The years are long, time flies, Weizhuang apprenticed to the Guigu Sect, practiced the way to become stronger, and unconsciously spent a year of spring and autumn.

Next to the sword practice platform, Guiguzi stood on a protruding bluestone on the edge of the cliff, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie stood one step behind, looking at the beautiful scenery of the sea of clouds rolling in the sky and the winding rivers on the ground.

"The way of civil and martial arts, one by one. Great ingenuity, wonderful sword moves are born out of ordinary life. Kendo practice is not about blindly practicing hard and sweating. Although the vertical and horizontal kendo adopts the strengths of a hundred schools, it is more close to Taoism, paying attention to the nature of the teacher, and the cultivation of the soul is far more important than the hard practice of the sword moves, and the swordsman who does not have his own mind and soul will only end up mediocre. The spark of whimsical wisdom, the indomitable will, and the swordsmanship of the heart can step into the realm of the grandmaster. Guiguzi slowly told his feelings and truths.

"The red dust washes, and the heart of a child is trained; The way of vertical and horizontal, taste all kinds of life. The two of you are gifted and intelligent, and you are really a rare talent in my Guigu faction for a hundred years, but you are young and ambitious, and your blood is strong, and your temperament is uncertain, and you are inexperienced, and if you don't temper it, it will be difficult to achieve great things in the future. As a teacher, I will now give you three months to go down the mountain to relax, increase your experience in dealing with the world, and smooth your temperament. Pack your bags and head down the mountain. Guiguzi turned around and said amiably.

"No, thank you for Master's teachings, on the days when we are away, I hope Master will take care of his health and feel comfortable." Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie said in unison, wishing Guiguzi good health and good health.

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The memories are scattered, like fish scales that have been scraped by a knife, some of them are still on the body, some of them have fallen into the water, and when the water is stirred, a few pieces will churn and flicker, but there are blood streaks in between. South Korea, a small and weak country with ups and downs, raised him, and Wei Zhuang has complex feelings for it.

Han Wang Ji'an, the master of the fate of millions of people in South Korea, killed his mother and took away his family affection. The world is the most virtuous, the first is filial piety, the enmity of parents, not the same day, in this period when etiquette collapsed and the ranger atmosphere prevailed, Wei Zhuang had a gritty hatred for King Han. But South Korea is a place where you were born and raised, with your own relatives and friends, and there are too many past and memories. This is a sad place, a place that makes Wei Zhuang's heart tingle slightly.

South Korea, the national capital of Sinzheng.

Wei Zhuang stepped into Xinzheng City, which he has lived in for 17 years. Under the black cloak, Wei Zhuang's sharp eyes softened, and he carefully looked at this ancient city that he had never cared about before.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the afterglow of the twilight sunset faintly sprinkles on the blue brick and white walls or the brightly colored pavilion cornices, adding a bit of hazy and poetic to the evening scene of the bustling ancient city in front of you.

Walking slowly on the bluestone-paved avenue, passing the faces of people in front of and behind them, or green, or weather, or fresh, or sophisticated, the chariots, horses and horses, the flow of people is like weaving, not far from the freight yard of the West Market faintly came from the penetrating shouts of the traders, and occasionally there was a long roar of horses, Weizhuang felt as if he was in a colorful picture, and seemed to return to the modern time and space of more than a thousand years in the later generations, lively and noisy, plain and happy community life.

The wine flags and banners fluttering high, the sparkling carriages and horses, the endless flow of pedestrians, and the tranquil and comfortable smiling faces, how lovely they are, and how they don't want it to be destroyed. A piece of paradise here, and a beautiful picture, should not have appeared, a prosperous city and half a city smoke, how many people in the world are drunk and immortal. The prosperity of the moment is nothing but the singing of the lamentation of the troubled times, attracting the destruction of the Jin Ge Iron Horse.

