A sword slashed across my left arm, and my senses numbed in pain, recalling many things over and over again.

He pretends to be a very elegant old man with an iron folding fan every day, but in fact he says a bunch of vulgar words behind his back every day. Uncle Feiyang, who has always been regarded as my idol, broke my sword with a sword finger on that rainy day. Suddenly a little reluctant to be in the days of Evergreen Gate.

Why am I reluctant?

I remember the two people who were often punished for me, and each time the master always shook his head in pain, and then tolerated us again and again. I remembered that every time the senior brother stuffed me with a sugar gourd after drinking, it was Luo Xin waiting in front of the mountain gate every day.

Senior brother knew that Luo Xin didn't like him, but I didn't want to brush the sincere liking in his pupils. So I still go back every day, and I give the sugar gourd to Luo Xin irrationally, but I lie on the roof, pretending to take a nap under the hat, and secretly look at her.

I smiled bitterly, I was still thinking about this at this time, and it seemed that what Wuji said was not unreasonable.

A terrible thought crossed my mind: I'm going to die. Before I could return to reality, a broken sword cut me in the shoulder again, and I was hit by a knee in my abdomen, and the wound on my waist hurt so much that it was about to tear open.

When he reacted, he had been beaten to the outside of the post station. The sky outside turned red, blood staining my shattered sky.

Unsullied quickly caught up with me, followed by a sword piercing my right arm, a scornful gesture across the corner of my mouth.

As if in return to the color, I don't remember when I smiled contemptuously at him. I just remember the gentle smile that the elder brother taught me. It was as if this time was called hypocrisy by Innocent and Luo Xin, but at this critical juncture, I remembered more. It flew in front of my eyes like a marquee.

The moment the Innocent peeled away from my body, the sword I handed him was as sharp as the dull sensation that pierced my body. Unsullied never defeated me, he was strong, but he was always a part of me.

If I were still conscious, I would like to smile at him. I didn't protect him, and I abandoned him even though he was dependent on me. He struggled all day long under the bullying of the senior disciples of the sect, until I said to him, "Take up the sword and knock me down." ”

There was confusion in his eyes, more of relief.

Undoubtedly defeated, I am ready to kill him, and return everything that belongs to me and to his rightful owner. But my sword was shattered, a sword of which I was proud.

I looked at him who had escaped death, and his face suddenly reflected a different brilliance. I didn't notice it too much, I was just wondering, which one does he hate more between me and Feiyang?

I bent down to pick up a severed sword and whispered to him, "Remember, defeat me." "I don't expect any answer.

"Hmm. There was a look on his face that I didn't have, and I smiled indifferently and walked away, and maybe at that time, I foresaw the end.

The next day, Feiyang took me to the old man and asked him to take me. Since then, I have ceased to be his disciple.

I remember that on the day I first met Senior Brother and I, I was tricked by him into going down the mountain to drink, and then the disciples who entered the mountain gate one after another were abducted by me and him to drink. I remember the first thing he said to me:

"Yichen, the master asked me to take you down the mountain to buy vegetables and incense candles. "Tricked me down the mountain in a serious way, and happened to meet Innocent at the tavern. At that time, I was still calling the senior brother's Taoist name, Zhe Pig, and Zhe Pig without being big or small.

He is exactly the same as me, so the senior brother went across the street to buy a pig's knuckle and came back, and sat at the wrong table, in fact, he is also to blame.

We also met Luo Xin here, and Feiyang, to be precise. The sword was unleashed silently, but once again I was easily defeated. I expressed my anger at his sneak attack and taunted him a little. The indifference on his face relieved me a little, and hurt a little.

Feiyang stared at me for a long time, sighed, and pointed at Luo Xin, "This is your master's new apprentice." ”

I could tell in Innocent's eyes how much he liked Luo Xin. Now that I think about it, I suddenly regret that I shouldn't have let him lose face so much. Because I feel the same way now.

I want to say to Innocent: "It doesn't matter, if you don't want to forgive, then you don't have to forgive, if you easily forgive those who hurt you, you may not be able to forgive yourself in the end." But there was only a fishy sweet taste in his mouth, and he couldn't speak.

I don't know if it's physical pain or mental pain.

The sword slashed out of the wound, bringing up a bloody light, and my vision was no longer clear. It's another sword, it doesn't hit the point, and there is always a constant fresh pain, letting me know that I'm still alive.

What was that bulge above his head, a frayed statue of a god. Am I hallucinating, I can't feel the presence of my body, am I already dying?

I looked at a blood-red field of vision, and the only clear broken sword was a move I was familiar with. His right hand should be pinching, and the move in my impression appeared in front of me like a marquee.

The plot of the marquee does not appear, and there is always peace of mind when people die.