Touching the piano with her hand, she never knew how to play the piano, this was the only gift Luo Mo gave her, and in retrospect, this was the only thing that others gave her, and it was also the only gift that Luo Mo gave her. Whether you can play the piano or not, it doesn't matter now, where are the people who listen to it?

Will anyone else want to hear me play the piano to him?

Yi Jinglan's eyes went back and forth on the body of Qin and Demon Xiuyan, did not invite him to sit down, there was no stool in this courtyard, there was no tea to invite him to drink, nothing, at this time, Yi Jinglan remembered that she really had nothing to entertain her senior brother, when she was fished up from the river by Lantian Yu, she was alone, nothing, and now she has nothing, from Xiuyue Villa to Forging Sword Cliff to study, although it is to worship Tianya Gusu as a teacher, but it is more like Xiuyue Villa sent himself to Tianya Gusuo, this master's affection has also become a master, only the relationship of passing on art and solving doubts, and the teacher inherits this relationship, to Tianya Gusuo here, He himself also intentionally or unintentionally diluted this teacher-student relationship, he has never only regarded these thirteen people as a batch of products handed over to him by Xiuyue Villa, and it is his job to let these thirteen people be qualified to deliver.

Scenes of the past have come back like a spring breeze, and most of the past ten years have been here, but it has only become a snow in winter.

"Thirteen swords, how many swords are there now?"

Yi Jinglan asked the demon cultivator, more like she was asking herself. Mo Xiuyan knew that she was asking herself, but she didn't know how to answer her, it was thirteen, and life had not yet begun, but in that day, there was nothing, nothing, not even that appearance!

"I, I ······"

"Hey, I still can't speak. Say whatever you want! Nowadays, there is nothing that cannot be said, and there is nothing that cannot be done! There is also something that can be done if you want to do!"

"I don't have a helper now, I want to have a few helpers, I ······"

Mo Xiuyan was silent again in the courage to not be able to say his thoughts, but Yi Jinglan didn't speak anymore, she was thinking that his concern was that after taking this step, it would be another life, just like Luo Mo gave her a piano and gave her a piano, there was a big difference.

"I'm scared I'm going to die, I broke through it a few days before I came here, but I almost got stuck there······

I'm afraid something has happened to me, and I want to have a helper······"

Yi Jinglan stood up and slowly walked towards Mo Xiuyan, but when she got closer, she stopped, and never moved forward:

"You want me to come with you, let me help you?"

Demon Xiuyan said that after saying it for a long time, Yi Jinglan finally said it.

"Now that I'm married, I can't afford to take risks, but I can't avoid them······"

Mo Xiuyan always can't finish talking, but Yi Jinglan can say it if she wants to, but there is still a step away, and she can't get close to Mo Xiuyan.

"You are reborn, why do you want to come here again, this place belongs to Luo Mo, it belongs to the Soul Cultivation Sword, and I want to belong here. ”

"You accuse me of betrayal?!"

"If you die, I'm in my heart when you've always been here.

You look at the three tombstones in front of the river, every year I always give you some flowers, go to the tomb, I will touch those tall grass, I think the three of you can be here together, that is also a kind of happiness, if I can also be buried here, I will always think, the cultivation of the sword soul should also be a willing thing. ”

Mo Xiuyan followed Yi Jinglan's fingers, saw three mounds of earth that were not too high in the east, and thought about it carefully, that was the place where he was thrown into the river by the two of them back then. Mo Xiuyan walked towards the three mounds, and in each step, everything in the day appeared in front of him again, this step, this place, he took another step back, he had been hit by a few arrows on his body, he was no longer clear, but he was hit by another arrow, and his body was shaken by the impact of arrows, and the three people who were killed in the day, the leader of that group of people, slashed again, and the machete weighing dozens of catties, when it hit his sword, every time he would shake his hands numb and heartache, and the wounds that were involved were a huge pain that pierced his heart。

Soul Cultivation Sword and Luo Mo are no better than themselves, each of them has a few arrow feathers on their chests, every movement, the arrow feathers on those arrow shafts are fluttering, with their ups and downs, like the flowers of life, swaying and swinging, there are always a few drops of blood splashed out, as if the fragrance of youth is flashing, the river under the sun, reflecting the silver-yellow waves, at this time, those waves have a little red, just like the mood of the three people, Mo Xiuyan thought, I was like this at the time, then they may also be the same as me!

