The sky is forested, and the wind and snow are long.

His back drooped lower, as if he were going to fall down at any moment.

The sword in the palm of his hand is not a failure, but it is more tragic than a failure.

What he mourns is not victory and defeat, let alone life and death, and the wind and snow on the horizon are more cruel and vicious.

What was it that made him so lifeless all of a sudden? Even the flowers in the ice and snow did not wither and wither as wildly and quickly as he did.

Liu ecstasy stared at the hazy backs of their departure, gradually blurred, but vaguely with a poignant and heartbreaking sadness.

She lowered her head and stared at the cold, hard earth.

The earth is merciless, and what could be more merciless than the earth?

She stroked her soft hair, and suddenly raised her head to stare at the sky.

It's the years.

Isn't the years more merciless? More ruthless than the earth? More cold-blooded? More vicious? More cruel?

Liu Ecstasy suddenly understood everything.

Although he was not defeated this time, it was more painful and sad than defeat, and death did not make him feel frightened and desolate.

Maybe what can make them frightened and desolate is the years, the years are lovely, the years are long, the years are ruthless, and the years are cold-blooded.

He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't improve his swordsmanship, and he didn't think about it at all, the sword in his hand might only be used as a crutch, and he couldn't dominate the world, smiling proudly, that kind of happiness and enmity, a sword out of the sheath, blood splashed seven steps, leaving a name in the snow,......, all of this will disappear, and he can't go back.

A person who has dedicated his life and spirit to the way of the sword, if he can't enjoy the pleasure and excitement of the sword at any time in life, isn't it very lonely and empty? Isn't it torture? Is it a bleakness?

What could be more sad than the twilight of a swordsman?

The people have disappeared, and the snow trails along the way have gradually been covered by the merciless and indifferent ice and snow.

The delicate, feeble pity and sympathy on Liu Pin's cheeks gradually froze and froze.

She turned slowly, and saw a hint of fear and desolation on the eagle's cheeks.

He wasn't stupid and he was kind, so God wouldn't have made him think about it.

Willow Ecstasy caressed the snow that was drifting from his body, stared at his stiff and strange cheeks, and sighed secretly.

Perhaps he was completely shocked by that scene, his heart, his soul, still in it and could not be separated from it, and he was trapped by that scene.

The wine eagle suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Liu Ecstasy, seeing her so concerned about himself, he couldn't help but gasp, "I'm fine." ”

Liu Ecstasy nodded and smiled.

She walked towards Wusheng and stared at the purple sun.

"You've been wanting to duel with him for a long time?"

Ziyang nodded in acknowledgement.

"But now that you see him, you don't want to duel him?"

He suddenly turned around and faced the willow ecstasy, staring at the delicate and weak body, which was already shaking gently in the cold wind, like a beautiful and fresh flower, pitiful but tenaciously standing delicate.

Ziyang nodded slowly.

He didn't just admit what she said, he recognized her as a person.

"Because you don't want to kill the elderly, and you don't want to fight the wounded."

Ziyang was silent.

"You don't want the blood of a wounded person in your sheath, no matter who you are? Even if it's your own father-killing enemy, isn't it? ”

Ziyang stared coldly at Liu Ecstasy, as if he wanted to find something in her eyes.

"You're disappointed, but you're not disappointed, are you?"

Ziyang was silent.

Neither denied nor admitted.

He couldn't figure out how the master of the parting spell could be so keen, extremely sensitive to everything.

Maybe their gang owners are all the same, and they all have to have this ability, which is not only the ability to survive individually, but also the ability to survive as an organization.

A piece of ice and snow slowly withered from the corner of her eyes, as if withering was her sorrow and pain, "You are disappointed because Wusheng is seriously injured and cannot fight you in a duel." ”

Ziyang was silent.

Liu ecstasy stared at the sword in his palm.

The ice and snow are long, and the lonely, old hilt of the sword has gradually been covered with ice and snow, and there is no sword spike.

"If you kill him, you won't get a trace of pleasure, and your reputation will be damaged in the rivers and lakes, won't you?"

