The man is dead, the sword is broken.

The white clouds on the horizon floated over, and they didn't stop for a moment, drifting into the distance, drifting into the far distance.

Are you reluctant to stop? Does it rain as soon as it stops? Will you be touched and tormented by the sorrow and pain here?

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, staring and poking at the sky like a stone statue, white clouds drifted by, leaving nothing, looking extremely lonely and empty.

There are many people in the world who use the sword as a companion and live and die with the sword, how much can the sword in the world be accompanied by and live and die with others?

Wusheng sighed deeply, and gradually closed his eyes, as if he was unwilling to face this sword.

It was as if he had closed his eyes, reminiscing about the life inside the sword, a bleak and sad life.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, staring at the stone statue-like cheeks without a trace of emotion, as if there was emotion, as if it was not as hard and indifferent as a stone statue, this kind of emotion may not be seen with the naked eye, and it cannot be understood with the naked eye.

She stood quietly in front of him, unwilling to disturb him.

Whatever he's doing, he has his own reasons.

Liu Ecstasy walked over, picked up the two severed swords, and stared carefully.

Yang Qing didn't understand, "What are you looking at?" ”

Liu Ecstasy looked at it very carefully, very seriously, as if she didn't care about what she said?

The blood on the tip of the sword was still there, dripping down, drop by drop, not fast, and nothing special.

So Yang Qing is very strange.

There was no wind, and it was dripping slowly, but it was finally dripping.

Suddenly there were sword marks on the tip of the sword, bloody blood marks, this sword should not have blood marks, now there are.

Is the life of the sword gone? Or is the soul of the sword broken?

Liu Ecstasy also closed her eyes, as if she was quietly pitying and sympathizing with the pain and sorrow of the sword, and her hand touched the edge of the break lightly, only lightly.

The muscles in her face twitched slightly, trembling slightly.

Did she already feel something?

Yang Qing stared at the expression of gradual pain, not only with a look of concern, "Did it stab you?" ”

She took Liu's ecstatic hand away and blew it, but there was not a trace of blood, and her hand was not punctured.

Since the hand is not punctured, why is it so painful?

Had she fully touched the grief and grief of the sword over the death of her master? A man can shed tears when he mourns and grieves, but what about the sword?

What can a sword flow out of?

The sword can't.

The sword is incompetent, the sword has no tears, the sword has gone mad, the sword has gone mad.

Therefore the sword is broken, and the sword is broken forever.

Wordless fracture, ruthless shattering, isn't its loyalty already resounding? Has his chastity not been extinguished?

There is not a single tear, perhaps more true and moving than all the tears in heaven and earth.

The blood marks on the tip of the sword have dried up and shrunk, and Liu Ecstasy still hasn't let go, without a trace of letting go.

Changxuan was still burning, but there was no trace of passion or pleasure, delicate, weak and extremely tired, and tired.

The two of them had turned into a pile of dry bones, a pile of dry bones without a trace of flesh and blood, but it was vaguely seen that the two people were tightly connected, and they would never be separated, and no one could separate them.

The two hands have been tightly pressed together, and who can see that the past of those hands has held the few sharp weapons in the rivers and lakes?

Wusheng stared at Liu Ecstasy's cheek, took another severed sword, and lightly stabbed Liu Ecstasy's hand.

Yang Qing didn't understand, staring at Liu's ecstasy cheeks, the painful color on her cheeks had gradually disappeared, and it had gradually passed.

Liu ecstasy opened his eyes and stared at lifeless, delicate, ecstasy, and kind.

"I just ......."

Wusheng caressed the two strands of soft hair on her chest, and the soft hair also became gentle and affectionate, "Were you admiring the sword just now?" ”

Liu ecstasy nodded.

"Isn't this sword special?"

"Yes."

"Is there an emotion?"

"Yes."

"Then this sword is not a good sword."

Liu ecstasy didn't understand and didn't speak.

"The sword is originally a sharp weapon, once it is amorous, it loses the edge of the sword itself, and it is difficult to improve the sword realm."

Liu ecstasy didn't understand, he had never heard of such a statement.

Is it true that once the sword has emotion, it will lose its original purpose? Losing the value of existence?

The existence of the sword is to kill people, not for anything else, but also to drink blood, and the edge and sword intent on the blade of the sword may only be completely satisfied with blood, and can become more cold and ruthless.

Perhaps that's why there is a scabbard.

Wusheng stared and poked at the severed sword, "The sword has no way, the sword will only kill, nothing else." ”

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, staring at the truncated sword, "Isn't that ruthless?" No morality? ”

"Yes." Wusheng stroked the spear in his palm, the pitch-black spear did not move, and did not move at all, "The sword has no way, because the sword is ruthless." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, she doesn't like to be ruthless, she likes to be affectionate, she likes to be amorous, the more the better, the more gentle the better.

She lowered her head, as if she was already pondering, as if she was savoring the meaning of the sentence.

Is the appearance of the sword the root of ruthlessness?

If the unsheathed sword has love, it becomes not cold-blooded and calm enough, and the unsheathed sword that is not cold-blooded and calm enough is not very sad?

So it is with the sword, and so it is with man.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng's hand and the gun in his hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

Is that hand also ruthless? That's why it's so stable, so calm.

