"What's wrong?"

Shanyu saw Huai Zhixin and Liu Shi walking out of the Taoist temple, and suddenly came back with great interest.

After going back and forth, Shanyu seemed to feel that Huai Zhi'an had a little indescribable and inexplicable change.

At this time, Huai Zhi'an seemed to have become a little more "bright" in the eyes of Shanyu?

"Hmm...... I have some insight in my practice. Huai Zhi'an smiled, and then turned his head to look at the whale Xiaohe and Wutong who were curiously playing with Emperor Qin's immortal decree.

It's not that Whale Xiaohe hasn't seen this thing, and they also have one in the Penglai Whale Clan, but it's hidden tightly like a baby bump at her father's place, and she won't be allowed to see it.

Daddy stingy!

Or generous!

"I want to retreat for a while, I don't know the exact time, don't bother me if there is nothing important, and don't let people disturb me."

Huai Zhi'an summoned Whale Xiaohe and gave an order.

Whale Xiaohe's eyes lit up instantly.

She has been eating and drinking for nothing for so many days, is there finally a chance to repay her father-in-law?

"Good Engong! No problem, Engong! ”

Whale Xiaohe was so excited that her face turned red and answered loudly.

It's not easy for her father to come today! She also has to be forked out!

"Wow!"

Wutong was in a hurry, he used to come to guard the door, how could this be handed over to outsiders?

Wutong hurriedly snorted twice to show his loyalty.

"Okay, okay, do it well, you can't eat it when you come out."

Huai Zhi'an patted Wutong's dog head dotingly, making Wutong's excited howl even more vigorously.

"Then the two of them will ask you, you take care of it more."

Sending the two living treasures away, Huai Zhi'an looked at Shanyu with a smile.

If it weren't for the mountain language here, Huai Zhi'an really wouldn't have been at ease to let those two people stay alone in the Taoist temple.

It's not that I'm afraid that something will happen to that person and a dog, Huai Zhi'an is afraid that when I open my eyes after the retreat, the Taoist temple will be gone!

Shanyu nodded, and responded without the slightest hesitation.

She doesn't know how much she owes Huai Zhi'an a favor, so she naturally has to help with this little favor!

"Don't worry."

Receiving the promise of Shanyu, Huai Zhi'an put his mind at ease, turned around and entered the quiet room, facing the statue of Sanqing, and focused his mind on the first sword in his mind.

That is, Simon's sword blowing snow!

Consciousness was silent, and Huai Zhi'an's soul seemed to travel through time and space and came to another world.

A cold night breeze came to his face, Huai Zhi'an "woke up", his face suddenly showed a touch of surprise, looked up, only to see a bright string moon hanging quietly in the sky, starry sky, crystal shining.

And at the end of the line of sight, in a mountain villa, there was a white-clothed figure with an unclear face sitting in the night.

The man was dressed in white, out of the ordinary, and his temperament was better than that of an immortal.

On the stone table next to the figure, there was a long sword with a strange black sheath.

Just looking at it, Huai Zhi'an felt that what he saw was not a person, but a snow, a wind and snow that could freeze everything in the world!

The long body is erect, and the white clothes are like snow!

Lonely and bleak, clear and proud!

Huai Zhi'an turned around again and saw the plaque on the villa, and someone carved two words with a sharp and unparalleled sword.

"Wanmei!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Huai Zhi's peace of mind, he recognized this place-

Wanmei Villa!

Recognized this person too—

Simon blows snow!

He held a sword at the age of three, learned sword at the age of seven, and became a generation of kendo masters at the age of twelve.

A character as arrogant as ice and snow on a distant mountain, a life as shining as a meteor on a winter night, and a sword path that is unparalleled in the world!

The flowers bloomed, and Huai Zhi'an was like a ghost, overlooking the entire Wanmei Villa, watching the West Gate blowing snow and practicing swords.

From the apricot blossoms in March, practice to the autumn moon frost and dew white to the fragrance of osmanthus in autumn, and finally practice to the cold and twilight snow in midwinter.

