"How thin the face is, this sentence turns out to be so sad. At this time, Xingfu also sighed and said in a low voice.

"I.... I... Selected. At this time, the drifting bird, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Don't rob me!" Liu Er immediately yelled when she heard this.

"Liu'er.... Senior Sister Liu'er, I chose the sword....." was roared by Liu'er, the drifting bird couldn't help lowering his head, pointing to the 'magic sword' next to him and whispered back.

As soon as he finished speaking, the drifting bird disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, thinking that he was going to the trial.

Seeing this, Liu Er touched her nose in embarrassment, and then asked Feng Mingxue: "This sister, why are all other paintings swords, but this beautiful sister is the one who makes the sword?"

"She is more amazing and brilliant than any sword in the world. Feng Mingxue stared at her sister Yunzhu's appearance, a few traces of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she replied softly.

"What's her name?" Yun Xiaosheng, who was in a state of grief, finally came back to his senses, and then muttered.

"Proud of the bamboo. Feng Mingxue replied.

After hearing this, Xingxu suddenly said, "I'll choose her." ”

"Hmph! Sister Xingxu!" Liu Er listened, glared at her good sister, then thought for a while, then took out the portrait of Chu Baiyi from her arms, looked at it for a long time, and then said: "Forget it, Liu Er has a senior brother in Baiyi, so let it be given to my sister." ”

While the two were talking, Yun Xiaosheng took out a booklet and carefully sketched the portrait and name of Ao Yunzhu on it.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Mingxue asked curiously when she saw this.

Yun Xiaosheng didn't answer, until he finished painting, carefully put away the booklet, and then looked up and replied: "There are many incomparably beautiful things in this world, I want to record them all, and when I become the master of one party, I will pass them on, so that they will live in this world forever!"

After that, Yun Xiaosheng looked at the portrait of Ao Yunzhu seriously, and muttered: "Elves like them are worthy of this beautiful world, and only then are they worthy of .....being alive."

With a gust of wind, the group was teleported to an island in the middle of the lake.

As soon as they looked up, everyone saw the Aoyun bamboo on the previous portrait, which was now vividly appearing in front of them.

She didn't seem to notice that everyone was coming, maybe they were in a different world, or maybe the lively person in front of her was just a shadow of the past.

Seeing Ao Yunzhu quietly looking at the water with her chin pinned, everyone didn't want to disturb her, they all watched with her, no one spoke, and even her breathing was suppressed, for fear that any movement would disturb her world.

....

In another part of Jianming Mountain, a little girl in a pink princess costume is running around chasing a group of small animals, laughing happily as she runs, no one can understand why children can be so simple and happy, because there is nothing more childlike than this.

Next to him, Feng Nameless was playing chess with a man like a fairy.

"Why didn't the seniors save Miss Yunzhu. "A black chess piece slaughters the white chess dragon, think about it, the immortal man holding the white chess must have a thousand atmospheres in his heart at this moment.

"This is her and Aojun Mei's own choice, the way of the swordsman, never needs anyone to interfere. Seeing that the big dragon was in crisis, Feng Wuming did not panic, and dropped a white chess piece unhurriedly.

"Every person, most of the choices are made by the oppressed, and the choices spoken by the predecessors are not the path they really choose, and they are not the path they love. "The Immortal Man's attack became more urgent, as if he wanted to kill the white chess pieces as quickly as possible.

Hearing this, Feng Wuming looked at the man opposite, sighed lightly, and said, "Baiyi, once you wanted to take Ao Yunzhu and Ao Junmei, I allowed you, but they didn't want to go, didn't they choose it themselves?"

"The revenge of killing one's mother! The sorrow of heart death! And you can give up if you say you give up! People live for a lifetime, most of the choices will be regretted, and no one can predict the ending! Although it is said that they will bear whatever they choose, their predecessors can obviously change their ending!" Chu Baiyi shouted angrily, threw the chess pieces on the chessboard, and the whole chess game suddenly seemed like a battlefield, just like his heart at this moment.

Then, Chu Baiyi continued: "I'm sure! When they are coming to the end, they must have other thoughts and other thoughts in their hearts! Why are the seniors unwilling to give them another choice! Nine times out of ten, those who regret the things in the world are because they can't change them, so they accept their fate! But the seniors can obviously change their ending, so why should they accept their fate!"

After speaking, the chessboard was directly broken into two, and the chess pieces were scattered all over the ground.

Feng Wuming looked up at Chu Baiyi and said quietly: "Baiyi, your heart is messed up again." ”

"Why didn't the seniors answer?" Chu Baiyi looked straight at Feng Wuming, as if he had to ask why.

"I have already answered, they are swordsmen, and the path of swordsmen is always free, and no one can interfere!" Feng Nameless swept forward, loaded all the chess pieces, and replied.

"Ha, then if one day Baiyi also goes to a dead end, I hope the seniors don't make a move!" Chu Baiyi laughed, then turned back to the little girl who ran and said, "Lychee, go, go home." ”

"Ahh

"It's boring, don't look at it! I'll take you somewhere else to play. Chu Baiyi replied coldly, flashed, picked up the lychee and disappeared into Jianming Mountain.

"Hey...."Looking at the position where Chu Baiyi disappeared, Feng Wuming sighed again, and then said to himself: "Baiyi, why don't you still understand! Why do you still insist on the so-called 'sincerity!'"

After that, Feng Nameless looked at the scattered clouds in the sky, and continued: "You are always obsessed with this, always looking for what you say, 'the love that you can give your life for!' But isn't Miss Yunzhu dying for this? Why can't you see it again? Or don't you want to see such purity? But why are you always looking for the so-called purity, if you weren't so persistent, you might have become enlightened a long time ago..."

.....

In the Burial Sword Pavilion, among the five Xingfu, except for Liu Er, they have all seen what they want to see and have gotten what they want.

"Help me find it!" At this moment, Liu Er was really busy rummaging through the roster that recorded the sword of death, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find what she liked, so she asked everyone to help her find it.

But what everyone chose for her, she was not satisfied, after all, everyone's choice is generally based on themselves, and there are no two people who are completely compatible in this world, so the result will naturally be like this.

"Found it!" After another half an hour, Liu Er finally found the sword she loved.

What kind of sword did Liu Er find?

It's probably a haze, alone in the rain, without an umbrella, where is she going?

No one knew, so he wrote a sentence in a hazy way with a stroke of his pen.

A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

。 Wonderful Book House