The autumn wind and sun did not stop at all, and continued to rush. Qiu Fengyang, who was controlled by the sword spirit, had greatly increased his strength, and Bai Meiluo was not an opponent at all. But compared with the previous Gu Monroe, the strength is still a few points inferior, and if Bai Meiluo uses a streamer to face the battle, it is not difficult to retreat with his whole body.

Bai Meiluo looked desperately at the Valley of the Holy Helmet, the howling wind curling her long white hair.

Bai Meiluo sighed, and the streamer pointed to the autumn wind and sun.

She aimed all her veins at the judgment in Qiu Fengyang's hands, and the moment the judgment pierced her chest, Bai Meiluo injected her last spiritual power into Qiu Fengyang's body.

The spiritual power flowed into the spiritual veins of Qiu Fengyang along the judgment, awakening Qiu Fengyang, who was suppressed by the sword spirit.

The purple mist on Qiu Fengyang's hair disappeared, and his eyes returned to softness.

Bai Meiluo held the judgment in his chest and fell into Qiu Fengyang's arms, and smiled, "You finally woke up, Qiu Fengyang." But I'm leaving. ”

Qiu Fengyang trembled and hugged Bai Meiluo's body tightly, unbelievable that it was his own sword that killed his friend in the end.

"You're not going to die, you're not going to die. "Qiu Fengyang opened his own twelve veins and injected a large amount of spiritual power into the dying Bai Meiluo's body.

Bai Meiluo stopped him and shook his head, "It's too late, this sword has hit my vital point, don't waste any more spiritual power." ”

Qiu Fengyang refused to give up, and continued to inject his spiritual power into Bai Meiluo with tears, "Impossible, as long as you have spiritual power, you won't die." ”

Bai Meiluo smiled, coughing, blood flowing down the corners of her mouth, she pointed to Gu Monroe who was unconscious in the distance and said, "The two of us can't kill Gu Monroe, it won't be long before he wakes up, you ...... You must get out of here now......." Bai Mei's voice became weaker and weaker, as thin as a gossamer.

"I'll save you!"

Qiu Fengyang shouted, merging the spiritual power of his whole body into Bai Meiluo's wound. After a whole day of fighting with Gu Monroe, Qiu Fengyang's spiritual power had been exhausted. The golden veins dimmed, Qiu Fengyang shed tears, knelt in front of Bai Meiluo, and knocked on the ground, "Why? Why am I so weak? As long as there is more, more spiritual power, I can save you." ”

Bai Meiluo stretched out her white hand and stroked Qiu Fengyang's hand and said, "Qiu Fengyang...... Ahem....... "Bai Meiluo's mouth was bloody, and her long white hair was dyed red with blood, "The time I spent with you was my happiest time...... After I die...... Handful..... Bury me in the Blue Flower Mountain...... Under the giant trees at the foot of the mountain, okay?"

Qiu Fengyang trembled, leaving tears.

Bai Meiluo took a deep breath, her breath gradually stabilized, Qiu Fengyang and she both knew that this was the return to the light before death: "Don't cry, you are the sword master of the tree country, Qiu Fengyang." ”

"But you're leaving. ”

Bai Meiluo sighed, "Yes, I'm leaving, I want to say I'm sorry." You are the only one on the road from now on. Bai Meiluo opened her big white eyes, lay on the ground and looked up at the sky of the Holy Helmet Valley, and said regretfully: "Until the end, I still couldn't see the snow fall and the plum blossoms. She picked up the jet-black streamer of the sword beside her and handed it to Qiu Fengyang, "Streamer, please leave it to you, let it help you embark on the road of swordsmanship, it is a testimony of our life in this world." ”

Qiu Fengyang nodded, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took the white plum falling streamer with both hands, and said nothing.

"It wasn't until this moment that I realized that what I wanted to see was not the snow falling and the plum blossoms, but the pleasant sunshine under the giant trees at the foot of the jacaranda mountain. Bai Meiluo patted the judgment inserted in his chest and said: "The sword of judgment is indeed very powerful, I thought it could wake you up before this sword was inserted into my chest, but it seems that it is still too late." ”

Qiu Fengyang watched Bai Meiluo's chest wound continue to bleed, and pleaded, "Please, don't say it." ”

Bai Meiluo ignored it and said softly: "The sword spirit in the trial has been suppressed by you, and you will no longer worry about being eaten by the sword spirit in the future." From now on, this sword will be called a blessing, bringing hope and warmth. ”

Qiu Fengyang nodded.