The sword sank to the left, and he was no longer able to resist the chopping of the giant knife, so there was no need to resist, and as soon as the sword slidied, he let his knife be embedded in his shoulder, and the wind blew, the breath of the aquatic plants in the river, and the breath of the soil that rolled together for thousands of miles before arriving here, and maybe the breath of a water bird, and the fish could be several, or the breath of countless fish, blowing on the face together, a knife slashed on the shoulder, and the pain did not make him unconscious for a while, but the kind of pressure made his shoulder sink, and his body also fell a little, Looking at the smile that the other party finally had, the nose hair growing in his nostrils was so clear, the countless rough holes on his face, when he laughed, it was so ugly and disgusting, the wide and meaty face, when he saw the unclear dirt in his ears, he could no longer spread the smile on his face, that kind of frozen smile looked at his long sword, inch by inch into his chest muscles, he should be like himself, and he would not feel too much pain for the sword penetration, but he would think about why this sword was so sharp, and it was so light after entering the muscles, Mo Xiuyan had never killed a person at such a close distance, The eyes of the two are already so close that they are about to be together, between death and life, then our distance has disappeared everything, whether it is beauty and ugliness, or fragrance and smell! Evil and good, between the two people connected by a sword, the same love and hate have also disappeared, and their eyebrows should have met his eyebrows, but those eyebrows can't transmit the temperature of the other party for a while. That swordsman is also powerless, starting from a slash into the opponent's oblique chest, the speed of that kind of slashing is too unbeautiful, where is a sword cut out of the sword head of a sword pavilion, not only is it not beautiful, but also clumsy, and the strength is not enough, otherwise a sword through the chest, where is it necessary to take that kind of almost a lifetime time. The other party's eyes are bigger, much bigger, and rounder, as if they want to see themselves clearly, but the distance is too close, and the eyes that he looks up to him can only see the eyeballs and whites of the eyes in each other's eyes, and there may be countless bloodshots that are the same as each other.

Looking at the three graves, the first step out of the small courtyard was so heavy, back then, the steps and lines here, at this time, it was like yesterday, like holding Yang Chunhua's hand for the first time, the sweat stains gushing out of his palms, although the distance between the two hands was closer, but the excitement in his heart was still transmitted to the hands, but he never asked Chunhua how she felt at that time. Holding the fleshy little hand of the demon is the happiest thing, and if the boneless and smooth flesh is not a muscle, it is only eternal and infinite happiness.

The memories of love and love appeared in a moment between these steps, all memories, and this kind of memories seemed to have been organized in their hearts a long time ago, just waiting for this step to come, and they appeared together, allowing themselves to bear this impact that was so huge that they could not bear it.

It's so hard to take another step, because this step is the memory of the next moment. When he was about to pull out the sword, at the same time, a sharper long sword was also slashing at him, just when the tip of the sword was about to enter his body and before he entered, the soul cultivation sword slanted his shoulders and collided, and the distance he rushed from the collision could not reach his body, he had to use his side waist to hit the sword, everything at that time was blurred, but at that time everything he wanted to cultivate the sword soul was so clear, he thought, in the countless days of forging the sword cliff, the soul cultivation sword practice may be this style, and the sword in his hand may practice less, that one oblique flying posture, presented on his youthful face, the kind of laughing pride and joy, is the only smile he has ever seen in his life, the long sword into his body can not be traced back, a moment to tear open his clothes, touched is the flesh, that is the slowest time between heaven and earth, when the long sword cuts the clothes, the warp and weft of the broken cloth is so clear, clear as a sword breaking through the arm, as clear as a giant rope as clear, the cracked clothes between the exposed flesh line, and then the sword to cut the flesh, this is also the last look I saw, the kind of sword cut the muscles, the man who is dead and immortal, casually picked, he also left the distance with his love, watching the sword soul was cut by a sword, I didn't see it, my body was rolling to the ground, and the sounds and shapes between heaven and earth all disappeared into the only sound that left my head hitting the earth, and the countless Venus that flickered.

How to take the next step, looking at the three graves, the steps out of the small courtyard and towards the three graves are so heavy, and there are countless memories of happiness and pain.