The white-clothed figure seems to be tireless, and there seems to be nothing else in his eyes except the sword, as if he has only lived to hone his kendo!

Day after day, year after year, Ximen Chuixue polished himself into a sword, hammered and tempered in the wind and snow, and the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

Huai Zhi'an watched Ximen blow snow and kill people.

Kill those who come to the door, kill those who are disloyal and unjust, kill those who deviate from the right path, and kill all those who should be killed in his eyes.

"There will always be an inexhaustible treacherous person in this world, and when you plunge a sword into their throats, and see the blood bloom under your sword, you can always see the splendor of that moment, and you will know that there is nothing like that kind of beauty."

Huai Zhi'an didn't know if Ximen Fuxue was talking to himself or to him.

But Huai Zhi'an knew that in the eyes of Ximen Chuixue, killing people was neither a sinful thing nor a thing to boast about, but a thing that could be dedicated, sacred, and must be treated seriously and respectfully.

Ximen blows snow and likes the snow scene, so he loves white clothes, and white clothes are like snow.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom at the west gate, so Wanmei Villa is planted with cold plums everywhere.

And second only to these two is the series of blood flowers that blow off the blade of the sword after the killing.

Simon blowing snow is lonely, lonely.

Huai Zhi'an watched Ximen blowing snow for half his life and found that he had almost no friends.

For half of his life, except for occasionally stepping out of the mountain villa to kill people, Ximen Blowing Snow spent all the rest of his time practicing swords.

Ximen Blowing Snowman is ruthless, and the sword is also ruthless, and the depressive feeling of loneliness and loneliness will always be entangled in Ximen Blowing Snow's sword.

"What a paranoid and lonely person...... Huai Zhi'an sighed.

"There is no end to life, but there is no end to the way of the sword!"

"Only with sincerity and righteousness can we reach the pinnacle of kendo!"

Ximen Fuxue seemed to answer Huai Zhi'an's sigh.

There is a kind of person who was born for the way of the sword and is willing to die for the way of the sword!

At this moment, Huai Zhi'an vaguely understood why Ximen Fuxue was called the "Sword God".

Because of loneliness, so close to God!

What a lonely swordsman, what a lonely sword god!

Forever isolated from the world, forever proud of the wilderness, forever endure the loneliness of the high places!

Unconsciously, Huai Zhi'an, who was like a "ghost", had gradually merged with the white-clothed swordsman in Wanmei Villa, and the blurred face before had finally cleared the fog at this moment, revealing Huai Zhi'an's face.

At this moment, Huai Zhi'an was completely integrated into the life of "Ximen Blowing Snow", feeling what the sword god felt, walking what the sword god walked, and understanding what the sword god realized!

In Wanmei Villa, plum blossoms bloom in the wind and snow.

A lonely sword intent gradually sprouted in Huai Zhi'an's body, and gradually grew stronger.

Empty "power" can only be called a swordsman, and only by cultivating "meaning" can it be called sword cultivation!

Huai Zhi'an will not become another sword god, but he can cross the barriers of the world to feel the sword intent of the sword god.

The figure of the Taoist robe sitting in front of the statue of the Sanqing God became more and more lonely, looking like a tree of cold plums on the snowy peak, standing in the wind.

A sense of loneliness for no reason gradually overflowed from that figure, this loneliness was like a puddle of ink sprinkled between the pen and ink, thick and indissolvable, scattered to the surroundings, to the heaven and earth!

At the same time, Shanyu, who was meditating outside the house, seemed to feel something, suddenly opened his eyes, looked down in surprise, and looked at the back of his hand.

Whale Xiaohe raised her head, and there was uncontrollable surprise in her eyes.

The sycamore lying in front of the door of the room "whined", his eyes were cross-eyed, and he looked into the air, where a white snowflake was flying in the air.

Then a cold, moist sensation came from his nose, and the snowflakes turned into droplets of water and slid down.

In Wutong Mountain in early summer, it should be a fairy who is drunk and crushes the floating clouds!