Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the noodle shop, cleaned up the table cursing and swearing, wiping the soup with a rag - as if it were a bone scraper that could scrape off the flesh of some people.

"A bunch of dog mongrels who pretend to be your mother here every day."

"Fuck you!"

Wang Xiaoer scolded and scolded, and almost overturned the table that had been finally sorted out again.

Finally, I threw off the rag and went out to buy wine and drink.

Probably because of the recent great events that happened in the East China Sea Sword Sect, the wine in this town under the cliff also knelt down, and one or two wines were more expensive than usual.

Although Wang Xiaoer was very annoyed, he still didn't bother with the restaurant, after all, everyone really beats people.

I bought wine and drank it while walking.

"Better that cliff falls and crushes you all to death, fuck, he~t!"

Wang Xiaoer took a sip, but found that there was some blood in the thick phlegm, and he immediately panicked.

Could it be that the young man's sword was so fast just now that he had actually cut his own throat?

Wang Xiaoer clutched his throat in horror.

Fortunately, this didn't happen, probably just Fang was startled and accidentally bit his gums and bleed.

After a false alarm, Wang Xiaoer put his mind at ease and walked swaggering with wine.

Just walking, I felt as if something was wrong.

When I looked up, I realized that the town didn't know when the snow would start to fall.

Did the snow come so early this year?

Wang Xiaoer thought with some surprise.

The town was directly opposite the high cliff, and some fine snow was slowly falling through the clouds.

Wang Xiaoer looked at it for a while, but he didn't take it seriously, just walked and walked, and felt that his face seemed to be a little wet.

The already irritable noodle shopkeeper reached out and wiped it, but he didn't care.

It was only that he was soon stunned and looked down at his palm.

"Bang dang."

The jar slammed to the ground suddenly.

What caught my eye was a bright red, red like a sunset, could it be that the sky was broken, and those bloody clouds had fallen?

Wang Xiaoer thought in a daze.

Soon, however, the town became noisy.

When Wang Xiaoer looked up and saw the blood on the faces of those people who were rushing on the streets, he finally knew what his face looked like.

He let out a very terrible cry, as the people of the world did, and then he held his head and ran in a hurry through the long snow-soaked street.

......

Kamigawa watched as the snow grew thicker and thicker in the boy's eyes, and then when a gust of wind blew through it, it surged like blood spurting from his neck.

Falling all over the cliffs and spilling on the world.

There was a heavy snow in the world.

There was a lot of snow flying out of those eyes—a scene that always makes the world imagine some kind of tragic story.

For example, in the unjust case of tears, the sky is merciful, so the snow flies in June.

Snow wells up in my eyes.

Kamigawa finally realized something.

Just like a teenager who died generously, he forgot something.

That's it.

In this story, it's not just the snow on the umbrella.

Under that dark and heavy umbrella like a shackle, in the sea of gods of a certain teenager, the same fine snow is endless.

It was a long time ago, I don't know when, a touch of sword intent fell from the sky.

"Tsing Yi ......"

Kamigawa felt the sword intent welling up with a chill, and perhaps finally understood why the snow was coming.

The white-clothed sword cultivator seemed to have finally realized something, holding the parrot island in a daze, standing still on the edge of the high cliff, looking up and listening to the sound of the wind and snow that was about to sweep the world.

It's just that the next moment, the fine snow in the world seems to have stopped for a moment.

Kamigawa suddenly turned his head, only to see the white-haired sword cultivator, holding the square inch upside down, with a straight body, like a sword about to break through the clouds, coming through the clouds.

Kamigawa's eyes narrowed, and in the cold snow wind of the high cliff, he moved the ancient sword in his hand in front of him.

Chen Yunxi's gaze did not linger on him, and calmly crossed over and landed on the young man's head, which was gradually buried by the fine snow.

After looking at it for a long time, Chen Yunxi looked at Kamigawa.

This white-haired sword cultivator had a very subtle look on his face, like a chuckle, but more like a contempt.

"From my point of view, Kamigawa, in fact, you don't deserve to be called the Three Swords with me."

Chen Yunxi's words, if they fall into the world, I don't know how many turbulent waves will be set off in the hearts of the world.

But on this high cliff, on this high cliff that the world does not see.

But there was only a very calm rhetorical question.

"Why?"

The smile on Chen Yunxi's face became more and more intense, and the sword intent was immense, but the wind and snow that sprayed into the world from the young man's eyes became sluggish under the extremely Ling Ran sword intent.

"It is undeniable that among the emperors of the world, you are literary and martial, and your ambition is rewarded. But you are still not firm enough, you have hesitated for thousands of years, and you have never dared to make such a decision, so they gave you the arm bones of the green hanging suspension, and you were ashamed and accepted it calmly. But Kamigawa ....."

Chen Yunxi's gaze slowly descended and landed on the Tsing Yi sword.

"Even if there is no destiny, what if the sword is drawn?"

Kamigawa was unmoved, just stood there calmly, and said lightly: "I'm not as high as my predecessors, and I'm not as decisive as my predecessors, but it's not like drawing a sword, it's just that the people are falling and the world is falling." If the benefits of the tongue can mess with my mind, the world will not see the current millennium. ”

Kamigawa stretched out his hand and said calmly towards the wind and snow: "Since the predecessor wants to cut the wind and snow, then. ”

"Please."

Chen Yunxi didn't say anything more to Shenhe.

The things of the world are different, and they will never be scheming.

The white hair moved in the wind, and the square inch behind him turned into a streamer, breaking through the wind and snow, straight into the sky, and then turning back upside down, falling into his hand, this white-haired sword cultivator climbed up with sword intent, and all the cracks on the sword gradually disappeared, but it made that sword regain its original luster again.

In the years of flowing clouds, the white-haired sword cultivator who had been watching the world for thousands of years looked at the high sky above the wind and snow.

He laughed softly.

"When I was a teenager, I didn't go up to the cliff to practice swords, which is a pity. But the sword of the world, how much more than a high cliff? ”

Chen Yunxi's smile disappeared, and his eyes were sharp.

"Chen Yunxi of the Liuyun Sword Sect, dare to ask the sword ....."

"Heavenly man."

The heavens and the earth change color, and the thunder rises from the wind and snow.

The fine snow that gushed out of the young man's eyes no longer fell to the world, but hung upside down in the sky, and then gradually turned into an extremely cold sword intent.

The sword in Kamigawa's hand, at that moment, was almost unsheathed, this emperor looked dignified, and with the strength of his hand, he finally pressed the sword down with the help of the Destiny of the Qing Hanging Arm Bone.

A cliff sword intent is like a dragon, and it goes away with the white-haired sword cultivator breaking through the snow.

This sword will dance in the snow.

Or it will be flat wind and snow.

Kamigawa watched in amazement.

There are countless things in the world that ask about swords, thousands of years.

It's just that.

Who ever asked about the Sword of Tsing Yi?