Drifting away like a light smoke.

The snow-white monster is far away, and the extremely resentful and resentful words in the soft wind have gradually disappeared, but the resentment is still there.

If a person's grievances are too excited, too passionate, is it easy to be contagious even if they are soft and windy?

Wusheng suddenly stood at the fork in the road, staring and poking at these two roads.

One is the long street, which is wide and smooth, and if you look closely, you can see the smoke wafting and the crowds of people.

The other is the ancient road, lonely and dilapidated, even if it is soft and low, soft, it cannot fade a trace of gloomy and weird.

Did this ancient road drown too many lonely and lonely bodies before it became impossible to release its true colors? Can't absorb tenderness?

Fluttershy jumps down and stomps on the soft dirt.

The reason why the soil is so soft is because it is covered by snow and ice, and the soft emotions on the face may be even more so.

Fluttershy touches the soft soil softly, and a cheerful and mysterious smile gradually appears, and the pain and fear on her face have quietly faded.

She laughed, his gaze already on the field, vast, green and full of life, "Do you know what is in that field?" ”

Silent without life.

His gaze had drifted over, staring at the green color.

"That's leeks?" Fluttershy laughs.

"It's not."

"It's not a leek, what's that?"

"It's a wheat field."

"Wheat?"

"Yes, that's a wheat field."

Fluttershy laughs and grabs Lifeless' hand as she walks to the wheat field behind her.

She smiled and stared at the vast wheat field, with a few tall and tall ancient trees standing in the middle.

The cloak fluttered softly, and his body stood like a stone statue.

Fluttershy touches the soft, life-like Mai Miao, and her eyes look distressed, "Do you know this very well?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"You know what it's in, too?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Why do you say that after the snow and ice, why did it not wither? Instead more energetic? ”

"Ice and snow don't succumb to it, it only makes it more alive."

"Isn't this like a catastrophe, if a snake wants to turn into a dragon, it must go through a heavenly tribulation?"

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

Isn't it the same with the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes? If you want to become stronger, you have to go through the painful and torturous path of loneliness and hardship, and you have to go through endless experience and hard training, and this is a fact that cannot be changed.

If you want to climb the peak, the only way is to experience the lonely and rugged road, this road may be really disgusting and boring, maybe you will keep falling on the road, keep struggling, keep bleeding, maybe you will be ridiculed, ridiculed, and even insulted by many people, and maybe you will encounter more sadness and sadness, but at the moment of success, when you enjoy the fun and pleasure there, you will find that all kinds of sadness and painful experiences you have paid before have been compensated and completely compensated.

Fluttershy stares at the soft sun, who is already soft, and her body is softer.

There was no tenderness in his body, hard, steady and gentle.

She smiled and stuck to it, leaning against the stone statue-like body, "Tell me, the gangs in the rivers and lakes, if they want to select important people, is it very strict?" A lot of convenience to consider? ”

Wusheng nodded.

"What about the Demon Cult?"

Silent without life.

He didn't seem to want to mention it, and the things and people in it didn't seem to interest him in the slightest.

"If the Demon Sect Leader takes office, will he also be like that snake, if he wants to become a dragon, he will have to accept the Heavenly Tribulation?"

Silent without life.

"I've heard this story from ponies."

"What else did he say?"

"He said that it was a divine calamity, and he must go through it, otherwise he would not be the sect leader."

Silent without life.

"It's hard to convince the public, it's hard to have a deterrent effect within the church, it's hard to control the power of the people, isn't it?"

Silent without life.

He suddenly turned around like a stone statue, and stared at the end of the long street, where a group of people had already walked over.

Snow-white filial piety clothes, holding white filial piety sticks in both hands, and the music behind is sad and sad,......。

Their expressions were even more sad and grieved, and the eyes of the dozen or so women in the middle were already swollen with tears, but there were still tears floating in them.

Wusheng suddenly walked over.

The pedestrian slowly turned around in a sad and sad voice, walked back to the long street, and walked into the deep alley.

Fluttershy doesn't understand.

Why did Wusheng follow them into the deep alley? There's nothing strange about that.

There is nothing unusual about the funeral.

Wusheng did not go in, but walked into the courtyard on the side.

Fluttershy rubs her nose and blinks, "What is this place?" ”

Silent without life.

