The sky was covered in snowflakes and the earth became a white world.

In the past, the emerald green bamboo forest is now snow-capped, an ice coffin is lying there quietly, a beautiful and refined beauty is lying quietly in the coffin, a pair of beautiful jade hands are crossed on the chest, a white dress complements the snow, there are two teenagers standing next to the coffin, I don't know how long it has been, the body has been full of snowflakes, but the young man and the girl are unaware, just stunned to look at the beauty in the ice coffin, that is their dearest, but now they are gone, so hurriedly, so suddenly.

was in his prime, but he was jealous of the sky, and he died in an instant!

She is gone, a generation of medical immortals, saving countless people, but in the end she can't save herself, her merits are unparalleled, but she suddenly passed away.

She left, with regret, with reluctance, and with a thick layer of fog.

She is gone, leaving her relatives with thoughts, sorrows, and endless doubts.

The north wind was howling, and the snowflakes in the sky were already like goose feathers, and the young man gently stroked the coffin made of thousand-year-old Xuanbing, and said lightly to the girl, "Sister Rong, I want to transport my stepmother's coffin back to Wuxian Village, what do you think?"

"Before the master died, she actually expected it, and she said that if the time limit came, you would be responsible for her death." The same faint tone, but there is a sadness that cannot be concealed.

"Okay—"

"Squeak-squeak-squeak-" There was a soft sound, and the Mojia Trap Bird flew towards the location of the Traceless Village, only waiting for the arrival of the [Traceless Guard] in seven days.

patted the snow on his shoulders, gently brushed his scattered hair for Duanmu Rong, took the jade hand and slowly walked out of the bamboo forest, quietly Duanmu Rong leaned on Yan Hong's shoulder, tears slipped quietly from his cheeks, and the tears at this time were bitter.

"I think my mother wants to see you when you're smiling, not when you're crying—"

"Really? ――Can you really see the master in heaven? ”

"Yes, my mother must have seen it, because your smile is beautiful—"

"Zihong—"

"What-"

"From now on, you call me 'Rong'er', okay-"

"Rong'er-. When everything is settled, I want you to be my Rong'er"

"Well, at that time, I will put down my responsibilities and only be your 'Rong'er'."

Time still won't stop, a month later, in the middle of winter, Rong'er left, embarked on a journey back to Jinghu Medical Village, the same as when she came, dressed in white, a purple hosta, but this time the pair of smart eyes were covered with a trace of sadness, this go, and I don't know when we can meet, Yan Hong's hands tightly hold a gold needle on his chest, which is engraved with a beautiful "Rong" word, her hair is fluttering, and her eyes are far away, as if she has seen through each other's hearts [Zihong, don't forget me], [Rong'er, ten years of life and death, not lovesick and unforgettable].

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It's still that valley. It's still cold and windy, but this time there won't be [her] waiting for [him] quietly on the side.

A man, with a heavy sword, stood in the cold wind. Facing the wind, fearless of the cold, silently waiting for the appearance of that trace of qi in the chaotic airflow, the thirty years of pure internal force left to him in the body are surging in the body, now he is not fighting alone, his shoulders carry too many expectations, too many responsibilities, he can't give up, and he won't give up.

Gradually, the heart calmed down, the wind seemed to stop, the qi machine felt the law in the chaos, the hand gradually clenched, but the heart became more and more calm. Suddenly, all the internal force of the body was removed, the clothes were blown up, the long hair danced, success and failure, life and death were at this moment.

"Hum-" This time the heavy sword is not a chop, Yan Hong takes his body as the axis, the heavy sword is stabbed out entirely, and the sound of friction with the air is endless for a long time, "Boom--" The powerful qi machine pierced the wind of the entire valley along that gap, and in an instant, the body method was activated, a white shadow crossed the valley, and the next moment it had reached the other end of the valley, at this moment Yan Hong succeeded, but he knew that if he didn't have the thirty years of Nian Duan's strength to do this, he would need at least three years, and he wouldn't do it so easily, This mother has given too much, too much for him.

On the other side of the valley, Guiguzi waited there with a smile, still so kind.

"It's finished?" A faint voice, a faint question.

"Yes, it worked."

"Good! You have today, Miss Nian is well-intentioned! There was a hint of regret in his voice.

"Yes—the apprentice knows that the apprentice will not live up to his mother's expectations." The voice is soft, but it exudes infinite firmness.

"Have a good rest today, and in seven days, I will pass on your [Hundred Steps Flying Sword] to your teacher"

"Yes—"

Guiguzi turned around and left, Yan Hong looked up at the sky, the blue sky, the white clouds, as if the church had become that beautiful face again, a kind smiling face, a gentle admonition, a qiē is still so clear, the warmth of the past has become an eternal unforgettable beauty, but at this moment, there is a touch of pain that can never be erased. Carrying the sword, he walked slowly, walked through the roads he had walked, walked through the memories of the past, and then treasured everything in a corner of his mind, because Yan Hong knew that he would soon really start to face this chaotic world.

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Seven days later, the sky was still covered with snowflakes, and in the white world, the master and apprentice in white clothes stood opposite each other.

In the master's hand, a wooden sword.

In the hands of the disciples, the Longquan Sword.

In the harsh winter morning, there was silence as if they were still asleep, only the old man with long hair and the handsome and dashing young man on the plain.

"Hiss-" There was a soft sound, and the sword was drawn. The wooden sword dances, one move and one style seems to be traceless, but if there are traces of hidden Tao between them, others must feel disorganized, but Yan Hong understands that if someone steps into Guiguzi's side within ten zhang at this time, they will definitely die on the spot, this is the sword qi, no shadow, invisible, killing people silently, without breath, [Qi Imperial Sword] is the [Heart Sword Realm] in the triple kendo of the sword, and further will be the peerless [A sword separated from the world, see the broken void], But from ancient times to the present, this supreme realm of the sword path has only been reached by the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan of the Human Race. Since then, no one has been able to return to the pinnacle and ascend to the supreme realm of swordsmanship, at this time, Yan Hong looked at a move without a trace, and only the hundred-step flying sword that could be realized really explored the use of the qi machine, and one day in the future, when Yan Hong can really wield the hundred-step flying sword freely, it is the beginning of his entry into the peak of martial arts.

A quarter of an hour later, the twelve-style hundred-step flying sword ended, Yan Hong was still immersed in the mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, falling together, moving and static, one move and one style, sending and receiving freely, swinging at will, the sword moving with the heart, the heart walking at will, with no moves, and no force, this is the essence of the [Hundred Steps Flying Sword].

An hour later, Yan Hong woke up from the meditation, and the moment he opened his eyes, Yan Hong was sharp and restrained, calm as water, and looked like an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, but it was at this moment that Guiguzi smiled, and he smiled very happily, he knew that Yan Hong's cultivation had improved, and as long as the time came, he could enter the [Subtle Realm].

The sword rises, the sword is like flowing water, the body is like the wind, and in the repeated drills, Yan Hong carefully understands the trajectory of the sword.

However, in the year when Yan Hong's swordsmanship was successful, a peerless sword was born, and a crazy plan came into being.

A song, a song, a farewell; A person, a relationship, a country; A sword, a swordsman, a legend through the ages.

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When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask.

People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon walks with people.

It is as bright as a flying mirror, and the green smoke is extinguished.

But seeing that the night came from the sea, Ning knew that Xiang Yun did not.

The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, and Chang'e lives alone with whom.

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients.

If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together.

I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight always shines in the golden bottle.