The sky is clear, and a few white clouds are long.

There was no wind, and the chill was not so intense and crazy.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, straighter than the gun in his hand, and there was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, let alone a trace of pain or sadness.

There seems to be a kind of person in the world, a very special kind of person.

No amount of pain, sorrow, blow, or torture can make him succumb, much less bend his body, not even the slightest bend.

In the eyes of others, it may not be a man, it may be a god, because there is no understanding, and no one can do it without bending.

Wusheng didn't want to look at him again, his eyes stared at the sky like spears.

There are still white clouds in the sky, and the white clouds are long, is his heart weak? Has life withered away?

Xuehua didn't move, and the sword in his hand didn't move, facing Wusheng, "You are the spear god Wusheng?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"How many flowers did you kill?"

Silent without life.

He seemed reluctant to mention it, and the flowers that had passed away under the tip of the gun didn't seem to stimulate the dull pain in his heart.

"I killed you today, isn't it wronged at all?"

Silent without life.

The white clouds in the distant sky slowly change, as if they will become unintended by others at any time.

There is no wind, so the change is very slow and slow, so the naked eye seems to be able to feel the slightest vitality and passion.

"Don't you feel wronged?"

Silent without life.

It seems to be waiting, as if it is unwilling to grind its teeth.

Xuehua gritted her teeth, her hand was waved, the sword light flashed, and the screams suddenly sounded.

Blood splattered out suddenly, seven feet away.

Blood suddenly flew out of the snow, flew high, fell slowly, and landed where it flew out.

There was no wind, so there was no fluttering, and there was no rocking.

Blood fell, washing the ice and snow out of a hole, revealing a pair of bloody eyes, revealing indescribable resentment, unwillingness, and disbelief.

He didn't believe that he would die and that he would be killed.

How can a murderer die under someone else's sword?

The tip of the sword was closer to Wusheng, and drops of blood fell from the blade of the sword and fell to the snow, turning into plum blossoms, which looked attractive, bright and charming.

The lifeless stone statue was motionless, its empty eyes had retracted from the sky, staring at the plum blossoms on the ground, "You won't kill me." ”

Xuehua gritted her teeth, and the blood on the tip of the sword still didn't have a trace of chaos, still dripping slowly.

His hands were still steady and cold.

What about his people? Isn't it cold too?

A great swordsman has absolutely no emotion, let alone emotion, because there will be no place for other things in his heart.

There is only a sword in the heart.

It is also the sword in his hand, and the sword is his life, and it is also the courage and confidence of his life.

Does such a person have feelings?

Wusheng stared and poked his hand and his sword, "You don't have killing intent, and you won't stretch out killing intent to me, so you won't kill me, and you can't kill me." ”

Xuehua was silent, and the corners of her mouth were already twitching, "How do you know?" ”

Silent without life.

The blood on the tip of the sword had dripped away, without a trace of blood, and it looked even colder and colder in the sun.

The sword "ding" into the sheath, and the person has drifted not far away.

Wusheng sighed and walked towards Yang Qing, walking very slowly, but still very stable and calm, and there was no trace of bending in his body.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, her chest was already rising and falling violently, the thrilling sword just now had disappeared, her heart, her soul, seemed to be shaking under the residual power of that sword.

Liu ecstasy stared not far away.

Not far away, the sword light flashed, the cage was broken, and the snowflakes slowly carried the snow eagle out, walked towards the willow ecstasy, and approached the willow ecstasy.

Liu ecstasy did not move, nor did he speak.

She was completely stunned, they looked exactly the same, they were all the same there.

They differ in the fact that one is alive and the other is dead; One holds a sword, the other a bamboo stick.

Xuehua faced Liu Ecstasy and was silent, they hadn't met once, they didn't know each other, and they didn't have any grudges.

But a look of resentment, resentment, and resentment had risen on his cheeks.

Willow stared at the snowflakes, delicate, pitying, and sympathetic.

Xuehua gritted her teeth and suddenly faced Wusheng, "You're right, I don't have killing intent towards you, and I won't have killing intent, so I ........" ”

He didn't finish his words, and he walked away without his head and walked towards Changxuan.

Changxuan was still burning, and they walked in slowly, and they walked in, as if they were returning home, a place where there were no grievances and no rivers and lakes.

Their bodies gradually became hazy and blurry, but they could be vaguely seen hugging each other, silently not moving.

The snowflakes caressed the snow eagle's hair, and the snow-white hair gradually became hazy, everything became hazy, hazy like a dream.

No matter what kind of dream it is, for them, it is a dark dream, because they can't see anything, everything is pitch black.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if his mind had drifted into that dream that he could not recall.

He faced the Snow Eagle, and the Snow Eagle faced him.

He asked Snow Eagle, "Why did you choose a bamboo stick as a weapon?" ”

Snow Eagle smiled, "The stick is long and can protect you." ”

He laughed in disbelief, but he had to believe it.

Because there are a lot of poisonous snakes around him, and the sword in his hand is too short, and only a stick can drive away poisonous snakes.

While he was asleep, the stick was still chasing the viper.

It's not just a story, it's also a sibling emotion.

......。

He chose the sword as a weapon because the sword can kill.

Snow Eagle chose bamboo sticks as weapons because bamboo sticks can protect people.

Xuehua stared at the sword in his hand, and suddenly waved, the sword light flashed, and the sword had come out of his hand and flew out far away.