This sentence surprised Yang Qing and also made Jiuying surprised.

He really didn't expect that Liu Ecstasy, who had always been delicate and powerless, but always with pity and sympathy, would say such a thing.

But he firmly believes that Liu Ecstasy must have his own troubles when he says such a thing.

Liu Yi's delicate and weak gaze did not take away from the sword for a moment, "Even if you shoot now, you may not be able to kill him, because you are not sure that you can escape that shot, right?" ”

Ziyang was silent, staring coldly at the hand, the gun.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

That hand was still extremely calm, extremely stable, mysterious, strangely calm, steady.

He couldn't figure out why there was such a hand on a person's body.

Where does the strength of that hand come from?

Is it emotion? Is hatred born? Or is it the innate strength of the duelist?

She wasn't wrong, not at all, because that hand was not the hand that a human should have, as if it had been blessed by heaven, and it could swing a fatal shot at any time, a shot that could not be escaped.

"You're not disappointed, because you've met me? Isn't it? ”

Ziyang suddenly stared at Liu Ecstasy.

Liu Ecstasy was already smiling, smiling like a flower about to wither and wither in the cold wind, as if it would fall down and die at any moment. "Are you all already hunting me down?"

Ziyang nodded, acknowledging.

"You also know that the parting curse has put down the butcher's knife and no longer kills innocents, don't you?"

Ziyang nodded, "But it's ......." ”

Liu Ecstasy suddenly interrupted him, "But you still have to hunt and kill, because the dead can't die in vain, can they?" ”

Ziyang was silent.

"Yes, the blood debt must be washed away with blood, but what about those in the parting spell? If they die, can't they die in vain? ”

Ziyang was silent.

"But what about the people in the parting spell, some of them did not kill innocents indiscriminately, and they did not like to kill, did they die in vain? Isn't it desolate to be slaughtered by the sword of you famous and decent people? Miserable? ”

Ziyang was silent, as if he was speechless.

"You're not here just for lifelessness, but for me, for me, the master of the heinous parting curse, the Great Devil, isn't you?"

Ziyang stared at her coldly, the bloodshot roots on his eyes had turned red, as if they had been completely dyed red by a kind of anger.

"You came here and wanted to bring me back, didn't you?"

Ziyang gasped, "Yes, I came here for you, to bring you back." ”

He stared at the sky, and the sky was forested.

"Take you back and punish you with capital punishment, to shake the morality of the rivers and lakes, and to release the justice of the rivers and lakes, this is the consistent style of the seven major schools and the four great families, and this time is no exception, you will never be able to escape."

The smile on Liu Ecstasy's cheeks was even stronger, more heartbreaking, heart-wrenching, and sad, "Okay, if you take me back, then can you spare everyone in the parting spell?" ”

Ziyang was silent.

Because he can't, it's not that he can't let go, but he can't call the shots.

This matter is not something that can be decided by one person or one gang, but by a bunch of gangs.

Wusheng's eyes suddenly stared at and poked Ziyang, as if they wanted to poke him to death on the ground.

"You're a swordsman?"

Ziyang stared at Wusheng, "I'm a swordsman." ”

"You have a sword in your hand at this time?"

"Yes, I have a sword in my hand at this time."

"Then your sword can be unsheathed, my gun is eager to be seen."

Ziyang stared coldly at his hand, his hand didn't move, and the gun didn't move.

The cold wind was blowing, and the ice and snow had slowly melted on that hand, miraculously turning into ice water, slowly dripping from the tip of the spear, dripping very slowly.

Drop by drop, as if there was no hurry.

Ziyang stared at the drop of ice water, and the corners of his eyes suddenly trembled slightly.

The drops of ice water seem to be saliva, the saliva of a gun.

It seems to have been in the midst of loneliness and emptiness, and it has been violently demanding, wanting.

It seems that I want to possess the blood and excitement all the time, and enjoy the pleasure and joy of the body.

The gun didn't move, only the saliva moved.

