Winter is coming as scheduled, with snow falling and a thin layer of ice on the lake.

The cold wind is like a knife, the earth is desert, and the sky is merciless.

Aggie was dressed in a thin coarse linen robe, and the cold wind penetrated through the holes in his clothes.

Even if he has internal strength, he is already shivering with cold.

Even though it was cold, his steps were firm, and he didn't know where he was going.

The night is clear, all the sounds are quiet, a piece of white light sprinkled on the cold bridge, bright as day, almost even the persimmons on the ground can be seen clearly.

Aggie endured the chill and walked forward against the biting cold wind.

Suddenly, the sound of flutes suddenly came from the howling north wind.

This Xiao voice is low, tactful and a thousand times, like the love of children under the plane tree, and like the sword and sword shadow in the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes...

It is like a peerless swordsman in a life-and-death battle at the top of a dangerous peak, and it seems to be interpreting a sad parting of life and death...

The howling north wind could not hide the sound of the bleak in the slightest.

Aji paused, his eyesight was extremely strong, and he saw a pavilion a few hundred meters away in the distance in the wind and snow.

A man in a white fox fur stood in front of the pavilion, his fingers caressing Bi Xiao, singing in the wind and snow.

He saw a pair of slender fingers, which were beautiful, more beautiful than a woman's hands, and even more pale in the moonlight.

A hint of solemnity flashed in Aji's eyes.

Then, Aji staggered and continued to move forward in the wind and snow, no longer paying attention to Xiao Sheng.

And his course has not changed.

After a long time, Aji finally walked to the pavilion, and without hesitation, dragged his frostbitten feet into the pavilion.

In the pavilion, there is a stove, the fire is blazing, and it is very warm inside;

The boiling water on the stove emitted a large white gas, and there was a sake jug next to it, and the aroma of the wine spread around with the heat.

In the center of the pavilion is a square table filled with hot meals.

Four lanterns hang around the pavilion, emitting a soft light.

The man in the white fox fur played the song to the end.

This person who holds Bi Xiao is Chu Mo.

After two long years of searching, the people of the Sword Sect finally found Xie Xiaofeng's traces not long ago.

Aji is Xie Xiaofeng, useless Aji!

Chu Mo picked up the wine jug and filled Xie Xiaofeng with a glass.

"This is a century-old wine that I have treasured for a long time, so let's warm up with a drink."

Xie Xiaofeng is a lover of wine, how can he not smell that this wine is a rare treasure from the aroma of wine?

After a cup of mouth, Xie Xiaofeng's pale face regained a trace of redness, and the trembling fingers on his face regained his intuition.

"Good wine!"

He closed his eyes in intoxication for a long time before he spoke.

"Please drink this cup!"

Chu Mo poured a cup for Xie Xiaofeng again.

Xie Xiaofeng picked up the wine glass and looked at Chu Mo in a daze: "You know me?" ”

"I don't know you, but I know who you are."

Chu Mo naturally didn't know Xie Xiaofeng, but he knew that the person in front of him was Xie Xiaofeng.

Xie Xiaofeng's face showed a trace of pain and bitterness, but his eyes became more and more tired: "Oh, is it? ”

"Whoever you used to be, now you're just a wine lover, a wine lover like me."

"Please!"

Chu Mo raised his glass, if he wanted to make friends with Xie Xiaofeng, he had to read Xie Xiaofeng's loneliness, loneliness, pain and tiredness.

The two of them drank drunk red dust all night in the pavilion, and the food on the table slowly entered the stomachs of the two.

The moon sets in the sky, the wind and snow gradually subside, and the surroundings are even quieter.

The two fell asleep on the table.

In the morning, Xie Xiaofeng finally woke up, and the tiredness on his face disappeared a lot.

"Thank you Brother Tai for yesterday's wine and food, it's a pity that I have no long things now, and I can't repay Brother Tai's kindness."

Chu Mo waved his hand and said, "Hehe, it's okay, Chu Mo can get acquainted with Brother Xie, which can be regarded as fate." ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "You really know my identity." ”

"Of course I know that you are not dead, you are just tired of being a Divine Sword Xie Xiaofeng, because Divine Sword Xie Xiaofeng not only represents yourself, but also represents the honor of Divine Sword Villa for hundreds of years."

"Xie Xiaofeng can die, but he must not be defeated!"

Chu Mo stared at Xie Xiaofeng and said the reason why Xie Xiaofeng left.

"Yes, for the sake of the divine sword Xie Xiaofeng, too many people have died under my sword, both deserving and undeserving."

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes once again showed a look of pain.

The reason why Xie Xiaofeng suffered was not only because of the killing, but more because he had endured too much.

"No, you're wrong, this seems to me to be bullshit, no one in the world is absolutely invincible, undefeated in life, you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and there are countless people in the world who are stronger than you."

"What's more, whether you lose or not, the Excalibur Villa is still the Excalibur Villa, and the rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes."

"What really hurts you is that you haven't been able to look up to your heart."

"You are from a famous family, your family is illustrious, your swordsmanship is unparalleled, countless beautiful women like you, countless people in the rivers and lakes praise your peerless swordsmanship, you are almost a perfect man.

But your heart is empty, the whole world, the rivers and lakes are so big, there is not a single thing you love.

You are also not honest with your own sword, the sword is only a tool in your hands, and you love and hate your sword. ”

Seeing Xie Xiaofeng, Chu Mo was a little disappointed in his heart.

Because what is in front of him is by no means Xie Xiaofeng, the divine sword who is the best in the world in swordsmanship.

Even his sword intent was weak and pitiful, and he couldn't be compared to Yan Thirteen at all.

"I'm not honest with my sword? Is my heart hollow? There is no one in the world who is undefeated..."

Chu Mo's words fell into Xie Xiaofeng's heart, and Xie Xiaofeng's heart had set off a lot of waves.

"Blindly escaping will only make yourself more painful, people in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes;

Once a person becomes a Jianghu person, he will always be a Jianghu person, and quitting the Jianghu is just a foolish thing to deceive himself! ”

"It is never killing that causes you pain, because if you kill too much, you will only gradually get used to it, or become insensitive, or gradually get tired of killing...

You have never seen killing as pain, your pain comes from your inability to face yourself. ”

As Chu Mo's words fell, Xie Xiaofeng slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The expression on his face was sometimes hideous, sometimes painful, sometimes depressed, sometimes hesitant.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes became clearer.

The pain in his eyes decreased, and his expression calmed down a lot.

"Brother Xie, after three months, on the eighth day of the lunar month, Huashan will discuss the sword, I hope that by then you have lifted the shackles on your body and found your sword path."

"Seriously, you're too weak these days."

After Chu Mo handed over the Xuantie Sword Order to Xie Xiaofeng, he left directly.

Now that all the people who should be invited have been invited, Chu Mo should also do his own thing.

Tibetan Sword Villa, take your own sword.

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