"I saw that I was bleeding a lot, and it seemed like it was time to leave. Bai Meiluo squinted her eyes, looked at Qiu Fengyang with a heavy face and said, "You are my best friend in the world, and the only friend." ”

"You too. Qiu Fengyang smiled bitterly.

"After I'm gone, you'll be alone. ”

"Yes. ”

Bai Meiluo muttered, "Jian Hao can only become stronger when he is lonely, just like when I met you at the foot of the Blue Flower Mountain ten years ago. Only the lonely sword is the sword intent that the autumn wind sword hero should have. ”

Qiu Fengyang said quietly: "It's been ten years, I've gotten used to being with you, and I'll be very sad if you leave." ”

"Let me be a gust of autumn wind, blowing through and sweeping away all the fallen leaves. Bai Meiluo lost too much blood, and a feeling of powerlessness came to her heart, she gently closed her eyes and whispered.

Qiu Fengyang lowered his head and put his ear to her mouth to listen carefully.

"It's been ten years, you...... Loved ...... Me, even if ....... Once. ”

Qiu Fengyang leaned into Bai Meiluo's left ear and whispered: "It has always been, and I will only love you in the future." ”

Bai Meiluo nodded, two last tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you....... Autumn wind and sun. ”

Bai Mei is gone, and there is no more sword madness in the world.

Before this white plum fell, Qiu Fengyang watched the blood flowing from her chest gradually cool and solidify. He pulled the judgment out of Bai Meiluo's chest and put it back in the scabbard behind his back. He put the streamer in his hand on the side of the judgment, gently picked up Bai Meiluo, and disappeared into the valley of the holy helmet where the wind was howling.

[Ten years ago, 468 years of the Holy Alliance, Sacred Tree Country, Blue Flower Mountain]

According to what Bai Meiluo said, Qiu Fengyang buried Bai Meiluo under the giant tree at the foot of the Jacaranda Mountain. At the last glance, Bai Meiluo's long white hair was still stained with blood, and her face was calm, as if she had fallen asleep forever.

Qiu Fengyang buried the streamer behind Bai Meiluo's tombstone, and engraved a few words on the tombstone: Best friend - Bai Meiluo.

On this day, the blue flowers of Jacaranda Mountain bloomed, just like the moment when the autumn wind and sun met the white plum ten years ago. The blue flowers that spread all over the mountains are like a sea of blue.

The autumn wind passed, and the brown robe of the autumn wind danced in the wind, and he looked into the distance, his father, the autumn wind, did not come back.

He lowered his head and said to Bai Meiluo's tombstone: "When I return again, it will be the day when the streamer comes out of the sheath." ”

After saying that, Qiu Fengyang made a beautiful wreath and placed it on the tombstone of Bai Meiluo.

He looked at the Blue Flower Mountain and closed his eyes. It seems that all this is like an autumn wind, coming softly and sweeping everything.

Qiu Fengyang turned to leave, his back was just like his father when he left Jacaranda Mountain, gloomy and resolute.

[Ten years later, 478 years of the Holy Alliance, Sacred Tree Country, Beyond the Blue Flower Mountain]

Qiu Fengyang walked out of the blue flower mountain, looked back at the whole blue flower like an ocean, and clenched the streamer in his hand. He carried the judgment of the past, and the blessing of the present, and left again.

"It's been ten years, I've come back once, and I'm going to leave again. Qiu Fengyang sighed, "If I can come back this time, I will never leave again." ”

Under the autumn wind in October, Shuguo Jianhao Qiu Fengyang left Jacaranda Mountain.

He knew that there should be a sword maniac in this world, white plum falling, white snow falling, plum blossoms blooming.

Even in the past ten years, Qiu Fengyang will not forget that the white-haired girl holding a black streamer once saved herself, and she will not forget that the girl who has always wanted to see the plum blossom day when the snow falls until the last moment of her life only wants to return to the Blue Flower Mountain.