The top of Aoyama Mountain.

Ning Yi sent all the divinity that he desperately condensed into the body close to the sword, and the broken hand could no longer be spliced, but the degree of clay sculpture of the body has improved somewhat.

This battle was so tragic that the green mountains were greatly affected, and the surrounding trees and scenery had collapsed and dilapidated, and the leaves were flying everywhere, and it was a mess.

Ning Yi knew that the state of the sword weapon was close to that of the predecessors, and if it was sent to the bottom of the mountain at this moment, he might be able to say a few words to his descendants, Su Musha and Shui Yue of the White Deer Cave Academy.

Just as he was about to pick up his sword and approach.

"The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates...... "Jian Jian suddenly asked, "Ning Yi, who told you this?"

"I didn't have a father or a mother since I was a child, and I didn't have a family, so no one told me. Ning Yi smiled and disagreed, "In this world, people must always have a belief, right?"

The sword weapon didn't speak recently, letting Ning Yi carry him, half of his body was already incomprehensible, Ning Yi squatted down, picked up the broken hand, and fell to the ground, and became a clay stone sword.

The voice of the boy swayed in the breeze of the mountain road.

"Senior...... Did you know?"

"I was born without a father and no mother, and my life is not rich, a lot of truth is what I have to do in the life and death struggle outside the Xiling Wilderness, as well as crawling in the white city, step by step muddy, deeply experienced. Ning Yi approached with a sword weapon on his back, he felt that the gentleman behind him was not very heavy, his footsteps were slightly wrong, and he began to descend the mountain, and the surrounding trees collapsed, symbolizing the green mountains of the heyday of Tianfu, in the storm last night, all the ancient trees were pulled out, and the hundred years of accumulation were destroyed.

He spoke in a very soft voice: "When I was seven years old, I took the girl to look for food outside the Bodhisattva Temple, I was unfamiliar with the place, I got lost in the snow in the wilderness of Xiling, I was hungry and cold, the girl fainted from the cold, I thought I was going to die......"

Ning Yi paused, his expression was not bitter, but with a relaxed tone, he said with a smile: "There is an old man who saved us, not only gave me clothes, but also gave me a hunting bow, he taught me how to hunt animals in the snow, there is everything in the snow, the cunning snow rabbit, the big Han pig that looks harmless to humans and animals but is actually fierce, and the snow wolf who walks in groups...... He taught me some tips on how to hunt animals. ”

Jian Jinjin smiled and said, "He's a good person." ”

"I thought so, too. Ning Yi said softly: "If he doesn't try to kidnap the girl and sell it, I really think that he is the one sent by God to save my life." ”

The sword weapon fell silent.

"I woke up that day in a groggy state and found that the girl was missing, and I followed the footprints all the way to find it. Ning Yi let out a long breath, with a look of pain in his eyes, "I saw the girl being held on his shoulder, I thought he was just taking the girl out for a walk, but he didn't mean to turn back...... I followed him for a long time and I found him to be a disgusting guy. ”

"While he was defenseless, I shot him in the thigh and then in the waist. Ning Yi held the twelve stone swords, gritted his teeth and said, "He saved my life, so I spared his life." ”

"Later, I went to Qingbai City, went to the blacksmith shop as an apprentice, the boss accepted me as an apprentice, only gave me food money, the girl was weak and sick, and her identity was special, I was not good at taking her into the city, I had to be on guard everywhere, I couldn't be discovered, I had to take care of her during the day, and I had to wait until late at night at night to secretly go to the city to work. Ning Yi said lightly: "I only take a salary, do the work of two or three people, but I can only come to the blacksmith shop at night, the first master dislikes my small size, and he gave me a steamed bun after learning this craft, I changed several shops, and in the end no one was willing to accept me...... The following winter, I also survived. ”

"When I got to the back, I figured it out. I still have to send the girl to Tiandu, if I still have to worry about every coming winter......" Ning Yi paused and said softly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill this promise." ”

"Senpai, do you know?"

Ning Yi said this for the second time, and his voice was a little sour.

"One day when I came back in the middle of the night, I saw the girl kneeling in the temple and begging for the Bodhisattva, asking for the gods, she said...... She said that she hoped that her brother would be well, that he would be safe, and that he would be able to live warmer in the future and not let him freeze. ”

"I don't believe in bodhisattvas, and I don't believe in immortals. Ning Yi's voice carried a hint of difficulty, and said, "I have begged countless times, but it is useless, it is useless...... Countless times when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, when countless times when they are on the verge of death, even if there is a kind person, even if there is only one, he is willing to stretch out a hand for free, willing to help me, I will believe that the Bodhisattva is real, and the gods are also real. ”

"However, there is no ......" Ning Yi's voice dimmed, he shook his head and said, "Not one." ”

The sound of the sword weapon approaching was very faint.