The merchant girl didn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sang Yushu words across the river, Wei Zhuang looked at it, savoring the prosperity and hustle and bustle under the Warring States disputes, and sighed for no reason: Xinzheng, this famous city in the last years of the Warring States Period, the capital of South Korea in Chinese history. Located at a strategic point, it is inevitable to become a place where soldiers must fight, and countless times it has fallen into the battlefield of confrontation between the two armies, the magnificent palace, and the bustling downtown have been reduced to ruins several times, and they have prospered several times. I was in it, but I could only stop and watch it be ravaged by the ruthless cavalry of the Tiger Wolf Qin State like a passerby?

Walking on the streets of the market, feeling the ordinary life of the people, Wei Zhuang suddenly stopped his steps forward, turned to a corner that no one noticed, luck performed light skills, gently jumped up from the ground, landed on the eaves of a shop, raised his head, and looked at a good show that began to be staged over Xinzheng City, a good show worthy of Weizhuang's attention.

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A pitch-black feather fluttered in the wind, floating lightly in the air, floating in the lively market, passing the footsteps of passers-by, dodging the teasing of children, dodging the collision of horse-drawn carriages, bumpy and bumpy, I don't know where it fell.

In the slightly cool evening, a green forest outside Xinzheng City stands on the top of the green trees, and the clear eyes can completely overlook the entire Xinzheng City, the capital of South Korea, is still full of singing and dancing and drunken fans.

The water is like a mirror, and there is a continent on it. A quiet white-clad figure was reflected on the water. The plain clothes fluttered in the breeze, and when I stared at them, there were slight ripples between my eyebrows, and they swayed away little by little, until the waves suddenly rose.

The black feathers fluttered in the wind to the sparkling lake under the flutter of a small white bird, and finally fell silently, landing on the two fingers of a teenager's left hand. The breeze blew, raising the gorgeous feathers on his shoulders, and he stood quietly on the top of the green trees by the stream.

He is a white phoenix, a young young phoenix, the king of birds, clean short hair is not as long as the shoulders, the facial features are delicate, there is a trace of melancholy in the blue and clear eyes, there is a bunch of plain feathers on the right shoulder, two moon-white streamers are flowing, looking at the floating black feather in his hand, he can't help but recall the dialogue buried deep in his memory:

What kind of speed can you take control of your own life?

There is no bird in the world that can fly all the time and never need to land.

When you fly freely, you forget all about it.

Suddenly, a pitch-black figure swept over Bai Feng's head, bringing up a trace of fresh wind, bringing up the black feathers between Bai Feng's fingers, like a Dapeng bird with wings soaring into the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, cutting off the red sunset, and the rolling fire clouds passed by him, just like the mail clouds, riding the wind for thousands of miles.

"You're too slow." The sound came from far and near, and an ink-colored figure appeared in the sky, such a speed was really amazing. "I'm waiting for you, I'm afraid you'll lose too badly." With a slightly green face, short hair that has not yet fallen off his shoulders, Bai Feng's toes lightly touched the green branches, and quickly followed, flying into the blue sky.

Falling freely, swooping down into the deep valley of the cliff, churning in the air for several weeks, from a distance, they are simply two eagles, chasing each other and playing, countless people yearn for the sky, but they are afraid, if you want to conquer the sky, you need not a pair of wings, but a dream to fly.

The two of them fell slowly, facing the gradually falling sunset, and gently landed on the treetops, seemingly not at all worried that the fragile branches would not be able to bear their weight and fall.

"Every time you go on a mission, you're going to be very sentimental." A pitch-black black crow spoke.

"Don't you think it's cruel to take other people's lives into your own hands and end them with your own hands?" Bai Feng's heart is not as hard and cold as his identity, not as hard and cold as a killer.

"I try not to think about it, I think too much about it, and I'm a little cruel to myself. The important thing is that the dead have been liberated, and only the living can appreciate it. Mo Crow clasped his hands on his shoulders and said indifferently. He has learned to face the reality that the only thing that a living person needs to think about is how to make his life better.