He walked in like a stone statue, standing like a stone statue in front of a man who was a swordsman.

One hand holds the sword, the other holds the dead branch.

The withered bamboo wrote on the soft soil, and it was very strange, because he always wrote one word, one word over and over again.

He's always paddling.

Wusheng didn't move, he didn't speak, his empty eyes were already staring at the dead branch, and the dead bamboo was still paddling horizontally, and it didn't stop.

The hand was unsteady and shook slightly, but it didn't give up.

If you don't give up, you have a chance to succeed.

This man obviously understands this and is very good at seizing opportunities.

Fluttershy doesn't understand why this person is doing this strange thing at the funeral?

She looked at Wusheng, who didn't bother this person, and this person didn't raise his head, and he was seriously paddling that horizon.

Every horizontal was almost unsteady, and his hands were almost shaking.

The man was physically stable and calm, except for the shaky hand.

It was also the hand that held the sword.

Wouldn't it be unfortunate if the hand holding the sword was shaking? Isn't the life of a swordsman easy to die?

He didn't die, and he didn't give up his love and pursuit of the sword.

Fluttershy doesn't seem to see anything, but Nothing does, and he sees that this person is trying to find a way to make his heart more stable.

If a swordsman's heart is very stable, will the hand holding the sword be more stable.

What does a swordsman need most at the moment of life and death? Isn't that the stability? If your heart is not stable enough? Wouldn't it be easy to die at the edge of someone else's sword?

The hand was still shaking, and his heart was unsteady, so he didn't hold the hilt of the sword.

With a snap, the dead branch had broken, and the man's hand suddenly trembled even more violently.

Wusheng suddenly handed him another piece of withered bamboo, and while he took it, he also stared at Wusheng.

He stared at the lifeless body, and then at the gun in the lifeless hand.

"I know who you are."

Wusheng nodded.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wusheng nodded.

Fluttershy looks at Wusheng and then at the man, a look of doubt in her eyes.

"You know?"

Wusheng nodded.

"When did you meet?"

The man smiled, and the sourness in his mouth became thicker, sour and bitter.

Seeing the man's smile, Fluttershy suddenly realizes that this man is a drunkard in the night.

This man is half a catty.

His hand was extremely steady and calm in his grip on the bottle, why did he shake when he held the hilt of the sword? Is it unstable in the face of murder?

The sword appeared only to kill people.

Once the sword is unsheathed, it must be killed, otherwise it will not only break the sword qi, but also the sword heart, the heart of the swordsman.

Once the swordsman's heart is broken, it is difficult to kill again, and even if the hand is a divine weapon, it is undoubtedly the same as mortal iron.

The hand was released, the dead branch had fallen, and it was planted obliquely on the soft soil, the soft wind swept by, and the dry bamboo fell softly.

Wusheng stared at the hand, stared at the sword.

Has it been a long time since his hand touched the hilt of the sword? Is there a strong need? But that can't be done anymore?

That hand didn't hold the hilt of the sword, perhaps because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to give anything, and he could neither give the sword a chill nor a murderous aura to the sword.

This is like an amorous lover, in the face of his beloved holy goddess, he wants to get close, but he is afraid of approaching, because he is afraid that he will not be able to give her happiness and sweetness, and will not be able to meet her needs.

Fluttershy doesn't understand this, and there aren't many people who do.

The soft breeze has become softer.

His cheeks were clean and bright, and there was not a trace of mud on his shirt, let alone a wrinkle.

There was only a red ribbon tied around the hair.

Everything about him was decent and simple, but his hand was not close to the hilt.

Wusheng stared at the hand holding the sword, "You can't hold the sword in your hand?" ”

"Yes."

"Because you're shaking?"

"Yes."

"You could have held the sword, but you didn't, did you?"

"Yes."

"If you don't hold the sword, are you afraid that you won't be satisfied with the sword?"

"Yes."

"You are a responsible person, but not a great swordsman."

Half a catty didn't understand, and he didn't speak.

The sadness and sourness in his eyes slowly floated out.

"Your sword was shot down once?"

"Yes, only once." Banjin suddenly stared at the sword, the hilt of the sword, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, "It's also the last time." ”

"That was the last time you held a sword?"

"Yes."

