In the distance is the endless sky and wilderness, in and out, a wide, turbulent river, memory in an instant, appeared here, and here, there are three people.

Gou Jian, Fan Li, and Xi Shi who stood by the river.

"King, please, King, this time to destroy Wu, Xi Shi is indispensable......."

Fan Li knelt on the ground, constantly begging for mercy, and Gou Jian's eyes were always full of fierceness, and he laughed.

"The merit of the death of Wu, when Xi Shi is also a subordinate of the husband, indulges in beauty, ignores political affairs, and is in trouble, and now the Yue country is prosperous, to blame, you can only blame this day, giving you such a look, Fan Li, you are a meritorious person, how can you lose your righteousness because of this little love for children......."

Xi Shi never left Fan Li's eyes from beginning to end, her eyes were once full of hope, and Fan Li, got up, he didn't continue to beg for mercy, Xi Shi laughed, with tears in his eyes.

Fan Li seems to have read it, Gou Jian's thoughts at this time, he didn't dare to say more, if he said more, his fate might be to sink into the river with Xi Shi.

Xi Shi smiled slightly, she was still looking at Fan Li, the hope in her eyes had been lost, she gently took out Ou Yezi, the sword she had built for her, the beauty, and bowed slightly.

With a gesture, all men in the world can be tempted by it, and Gou Jian once fell into a daze.

"King, finally, can you allow Xi Shi to dance the sword for the last time."

Gou Jian allowed it, turned around, and didn't look at it anymore, but asked Fan Li, after dealing with it, to return to the army.

I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and said so clearly, but secretly, it was to test Fan Li, if Fan Li released Xi Shi, then after going back, the end would be the same.

Fan Li sat quietly on the ground, looking at Xi Shi intoxicated, in this place where the river and the sky meet, Xi Shi danced the sword in his hand, every step was full of sharpness, this dance, and before, it was a little different.

In the dance, there was a sense of loss and the smell of killing, I could see that Fan Li chose Mingzhe to protect himself from beginning to end, Xi Shi paid such a heavy price for him, in exchange for his high position, but Fan Li in the end, it was for himself and did not continue to beg for mercy.

Gradually, the speed of the sword dance began to slow down, and there was a sense of absolute determination in it, Fan Li was still afraid, his face, remorse, loss, fear, all kinds of expressions, intertwined.

The sword dance was over, Xi Shi laughed, as at the beginning, gentle and tactful, mysterious and sweet, a smile made Fan Li's heart tremble.

"Fan Lang, Xi Shi's last wish, I hope Fan Lang can agree."

Wow, Fan Li howled and cried, he stood up, ran towards Xi Shi, wanted to hug Xi Shi, but was stunned, Xi Shi smiled poignantly, crystal tears, never overflowed his eyes.

Xi Shi aimed the tip of the beauty's sword at his heart, and Fan Li was stunned.

"In the end, I hope that Fan Lang will give this beauty to Mr. Ou and let him complete this sword and the final work."

Ah, Fan Li screamed, Xi Shi stabbed the beauty into his heart, Fan Li hugged her and cried, but this cry was soon drowned out by the sound of the wind and the sound of water.

At this time, the beauty became bright red, like a blooming flower, strong and full of desire, Fan Li put Xi Shi's body, slowly pushed into the river, took the red beauty in his hand, quietly, sat by the river, a whole day, he went back.

Returned to Gou Jian's side, Gou Jian was extremely satisfied with everything Fan Li had done, and had prepared a higher position for him, Wu Guo was not completely destroyed, he was still surviving, and he still needed to give Wu Guo the final blow.

Fan Li refused, he decided to return to the field to fulfill Xi Shi's last wish, hand over the beauty to Ou Yezi, complete the last process of this sword, and open the front.

Gou Jian did everything he could to stay, but Fan Li still left, before he left, he advised his friend Wen Chong, saying that Gou Jian has become, no longer the king who worked hard for the country's social Ji before, he will eventually one day, he will point to the world, kill the crossing, but Wen Chong did not listen to Fan Li.

Fan Li, who lost his soul and fell into despair, came to Yecheng, Ou Yezi at this time was about 40 years old, and the cadre and Mo Ye had become husband and wife, loved each other, and lived happily as a family.

With the arrival of Fan Li, Ou Yezi also knew that Xi Shi had sunk to the bottom of the river, looking at the beauty who had not been seen for many years, although the red had faded, there was still some dark red left on it.

Ou Yezi and the cadre, with the beauty, returned to Yefu Mountain again, Fan Li also followed, he saw everything here, he couldn't help but feel sad and cried.