What about guns?

Isn't it more ruthless, and there is no trace of emotion.

Yang Qing gently approached the broken sword to the head of the spear, as if he wanted to prove something.

The severed sword suddenly snapped again, and with a "ding" sound, it seemed to be a desolate, sad wolf hiss, crisp, short and direct.

Yang Qing was startled, as if this was exactly what she thought in her heart.

Once an unsheathed sword has emotion, it becomes fragile and can be easily broken.

What about people?

Is it true that amorous people can also become vulnerable easily? Easy to die?

An amorous person will never wield a merciless sword, but will die under the sword of others, and die under a merciless sword.

Perhaps because of this, there are not many amorous people.

Yang Qing stared at the broken broken sword, but her heart was full of warmth, because she had already felt affection.

Only affection can give oneself courage and confidence.

Wusheng caressed her cheek and let out a long sigh.

Yang Qing stared at the remnant sword in his palm, and did not move away for a moment, as if he had been attracted by that kind of affection.

"Is there a swordsman who is both amorous and long-lived?"

"Amorous swordsman?"

Yang Qing stared at the corners of Wusheng's mouth, and the corners of his mouth that didn't move seemed to be like a stone statue that wouldn't open.

His eyes were already fixed and poked at the dry bones that were tightly hugging each other, but he did not speak.

Yang Qing stared at the dry bones, as if she was already sighing softly.

Isn't Xuehua a swordsman, a swordsman among swordsmen?

He is amorous, so he is dead.

The sword is amorous, so the sword is broken.

Is it true that once a swordsman is amorous, he will die?

Sometimes you don't need someone else to kill you, and you end your life, no matter what the reason? They don't live long.

The snowflakes are like this, the same is true of the sword in the hand, and the swordsmen in the world may be like this.

Perhaps it is because of their short life that they appear brilliant and brilliant, and they make people nostalgic and reminisce.

Yang Qing stared at the remnant sword, tears had flowed out of his eyes, as if he had been touched by the encounter with the remnant sword, and the tears had rolled down to the remnant sword, and the blood stains of the remnant sword had gradually been washed away and became clean.

She shed tears, perhaps not for Xuehua alone and a sword, but for the many amorous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

Tears for those who are dead, who are not dead, or who are struggling in love.

Because they need happiness so much, they need happiness so much.

Yang Qing held Wusheng's arm tightly, his arm was calm, stable and hard, without a trace of change, like a stone statue.

"Since amorous will die quickly, you still don't want to be amorous, the colder yours are, the better, so that I will see you every day, and then my heart will be satisfied."

She didn't say this sentence, but it had fluctuated countless times in her heart.

This is true for swords, and so it is for guns.

Wusheng caressed Yang Qing's back, and there was still a residual strength of excessive sadness and excessive pain on his back, which did not disappear for a long time, and did not subside for a long time.

Yang Qing stared at the remnant sword, her eyes had become blurry and hazy, "Can you take this remnant sword away?" ”

"If the sword has love, it should have a home."

Yang Qing didn't understand, so she was silent, waiting for Wusheng to continue.

"Its destination is the original owner, not you."

Yang Qing nodded.

She picked up all the broken swords, but they were taken away by Lifeless, who turned around like a stone statue, staring and poking at the dry bones that were tightly hugged.

Changxuan's burning has gradually subsided, the passion seems to have been over-sublimated, and the pleasure of excitement has disappeared.

The heat inside is still there, enough to hurt flesh and blood.

Walking in like a lifeless stone statue, Yang Qing held his cloak tightly, did not speak, and his eyes showed concern and panic.

He turned slowly and stroked her cheek, caressing the concern and panic on her cheek.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, everything will be fine."

Yang Qing didn't let go, she held it tightly, as if she didn't want to let go.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing's hands, smiled softly, and gently put down those hands full of emotion.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy, staring at the cheeks that were always delicate, amorous, kind and ecstasy, without a trace of change, she was already smiling softly and shaking her head gently.

"Why are you?"

Liu Ecstasy's voice is even more delicate, affectionate, and kind, and her voice seems to be afraid that she will hurt others and anyone. "He's a man, and he has his own way of doing things."

Yang Qing didn't understand and didn't speak.

"Do you know why he stabbed me?"

Yang Qing didn't know, so she didn't say anything.

"Because my heart hurt so much, so painful."

Yang Qing stared at the bleeding hand, "Wouldn't this be more painful?" ”

Liu Ecstasy smiled and shook his head, "No, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

Yang Qing didn't understand, couldn't understand.

Liu smiled delicately, laughing as if he was very weak, and the powerless seemed to fall down and die at any time. "Because my heart hurts, that's why he stabbed my hand."

Yang Qing's eyes gradually lit up, "I understand." ”

Liu Ecstasy smiled, laughing very happily, "You really understand? ”

"I really get it." Yang Qing smiled cheerfully.

Liu Yiling smiled and caressed Yang Qing's cheeks, tears were still on her cheeks, and the sadness gradually disappeared and became a little cheerful.

"Tell me about it."

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, who stood upright like a stone statue and walked towards Changxuan like a stone statue.