Although the hair is unkempt, it is not lazy.

The ice and snow on his cheeks were still there, but there was no trace of sluggishness or drunkenness.

Yang Tianxiao suddenly tore the robe and threw it away, he stared at the flames of the robe slowly rising in the brazier, and his eyes showed emotion and pity.

"Maybe we're all the same people."

He stared at lifeless.

Wusheng had closed his eyes, as if he no longer wanted to look at this person.

Yang Qing hugged him tightly, stared at Yang Tianxiao, and was silent, and there was no need to say any more.

Yang Tianxiao stared at Yang Qing, there was no trace of drunkenness at the corner of his mouth, nor was there a trace of instability.

"You're a woman, of course you don't understand."

Yang Qing didn't understand, and she didn't move, she hugged Wusheng tightly, staring at Yang Tianxiao deadly, and there was resentment and ridicule in her eyes.

She hated this kind of people, hated this kind of deceitful, despicable methods.

So she hated Yang Tianxiao even more, "You go away, don't come near us." ”

Yang Tianxiao stared at Yang Qing, the coldness and ruthlessness inherent in his eyes of a swordsman had gradually disappeared, and he became no longer so indifferent and cold-blooded, but he became indescribably pity and sympathy.

This not only made Yang Qing feel strange, but also made herself feel strange.

Yang Qing hugged Wusheng and gently rubbed Wusheng's hair with her cheek, just rubbing it gently, and did not make any other movements.

The pity and sympathy in Yang Tianxiao's eyes slowly changed, and it became indescribable sadness and pain.

Yang Qing didn't understand, and she couldn't understand what he was going to do, but she knew that this swordsman was not a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Because a ruthless person may be able to have such emotions, and this kind of emotion is not something that everyone can have if they want to.

He must have had some experience to have such an emotion.

Yang Tianxiao stared at the brazier, moving the brazier gently, getting closer to Wusheng, but he himself was far away, not only away from Yang Qing, but also farther away from the brazier.

"You must resent me and look down on me."

Yang Qing was silent, staring at the brazier.

The flames of the brazier weren't twisting violently, but they were enough to obscure the figure behind them.

What he said was the truth, Yang Qing did look down on him now.

A real swordsman, facing the opponent in his heart, the moment of the sword duel, perhaps more than the Buddhists face the admiration and respect that comes, this is not only a ruthless and cruel duel, but also a sacred and great enjoyment.

Therefore, we must be sincere, not only in the face of the opponent in our hearts, but also in the sword in our hands.

There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who understand this truth.

Just because there are not many people who understand this truth, there are not many real swordsmen, maybe too few.

Yang Qing stared at the writhing flames, and the figure behind him was even more hazy, "If you want to kill us, do it, we won't frown." ”

After she finished speaking, she hugged Wusheng tightly in her arms, and said no more words, as if she was already waiting for death.

Death may have become less important to her at this moment, and it would not cause her pain, fear, or frown.

The weapon that can make a woman not afraid of death may only be emotion.

The figure slowly approached, "I won't kill you." ”

Yang Qing didn't understand.

He had stared at Yang Tianxiao, and suddenly wanted to find the reason from his cheek.

Yang Tianxiao stared at the sword in his hand and sighed slowly, "I still have selfish intentions, I don't want him to take risks, he has to take care of himself." ”

He said it again.

Yang Qing was shocked.

In the eyes and hearts of a true swordsman, is there only an opponent left?

He didn't want his opponent to take the risk?

Maybe he wasn't a good person, nor was he a normal person, Yang Qing stared at this incomprehensible and extremely complicated person.

He suddenly stared at Yang Qing, "I don't have anything, and I don't want to have it, but there is one thing that cannot be missing." ”

"What's that?"

"Opponent, Wusheng is my opponent." His eyes slowly brightened and cold, "I can accept nothing, but the opponent can't do without." ”

Yang Qing didn't understand, and couldn't understand, "Why?" ”

The opponent will only kill herself, and it will not bring other benefits, Yang Qing gritted her teeth and was already pondering.

"I'm alive, wouldn't it be boring if I couldn't even find an opponent? Lonely? ”

Yang Qing suddenly understood.

A swordsman has no opponent, and the torture and torment of loneliness and emptiness may not be lighter than the pain and sadness of not being able to see lifeless, and it may be more desolate and poignant.

"Half a day will pass quickly, don't resent me." He stared at Wusheng's hand, stared at the gun in Wusheng's hand, "I'd rather I die than see you die." ”

Silent without life.

The tears in Yang Qing's eyes had fallen, "You won't die, you won't die." ”

Yang Tianxiao stopped looking at them and walked outside the house, "If an opponent like you dies, I might as well be dead, I really don't know how to live that kind of day......." ”

This sentence is said very lightly, very lightly.

It was as if he was speaking to himself, and he didn't want others to hear it.

Others have not heard it, but they may have deeply felt the artistic conception in it, everything in his heart.

It's windy outside.

The cold wind was blowing, and there was no snow.

Several dead trees shook gently in the cold wind, and the snow on them was rolling down.

Yang Tianxiao squinted at the dead branches.

There are no dead leaves or snow on the dead branches, and they look extremely lonely, desolate and lonely.

But he didn't look away, for the snow on the dead branches was falling, and the sun was already shining.

He's crazy.

It's no different, you can see this kind of sunshine every day, and everyone has the opportunity and right to enjoy this light.

Cold, hazy, and without a trace of heat, as if she was a cold, helpless woman without a trace of love, extremely bleak and desolate.

He stared at it stupidly, tears already welling up on his cheeks.

Did this sunshine make him think of a woman, a woman who could not be forgotten in his heart?

Did this woman touch the pain and sorrow in his heart?

There may be only one woman who can touch the pain and sorrow in his heart, and that is his mother.

The woman got the child and got the loneliness and emptiness at the same time.

When she was lonely and empty enough to stand it and couldn't face it, she drank desperately, and then desperately went to find a man to forget the loneliness and emptiness.

But her body and screams have become forbidden places and silent voices in the rivers and lakes.

Seven major schools and four great families...... She died under her loneliness and emptiness, and that year was the most beautiful, moving, and charming time in a woman's life.

......。

He suddenly stared at the cold, merciless ice and snow in front of him, unwilling to face the sun again.

Yang Qing suddenly picked up the half jar of wine on the table and gave it to him.

He gritted his teeth, and the pain and sadness on his cheeks intensified, as if he was even more reluctant to face the wine.