Wusheng sighed, he understood everything.

Since that time, his hand has ceased to hold the sword, for his hand is unsteady, and the unsteady hand, touching the hilt of the sword, will only suffer humiliation, the humiliation of the swordsmen, and the humiliation of death.

So he didn't want to hold the sword, and he didn't dare to hold it.

But he will never understand whether the sword will humiliate him.

Is that sword also waiting for him to hold it, waiting to combine with himself, and then merge into one.

If the amorous lover sees his beloved goddess, if he cares about his own ability, because he can't give her happiness and pleasure, because he can't meet her needs, and sighs, won't it make the goddess even more sad and painful? makes the goddess even more lonely and empty, how can the lover ignore this kind of torment and torture?

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

If the sword is affectionate, it will be as much as a girl looking forward to and urgently needing the love of a lover.

"How long have you been with this sword?"

"Twenty years."

Isn't a twenty-year-old girl even more undeniable? Isn't that tenderness even more inescapable?

"How long has it been since you held the hilt of your sword?"

"Sixteen years."

"Haven't held the hilt of your sword all the time?"

"I haven't touched the hilt of my sword." He spoke very directly, more quickly, and his eyes did not leave the hilt of the sword for a moment.

Does the hilt of the sword also want his hand? The hilt of the sword did not speak and would not speak.

But man can speak.

"That sword is a good sword, you can touch it now."

Half a catty's breathing suddenly increased, and the hand suddenly became unsteady and trembled even more violently.

That hand suddenly became unsteady when he grasped the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were already nervous and panicked.

Fluttershy stares at the man in surprise.

The hilt of the sword was getting closer to the hand, but it never grasped it.

Finally, with a deep sigh, the hand was already hanging down softly, as if it was no longer good, as if it had lost confidence and courage.

He really can't.

If a swordsman's heart is wasted, is it difficult to give birth to confidence and courage?

Without these two things, wouldn't it be possible to touch the hilt of the sword with reality? It is impossible to merge with the sword, and it is impossible to achieve the integration of the mind and the sword.

If the sword is affectionate, it will be like an amorous girl, and she will always wait for her lover, even if she is extremely lonely and lonely, she will continue to wait, until the lover has complete confidence and courage, and she will have determination, and with determination, her loneliness and loneliness will fade.

The sword did not move.

That hand seems to be no longer working, no longer working at all.

Hands were shaking, and people were breathing heavily.

Fluttershy stares at her in a daze, but she doesn't understand at all.

It's not that hard to hold the sword, just a light touch is enough, it's not that difficult.

Wusheng stared at his cheek, then at the hand that was no longer working, and sighed deeply, "Do you really want to touch this hilt?" ”

"Yes." He was absolutely sure.

"But you're scared, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Why should you be afraid?"

Half a catty was silent, and slowly raised the hand, staring at the shaking hand.

Hands trembled, tears drifted away.

Is he really not good? Can't really bring a killing force to that sword?

Fluttershy stares at the man, and she can't help but feel a sour look at the person, she really seems to know who the person who shot down the sword?

What kind of person has such terrifying powers?

The tears were not wiped away, and the hand holding the sword, instead of holding the sword, suddenly picked up the dead branches, still scratching on the soft soil.

He was still gently swiping a side.

It wasn't long, it wasn't very deep, but his hand was shaking.

Sigh of nothingness.

Fluttershy looked at Wusheng and then at Half a catty, "Can you help him?" ”

Silent without life.

His eyes were vaguely staring at the half-pound hand, staring at the dead branch.

The withered bamboo is shaking, and so is the hand.

Fluttershy suddenly took Lifeless' hand and shook it, "We can help him." ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Is there any way you can help him?"

Wusheng shook his head.

Fluttershy has thought of something, smiling and staring at half a catty.

"That sword was shot down by someone else?"

"Yes." His hands didn't stop, still shaking and scratching on the soft soil.

He is still working hard to sharpen the swordsman's heart more steadily.

"Who shot it down?"

Fluttershy wants to know this, because this person will be able to restore half-pound's confidence, courage, and no more shaking.

As long as you find this person, you may be able to help half a catty.

The hand suddenly shook even more violently, and the withered bamboo was broken on the soft soil.

The lifeless hand stretched out and handed him a dead branch.