The morning sun was shining, and in the bamboo forest, a black figure stood there. It's still a rusty sword.

Silent and silent, drawing the sword to open, splitting, stabbing, teasing, sweeping, intercepting, hanging, collapsing, pointing, wiping, pinching, lifting, cloud, frame, blocking, belting, wearing, chopping, cutting, holding, collecting. One move and one style have been integrated, and the wave and dance run through the sections, without stagnation, and the vitality of heaven and earth will naturally follow the traction of the young man's qi, and the spirit and spirit will gradually fit together, which is the state that should break through the innate realm and reach the [Tianyuan realm].

There was a tendency, and the familiar footsteps came, the young man smiled slightly, put away his sword and stood up, with a gray coat, white hair, and a long sword Wei Zhuang walked slowly.

Two teenagers, two swordsmen, standing opposite each other. The eyes are facing each other.

"Are you leaving today?"

"Yes, I've learned it, this is the rule of the Ghost Valley."

"A year ago, the eldest brother left, and now the second brother is also leaving, and suddenly I found that I seemed to have become a person. Hehe. ”

"Leaving here, there will be no such peaceful days, and there is really a bit of nostalgia!"

"Second brother—"

"What?"

"Will you kill me when we meet again?" The tone was calm, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Maybe—" The tone was a little joking. In fact, it was hesitant.

"Second brother, what you care about most when you break the precept is to make a decision, but you didn't make a decision this time."

"Really? Even I should go. "The sound is still in the ears, and no one can see it.

"Help me take care of the red lotus--" Yan Hong shouted at the empty bamboo forest.

"I will, brother." A brother, a brother, this killer is not too cold.

"Qiang-" This time the sword drawing style is no longer silent, this time the vertical and horizontal sword is no longer ethereal and invisible, the sword is overflowing, the wind is raging, a qiē is not for cultivation, not for martial arts, just for venting, venting the thoughts in the heart, venting the reluctance in the heart, venting the long-hidden blood.

"Zihuan! Your heart is confused, so the moves are also chaotic, and the most decisive and taboo [chaos] of the vertical and horizontal technique. The kind voice of Guiguzi in the ethereal valley came, which instantly calmed Yan Hong's mind, and the bamboo forest returned to calm.

The sword dance resumes, ethereal and traceless, graceful as a swimming dragon, swaying freely, this is Yan Hong, the elegant, calm, and indifferent noble son.

Jian Shu, quietly looked at the green bamboo garden where he had stayed for four years, gently stroked the green bamboo pole, bent down and picked up a bamboo leaf and put it to his mouth, the quiet music sounded, elegant with touch, lingering in the trace of sadness. Melodious, long, endless.

Bamboo leaves fell, the sound of "sand-sand-sand-" came from the bamboo forest, Yan Hong just sat quietly all day, cutting bamboo, looking at the birds flying in the sky, listening to the chirping of cicadas, and carefully experiencing the time spent together by the three of them in the past four years, although there was little laughter, but always inadvertently revealed a faint warmth.

As the sun set, Yan Hong walked out of the bamboo forest, with an extra hole flute in his hand, and the brothers were separated, and Yan Hong danced with the sword in the future. With Xiao as a friend and wine as a companion, it is a unique taste.

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The moon is high, the stars are dotted, and a few fireflies fly by from time to time, adding a touch of agility to the blue night.

The rushing river does not stop for a moment, and the night of the full moon is especially fast, like a wild beast ready to devour a life.

An emaciated figure in the river, holding a giant sword in his hand, stood proudly in the piercing river water, facing the turbulent waves and waving the heavy sword in his hand over and over again, the buoyancy of the river did not give him any help, but made the heavy sword wielding more and more difficult, but the young man didn't seem to be aware of it, just repeated the same action, forgetting his tiredness and forgetting his time. He couldn't remember the first time he stood in the river like this, maybe it was the thousandth time, or the second thousandth, since that day Wei Zhuang left the Ghost Valley, he also left the bamboo forest, a qiē is so reluctant, but even if there is a great reluctance, he has to let go.

After leaving, he chose here, this cold river has been with him since then, just like the river water of Gai Nie helped Gai Nie purify his soul, and now Yan Hong has also chosen here, following the river, looking at the sun and the moon, which can not only evoke those warm memories, but also allow this river to bring the distracting thoughts in his mind into the sea.

It's windy tonight. The moon is very bright, the river is very urgent, Yan Hong has a premonition in his heart that tonight is an opportunity and a test for him.

