For a foot of snow, silent for a hundred years, the corridor back like a deep well, ringing the original heart to ask, snow-white hair, fluttering pale face, eyes against a sword of ink like lacquer night, a bloody color winding under the sword, flowing with the long song of the years.

In the depths of the Beacon of Mercy Pagoda, far away from the crowds, there is a snow mystery of the Pagoda of Mercy Buried in the Silent Well Floating Corridor, in which a person, a sword, and a love are trapped.

Around the bloody ink sword, there was a cold wind, rolling up layers of heavy snow, in the clear mist, an invisible pressure forced through, in the wind and snow, I saw a person from afar, sitting on the eaves of the porch, riding the half-regular cool moon, full of loneliness.

In my mind, I have long forgotten your face, but I can't forget the scene when the flames burned away your remnants, I only remember the bamboo flowers behind you, blooming like snow, you are wearing a white shirt and flying like snow, like snow, like snow, now, like snow, you are like snow, but you are only cold, and it is gradually eating away at my temperature.......

Cold eyes, scorching breath, a blue and white robe, long hair flowing like snow, and the strange ornamentation on the face hide endless sadness and loneliness.......

"Huh?"

Suddenly, with a deep groan, suddenly, he woke up the person who was licking the pain alone, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "A sword that can devour all things, full of endless adventures and killings, but it contains irreplaceable eternal protection, an unprecedented master, an unprecedented sword!"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the sword beside him, and his mouth was confused: "You vomit red again, what's the matter? Did that person and that sword arouse your interest?"

Slowly raised his hand, gently wiped away the red on the ink sword, his fingertips slashed across the sword body, the skin and flesh were divided in two, and the overflowing blood was mixed with the blood-red iron juice into a poignant ........

In the wind and snow, there seems to be endless pathos, accompanied by two figures, slowly walking, breaking the silence of this lonely world.

"Well, I really didn't expect you to be so beautiful. ”

Cheng Fei has seen a lot of beauties, but looking at the martial arts king Yu Yuxin who was wearing women's clothes next to him, he couldn't help but show a long look of amazement in his eyes.

King Jiwu, who was wearing women's clothes, or she was a jade word at this moment, couldn't help but be annoyed when she heard the words: "If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for breaking my word." ”

"Hah!"

Hearing this, Cheng Fei chuckled lightly, then quickly changed the topic, and said: "Don't forget the agreement between us, this trip is dominated by me, and you can't make a move without permission." ”

"Got it. ”

Yu Ci spoke impatiently: "To be honest, I really want to know why you put forward such a condition and do not hesitate to help me take revenge in exchange." ”

"Because, that man is unharmed. ”

Cheng Fei said in a deep voice: "You have to remember, he is the master I fancie, and he is determined to win, until you clarify all the truth, you had better not conflict with him." ”

"It's just a matter ........of verification, why is there a conflict?

Yu Cixin was slightly stunned, and immediately figured out the key to it, and then said coldly: "Could it be that Yin Wuxian was also one of the people who participated in the siege and killing of the ancestor back then?"

But he was the only one of all those who took part in the siege of King Yadi, and he did not need any guilt. ”

Cheng Fei spoke indifferently, to tell the truth, no matter how amazing King Yadi was at the beginning, he always felt that it was King Yadi who was wrong, and King Jiwu could marry Han Yancui, could he not do it?

Perhaps, the king has the perspective of a king to see the problem, but Cheng Fei is just a tourist from outside the sky, the reason why he wants to unify the Four Devil Realms is only the master combat power of the World Origin and the Four Devil Realms, Yu is not keen on power, and naturally he can't stand in such a high position.......

"That's your position, in your opinion, he doesn't need to feel guilty, but ......."

Yu Cixin couldn't accept Cheng Fei's vague statement, "The enmity of the previous king, the person who killed the broken island naturally has the position that the person who killed the broken island should have, and my position is that he should pay the price for what he did!"

"Huh?"

