In the end of autumn, it is another sunny day.

On the river, Yan Shisan was still sitting on the light boat, and the light boat slowly swung away.

And in his hand there is a sword, a long sword with thirteen bean pearls in its scabbard!

Seven years ago, with this sword, he was invincible in the world, and now seven years have passed...... He had found the last sword in his swordsmanship.

That sword should have given him strong self-confidence, and that sword would definitely be invincible in the world.

But there was an unspeakable fear in his heart, even if he didn't say it himself, others could see it.

"Are you afraid? What are you afraid of? ”

There was one more person on the boat, silently, without warning.

Yan Shisan didn't turn back, he already recognized the voice......

"I can control the fourteenth sword, but the fifteenth sword ......"

Arbitrarily sighed lightly: "Since it is the sword technique you have realized, why can't you control the fifteenth sword?" ”

Yan Shisan said: "The fifteenth sword is the last sword that I have melted by pouring a body of killing, once this sword is pierced, even I can't stop!" ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Since the fifteenth sword was born for killing, why did you stop?" ”

Yan Shisan was silent, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I don't know, I don't know if this sword should stop." ”

It's because I don't know it, so I'm afraid; He didn't know if the fifteenth sword should exist, and he didn't know if he would be able to recover the fifteenth sword if he stabbed it.

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Cangjie made words, God is frightened and crying, what is so terrible about your sword?" If the sword is unsheathed, it is murder, and if you want to stop, you just need to return it to the sheath! ”

Yan Shisan turned his head slowly, and the confusion in his eyes seemed to have faded a lot.

Arbitrary Dao: "I know a swordsman, he lives only for the sword all his life, and his sword is only for the pursuit of the ultimate, the ultimate of the sword!" ”

Yan Shisan was slightly stunned, and couldn't help asking, "Did he do it?" ”

He suddenly smiled and said: "No, in the end, because he couldn't find an opponent, and his swordsmanship had no place to enter, he had nothing to do and ran away to rebel." ”

Yan Shisan was surprised: "He went to rebel? ”

Arbitrarily smiled and said, "Yes, isn't it interesting?" ”

Yan Shisan suddenly laughed as well...... He laughed louder and louder, laughing a little suddenly, as if he understood something, and a little sarcasm, as if he was laughing at himself.

He thought he was ridiculous compared to the man.

The laughter faded, and Yan Shisan couldn't help but ask, "Did he succeed?" ”

"Neither!" He shook his head arbitrarily, and then said: "He doesn't take human life seriously, whether it's someone else's life or his own life. People like him just want to have an opponent, and in the end they will either die under someone else's sword, or continue to live alone. ”

Yan Shisan sighed: "I finally understand, understand why you don't look down on the third young master." ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "The third young master is nothing remarkable. ”

Yan Shisan smiled: "It's really nothing remarkable. ”

As he spoke, he asked, "He's your friend?" ”

Arbitrarily smiled and said, "I have never had a friend, but I would like to make a friend of such a person." ”

Yan Shisan nodded and said, "Thank you!" ”

"I just don't want you to die by your own sword."

As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared suddenly.

People in the rivers and lakes are inevitably a little competitive, and the sword that represents death has never been seen or imagined; But this sword he believes will not let himself down, and he also believes that he will not be defeated.

If it is dusk, there is an inn outside the maple forest.

This inn has no proprietors, no guests, only one woman, a beautiful woman.

Murong Qiudi looked at him from a distance, she had been watching for a long time, and it wasn't until the person approached that she asked, "You didn't bring Xiao Di over?" ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "I told him to go back to the villa, this battle, he is not suitable to watch." ”

She nodded and asked, "Just tomorrow?" ”

Arbitrarily asked rhetorically: "Xie Xiaofeng will arrive tomorrow?" ”

Murong Qiudi said, "He will definitely arrive tomorrow." ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Then tomorrow!" ”

Murong Qiudi looked at him and said softly, "You should at least have a sword in your hand." ”

"I'm ready." ”

Murong Qiudi said: "But I haven't seen your ......" The voice suddenly stopped, and she had seen a faint figure walking towards this side from afar.

The sound of footsteps "rustling", the figure gradually approached, and the person who came was a crow.

The raven carried the sword case, which has now been untied.

Murong Qiudi asked, "Is this your sword?" ”

"Yes!" Seven years ago, I had someone start casting. ”

The sword box opened, and a scabbard like snow came into view. There are no delicate patterns and treasure inlays, as clean as white jade, and they reach out at will to hold the scabbard, which is lubricated and soft in their hands.

There was a "choking" sound, accompanied by an empty groan, and the sword had been pulled out by him!

The sword is three feet long, and when you look at the dark light of the sword body, it seems that there is no luster; But if you look at it twice, you will feel that the sword is sharp, and Jin Rui's aura is faintly pressing, which is imminent, and it seems that it is difficult to even open your eyes.

Murong Qiudi naturally saw this peerless sword, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of sword is this?" ”

Fade out a finger at will, and suddenly flick your finger...... The blade of the sword trembled slightly, emitting a graceful and melodious golden sound. The sound of the sword is curling, and it is like a rhyme flying in the ears.

"The sword sounds the piano, so let's call it the string sound sword in the future!"

"Strings?" Murong Qiudi muttered twice, and then asked, "This sword seems to be from the hand of a famous master. ”

He didn't answer anything, his eyes were smiling at the moment, his hand was touching the sword body, and his mood looked exceptionally good.

The crow replied: "There is a poem: A thousand years after the death of Ou Zhizi, the elf secretly gave Zhang Yajiu, and the crow nine cast the sword in Wu Mountain, and the gods borrowed from the sky and the sun. This sword was a descendant of Zhang Yajiu and took five years to cast. ”

Murong Qiudi nodded slightly, his eyes wandered, and when he looked at any time, there was already a trace of struggle in his eyes.

She seemed to be hesitating about something!

……

Forty miles to the west of the maple grove.

Xie Xiaofeng sat alone on the bank of the river, the remnants of autumn destroyed the fallen leaves on the branches, and the fallen leaves floated in the flowing water, he was listening to the sound of falling, he was also listening to the sound of flowing water, and even he was listening to his own breathing.

Xie Xiaofeng has always been not afraid of death, and he has been like this since he was a child.

He learned swords at the age of five, and he could decipher music at the age of six, and he didn't know the meaning of death in his childhood, so he was not afraid! And when he became an adult and knew what death was, he was even less afraid of death.

Because it was always someone else who died, not him.

As long as that sword is still in his hand, then life and death will be in his hands. He was never defeated in his life, and no matter how terrible the swordsman, he died by his sword in the end.

Even if he has become a useless Aji in the past seven years, he has never been afraid, because Xie Xiaofeng knows better than anyone that those people can't kill him, and the sword he gave up can be picked up at any time.

How can a person like this be afraid?

But he was not afraid of death, but he never felt the threat of death, until that day, that person, after that moment appeared, he finally understood what it was to be terrible.

The sword was in his hand, but his heart could not be calmed.

He sat quietly, just waiting for the moment when his mood was stable!