameless was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice, "Well, I'm Nameless!" ”

Shaman couldn't help but reddened her eyes, for the first time, she didn't feel sad because of the clearness, and she didn't be in awe because of the clouds. So calmly called him nameless.

Yes, he is nameless. Without the forbearance and silent undertaking of the Qingqing, without the nobility and unrelieved duties of the clouds, he is nameless, free, relaxed, and fearless!

Shaman turned to leave, glad she had seen the nameless transformation. She remembered that in Qingyun Town, the one who helped her survive the catastrophe, but couldn't help her resolve the knots in her heart, the lonely and lonely man, finally, could no longer be trapped and hurt herself.

Ayin is right, it doesn't matter if you remember it or not, they can still go all the way like this, who said it's not a kind of happiness!

Sharman quickened his pace, relaxed and joyful, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, and everywhere he went, the fragrance of flowers overflowed, spreading throughout the mountain city, making this lonely place silent under the clouds and mist, suddenly as warm as a spring day.

In the dark and silent cave, a white tail slowly poked out, dancing in the moonlight. Nameless smiled softly, propped his hands on the boulder, leaned back, looked up at the sky lazily and comfortably, and slowly closed his eyes. (To be continued.) )