He also took the bamboo stick from Snow Eagle's hand, and then they held each other with both hands, forever.

They had only hands in their hands, no swords, and no bamboo sticks.

They will not kill people in the future, and they will not protect people again.

The sword flashed, and it sank into the snow, and a person suddenly jumped up screaming, and then slowly fell, falling motionless.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at Changxuan, and slowly walked towards Changxuan.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged him, and a terrible feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, that ominous feeling.

"You don't go."

Wusheng nodded.

Liu ecstasy stared at Changxuan, his eyes revealing indescribable pity and sympathy, "They ......." ”

Wusheng caressed her body, "They're home. ”

Liu was silent, her body twitching slightly, as if she had been shocked by this reality.

Wusheng sighed, "There were no murderers or guardians in that place where they went. ”

Liu ecstasy nodded.

Maybe only the rivers and lakes can have people who kill people, and only the rivers and lakes can have people who protect them.

Two similar people, two different choices, two different weapons, two different lives.

But with the same ending.

The snow white had gradually disappeared, and the flames had gradually become less intense, as if there was no passion, no initial impulse.

Staring and poking at the gradually obscure figure like a lifeless stone statue, it gradually became blurred, and sighed deeply, as if it was already sentimental about something.

Yang Qing caressed the wound on the lifeless body, the bloody wound glistening in the firelight, as if blood would pop out at any moment.

"Are they brothers?"

Silent without life.

Liu Ecstasy nodded.

"None of them can see."

Liu ecstasy nodded.

"But how can they be more careful than people with eyes?"

Liu Yiling nodded, "Yes, they can't see with their eyes, but they can see clearly in their hearts, maybe better than anyone else." ”

She stared at the motionless white-clothed ninja, the sword on her body was still there, motionless and obliquely inserted into her body, as if she seemed extremely lonely and lonely.

The sword didn't move, but what about the hand on the hilt?

Whoever sees the sword will think of the master who holds the sword, because the master who holds the sword does not give his own thoughts to the sword, but also dedicates his spirit to the way of the sword.

That's why the sword looks different, that's why it looks lonely and lonely.

That kind of loneliness and loneliness is not just to look at with the naked eye, but also to look carefully with the heart, not only to see but also to understand, in order to feel the unique loneliness and loneliness in it.

Do you miss your master very much? Miss that hand?

A calm, stable and powerful hand, only that hand can make oneself calmer, more stable and stronger.

Wusheng walked over to the sword, lightly touched the hilt, and closed his eyes.

Yang Qing didn't understand, staring at Liu.

Liu Ecstasy smiled, "You can't understand what he's doing?" ”

Yang Qing nodded, "I really don't understand." ”

Liu ecstasy stared at the sword, slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about the owner holding the sword, "That sword has life." ”

Yang Qing didn't understand it even more.

How can a sword have life? How can it be the same as people?

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing and smiled, "That's not an ordinary mortal iron. ”

Yang Qing was silent and didn't understand, staring at Liu's ecstasy mouth, waiting for her to open and speak.

Liu Yishen smiled, and a faint sadness had floated on his face, "The master who holds the sword is sincere in killing, and has dedicated all his soul and spirit to that sword. ”

This sentence sounds a bit mysterious, not only a bit mysterious, but also a little frightening and unsettling.

Yang Qing nodded, already staring at Wusheng, but Wusheng was staring and poking at the sword.

Wusheng's hand lightly touched the hilt of the sword, and then slowly retracted, as if he didn't want to touch it anymore.

Did he already feel the loneliness and loneliness of the sword? Do you know the pain and the taste of suffering? This taste of pain and torment may be more intense and crazy than that of a girl in lovesickness, and it is also more true and pure.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy, "I understand, you mean that the sword already has emotions?" ”

Liu Ecstasy nodded and smiled.

"What kind of emotion is that?"

"It is the unique emotion of the sword to the master, and it is also the only emotion."

"His master is dead, has it felt it?"

"Yes, not only do I feel it, but I feel it sadly and painfully."

"Then if I choose it, will I be able to alleviate its pain?"

Liu was silent.

She seemed to be taken aback by the words, but slowly shook her head.

Would a loyal maiden not choose another man, a sword that gives spirit and soul? Will you choose another host?

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy, as if she was waiting for her to continue.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing, "You can go and give it a try." ”

Yang Qing walked over and picked up the sword, and the blood on the tip of the sword slowly dripped down, not staining a single blood.

It is easy for anyone to see that this is a good sword, a rare good sword in the world.

She was already smiling, smiling and staring at Willow Ecstasy. "I succeeded, so does it recognize me as its master?"

The sword "ding" broke, and suddenly broke into two pieces and fell on the snow.

Wusheng opened his eyes, staring and poking at the sword, as if he was already regretting.

Yang Qing caressed the lifeless body, "You won't blame me, right?" ”

Wusheng sighed deeply, his eyes were already staring at and poking Changxuan like a spear, "I have only heard of the death of the sword in the world, and very few people have died of the sword. ”

Maybe there are too few people who are willing to be honest with the sword and obsessed with the sword.

The sword had shattered with the departure of its master.

Yang Qing stared at the broken sword, "What a sword with affection and righteousness, this makes people in the sword, if the person dies, the sword will also die." ”