On the top of Huashan Mountain, on the edge of the cliff, the smoke clouds are filled with cold air, and gusts of cold wind are whistling by. The cold moon www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion seems to be within reach, hanging on the top of Huashan Mountain. A purple figure seemed to dance a sword from the huge full moon, and a remnant image was slashed.

"Yes, you've finally touched the edge of kendo." An old man in a white shirt, white hair and white beard gently stroked his long white beard and looked at the handsome man in a purple robe in front of him with satisfaction.

The slender figure faced the cold wind, and the robes were hunting. A sword flower danced, and the ten famous swords represented the noble pure jun into the sheath. The handsome face like jade smiled faintly: "It is the master's teaching that can comprehend the Nine Swords of Loneliness so quickly." ”

Feng Qingyang shook his head lightly, with a smile on his old face: "That's your understanding and bones." ”

Ye Yan smiled and said, "The master also took a fancy to this before accepting me as an apprentice?" ”

Feng Feng Yang nodded: "You are the most suitable candidate for cultivating the Dugu Nine Swords, not only is your talent amazing, but also your swordsmanship is deadly, and your comprehension of 'quasi' is also very thorough." ”

Ye Yan nodded indifferently, and then asked slowly, "Master, the apprentice wants to ask you a question." ”

Feng Qingyang said: "You say." ”

Ye Yan said: "How big is the gap between me and Liu Dieyi?" ”

Feng Qing's white eyebrows lowered slightly, his sleeves were lightly curled, and he pointed to the cave: "Let's go in and talk again." ”

In the dark cave, the wind was clear and his left hand was gently raised, and oil lamps were lit on both sides of the cave.

The night breeze sat on the ground, and under the jump of the oil lamp, they looked at each other.

After a long time, Feng Qingyang said lightly: "Have you ever heard of a sentence? ”

Ye Yan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and said, "Love flowers and become obsessed, and swordsmanship is invincible? ”

Feng Qingyang nodded lightly: "Although the invincible words are serious, but his swordsmanship can't make a move at all with your current skills." ”

Nightshade is shocked! Now that he has touched the way of the sword, is he not the group of Liu Dieyi? He didn't believe it......

Feng Qingyang looked at Ye Qi's changing expression lightly, then got up and picked up a wooden branch in the cave: "You have the strongest sword." ”

Ye Yan first stared at Feng Qingyang in surprise, and then Mingwu nodded, got up, and pulled out Chunjun. The purple qi filled the cave at once, and Chunjun went straight to Feng Qingyang's throat to take it. The wind is clear and gently lifts the wooden branch, seemingly a random block. Chunjun's sword fell, and the night was full of astonishment, and the wooden branch was stopping at his throat......

Ye Yan was stunned on the spot, and he really didn't make a move......

Feng Qingyang put down his right hand lightly, and said indifferently: "The whole world is a swordsman, and now you can't make a move, there are four people besides me and Liu Dieyi." ”

Ye Yan slowly woke up from his shock: "Which four people?" ”

Feng Qingyang's face was indifferent: "Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan." ”

The night was silent, and a look of loss crept up his cheeks. I didn't expect the gap to be so big today. The stronger the martial arts, the greater the gap is found. The harder it is to catch up......

Feng Qingyang looked at Ye Qi's lost expression, his indifferent expression brought a kind smile, and the old man's left hand patted Ye Qi's head: "Boy, don't be discouraged, in less than twenty years, you will definitely catch up with us." Believe me. ”

Ye Yan raised her handsome cheeks, and her beautiful eyes flashed with determination: "Twenty years is too long, I will give myself ten years." ”

"Haha! ......" The cavern burst into a long laugh, and the old voice revealed the arrogance of youth. used to be like this in front of the master......

Since Ye Yan was favored by Feng Qingyang two years ago, he taught Dugu Nine Swords. He stayed in the back mountain of Huashan for more than two years. Now it's time for him to go back. Although Ye Yan has not returned to the Heavenly God Altar for more than two years, he still spends an hour every day to deal with affairs.

