West of the Kingdom of Chen, east of Great Xia, and north of Great Zhou.

There is a mountain called Yaqi.

There is a palace gate on the peak, called the Taiyin Palace.

It is the place where all Confucian students in the world want to go to the last time, and it is also the holy place and the ancestral palace in the eyes of ordinary people.

On this day, at the foot of Yaqi Peak, it was snowing.

The white-eyed and black-haired man tightened his shirt and threw a few sticks of firewood into the fire, but the chill still did not subside.

The long night made him a little uncomfortable for him, who was used to being busy. So he thought for a moment, looked up at the swordsman beside him who was sitting like a statue, and asked, "Well, how long will we have to wait before we can go up the mountain?"

The swordsman who was sitting in the precarious position carefully looked at the knife in his hand and did not look up.

"The mountain is right in front of you, if you want to go up, you can just go. ”

The white-eyed and black-haired man smiled awkwardly when he heard this.

"This mountain is too high, without the guidance of immortals, I can't go up to this mortal womb in the flesh. ”

Hearing this, the swordsman raised his eyes and forgot about the man, and then lowered his head to look at the knife in his hand.

"I'm a murderer, you're a puzzle, and you can't get on the same path. ”

The white-eyed and black-haired man didn't seem to hear the rejection in the knife's words, and he said with a smile: "You are begging for death, and I am also begging for death. ”

After hearing this, the swordsman thought about the situation for a while, but he really couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he finally fell silent.

When the man saw this, his face was overjoyed, but he didn't have half of the bearing he had as the head of the Linglong Pavilion back then.

"And when are we leaving?" he asked, not without eagerness.

"Why are you in such a hurry to seek death?" the swordsman glanced at him puzzled.

"It's not a good feeling to die. The man responded.

Hearing this, the swordsman glanced at the man deeply, and said, "Enjoy it, the taste of death is not pleasant." ”

"It's like you've died. The man muttered, unimpressed by the swordsman's words.

The wind and snow are a bit heavier.

After saying this, there was silence between the man and the swordsman again.

Under the blowing of the wind and snow, the bonfire swayed, and it seemed that it had a tendency to extinguish again. The man had to fill the fire with some more firewood.

Maybe it was too boring for a person to face this snowstorm after all, and after a long silence, the man couldn't help but provoke the topic again: "What are you waiting for?"

They had been at the foot of the Yaqi Mountain for a month, and the swordsman had never gone up the mountain, and the man could clearly feel what he was waiting for.

Hearing this, the knife man still didn't answer the man's question, he suddenly lifted the knife in his hand and inserted it into the snow in front of him.

"How's this knife?" and then asked.

The white-eyed and black-haired man looked at the knife with calm eyes.

It was a very ordinary knife.

The blade of the knife was washed white, but the dense gap on the blade was like the hideous teeth of a vicious beast, telling the world about his former glory, and the wooden handle was hung with a red tassel, although it had also been carefully cleaned, but the color on it was a little mottled, obviously hung many years ago.

And out of the psychology of asking for others, the former master of the sect sighed very heartily at that time: "Good knife!"

A genuine smile appeared on the face of the swordsman who received such an answer.

"A good knife, of course. When he said this, the look on his face was no longer cold, as if he had a lot of affection for him because of the man's words. "This knife was given to me by my wife, and the tassel on the handle was braided by my daughter herself. ”

It seemed that this was the first time since the two met that so many words had come out of the swordsman's mouth.

The face of the swordsman reflected in the firelight, the sculpture-like face seemed to be smiling at that time.

The former master of the sect was in a trance, and he suddenly felt that this swordsman was very lonely like himself.

"And now?" the man asked again.

And the smile on the swordsman's face that had just bloomed dissipated at that time.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing and asked a question that should not have been asked.

......

And so they sat quietly at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

This time, the knife man was the first to break the silence between the two.

"It's a shame that such a good knife dies with me. The knife man said, placing the knife on his knees again, and wiping the blade with a gray cloth that he had taken out of nowhere.

He liked to do it very much, as if he wanted to do it whenever he had free time, and the man had seen too many of these scenes in the month when the two of them had not communicated much.

Maybe he felt that after what happened just now, the relationship between the two should have improved a lot, so after watching it for a while, the man couldn't help but say again: "The knife that sees blood is the real knife, no matter how clean it is, there will be a scarlet day." ”

Hearing this, the swordsman raised his eyes and glanced at the man.

"The real swordsman, the knife in his hand, is stained with blood not to kill, but to make the hand that should not be stained with blood forever clean. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, but soon shook his head with a wry smile, noncommittal to the words of the swordsman.

"So, you still haven't told me what you're waiting for?" he simply staggered the topic, because this topic would make him think of the girl who should be in Chang'an at the moment.

The swordsman didn't seem to notice the man's strangeness, he laughed at that time, and said as a matter of course: "Wait for the next owner of this knife." ”

"Who is it?" the man asked subconsciously.

"I don't know. The swordsman responded truthfully.

This made the man more and more confused, "I don't know what it means?"

"I only know that my heir is on the road, who he is, what he looks like, how can I know if I am unmasked with him?" said the knife man.

The man thought that he had seen a lot of strange things in this world, but the words of the swordsman still made him feel a little unbelievable.

Since he had never seen it, why did he assume that the one who came was his heir? And this tooth is not anywhere else, how can anyone come to such a barren mountain and wilderness without anything?

No matter how you look at the swordsman's answer, it sounds a little nonsense to the man.

However, the knife man did not seem to be too surprised by the man's reaction, he just smiled faintly, and once again focused his attention on the knife in his lap.

Seeing this, the man secretly wondered if this Sword Dao Grandmaster had been alone for a long time and was confused.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to persuade, the swordsman suddenly stopped what he was doing, he stood up and looked into the distance, and a faint smile appeared on his sculpture-like face again: "He's here." ”

"Huh?" the man was stunned when he heard this, and he looked into the distance with the swordsman's gaze.

But I saw a thin figure in the wind and snow carrying a sword, and was staggering towards here.