By the river, on the cliff, an old man is looking up at the starry sky, the stars are moving like a flow of water, many things have changed, the only thing that remains unchanged is the heart, it is a responsibility of the Zongheng family to the world for hundreds of years, Confucianism first has Confucius's [benevolence], then Mencius's [righteousness], and then Xunzi's [evil], the Mo family has changed too much in hundreds of years, only the responsibility of the Guigu has not changed, and Yan Hong, as the most outstanding disciple of the Zongheng family in the past three hundred years, In the future, he will take on the same responsibility.

Tonight, the stars are turning, and the anger is rushing to Beidou, there will be a big chaos in the world, and Yan Hong should also have a catastrophe tonight, [Canglong Nine Turns], for Yan Hong, it is both an opportunity and a challenge, and how to deal with it can only rely on himself.

The clouds gradually gathered, the starlight gradually dimmed, and the water gradually became turbulent, and Yan Hong, wielding a giant sword, clearly felt that tonight would not be as calm as in the past.

Time was still passing, and at the moment when the moonlight was completely hidden in the clouds, the river also exploded!

The original unhurried strength suddenly increased a hundredfold, Yan Hong in the water was instantly submerged by this force, the thin figure is like the dry grass of the Hanhai Sea, there is no longer a trace of stability at all, swaying, sinking and floating has become the main theme of this, nature is always the master of life, Yan Hong really understands the fragility of life at this moment, the power of the green lake is enough to instantly scrub the life of a congenital powerhouse, and now Yan Hong can only barely save his life in the state of endless life during the Tianyuan period, But it is completely impossible to continue to stand in the water, so you can only follow the current and the direction of the wind to struggle to survive in the water little by little.

The moonlight has completely disappeared, and at the moment when the starlight has completely disappeared, Jiang Shui is like a tiger out of the cage, as if it is out of control in an instant, only to hear "boom--"

After a loud bang, the water has overflowed out of the riverbank, the water rises sharply, the wind rises, and the strength increases a thousand times, at this time, Yan Hong is like a speck of dust in the galaxy, completely losing the full strength to control his life, and once again Yan Hong is hovering on the edge of life and death.

At this time, Guiguzi on the cliff has left, for him who is at the peak of martial arts, [Canglong Nine Turns] can only follow the trend and not save it, not deliberately, it is because he jumped out of his life, so Guiguzi saw through the way of heaven, but it is precisely because he saw through the heavens that there are too many things he can't do, can't do, and dare not do, whether he can survive tonight only depends on Yan Hong himself.

In the water, Yan Hong was close to a coma, and his mind flashed through the suffering of his childhood in the Qin State, the deception in the Yan Kingdom, and the ease and ease in the Ghost Valley, [Am I leaving? Start all over again, I didn't expect it to end so quickly], gradually Yan Hong's consciousness began to sink, but those voices that can never be forgotten sounded in the depths of his soul.

"Childe, wake up, you promised the slave family to come back, and the slave family will wait for you for a lifetime."

"Lang Jun, what's wrong with you, are you going to leave now, forget that you want to give me a home, forget our agreement."

"You're different from us, I've known since the moment you entered the Valley of Ghosts—"

"There's nothing wrong with my decision, it's just that I'm not strong enough, and now you're going to be a weakling?"

"Zihong, Zihuan, child, are you going to give up now? Forget the meaning of your name, forget the responsibility on your shoulders—"

"Brother Zihong"

"Brother Zihong"

"Senior Brother Zihong—"

Every sentence is so warm, so familiar, Xie Zhiyun. Ruby. Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Yan Dan, Nian Duan, Red Lotus -- and Duanmu Rong, the most innocent and kind girl in memory.

[Beautiful memories, bonds that can't be abandoned, feelings that can't be forgotten, for all this, I'm going to live, ah---] The most mysterious power in my heart was stimulated again, still seven shining points of light, still the quaint jade scroll, after a dazzling light.

With a loud bang of "――――――boom", the entire river seemed to explode in an instant, and a water dragon rushed out from the center of the river, and the giant sword waved up and down with an unstoppable huge force, and the vitality of heaven and earth gradually had a tendency to be controlled, and the comprehension of control in Yan Hong's heart also spread uncontrollably, and at this time he was only one step away from the subtle realm.

The darkness is over. The clouds and mist gradually dispersed, and a ray of golden morning light sprinkled on Yan Hong's body, and the moment his mood communicated with the Heavenly Dao, an irrepressible sadness surged into his heart, as if he was about to lose something important.

[Mingyuxuan], Guiguzi looked at the north, sighed softly, shook his head, and had a trace of grief on his face.

In Jinghu Medical Village, a quaint carriage has already set off, and a gentle sigh is heard from inside the car.

"Hey—I hope the heavens are giving me a little more time."

"Master, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, let's go—ahem."

[For your sake, I will hold on until——].

Smoke and dust are flying, and the carriage is set off.

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Now that Nong is dead and buried, I don't know when Nong will be mourned?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age.

Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing!