【Collection】

In the south of the Yangtze River, under the hazy smoke and rain, in the verdant bamboo forest.

The sound of the piano began, and the white clothes stroked the piano in the light gauze tent.

On the bamboo leaves, raindrops slipped and soaked the winding gravel path.

A Tsing Yi came with a negative hand.

The bamboo leaves sway, and the symphony is loud.

Tsing Yi stopped, staring at the bamboo house, the white clothes were hazy.

Abruptly, the cold wind rises, and the bamboo leaves dance in the air.

Scold!

The cold light is cold, and the black clothes appear at a glance, and they take the green clothes directly.

Tsing Yi twisted the leaves and bent his fingers.

Zhu Ye Rui, black clothes fell to the ground and died.

In a few moments, seven black clothes suddenly appeared, besieging Tsing Yi in the center.

The sound of the piano is bleak and solemn, like the galloping of Jin Ge's iron horse, and the sound of killing is everywhere.

The black clothes held the sword up, and the green clothes rose from the ground, soaring into the sky, stepping on the bamboo tip, like a monarch overlooking all beings.

Zheng!

The sound of the piano is like a lute!

Kiss!

Raindrops slip down on bamboo leaves.

Bite!

The seven black clothes were like eagles striking the sky, and the tips of the swords pierced the raindrops.

Tsing Yi picked off seven bamboo leaves and floated them in front of him, popping them out in turn like plucking the strings.

Ding Ding Ding

With seven crisp sounds, Tsing Yi fell on the bamboo house, and his fingers trembled slightly.

The seven black clothes fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, and the sword in his hand sank into the ground a little. The head was slightly lowered and raised at the same time, and the sharp eyes were like sharp swords piercing Tsing Yi, and the killing intent was even stronger!

"Sword up" Tsing Yi shouted softly, his left hand behind him, and his right hand raised in front of him.

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The wind rose, and the bamboo leaves swept into the air.

Then, the bamboo leaves were crumpled together and turned into a cyan long sword.

The seven black-clothed bodies are tight, like facing a great enemy!

"Sword Fall!" Tsing Yi raised his right hand and flipped it down, and then pressed it virtually!

Scold!

The cyan sword rolled up the bamboo leaves and stabbed the black clothes.

The seven black-clothed men greeted them with swords and struck together.

Rumble!

The sword qi rippled, cutting the bamboo body. The bamboo body fell and buried the black clothes.

Tsing Yi's body trembled slightly, jumped up on the bamboo house, and shouted loudly: "The sword rises, the sword falls, and the sword surging"

Seven cyan swords appeared one after another, stirring up a storm and tearing apart the seven black clothes.

Tsing Yi fell to the ground, staring at the bamboo house, light yarn danced in the wind, drowning the white clothes.

"Who are you?" Tsing Yi asked, with a little indifference, a little weakness, and a trace of inexplicable feelings that could not be detected.

The white clothes were silent, and the sound of the piano dissipated.

"Who are you?" Tsing Yi asked again, his tone a little heavier.

After a while, Bai Yi asked rhetorically, and his voice was like heaven: "Where is the sword in your hand?" ”

Tsing Yi's body trembled, and a vicious aura soared into the sky.

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The sound of the piano is like a dingdong spring that washes the heart. The evil spirit is dissipated into the invisible.

"Who the hell are you?" Tsing Yi asked for the third time, with a little anger.

"Sword, in the heart?" Bai Yi asked rhetorically.

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Tsing Yi vomited blood from his mouth, staggered back and knelt on one knee, sluggish.

"How do you know?" Tsing Yi asked miserably.

"Abandon the sword outside, accept the sword in the heart! But that supreme sword? Bai Yi asked rhetorically for the third time.

Tsing Yi laughed miserably, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth: "Once, I thought that having a sword in my hand was the way of the sword, but one day, I realized in my heart that having a sword in my heart was the supreme way of the sword." On that day, I buried my sword in the Netherworld, but I embarked on a road of no return! ”

"You ask me: Where is the sword in your hand? Not in the Netherworld, only in my hazy memory. You ask me, the sword, can it be in the heart? The sword, not in the heart. The moment I buried the sword, I was driven out of the sword, and I was not worthy of the sword in my heart" Tsing Yi is like a madman, two lines of blood and tears: "In this world, the supreme sword is a fallacy, Ha Lu Ha"

When the piano fell, the white clothes sighed: "Have you ever regretted it?" ”

Tsing Yi stubbornly shook his head: "No regrets!" ”

"Do you really regret it?" Bai Yi's tone was slightly harsh.