The autumn wind rises at night, and this is the last night that the night stays on Mount Hua. He has no intention of self-cultivation. Walking out of the cave, the cold wind is even worse, and the silver moon is even colder. The beautiful eyes were confused, and she looked at the sky for a long time......

For more than two years, he has sent countless transmissions to Si Nian, but he has never replied. Ye Yan regretted it very much, why didn't he make a move in the first place, why was he stunned in the first place...... Every night, Si Nian's last loud laugh, the tears of grief in his eyes, would stab his heart fiercely. He wanted to wipe his throat with his sword to repay his hesitation. However, can it be repaid? He saw Si Nian's heartbreak at that moment, and the ruthlessness in Si Nian's heart. From the moment he fell to the ground in Liu Dieyi, Si Nian no longer recognized him as a brother, and there was no longer him in his heart......

Yeqi really wanted to cry, and wanted to cry happily in Si Nian's arms like she did when she was a child. Cry with all your might...... However, the figure that was always in front of him and was beaten, and endured all the punches and kicks, was far away. The lonely back, lonely under the twilight sunset. With a sense of desperation, he walked towards the end of the sunset...... He doesn't turn around anymore, he doesn't look back. Maybe the next time we meet, he will slowly draw the sword in his sheath......

Two lines of turbid tears slipped out silently, as if the pain of ten thousand swords stabbing the heart made Ye Yan's body tremble. The morning sun showed a soft light, and the silver moon slipped down to the west mountain unconsciously. The wind stopped, and the mist soaked the purple robes. The crimson morning light hit the purple loneliness, tearing the last shred of the night apart.

"Haven't rested all night?" The wind walked out of the cave indifferently and looked at the night with his back to him.

Ye Yan quickly lowered his head and raised his right hand......

Then, he looked back at Feng Qingyang with a smile: "I'm leaving today, I'm reluctant." ”

Feng Qingyang did not reply immediately, and walked forward lightly, standing side by side with Yeqi on the edge of the cliff, his hands and sleeves swollen by the wind.

Feng Qingyang said: "Your heart is very self-reproachful and very sad......"

Nightshade looked sideways at the wind, and he actually found his heart. Ye Yan did not evade, and muttered: "The hesitation back then made me lose a dear brother......

Feng Qingyang said: "He hates you very much? ”

"He hates me very much. ”

Feng Qingyang said: "You also hate yourself? ”

"I hate myself. ”

Feng Qingyang said: "Then give you another chance, will you hesitate?" ”

The night is stunned, give yourself another chance? He was stunned, he regretted it many nights, regretted why he didn't stand up. Just like Zhang San, even if he died, he didn't want to be a bystander, watching Si Nian be tortured.

However, now that Feng Qingyang asked lightly, his own heart could not give a positive answer......

Feng Qingyang sighed: "Masters will be lonely, and they will endure loneliness endlessly." Until the moment of death, everything is put down. ”

Ye Yan didn't know what Feng Qingyang wanted to say, but just listened quietly.

"A master will not have friends, let alone brothers. Friends will eventually abandon you. Brother, we will eventually follow a different path from you. Even if you have the same dream in your heart, you will definitely part at some point on the road. Only a lonely person, a lonely heart, is qualified to pursue the end of martial arts...... The rivers and lakes are very large, and there are many people who pursue kendo. But why are only the six of us reaching the extreme? Yang Guo and Ling Hu Chong are all talents who can hardly be found. But they're still half as good as us. That's because they have love in their hearts...... They have never been able to let go of a woman, their hearts, in addition to the sword, there is a lover more important than the sword. The ultimate of kendo is the sword god and the sword demon. And the gods and demons are all merciless......"

After listening to the words of the breeze, the five flavors in his heart flooded: "Love? ”

Looking into the distance, for a long time, his eyes were fixed, and he smiled softly: "I don't care if I am a god or a demon, at this moment, I just want to kill him......"