Back to the peak.

Wutong didn't say anything when he saw Ye Nanshan and Murong Jianyu coming back, but silently took out a basin of water and put it in front of Ye Nanshan, and said lightly: "Wash your hands." ”

Seeing this, Murong Jianyu smiled slightly, and walked to his room by himself, the little girl's heart was quite small.

For two days in a row, the atmosphere in Jianfeng was a little weird, on the surface it looked calm, but in fact... Well, in fact, it was calm, but Ye Nanshan always felt that Murong Jianyu and Wutong were a little tense with each other.

I didn't dare to be skinny at all in the past two days, and to be honest, except for practicing swords and eating, I tried to say as little as possible, for fear of offending which ancestor if I accidentally said the wrong sentence.

Of the two women on Sword Peak, none of them could be provoked by him.

Thinking that he is a dragon, and then thinking about his status, Ye Nanshan is inexplicably bitter.

Huang Qi has already succeeded to the throne, Ye Nanshan originally said that he would move back to live with Wutong, and the two would not see each other, so it would be better after all, right?

However, I don't know what medicine Wutong took wrong, so I didn't want to go back, so I had to live in Jianfeng.

Just kidding, what are you going to do? Murong Jianyu is here, when he goes back, Ye Nanshan will still come to the academy every day to report, Murong Jianyu dares to pull Ye Nanshan's hand in front of him, if he goes back, he is not in Jianfeng, the ghost knows what they can do.

I can't go back! I resolutely don't go back! I'm just watching closely!

That is, between Murong Jianyu and Yenanshan, there is no real sign, otherwise, even if Murong Jianyu is kind to Wutong, if he wants to rob him of his husband, Wutong will have to fight with her.

After dinner, go into the night.

Night Nanshan took a bath, and Murong Jianyu was lying in the hammock and drinking idly while looking at the moon.

Wutong came out of the house, hesitated for a moment, walked towards Murong Jianyu, and sat down on the stone bench next to the hammock.

"Come?" Murong Jianyu handed over the wine jug.

"No, you can drink it. Sycamore shook her head and refused.

Murong Jianyu didn't say much, took another sip of wine, and looked at the moon.

Wutong also looked up at Chiyue, then at Murong Jianyu, and said, "The husband said that Shura came from Chiyue, and you passed on his sword path so that one day he could cut the moon for you." ”

Murong Jianyu was silent for a few seconds, with a hint of inexplicability in his tone: "Yes." ”

Murong Jianyu really hopes that Ye Nanshan will be able to take him to cut the moon in the future, but if Murong Jianyu is passed on to Ye Nanshan Sword Technique and Sword Dao, and given Ye Nanshan Sword Intent Sword Soul, he has worked hard for him many times, just because he wants him to cut the moon, for Murong Jianyu, such a statement is very unfair.

Her kindness to Yenanshan is not based on letting Yenanshan cut the moon one day!

Some give, no attempt.

"Destroying a realm is something that must be done by the Great Sage, do you think he can do it?" Wutong asked.

Murong Jianyu: "Who knows, there must always be a thought." ”

Wutong: "If you become holy, I think you are more likely than him, and your kendo is very good." ”

Murong Jianyu shook his head and said: "I can't do it, my way, I can see the end, he is different, he has infinite possibilities, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, it is more likely than mine." ”

Murong Jianyu's sword path can indeed see the end, just as she said in Nanshan that day and night, she has already gained insight into the origin sword path, when he finishes this path, she will reach the end, and her origin sword path can only allow her to practice to the peak of the manifestation saint, at most to the semi-saint realm, if you want to go further, it is absolutely impossible.

If she is still a human being, then there may be some hope, people are tolerant, they can touch the bypass, cultivate other ways or something, but she has already cultivated herself into a sword, and in this life, she can only cultivate the way of the sword, and she can't enter other paths again.

Yenanshan is different, Yenanshan is also cultivating Murong Jianyu's sword, in terms of swordsmanship, maybe Yenanshan is also the same as Murong Jianyu, he can't just rely on the way of the sword to enter the sainthood, but he can not only cultivate the way of the sword, he also has other ways to go, such as the source force, the combination of the two, maybe it is possible to Zen the avenue of enlightenment and reach the level of a saint.

Of course, if you want to become holy, it is not such a simple thing, except for Mu Bai, the guardian god of this world, no one in the Glory Continent has ever stepped into the realm of saints.

The topic came to an abrupt end, Wutong didn't answer, and Murong Jianyu didn't seem to have any interest in chatting, so he drank by himself.

Opening his mouth, Wutong seemed to want to say something, but he stopped talking again.

Murong Jianyu glanced at Wutong with his afterglow and said, "Say whatever you want, you take advantage of his absence, you come to look for me, and you can say whatever you want." ”

Wutong thought for a while, and finally spoke: "You and my husband and I have kindness, I am very grateful to you, but there are some things that cannot be judged by kindness." ”

Wutong paused as he spoke, then looked directly at Murong Jianyu and said, "There are some things that I can't tell you, but I only have him left." ”

Wutong said vaguely, but she believed that Murong Jianyu understood.

I only have him left, so I can't give him away, no matter how great the kindness is, he belongs only to me.

For feelings, Wutong is indeed extreme and selfish, and she regards Yenanshan as her own private property.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with this, my husband doesn't regard it as his own private property, so is it difficult to take it out and share it?

Murong Jianyu took a sip of wine, glanced at Wutong, smiled slightly, and sighed, "I really envy you... Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm envious that you still have what you have left, I'm different, I'm long gone with nothing. ”

Wutong was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Murong Jianyu took another sip of wine, and then said, "Hmm... I can't say that there are no left, think about it, there is still this stupid apprentice. ”

Wutong's face changed slightly, what does Murong Jianyu mean?

Murong Jianyu smiled when he saw this, then turned over from the hammock, looked at Wutong and said, "If the little girl's family is sensitive, what do you think about all day long?"

In other words, is it really suitable for Murong Jianyu to say that the little girl from Wutong's family?

After a pause, Murong Jianyu continued: "I am his master, I was, I am, I am in the future, I will still be, I will only be his master, don't think about it, go, sleepy." ”

Wutong only has Yenanshan left, but at least there is Yenanshan, she has lost a lot, but she also got the home she wants.

And Murong Jianyu has almost nothing left, her home was destroyed decades ago, and her soul has nowhere to put it.

finally met Ye Nanshan, and in her gloomy life, the sunshine was sprinkled, but although she saw the sunshine, she couldn't touch it, let alone pursue it.

The sun came too late, and some things were already predestined.

Maybe at some point, she will also have a trace of remorse, regretting that in that dark night that made her desperate, she went to the extreme, and at the cost of burying her whole life, she cultivated herself into a sword.

The sun was near, but she was already in the dark abyss and could not break free.

How can the world attain the Dharma of both worlds?

Ye Nanshan does not belong to her, and she does not dare to ask for extravagance, nor does she dare to harm others and herself.

Murong Jianyu didn't say anything more, and walked towards the room with a wine jug, humming a song as he walked.

"Shake, shake, shake to grandma's bridge, grandma called me a good baby, a bag of sugar, a bag of fruit......"

Now, what can comfort her soul a little is probably this ballad, which she once sang to her in despair, Ye Nanshan.

Murong Jianyu's voice was crisp and translucent, and there didn't seem to be any joy or sorrow in his voice, but dark clouds slowly gathered in the sky.

That night, Starlight City Tianshu Academy, locally, rainy.

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