"Although a long time has passed, I have never seen the world today......" He said in a soft voice, but very firmly, "but this world is not so dark. ”

"yes. Ning Yi smiled and lifted the clay stone statue behind him, and he said softly: "Later, I met Senior Brother Xu Zang and met those people in Shushan...... This world, in fact, is very cute. ”

"I stayed in Xiaoshuang Mountain for a year and read Mr. Zhao Rui's "Anti-Sutra", and he said that the sword path realm of a sword cultivator depends on what kind of person he is. Ning Yi paused and said: "The sword weapon can cut all the things that stand in the way in the world, but it can only cut a human heart." ”

"Yes. ”

"So I used to ask myself what kind of person I wanted to be......"

"What kind of person do you want to be?"

"I want to be a good person and I want to be an evil person. ”

The sword weapon raised a frown.

"If you are good to me, I will be dozens of times better to him. The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by springs. If someone is willing to buy me a thick coat on a cold day, I am willing to build a building for him in the future. When he said this, Ning Yi's expression did not waver, as if he was talking about a careless thing, and asked softly, "Is this a good person?"

The sword weapon hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Forget it." ”

Ning Yi's tone became cold: "As for those flies and dogs, who carry out intrigues behind their backs, who are uneasy and kind, and who want to put people to death, if it is a certain time, I will pay it back twice, and I will never tolerate it." ”

He knew that this was of course a "wicked person", so he didn't ask.

"I don't care about the reputation of the world, I only care about the people around me doing well. Ning Yi approached with a sword on his back, stared at the mountain road in front of him, slowly descended, and said word by word: "Those rules and regulations are not important. ”

The sword weapon looked at the young man who was carrying him closely, and there was a complicated meaning in his eyes.

This young man has some shadows of his own.

The world kisses me with pain, I don't embrace the world, I am gentle.

Grace to grace, revenge to revenge, grace to grace, revenge to revenge.

That's the truth...... Is that right?

Right, isn't it?

There is no right or wrong.

But sometimes, some extreme choices will lead people to the extreme road and never turn back.

The consciousness of the sword weapon was in a trance, and it seemed that he thought of something distant and unbearable.

He frowned, feeling a hint of mental pain.

On his body, the skin began to be clay again, and Ning Yi's divinity could not last long after the end of the war, and now the situation began to deteriorate again.

He didn't have much time left.

The sword weapon is close to thoughtfulness.

......

......

Walked a distance.

A faint voice came from behind him.

"Ning Yi...... Stop. ”

The young man stopped suddenly, and the sound of the sword weapon behind him seemed to carry a trace of pain, and he gently placed the clay stone statue on the ground.

The twelve stone swords in his hand have begun to fall into the dust.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

This is a sign that the mind is about to collapse.

"Senior ......" He was a little anxious, and glanced back at the stone road under the mountain, the mountain road in Qingshan is very long, the mountain is majestic, and it is not easy to carry the sword weapon near the clay sculpture on his back, even if he is faster, it is likely that he will not be able to meet the water moon of the academy.

"It doesn't matter. ”

The sword weapon waved his hand closely, and most of his remaining hand was also covered by clay sculptures.

"The rules of the academy stand there, after today's battle, there is no me in the White Deer Cave...... It doesn't matter. ”

The sword weapon chuckled softly.

"Ning Yi. He said seriously, "I want to ask you a word." ”

Ning Yi was a little confused.

"What if one day you walk according to what you believe in, and at the end you find yourself wrong...... What to do?"

Ning Yi frowned and said, "If it's wrong...... Then you will have to pay for your mistakes. ”

"There are some costs that you can't afford. The sword weapon said calmly: "You bow your head." ”

Ning Yi did not refute, but obediently lowered his head.

The sword weapon nearly flexed a finger and lightly tapped it on Ning Yi's forehead.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

The "young man" in front of him, the clay stone chips covering his body, spread at an extremely fast speed, and finally turned into a clay statue, and then the sword qi in his body trembled-

From the inside out, a whole clay statue was shattered, and the stone was broken everywhere.

Ning Yi stood in a daze.

Above his own heart lake, a young sword cultivator who maintained the "finger pointing movement" slowly withdrew that finger, erected it in front of his chest, put his other hand on his knee, and sat high on top of the three-mouth sword.

His eyes were closed, and the aura in his body had been extinguished.

The divinity is not enough, but the divine thought endures.

The "hidden sword" method of the big sword cultivation is the same as the girl's "treasure of the sword", and the mustard seeds are heaven and earth.

The sound of the sword weapon approaching echoed between Ning Yi's heart lake.

"There's a long way to go, and there's nothing you can do if the world is uneven...... Remember. ”

"The sword qi is still there. ”