Mu Zisu thought for a moment, "Hmm...... Isn't there a sword that is the most beautiful but evil? You see, that black sword of his, too, is beautiful! The power must be strong! That's right! He also likes to hold swords! ”

"Finished?"

Mu Zisu finally realized that something seemed to be wrong, and looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”

Gu Xiuyuan didn't speak, he tore off the painting on the wall, and when Mu Zisu saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, "What are you doing!" Don't touch my sword! ”

Gu Xiuyuan ignored her, took out a picture scroll behind him, unfolded it, brushed the paste, and pasted it on the wall. He nodded with satisfaction, "This is the real thing." He took the painting in Mu Zisu's hand, "You are a fake." ”

Mu Zisu fixed his eyes and looked at it, and the painting on the picture of holding the sword and looking at the flowers - isn't it the master!

She said angrily: "Didn't you show me this painting before!" What else do you say, Master is a lone sword! I said, Senior Brother, have you been brainwashed by my master! He's confused, so don't make a mess?! Hurry up and give me back that picture. I really don't know what you two are thinking every day, why do you want to paint my master as a sword standout! ”

Gu Xiuyuan said: "Zisu, not only did you inquire about his past, but I also inquired. Do you remember what the elders of the Huashan faction said that day? There was once a village infected with a plague-like poison, and in order to prevent the poison from spreading to other villages, he slaughtered all the people in the village. Have you ever wondered if there is any poisoning in it? Isn't it indiscriminate killing? Second, why should someone else's life be handed over to him for judgment? If you are a sword alone, can you do this? ”

Mu Zisu held the fake in her hand and didn't let go, but she suddenly stopped talking, and after a while, she excused Yijian Xilai again: "But you have also seen with your own eyes along the way, he has also sacrificed a lot for the people." He ......"

"Shisu, do you really know him? Do you like the sword you imagined, or the sword itself? ”

With that, Gu Xiuyuan strode away, leaving Mu Zisu alone and standing in place.

She glanced at the fake in her hand, then at the master on the wall, and thought thoughtfully about Gu Xiuyuan's words for a long time.

Mu Zisu thought, if it weren't for the fact that Yijian was in front of Zhuyu, would she really have a different kind of affection for Yijian coming west?

She only realized now that her feelings for Yijian Xilai really didn't seem to be friendship like Gu Xiuyuan, but liking.

But this kind of liking is also hazy and unreal, like a layer of fine yarn, as if only by looking at him through a layer of veil, she will like it. Once the veil was removed, she didn't know if she would ever be the same when she saw the real thing.

There is a saying that the real thing, the ugliest.

Mu Zisu felt that her brain and heart were very messy, she didn't know what was wrong with her, originally she only wanted to show the Eternal Life Palace, and only thought about the sword that no longer existed in the world, leaving only a beautiful legend.

But the appearance of a sword from the west seemed to completely disrupt her.

Mu Zisu looked at the master's painting on the wall, and suddenly felt that the master looked at it like this, and he was also very handsome!!

No, it's very handsome!!

She stretched out her hand in a daze, and gently touched the yellowed scroll, Xiao Xian's face was tied with jade crowns with ink at will, the Taoist robe embroidered with white cranes, and even the cinnabar tear mole next to her eyes was extremely clear. The peerless elegance and delicate brushstrokes spread endlessly on the scroll, like a huge black hole, instantly entangled her in it. She closed her eyes and felt the ink on the paper.