When Cheng Fei heard this, he couldn't help frowning, but he couldn't help but be alert in his heart, he seemed to have made the same mistakes he had made in the desolate world before, and his self-righteous prophetic prescience brought not only convenience, but also limited his gaze.

However, he had the intention to subdue the deer, so as a last resort, he could only fall in love with the king of Yadi and the sister of the unclothed master Yin, that is, the deer, but because of the grudge between the killing of the broken island and the tower of mercy, he failed to marry the deer, so that the death of the deer was exhausted, and the imaginative has always been secretly in love with the deer, so he will take action to avenge the deer!

Hearing this secret, Rao is Yuxin couldn't help but be silent for a while, although she was the master of the Killing Broken Island, but at the same time, she was also a woman after all.

While speaking, the two of them had already forced to the front of the Silent Well Floating Corridor, and further forward, Cheng Fei suddenly felt a sharp sword intent coming from all sides, and the uninjured martial arts, and his momentum, as if connected with the entire Silent Well Floating Corridor, the wind and snow under the secluded corridor, in Cheng Fei's eyes, don't be a sword illusion!

This feeling of sinking in despair made Cheng Fei couldn't help but be silent, quietly feeling the sword intent of the innocence, and gradually sinking his mind into the final realm built by the unharmed, sorrow, despair, and the slightest trace of the dark soul that could not be sunk.

Although he couldn't understand this kind of behavior, Cheng Fei had to sincerely admire this guy, for a woman who didn't love him, he was so late with his soul.......

"Is it worth it?"

Suddenly, Cheng Fei couldn't help but speak, an extremely indifferent inquiry, scattered in the snow with the wind, blurred, without a trace, coming and going.

Yu Ci glanced at Cheng Fei in surprise, and was amazed at his performance, although he was extremely puzzled, he just stood quietly beside him and did not speak.

In the silent well floating corridor, Yin Wu's heart couldn't help but set off an inexplicable throbbing, this person ....... Can you actually feel the longing of my sword intent?

"What do you think?"

Speaking indifferently, the words drifting away, I don't know if I am asking people, or asking myself: Is it worth it? Can you give me an answer? If you love someone, what is worth it?

"Hah!"

Cheng Fei said indifferently: "In the matter of love, there is never anything worth it or not, only whether you are willing or not." ”

Hearing this, for a moment, Yin Wuxian couldn't help but tremble for it, the thoughts of the past were surging, the dark and desecrated place, the woman in white who came with bamboo flowers.......

At this moment, there is only one thought left in his heart: I am so stupid, I have sunk for you, what is not worth it?

At this moment, Yin Wuxian seems to understand that instead of uprooting the snow-white figure by unscrupulous means, it is better to sink like this, as long as I still remember, then you are existence, if even I forget you, who in the world will remember you, remember the traces of your visit? Even if such a sinking can only make yourself more painful, what can it be? Remembering you is the greatest luck for Yin Wuxian!

"Although, you have brought my pain back to life and made it clearer, I still want to thank you!"

With the stroke of a finger without injury, the final realm around the silent well floating corridor gradually dispersed.

"She is gone, but if you love her, she will live forever in your heart! If she lives in your heart, why should you be sad? Isn't your love for her real?"

Cheng Fei slowly stepped forward, his mouth was indifferent, and his words were scattered in the wind and snow, wanting to wash away the inexplicable sadness in the wind and snow.

Yu Ci was silent, just silently followed behind Cheng Fei, for some reason, hearing Cheng Fei's words made her have a new view of Cheng Fei, a stranger.

"Am I wrong?"

The blurred voice echoed faintly, except for loneliness and sadness, there was nothing left, except for the sword in his hand, the sword was vomiting blood.

Cheng Fei shook his head and said silently: "Wrong, you are wrong, in the world of love, there is never right or wrong, only love and non-love." ”

After the words were finished, the man was on the other side, and the only thing left was the sword, which was about to be unsheathed...........