The cold wind knife cut his hand like a knife, and the green tendons on the hand holding the sword suddenly floated.

The hand suddenly moved.

The sword did not move, and there were no hands on the hilt.

He sighed deeply, suddenly took out a delicate locket from his arms, and stared quietly for a long time before he walked towards Wusheng, completely entering Wusheng.

The box had been opened, and there was only one shiny pill inside.

The aroma of the pill has fluttered, indescribably attractive and fragrant.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and there was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, even less emotion than ice and snow.

The empty one has stared at the sky, there are no white clouds in the sky, no sunlight, only cold and ruthless.

The icy and merciless cold wind fluttered, and the cold trembling between heaven and earth became more violent and crazy.

The figure had faded away, in the cold, merciless wind.

Yang Qing kept jumping and shaking, and she vaguely remembered the words left in the distant wind.

"If you don't pay respect, a pill, wash the marrow and nourish the mind, help the internal strength, purify the poison and relax the tendons,......。"

Is this true? Yang Qing kept staring at this elixir, as if she was crazy, is there really such an elixir in the world?

Her body trembled everywhere, but her hands didn't shake at all, and she didn't dare to shake.

Now she knows how difficult it is to have a stable pair of hands.

Wusheng sighed deeply, and suddenly turned around like a stone statue and stared at Liu's ecstasy.

Liu Ecstasy had lowered his head, and two strands of soft hair kept undulating on his chest, as if he was extremely painful and sad.

Wusheng caressed the two strands of hair, caressing the pain and sadness in her heart, "Are you wrong about people like him?" ”

Liu ecstasy nodded.

She seemed to be ashamed of the scene just now, and secretly blamed herself for her mistakes.

Wusheng sighed longer, "You are not mistaken, you are not wrong at all. ”

Liu Ecstasy raised his head and stared at the lifeless cheeks, which were already covered with ice and snow as hard, calm, and steady as a stone statue.

The color of pity and sympathy in her eyes was even stronger, and the ice and snow on her cheeks had been wiped away, but the pity and sympathy had not faded.

Liu ecstasy didn't understand.

"You're not wrong at all, because he's a member of the sect and has to pay attention to everything."

"What's the point?"

"Be particular about everything." Wusheng stared and poked at the distance where he left, there was only wind and snow in the distance, the ruthless and indifferent wind and snow, "They are not very comfortable alive." ”

Liu was silent.

"The people in their sect have to follow the rules and follow the rules in everything, but in fact, they are very pitiful."

Liu was silent.

"When they live, they also have a lot of troubles and sadness, as well as a lot of helplessness and boredom."

Liu ecstasy stared at Wusheng delicately, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"They also have a lot of involuntary suffering, he wants to kill me, but he can't kill me who is injured, and he doesn't want to let others kill me."

"Isn't it a glamorous thing to kill you?"

"Yes, no matter which sect in the rivers and lakes, as long as you kill me, it will bring glory to your own sect, and it will also make other sects more respectful."

"So to show your majesty? And the strength? ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Yes, they sometimes live for the fame, fortune and majesty that they can't see or touch, but these are actually nothing."

"But when people live, they have to pursue something, so that they can have the joy of living and enjoy living."

This sentence was not said by Liu Yisoul, but by Yang Tianxiao, who was already staring at Wusheng, staring at his cheeks without a trace of emotion, as if it was very strange.

Why does a person have no emotions?

Without emotion is not easily tired and easily tired.

It's like a dish that has no taste, isn't it hard to swallow?

"Yes." Wusheng turned around and stared at his cheeks, which were covered with an indescribable haggard and shabby that had been lost by the passage of time, like the sword in his hand.

It is easy to give birth to pity and sympathy, but also to fear and terror.

Yang Tianxiao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance.

"That's my home." When he arrived home, his eyes revealed an indescribable sadness and pain.

A kind of grief and pain that penetrates deep into the body and penetrates into the bone marrow.

Yang Qing imagined what Yang Tianxiao's home looked like, wasn't it gorgeous? Very rich? Impressive?