"I really don't regret it!" Tsing Yi's eyes were blood-red, and his voice was like thunder.

Bai Yi sighed, as if helpless, as if speechless, with a little sadness.

"Have you ever heard the cry of the weeping when you buried the sword?" Bai Yi asked.

Tsing Yi's body trembled, his blood-red eyes stared at the sky, and the drizzle fell on his face, splashing a touch of desolation.

"Master, Bai'er can no longer be by your side, and will pray for you under the netherworld!"

"Master, don't read Bai'er when the sword dances"

"Master, don't be stumped when Hongchen asks, be free and easy"

"Master, if someone asks you whether you regret it or not, you must go forward bravely"

"Master, Bai'er will miss you"

"The Master"

"Ah" Tsing Yi looked up to the sky and roared, and the tyrannical air blew away the bamboo leaves everywhere.

The mournful piano sound in the light gauze tent drifted away, and the white clothes whispered.

Don't think, don't think, don't know!

In front of people, behind people, people are confused!

"You are" Tsing Yi shed blood and tears, and the excitement was inexplicable.

Bai Yi sighed lightly, hugged the qin and turned to leave.

"Bai'er" Tsing Yi shouted, frantically rushing into the bamboo house. The light yarn wrapped around his body, and Tsing Yi roared and tore it apart madly.

"Bai'er" light yarn fell to the ground, and Tsing Yi stared at the white back walking on the top of the mountain, crying and roaring.

Tsing Yi runs!

Standing on the top of the mountain, the white clothes turned to gaze.

"Bai'er, do you dare to let me look at you?" The tiger in Tsing Yi was bleeding like electricity, but he only saw a hazy rain of smoke.

Tsing Yi rushed to the top of the mountain, and the white clothes were hazy and gradually dissipated. Tsing Yi rushed straight up, and the white clothes turned into points of light and drifted away with the wind, leaving only the mottled guqin.

"Bai'er" Tsing Yi hugged the piano, knelt on the ground and roared, and two lines of blood and tears slipped down.

"I regret it," Tsing Yi yelled madly, hugging the mottled guqin.

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The mottled guqin trembled lightly, and the sound of the piano curled up, like a clear spring washing the heart, and Tsing Yi, who was in a frenzy, gradually calmed down.

"Bai'er, I will bury you with my own hands that day, pro-Japan, I will bury myself with my own hands!" Tsing Yi got up, stared at the void a little, looked at the mottled guqin in his arms, and jumped down with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth!

"Bai'er" roared angrily and wandered the mountains

"Bai'er" Nirvana, who was lying on the bed, roared angrily, and sat up suddenly, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Wiping the cold beads of sweat from his face with his hands, Nirvana quietly stepped out of bed, walked to the window, and stared at the dark night sky dotted with stars.

"Bai'er" Nirvana whispered softly, and the lonely white clothes under the hazy smoke and rain came to his mind. A piercing pain wound around my heart.

Remorse or not?

"Who are you?" Nirvana asked in a low voice, but no one answered.

Taking out a pen and a notebook from the drawer, Nirvana opened a blank page and wrote a few words: Lonely White Clothes, Crazy Tsing Yi, Killing Black Clothes, Mottled Guqin, Bamboo House, Bamboo Forest, Swordsman Abandons Sword to Find the Way of the Sword!

At the end, Nirvana wrote down two words with difficulty: Bai'er!

After that, Nirvana hastily sketched a slender outline with a pen: the lonely white clothes stood on the top of the mountain and stared back, but his face was covered by the light veil, and he couldn't see the appearance clearly!

"Baiyi, has Bai'er ever had a past life and this life, and a reincarnation of fate? If so, where are you? If not, then why is the dream so real, and why is there a heart-rending pain in my heart? ”

Nirvana stared out the window, his back was lonely, as if overlapping with Tsing Yi holding a mottled guqin!