"Chirp" a majestic falcon gradually came from afar, a white bird, became his prey, under the sharp steel claws, the little guy did not give up, but struggled, trying to escape, save his life.

"It's the General's favorite falcon, chasing its prey." Raising his head slightly, it was not the first time that Mo Crow had seen this eagle, but somehow, at this dusk today, looking at it, Mo Crow felt a little irritable.

He wanted to save the bird, and the three wisps of swaying tail feathers touched not only his eyes, but also his heartstrings.

"Actually, we are also the general's falcons, and we are constantly doing the same thing." Bai Feng looked at the ink crow and said the words that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"Maybe sometimes, we can do something different once in a while." The crow continued.

"Oh?" Bai Feng was very strange, because at that moment, he saw a soft expression in Mo Crow's eyes, and a big question mark couldn't help but appear in his heart.

Ink Crow smiled and said, "Let's make a bet and save the bird, and at the same time not hurt the falcon, the winner is the winner, and the loser has to do one thing for the winner." ”

Bai Feng asked with a little curiosity, "What's the matter?" ”

"If I win, you'll know." The corner of the ink crow's mouth smiled slightly, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and took the lead in rushing out, leaving an afterimage......

"Unfortunately, you're going to lose." With a hint of a smile on his lips, Bai Feng rushed to catch up.

The white bird flew above the city, high and low, turning sharply and stopping, evading the pursuit of the falcon. The falcon's sharp gaze stared closely at the fleeing birds, and the ink crow and the white phoenix followed closely behind, flying through the eaves and walls, passing through the pavilions and houses, sometimes running quickly on the bluestone road in the downtown area, sometimes galloping on the green tiles.

A flying kite blocked the bird's path, and the falcon's steel claws grabbed it fiercely, and the bird dodged dangerously. Bai Feng flew quickly, his toes were a little on the kite, he rushed out with his strength, and reached out to grab the bird, but he caught it empty. The crow came from behind and snatched the bird from the falcon's claws and held it in his hand.

The two of them landed lightly on the roof beam, and the crow let go of his palm, looked at the bird in his palm and said, "It's hurt." ”

Bai Feng stretched out his hands, carefully held the bird, and gently stroked its white feathers.

"Looks like it likes you more." The ink crow sat on the edge of the cornice, and said lightly.

"You're a crow, and the smell of death is too strong."

"Being able to save a life really makes you feel more relaxed."

"Are you repenting for killing too much?"

"I don't need to repent, in such troubled times, life is inherently cheap." Mo Crow looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street and said coldly.

"If you work hard, perhaps, life will be more tenacious than you think." Bai Feng bandaged the bird's wound, and the bird fluttered in Bai Feng's hands.

A drunken man staggered on the street, shaking three times in one step, Mo Crow looked at this scene, his right hand was on his knee, and his face was a little sad: "Some lives pass slowly in the chaos, and some lives are taken away in an instant." We are in control of other people's lives, but we don't know if we can control our own destiny. ”

"Can't control your own destiny?" Bai Feng still stroked the bird gently and muttered.

Shaking his head slightly, Mo Crow looked at the little bird in Bai Feng's hand flapping its wings and struggling, wanting to fly into the sky, and said self-deprecatingly: "If one day, if I am in its position and killed by a falcon, I will not expect someone to save me." If I want to live, I have to rely on myself, fast enough.

"How fast do you have to be to take control of your life?" Bai Feng asked confusedly.

"It has to be fast, beyond the passage of life." Mo Crow's eyes were unwavering and full of affirmation.

"Whoa", the white bird tried hard many times, and finally broke away from the palm of Bai Feng's hand, spread its light wings, and flew to the golden sky reflected by the setting sun.

The crow and the white phoenix quietly looked at the white bird, watching it fly away into the distant sky.