A ruin

A piece of wreckage

Only a man full of sorrow, and a cat as dark as the night, stepped on this rain-soaked muddy sand, on this ruined land.

Suddenly, Ling Yun stopped, looked up at the rain in the void, and seemed to feel that the corners of his mouth were salty, and he couldn't get rid of it, and he felt that it had always felt like this.

There was only rain in the sky

But everybody knows

And that's not all

Because the rain in the sky, what you see is always only a part.

You don't know how much rain will be after it stops, just like the muddy water on the ground, you can only see the surface, but you can't see the bottom.

After passing by a forest, Lingyun stopped again, because Lingyun's heart was very heavy at the moment, just like walking through a piece of ice, if he didn't come back, he wouldn't see the ice melting, if he walked in the years, if he didn't reminisce, he wouldn't hear it again, who sighed in the years.

But the reality is cruel, as if all the thoughts are scattered into thousands of fragments, in the waterhole of memory, constantly stranded, stretching out a hand, but never fished out all of them, only fragments.

Although I really want to use my magic power to freeze these fleeting images, there is always a faint pebble, rippling the ripples of the waterhole, knocking on the memory.

In an instant, how many past events turned into a never-ending sigh, echoing in this silent ruins.

Suddenly, Mo Yu's call pulled Ling Yun out of reality.

The moment he came back to his senses, Ling Yun took a step, and the whole person walked forward against the ground, and came to the place where Mo Yu was.

Saw

A sword

One hand

Suddenly, Ling Yun knelt directly beside it, his eyes were red, tears were rolling down, and at the same time he picked up the hand holding the sword, and the sword holding the sword, and was silent for a long time.

"Friend"

As soon as the whisper sank, Ling Yun felt that deep in his heart, it was like a thousand knives, extremely uncomfortable, layer by layer of pain, accompanied by the sword fight with Dongyang Sword Monarch, overwhelmingly gushing out.

"Ahh

With a burst of applause, Ling Yun suddenly got up, and with a grip of his left hand, the remnant rainbow had already fallen into the palm of his hand, slamming into the ground, and at the same time, behind Ling Yun, there was a monstrous wave.

"If there is an afterlife, I am willing to fight side by side" One after another Sword of Annihilation came out with Ling Yun: "Whether it's a friend or an enemy, I don't care."

"All I care about is that you live" poured a sip of old wine, and only fell to the ground when the wine was completely consumed, which smashed Ling Yun's sadness: "Hatred is like old wine, the stronger it is, the more it makes people's hearts sink willingly."

"Could it be that as the wielder of the Sword of Annihilation, I can't even have the ability to avenge you?"

A sword attacked the front, exploding with a loud sound of shattering the sky and the earth, and then saw a mountain wall, which was split by Ling Yun's sword and fell straight to the sides.

A rhetorical question, a helpless sound, after Ling Yun walked a few steps, he saw a broken arm, a broken foot, a torn body, and a head.

"Friends"

Although Ling Yun and Dongyang Sword Monarch were in contact for a short time, because of a sword fight, Ling Yun's heart left an indelible memory, and he fell in front of Dongyang Sword Monarch's head and gently covered his eyes.

At this moment, a nursery rhyme came from afar, like a sad song played by the wind, always the fluttering sorrow, only the loneliness of the heartless person, the fireworks that the wind could not blow.

A rainstorm washed away the dust, but can only leave this vast sorrow in the heart, if you don't remember, you will never hear anyone's sigh in that year.

There are no unforgettable memories, and even those who are familiar with them have become strangers.

But although the wind is strong, as long as it can't blow away the fire in Lingyun's heart, in this world, sooner or later, it will be extinguished and the prairie will be burned.

For a while, the more he cultivated the truth, the more Ling Yun couldn't see through what was true, and the more he cultivated the sword, the more Ling Yun didn't understand what a sword was.

I'm just going with me

I, only with my sword

I, only seek my truth

I only know what I mean

I, only sink and I fall

What is a sword?

Ling Yun's eyes were even more intense, as if he was about to penetrate the entire heaven and earth, and wanted to ask the sky: "You tell me, what is the sword, what is the Tao, what is the way of heaven, what is humanity, what is the way of the sword......

"You tell me, natural inaction, conform to the destiny of heaven, or go against the fate, step on the sky and ask the sword, whether it is a fairy, or a demon, or a fan, what ......is the rebellion?"

Ling Yun pointed at the sword and asked the sky, and at the same time, behind Ling Yun, a burst of sword qi exploded again, and the infinite power of the sword path surged to the four directions of the world.

"You tell me"

At this moment, Ling Yun asked a third question.

This question is a puzzle for Ling Yunxiu to this day, from gradually understanding to gradually being at a loss.

This question is Ling Yun's reluctance to acquiesce, all the definitions of kendo in the world, but Ling Yun's exploration of his inner thoughts.

"Gurgling Gurgling ......"

Accompanied by bottles of wine, spilling from the corners of Ling Yun's mouth, it was impossible to tell whether he was drinking or treating wine as bitter.

"Stomp Pedal Pedal

Vaguely, Ling Yun saw a figure coming into the air and landing beside him, and then saw that the surrounding environment had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Immediately after, a tree, a lake, and two figures fell between this heaven and earth, as if heaven and earth were the only way.

"Lingyun"

"Where do I seem to have seen you"

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Ling Yun looked at the person in front of him, as if he felt very familiar: "But I can't remember."

"Ahh

A painful headache, with an irresistible trend, overwhelmingly rushed into Ling Yun's mind, Ling Yun almost instinctively stretched out his hand, grabbed a jar of wine, and poured it into his mouth.

"Lingyun, when you have experienced the vicissitudes of life, experienced the changes in people's hearts, and experienced everything you don't want to, but you have already walked the road, you will sigh in the years when you are old......"

"At that time, when you reminisce, you will find that everything is in your hands, the palm represents the past, and the back of the hand represents the future......"

"If you don't want to, the memory of the palm will always be held by protection, if you don't want to, you can't see the palm print, you can't see the past, all you can see is the back of the hand outside, forever and forever ......"

Ling Yun went from struggling to quiet, from quiet to habit, and from habit, gradually turning into gloom......

People's hearts change because of the different ways, those who include the avenue look at the sky and the earth, and those who include the small way look at others and themselves.

"I have always looked at the light in the night, I don't long for the light to come, I just want to be the darkness that the night can't stain, because the light will never come"

"But at this moment, I want to see what is behind the darkness......"

Thinking of this, Ling Yun suddenly grabbed the Remnant Rainbow Sword and stood up, slashed at the lake with a sword, instantly disconnected the lake, and walked from the bottom of the lake, as if he had come to the other shore and saw everything on the other side.

"Boom"

With another sword slash, the great tree in front of him was swallowed up by an incomparable sword aura, and at this time, Ling Yun had already slashed the perfect realm.