She smiled, because whatever it was, it must be extremely warm and comfortable.

No matter what kind of prodigal son is, there are times when he is tired of wandering, and he will also be tired and powerless in the cold, merciless wind and snow, and then he will think of his home.

Yang Qing had closed his eyes, quietly imagining his home, and quietly thinking about the warmth and sweetness that could bring him warmth.

Maybe it's warmer, sweeter, and better than she imagined.

When the gentle wife saw him enter the door, she hurriedly took the dust, caressed the tiredness and toil on his body that had been drowning in ice and snow and wind cold for a long time, gently pulled him to the bedside, and brought him the hot porridge to warm his body, so that the vitality of his body was more invigorated and excited, and then he moved the table to his side, full of delicate and extremely healthy side dishes, a pot of medicinal wine that had been soaked for a long time was poured into the cup, and when he took a sip of the stomach, his face would become red and his neck would become thick, just when his face floated seven points of drunkenness and three points of strength, His wife would fall into his arms with a coquettish smile, greeting him about his toil and pain along the way, and telling him about his lovesickness and loneliness,......。

Isn't this a sacred place in the hearts of most men?

The ice and snow were more violent, vicious, ferocious, and cold-blooded in the cold wind.

Yang Qing finally saw his home, the imaginary table, and the dust hanging on the wall.

It was all what she imagined, and nothing less.

But he silently left tears, and wordless tears may be more heartbreaking, poignant, and chilling than crying.

There was not a single person in the old, vicissitudes of the courtyard, only snow.

The cold, merciless ice and snow gradually submerged his warm and sweet home.

There are a few bright plum blossoms standing in the courtyard, which are so beautiful that they are really lonely, empty, heartbreaking and heart-wrenching.

It all came so suddenly, and it was so surprising.

There was no food or wine on the table, only snow and ice, thick ice and snow, thick like the quilt she imagined, the soft quilt that covered their bodies.

There was no quilt on the bed, and there was no wife.

This is hell, the hell that makes the prodigal son lonely and empty, the hell that breaks down and despairs.

The tears in my eyes gradually became more and more crazy.

Yang Tianxiao's eyes already showed apologies, an indescribable apology.

"This is my home."

There was no one in his home, only thick ice and snow, and Liu ecstasy stared at his home, and the pity and sympathy in his eyes were even more intense.

It was as if it was a kind mother, concerned about the prodigal son who came back outside.

She stared at Yang Tianxiao slowly, and said delicately, "Your home is very good, we all like it." ”

Yang Tianxiao tried to squeeze out a smile in his eyes, but he was frozen and frozen to death by the cold, merciless chill.

Liu ecstasy walked delicately into the house, which was very spacious, very shabby, and even more lonely.

Yang Qing now knows why he didn't go home, and he would rather be a prodigal son, a rootless prodigal son.

In the days of wandering in the ice and snow, the sadness may only be understood and understood by himself, and those who do not worry about clothing or drink cannot understand how bleak and sad the artistic conception is.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

There was not a trace of emotion in the empty eyes, nor the tiredness, disgust, and boredom of the prodigal son's body.

He gently wiped the tears rolling on Yang Qing's cheeks, and stared at her quietly, as if he was feeling sad for her.

Because she was a prodigal son, she was forced to become a prodigal son, a prodigal son without roots.

Her home was even more miserable because he watched her restaurant be destroyed and its people flee in all directions.

Wusheng sighed deeply and was silent.

He was speechless, a wordless stare that was perhaps more genuine and heartwarming than a thousand words.

He caressed her body.

Yang Qing raised her head and stared at Wusheng's cheeks, why did ruthless cheeks always do things that made people angry.

Especially women who have been tormented by loneliness and emptiness for a long time can give birth to emotions, strong and crazy emotions.

She smiled suddenly, and laughed very cheerfully, with great joy.

Maybe a woman who doesn't have loneliness and emptiness in her heart can have such a smile.

"I'm fine, just ......."

"Just what?"

Yang Qingjiao smiled and put the box in his hand, ran to the house, and cleaned it.