Although it has just arrived in early winter, the plum blossoms of Wanmei Villa have already bloomed.

Ximen Fuxue stood in front of the steps, looking at the plum blossoms all over the ground, with a lonely expression.

Not far away, a woman looked at him silently, holding a child in her arms.

The child has just been born and is very immature.

The woman's face was beautiful and young, dressed plainly, but there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

"I'm ......" As soon as Simon Fuxue spoke, the woman took the lead and said, "Simon, I know what you mean." ”

He looked at her.

She didn't say a word, resolutely held the child and slowly walked down the steps, towards the outside of Wanmei Villa.

Looking at her back, Ximen Fuxue never spoke, and his expression was indescribably complicated.

There is tenderness and indifference, there is compassion and relief, all kinds of differences, but after seeing the sword in his hand, all expressions disappear.

There is only calm.

Love in the world is wonderful, but he is a swordsman after all, and a swordsman only needs a sword in his life...... There are three thousand red dusts, obsessed, hesitant, but in the end, he can only swing his sword to cut the love silk.

See the green mountains.

Looking at the mountain peak next to the villa, he muttered: "I made a thousand wishes in front of the sword, I want to rest and wait for the green mountains to rot!"

The expression is already determined.

The person who walked down looked at the baby in his arms blankly, his body covered with falling petals, but he didn't notice it at all.

She walked step by step.

The heart is broken, but there is no regret.

Even though she gave up everything and gained infamy because of this, she never regretted it.

She loved him, that's all.

Step by step into the distance, her cheeks were covered with tears, and she was shocked.

Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live.

......

"You're finally like this!"

The same white clothes, the same sword.

Ye Gucheng appeared on the mountain peak and calmly watched the snow blowing at the West Gate.

The latter looked up: "I'm different from you. ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Although the experiences are different, in the end, they are the same way. ”

Ximen Fuxue drew his sword: "Let's finish our unfinished battle." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Do you know why I did that?"

Simon Fuxue looked at him: "I am not you. His tone was calm and cold.

Ye Gucheng said: "Because I can't find the joy of life anymore." ”

He looked at the sky with an indifferent expression: "You practice swords because you love swords, and I do the same, but I love freedom even more, I like the white clouds in the sky, which can float unrestrained." ”

"I like to walk on the beach with light skills, bathed in the sea breeze, looking at the night, looking at the tide, to get the comfort of the soul, at that time my heart is pure, my sword is pure sword. ”

His expression suddenly became sad: "But the world is too vulgar, only concerned with the struggle for power and profit, and all kinds of troubles disturb my life...... But I had to be part of it, to get myself dusted, to be truly free, which has never been done before!"

People are born free, but they are always in chains.

Simon Blowing Snow understood him, so he said, "So you participated in the rebellion, wanting to get power and make yourself freer?"

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "Power has never been the guarantee of freedom, even if it is an emperor, it has never been truly free. There is only one kind of free person in this world, and that is ...... Dead person. ”

"You want to die?"

"I just want to be truly at peace!"

Ye Gucheng raised his head and silently stared at the white clouds that were casual and calm.

Simon Blowing Snow suddenly really understood this person.

"Let me see your sword!"

"Good!"

The cold wind rises, and the cold sword comes out.

The two dressed in white looked at each other coldly.

There are no words for each other, and there is only the firmest belief in their eyes.

The plum blossoms fell, piling up the bodies of the two, equally white.

Plum blossoms fall like snow.

The sword is like snow.

The white sword light swept across the world.

The cold wind stopped howling.

The sword light seems to transcend time, the mind seems to override the years, and the immortal man and the immortal sword collide endlessly.

That kind of fierceness is beyond words to describe, that kind of splendor beyond the limits of imagination, only the two people who draw the sword themselves are clear and thorough.

I don't know how long it took, the plum blossoms on the trees had completely withered, the sky was snowing, and the cliffs were pale.

Ximen Fuxue looked at the bloodstains on the tip of the sword and was silent for a long time.

Ye Gucheng knelt on one knee, supporting his body with a sword, his dark eyes without any color, looking at the vast world, extremely calm.

He was exhausted.

The sword is back in its sheath, and the person is far away.

Simon Fuxue stepped forward to pick up his corpse, looking extremely lonely.

He looked at the eyes that had not been closed until death, and understood what the other meant.

At that moment, their swords should have pierced each other's throats at the same time, but at the last moment, Ye Gucheng suddenly stopped.

Why did he stop?

Simon blows snow understands.

"Living in this world, my life will never be at peace. But you're different, and you're still far away...... Go down and take my share!"

The West Gate blew snow with a long roar, shook the whole winter, and slowly walked up to the highest point of the mountain.

The snow is falling, the wind is cold, and it is as quiet as an abyss.

The silence of death roared out of the earth, and the world was like a piece of ice.

The top of the cliff is the coldest place, but there is still a plum blossom blooming.

Looking at it, Simon Fuxue smiled.

The sword god smiled.

......

"Looks like I have no choice!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the wooden Taoist in front of him without joy or sorrow.

The latter said calmly: "It's not that we don't give you a choice, it's that you yourself have never given yourself a choice." ”

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long sigh.

"On October 15, he will officially become the leader of the martial arts alliance in Emei, leading the group of heroes to fight against the demon calamity. It would be his peak moment, and it would be the moment when he would go to hell. Mu Daoren's expression was very calm, just to tell briefly.

Lu Xiaofeng continued his words and said: "And what I want to do is to reveal his true identity on that day." ”

Mu Daoren smiled: "Yes, the rest will be left to us, I can guarantee that there will be no more demon lords in this world." ”

Lu Xiaofeng sneered: "The demon lord is gone, but the ghost villa and the invisible man still exist. ”

Mu Dao said: "People can't be too greedy, it is not easy to get rid of the demon lord, the biggest demon in thousands of years. ”

His expression was very proud, and he knew that after that day, no one in Emei would be able to live except himself.

At that time, he can not only become the head of Wudang, but also become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "People really can't be too greedy. ”

He suddenly looked at Shaman, who was standing next to him, and his heart ached.

The latter never looked at him, as if nothing had happened.

Yes, she was just trying to use me for revenge - that night was just a passing scene, so why should I be amorous?

Lu Xiaofeng thought so and looked in the southwest direction.

There is Shuzhong, it is Emei.

It's time for it all to come to an end.

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