"Senior brother, have you really decided to fight for this beauty?"

The cadre confirmed again, and he felt that this beauty, with a cold that seemed to freeze people, had changed from a gentle sword like a beauty to a little evil.

Ou Yezi nodded.

"Since it is Miss Xi Shi's wishes, then naturally, I should go all out, this beauty is not finished yet, now, I will start for you."

Ou Yezi said, and suddenly, both the cadre and he felt it, and this beauty suddenly revealed a more gloomy and cold aura, and in the wind, there was a cold laughter.

"Is that how you were born? Beauty. ”

"Grass, don't call me by that name, it's a shame."

The ghost blade on the side shook up, and I shook my head helplessly.

started, on a sunny morning, the cadre helped Ou Yezi fetch water, and Ou Yezi picked up the tool and began to polish it.

Ou Yezi and the cadres both felt that something was wrong, but the two of them were still building.

"Son-in-law, add water."

Ou Yezi said, his eyes were shining, every time he polished, he was extremely delicate and attentive, and the cadre was on the side, watching carefully, his heart was excited, and Ou Yezi was the same, for this sword created by his father-in-law, which is unparalleled in the world, in the end, what will be.

The clanging percussion, as well as the piercing friction sound, kept ringing, and the work of Kaifeng had passed for half a month in a row, and Ou Yezi was delicate and just right for a certain polishing.

Over the years, he and his son-in-law have exchanged a lot of things, and the two have continued to improve, and Ou Yezi's kung fu has made more progress, which is improved in the interaction with the cadre, and the cadre's thinking about sword casting has become more active.

There was a loud noise, and a cold wind blew around, rolling up pieces of fallen leaves, and the work of opening the front was completed, and Ou Yezi and the cadre looked at this beauty together.

On the body of the sword, there is a cold breath, looking at it with my eyes, I am a little chilling, it is a murderous aura, from the sword body, there are strands of murderous aura.

The cadre felt that this sword was very bad, and its sharpness was already the first in the world.

At this time, Fan Li made a request to Ou Yezi, hoping to give him this sword.

Ou Yezi didn't say a word, picked up the beauty, and handed it to Fan Li, Fan Li took the beauty happily, and at this time, something strange happened, Fan Li just took the sword, and countless openings appeared in his hands, fine openings, intertwined, and the blood slowly seeped out later.

The oozing blood was like a beauty flower, and with a bang, the beauty in Fan Li's hand fell to the ground, and on the stone platform, the beauty that fell down easily drew a gap.

"Please come back, you don't deserve this sword."

Ou Yezi looked at Fan Li coldly, picked up the beauty on the ground, and casually waved it towards the iron platform behind him.

On the same day, Fan Li left Yefu Mountain with a feeling of shame and unbearable.

At night, the stars are shining, the beauty is on the ground, quietly inserted, Ou Yezi and the cadre are drinking.

"Son-in-law, do you know why the ancients made swords."

The cadre nodded, this, the two of them some, heard some from Lu Yin.

"The sword is straight and tough, and the ancients made swords and swords in the hope that their own character would be like a sword."

Ou Yezi said, sighed helplessly, shook his head, and the cadre also felt the same way.

"But what's the matter, the man who wears the sword is not worthy of the sword, and the sword forged by our swordsmiths, with all our efforts, has become a murder weapon that takes the lives of others at will in the hands of these righteous gentlemen."

Ou Yezi was a little drunk, his mood was a little bad, and his voice was a little louder.

At this time, the moonlight was crimson, and this beauty, in the moonlight, was the same as the moonlight, revealing a crimson luster.

"Sword, what the hell?"

Ou Yezi asked with red eyes, and the cadre took a big sip.

"The sword is a murder weapon, father-in-law, in the eyes of the powerful and the money-rich, it is a symbol of status, in the hands of the poor people, it is a symbol of self-protection, and in the hands of our swordsmiths, what do you think, father-in-law."

Ou Yezi shook his head, laughed, and then happily touched a glass with the cadre.

"It's the heart......."

In the end, Ou Yezi said it, and the cadre nodded silently.

"The sword is like the human heart, it can be the kindness restored for others, or it can be the malice of wielding it for oneself, or it is a sharp weapon wielded by the strong in order to be able to fight the strong, or it is a cruel person, in order to be able to kill the weak as soon as possible.

Ou Yezi stood up, then laughed and stroked the cadre's head.

"Go back, Mo Ye is already pregnant, you have to take good care of him, I will find a way, I'm afraid, Gou Jian, soon, will let me forge a sword."