"I, cut off my sword heart. Mo Li said this sentence flatly, as if it didn't matter.

Reed Shu gasped, "It's okay, it's okay." Luo Xin pulled the reed technique strangely: "Uncle Wei, is the sword heart important?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't. ”

"It's okay, it's okay to tell them, after all, it's also the descendant of the Sword Immortal. Mo Li's eyes were as soft as water, not as sharp as before.

"The most important thing for a swordsman is the sword heart, without the sword heart, no matter how skilled your sword moves are, you can't get into the doorway. In short, it means that Sister Mo wants to re-cultivate her sword and re-confirm her sword. After Wei Shu finished speaking, his face was calm, and Yi Chen suddenly remembered that he was already a facial paralysis, and when he looked back at Luo Xin, his face was also expressionless. Yi Chen could sense the sadness deliberately concealed in his words.

"Actually, it's nothing, I'm not a sword immortal, I don't care about the sword heart. Mo Li smiled lightly, took out the saber and sealed it, thought about it, and threw it to the chopstick.

"Kid, didn't you blame me for being biased last time?"

"Beautiful sister, give me a smile, it doesn't matter if you're partial or not. ”

Mo Li snorted, "You can't see it when I laugh." After saying that, I felt a little inappropriate, and I regretted it a little.

"It's okay, I heard you laugh. He smiled as always. In the past, Yi Chen classified this as a smirk, but this time, Yi Chen didn't want to scold him, and even felt a little moved. Suddenly thinking that his left hand couldn't make a sword, Yi Chen looked at his hand, and inexplicably felt the urge to chop it off.

"Hey, the shadow I cut off for you is still in that peach blossom garden, if you have a chance in the future, you can go and get it back." My Kenshin is dead inside. ”

......

Jue and Mo Xue muttered quietly while carving the dragon vein teleportation pattern.

"Is the eldest sister's head broken, so abnormal. ”

"Why, if my sister becomes gentle, you won't be able to see it. Mo Xue was obviously not satisfied with Jue's reaction, and a jade knife struck on Jue's knuckles.

"Hizz~, I'll tell you seriously, the eldest sister is just different from before. ”

"That's right, but isn't it a good thing to have a better temper?"

"That's right, but it's better if you have to be gentle. ”

"Underblown!" Mo Xue slapped over with a jade knife, flashed sideways, and the jade knife slashed, cutting off a large piece of formation. "You mess with me, carve it yourself. After saying that, he jumped and walked to the post station, leaving Jue alone on the top of the mountain to wail.

"Senior sister, let me tell you, you still have to be kind!"

"Not kind. ”

"Hey, I'll go back and tell the eldest sister about your black state!

"Who do you think will go back first, cut. ”

"Don't, I really want to go, I can't finish carving alone. ”

......

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey?"

......

Mo Li poured all the residual tea out of the window, but his gaze couldn't be retracted. She saw a man walking with a sword, a man who could not tell his age, and she could not see his appearance clearly, as if his face seemed to be covered by shadows.

She had the impression that no one had ever remembered the face of such a person, but what was unforgettable was the figure of this kind of person, and this person had a feeling of being left behind no matter where he was. His hair was just tied up casually, giving the illusion that he had a high crown on top of his head. There was a very high-spirited sword aura, but there was a dead aura like ashes all over his body.

Mo Li looked back at Yi Chen, who was still fiddling with his short sword, wiping it over and over again. Wei Shu stepped forward and looked at Mo Li with an inquiring gaze, and Mo Li opened his mouth to say two words.

"Demons. ”

The man walked to the door and knocked on the non-existent door out of thin air, making a crisp knocking sound. Yi Chen raised his head and looked at him.

"I am innocent. ”

Exactly the same eyes, the same face, the same hair and posture. He beckoned the broken sword in his hand, and the texture of the material was the same as that of Yi Chen's short sword. Yi Chen held the short sword in his right hand and made a casual move. "Come on, I know you've been waiting for a long time. ”

The man looked sarcastically at Yi Chen's right hand holding the sword, "You're too weak now, let's learn how to wield the sword first." ”

Yi Chen stretched out his fingers to flick the short sword, striking a rhythmic humming sound.

Innocent recalled many things in this humming sound, far back to the time when Yi Chen had not believed in fate.

The tips of the two swords touched in the roaring wind and rain, and in an instant, Yi Chen's sword advanced forward, and the long sword in Wuji's hand was shattered in an instant, this sword was wrapped in sword qi until the hilt, stabbing his hand holding the sword, a thunder illuminated half of the sky, and the sword qi on Yi Chen's sword suddenly bloomed, except for Wuzhi, no one felt it, it was like coming from the snowy mountain, the coldness accumulated for years.

When Yi Chen's sword was about to pierce his chest, it was Feiyang's sword that saved him, and Uncle Feiyang's sword broke Yi Chen's sword. Yi Chen looked at Feiyang in a daze for a long time, took away a broken sword, and since then he has been in a state of slump, refusing to work hard. As for the sword, it was the predecessor of this short sword.

"I'm a part of you, the best part, Yichen, that's what fate is called. Innocent pulled away from the memories and looked at Yi Chen and sneered. Yi Chen switched the sword to his left hand, and with a sword, he slashed the unstained hair.

"You're the part I want to give up the most, because this sword heart didn't belong to me at the time, but now I'm going to get it back. Yi Chen stabbed casually with his left hand and picked up the broken sword wrapped in unsullied slabs.

Reed Shu looked at Yi Chen, and turned his head to look at Mo Li. "It's his own choice, but his left hand, which he has just learned to wield a sword, doesn't seem to be of much use. ”

"Sister, are we going to watch Yichen die at the hands of this person?"

Mo Li shook his head: "This is his own way, no matter who dies, it is the birth of a sword immortal." "However, I don't want any of my friends to die," said excitedly. ”

Yi Chen looked at Wei Shu's expressionless paralyzed face, and wanted to laugh and cry a little. It turns out that he is also a friend of the reed. Wuzhi pointed at the sword in his left hand, and held the broken sword horizontally in his right hand, "Yi Chen, you still like to be sentimental, and you repeatedly use the sword with emotions, which is why I am stronger than you." ”

Mo Li didn't look at the reed technique, but said coldly: "There is nothing to do, his own way has to go by himself." In a sense, this child is the demon of the innocent heart. Mo Li's eyes were already red, and his tone was still very tough.

Yi Chen held the sword in his left hand, pinched the sword trick in his right hand, his figure was erratic, and he exchanged fencing with him, Yi Chen's head was blank, and he didn't remember how to draw the sword at all. A tearing pain brought him to his senses, and Wuji sneered behind him: "Are you pitying me? Pity for the enemy is the greatest cruelty of oneself." ”

Yi Chen knelt on one knee, looking at the wound that rolled up on his waist, the pain was constantly amplified, and finally couldn't help but turn into a moan. He wanted to go over but was stopped by Reed, "Let's listen to Sister Mo." He didn't pay attention to the reeds, but called out to the innocent excitedly.

"Innocent, you still can't learn to forgive those who hurt you! don't you think it's because of them that you are strong today?"

Hearing this, he sneered and said: "I never want to forgive those people, I will never forget the harm they have done me! I will not thank them, without their harm, I would still be as strong as this, or, I would have been stronger!"

Yi Chen stood up in pain, "Enough, senior brother, Wujian is right, there is nothing more difficult than death than forgiveness." ”

Yi Chen switched the sword to his left hand, and his eyes became red from the pain.

"Well, then, wash away your shame. ”