Xie Yundu stood alone on the top of the mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's raining.

One drop soaked deep into the cuffs, and another ticked down on the forehead, and then I saw the rain fall violently, covering the whole world in a mighty way.

Xie Yundu did not dodge or dodge, allowing the boundless cold rain to blur himself with everything around him, and suddenly felt happy.

Three hundred and nineteen years.

He was originally the son of a general in a small country, and when he was young, he set foot in cultivation by chance, and his first weapon was a sword, and since then he has been yearning for swordsmanship, and he has never regretted going through countless hardships. Now that he has become the strongest sword cultivator in the world, there is no one in the world who is qualified to be his teacher. Except for the way of heaven.

For no apparent reason, since the beginning of his cultivation, he has been subconsciously pursuing the Heavenly Dao. More than 300 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the way of heaven has become an obsession in his cultivation, but he has never been able to break it.

And today, when he followed his heart all the way east to find here, at this moment when he looked at everything in this world through the rain curtain, Xie Yundu gradually felt in his heart that it might be time.

With a shake of his hand, Xie Yundu suspended a drop of rain in the palm of his hand. He squinted for a moment, flicked his fingers, and threw the raindrops into the sky.

The raindrops crashed into the rain curtain and turned into an infinite body. As the wind went, it turned into clouds and mist, and when it landed, it was a layer of frost on the white blade of the Assassin's black clothes. The tears of mortal happiness or misfortune also gradually dispersed in the air. The morning dew of flowers and leaves in the early morning glimmer seeps into the soil and turns the plants and trees that come from autumn to spring. The ice and snow on the top of the mountain melt into water, confluence into a river, washing away the red blood of the battlefield, and then surging east back to the deep blue ocean. The sea rose as a white cloud, which drifted over the mountains with the wind, and then turned into the first drops of rain and returned here.

This has been the case for many years, and the future will be no different, after all, it will be gains and losses, and in the end there will be no result. Heaven and earth are still the same heaven and earth, and they have never changed.

Xie Yundu lowered his head and stroked his sword.

Between his heart and his sword lies this eternal heavenly way.

Xie Yundu stood up straight, his hands firmly gripping the hilt of his sword like a beginner's child, and fell into deep thought.

People say that the way of heaven is ruthless. But Xie Yundu felt that this was wrong.

People say that the way of heaven regards all things as dogs, but the truth is exactly - in front of the way of heaven, is there any difference between all things and dogs?

Heaven is ruthless because it should be so ruthless.

It is not happy because of the peace of the prosperous world, nor is it polluted because of the turbidity of the world, the sky and the earth will never waver, and the living beings will not be indifferent. It treats everyone equally, always accommodating all things according to its own rules, ruthless and desireless, so stable, so balanced, so extremely powerful, so this heaven and earth can exist endlessly.

So in Xie Yundu's view, this so-called ruthlessness is where the supreme affection of heaven lies.

It's just that if you say that the Heavenly Dao is ruthless or the most affectionate, the Heavenly Dao is still that Heavenly Dao, and it will not change due to anyone's definition, and it has nothing to do with anyone. Such a heavenly way, such a sword way, is really what Xie Yundu wants?

Xie Yundu slowly raised the sword above his forehead, and his movements were firm, so that he showed a slight clumsiness.

He knew that he was far from reaching the realm of the Heavenly Dao, and even if it was another three hundred years, it would still be impossible, but in the depths of his sea of consciousness, there was a feeling of nothingness - as if he had really reached heaven and earth with his mind, and the Heavenly Dao of the Melting Sword Dao had been one, and he had swung out that fascinating supreme sword, as if he had really held the Heavenly Dao Sword and controlled the rules of the world at a certain moment......

——It is this feeling that has accompanied Xie Yundu all his life that makes him difficult to let go. Even though he had experienced so many people and things that satisfied and moved him on the path of cultivation, he still couldn't let go of the infinitely powerful Heavenly Dao.

That's why Xie Yundu came here alone. After all, he is asking for a result, an answer.

Xie Yundu closed his eyes slightly, and the five elements of the Yuan Force between heaven and earth rushed in, and the invisible and powerful qi machine haunted him.

At the same moment when the sword momentum rose, Xie Yundu's depths of the sea suddenly showed a brilliant and incomparable golden mark, which almost overwhelmed his entire consciousness in an instant—a peerless supreme sword intent swept through the void, and then penetrated the long sword in Xie Yundu's hand!

The long sword roared, and the surging sword intent was about to burst out - this was the Heavenly Dao Sword that he had been searching for for three hundred years but could not!

He was already an invincible sword cultivator in the world, but at this moment, he was far stronger than his previous self.

Although Xie Yundu couldn't understand how he understood this Heavenly Dao Sword for a while, he knew another thing - as long as he swung this sword, he could get the most powerful!

The golden mark became stronger and stronger, and even Xie Yundu's pupils faintly appeared countless golden runes, showing that he had a more mysterious and ruthless momentum, like a god of ancient legends.

In the roar of the wind and clouds, Xie Yundu's eyes were certain, and he poured the true power of his body into the sword body, and suddenly swung it down force-

The rain stopped imperceptibly, and the heavens and the earth were silent and vast.

Starting from the tip of the sword, the long sword in Xie Yundu's hand turned into powder inch by inch, and at the same time, thousands of golden runes silently spread out in the sea of knowledge.

Xie Yundu spurted out a mouthful of blood, but a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

That's right.

He didn't choose to have the Heavenly Dao Sword in the end, but-

Slash off the Heavenly Dao Sword.

He had been trapped for more than three hundred years by the illusory feeling that Heavenly Dao controlled everything, and today, he finally chose to give up.

What he wants to cultivate is a sentient sword, he affirms everything he was born as a human being, and he also cherishes his supreme nature and affection as a human being. What he wants to cultivate is the sword of the world, and what he loves is those red dust and fireworks, even if he can't let go or ask for it.

Although the Heavenly Dao Sword is good, it will not be what he Xie Yundu wants.

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While the sword and golden runes dissipated and disappeared, the reality was illusory, the memories were intertwined, and the world turned into chaos in an instant-

Xie Yundu blessed his soul in an instant, and his hands naturally joined together a seal, and he whispered: "Return to the position!"

Everything is gone.

His cheeks were filled with hot breath, and when he opened his eyes again, Xie Yundu saw the familiar Sword Seven Cage Cave Mansion again, and the big white tiger with blazing eyes that was close by.

It turned out that the world of Fang Cai and the peerless swordsman of three hundred and nineteen years were nothing more than the illusion evolution of the last obstacle of the Seven Cages of the Sword.

He slashed the Heavenly Dao Sword, and found his own sword path with a clear mind, and the seven obstacles of the sword were naturally unraveled and no longer stopped him.

Xie Yundu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, blinked, and the traces of more than three hundred years in his eyes that belonged to the illusion realm quickly melted away like ice and snow. When he raised his sword and stood up again, he had turned back into the free and easy little junior brother of Momoyama.

"Old Xie?" asked Lao Bai.

Xie Yundu slapped the dust on his body indiscriminately, looked around, gritted his teeth and smiled, and then lifted the hilt of the sword in the winter night, and slashed the barrier of the seven cages of the sword with a fierce sword.

"Let's go, let's go and play with Brother Seven!"

The old white tiger roared, and its four legs rushed out.

Xie Yundu jumped forward, jumped on the tiger's back, and pointed forward with the tip of the sword-

Momoyama is still late at night. When Xie Yundu withdrew his sword, he felt a bit of coolness. Pieces of snow white fell into the hilt of the jade-colored winter night, and it was impossible to see clearly.

It's winter.

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