"It turns out that you are not dead, Master."

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the wind and snow in a daze.

Cong Blade walked over with a slight smile and stopped beside Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Of course I'm dead."

This sword cultivator who was dressed in white like snow instead of blood turned his head to look at the East China Sea and said softly.

"It's just that I don't want to give up."

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and in a blindness, he stretched out his hand to the white-clothed sword cultivator who had dreamed of a thousand years under the peach.

This time, he was still facing the death of a young man, unwilling to listen to the wind, only willing to trust his own hands.

It's a pity that when he walked through the wind and snow with his hands, but felt empty, he finally admitted it.

The Blades are indeed dead.

In a story of spring water is just beginning to grow, spring forest is in full bloom, mountain flowers are gradually blooming, and spring snow is fine.

So he withdrew his hand as if frightened, trembled, covered his ears, and fell to his knees in the snow.

It looked like a child who had made a mistake, and he looked panicked when he saw his master come with a stick and want to spank him.

But Cong Blade didn't hold a stick, nor did he bring a sword, just twisted a branch, and for some reason, the peach blossoms that bloomed on the cliff steps.

Cong Jian hadn't seen peach blossoms for a long time, so at that time, he stopped on the cliff steps, bent down very seriously, and broke a branch.

Zhang Xiaoyu was crawling in the snow, his crooked back trembling uncontrollably.

There seemed to be blood and tears falling in the snow.

"Master, I may never find the other side for the rest of my life."

Cong Jian lowered his head and looked at the kneeling disciple in front of him, perhaps with some pity in his eyes.

"I thought so many years ago."

Cong Blade raised his head again and looked at the East China Sea beyond the wind and snow.

"At that time, Cong Zhongxiao picked up his sword and died generously, leaving the mess of the entire Human Sword Sect on me."

"So for many nights, I would sit in the sword flat in fear, looking at the starlight, looking at the lights, looking at the peach blossoms."

"I was thinking so decadently, what a suddenness, life is over."

Cong Blade lowered his head and chuckled softly.

But then I found out that it wasn't really a big deal. Sitting in the world and watching the countless times the grass and trees in the world wither and flourish - at most it is boring, at most it is boring. ”

"You are still very young, you can't see through the things, you can not see at all, you can't get to the other side, you can go back. If you can't see the world clearly, and you don't know whether your senior brother is right or wrong, then stop and watch quietly for a few more years, your other master said well, if you don't like anything, the flowers and plants in the world are so good, why don't you try to see the flowers? While thinking that he shouldn't be like this, he continued to sink into the quagmire for a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, you are not a salted fish, nor a preserved fish, you should have your own sea. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't seem to hear it, but buried his head in the wind and snow, and gradually sobbed.

"Master, Master, Master."

The young man in white whimpered over and over again.

It seems that in this way, he can go back to his youth, call Master, and there will be a peach forest on the river bridge.

He didn't kill so many people, didn't see so much blood, didn't kill his own junior brother at the end of the story.

But Cong Blade didn't speak anymore, just raised his head and looked at the high sky wind and snow.

There is sword intent there.

"When will Chen Yunxi come back?"

Kamigawa stood with his sword in his hand, calmly looking at the high cliff and fine snow.

"When the snow stops."

The two of them never suspected that the white-haired sword cultivator would ask the sword to fail.

As a person who can rely on his own sword intent, pluck the sword of Tsing Yi through the scabbard, and shoulder that kind of sword intent, all the way from the north to the bottom of the cliff, just with that kind of sword intent, how can he not be able to win?

So the wind and snow that sprayed from the high cliff to the high sky really gradually fell silent.

The two on the cliff just looked down at the boy's head.

It was a long time before Cong Blade asked a question softly.

"If I have a heart, I am wrong."

He looked up and looked at Kamigawa with burning eyes.

"And what about killing me?"

Kamigawa said calmly, "I don't know. ”

The snow gradually withered, like a plum blossom that had fallen, leaving only countless thin branches.

"Whatever you cut, you shouldn't be."

The two of them turned back together, and on the edge of the high cliff, there was a white-haired sword cultivator with blood at the corner of his lips.

Chen Yunxi sat down on the cliff, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, although his face was a little pale, he was still extremely curious to look at this white-clothed sword cultivator who had returned from the dead.

"I don't quite understand."

Cong Jian also sat down on the cliff with the peach blossom branch, and said softly: "For people like us, 10,000 years is too long, just seize the day." ”

Chen Yunxi said thoughtfully: "You cut your own days and nights and sent them to the present?" ”

"Yes."

"Where?"

In the wind and snow that gradually subsided, there was no answer.

Chen Yunxi suddenly looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was kneeling in the snow and refused to get up for a long time, and narrowed his eyes.

"In the sword?"

When Zhang Xiaoyu heard such a sentence, he suddenly raised his head.

Only then did I find that in the corner of the high cliff, I don't know when, but it was an extremely sharp sword.

That's the mountain and river sword.

Everyone's eyes on the cliff fell on the sword that came out of nowhere.

The long sword stands in the snow, just like the withered branches of the cold plum.

Cong Blade smiled slightly and let go of the peach blossom.

"Yes, I am ....."

"Man of the sword."

The voice fell into the wind and snow, and the long sword fell into his arms.

Zhang Xiaoyu knelt there in a daze, as if he finally remembered the scene when Cong Blade was solved.

Yes, outside Luming Pass, the power of such a Taoist surnamed Bai can sweep through the wind and snow in the green mountains and cut off the line of the world.

And such a white-clothed sword cultivator, when the army is relieved, how can he only be so calm?

Chen Yunxi sighed softly and said, "In order to kill me, you are really bitter and lonely. ”

Cong Jian said calmly: "If it's just to kill the seniors, of course it won't be so painstaking. ”

Chen Yunxi looked at the world beyond the high cliff of wind and snow, and said softly: "You still think about the world. ”

"Yes." Cong Blade lowered his head and stroked the mountain and river sword on his knee.

The meaning of mountains and rivers is, of course, not only the view of mountains and rivers.

It is also the mountains and rivers of the world.

"Senior brother's sword, I've seen it, if it's really that kind of sword, the whole world will be shattered by the sword momentum - this is more than worth the loss."

Chen Yunxi sighed a little.

At the beginning, in the green mountains, Kamigawa's sentence - this sword, I only taught it once. Of course he heard it.

It is true that this sword can only be taught once.

Cong Blade borrowed Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, cut the cause and effect of the years, and placed it on the mountain and river sword with the body of the soul.

He probably really deceived the years, and he deceived the Styx.

"But I cut my own soul, dissolved my sword body, drained the Dao Sea, and knocked myself down to the realm where the path seemed to be full."

Cong Blade smiled slightly.

"So there is nothing in the world, and there is nothing to hide in the predecessors."

Chen Yunxi sighed for a long time and asked softly, "So when will this sword come?" ”

It's just that before his words fell, a very crisp voice was heard on the cliff.

It was as if something hard had shattered.

The people on the cliff looked together at the sword at the knee.

The sword of mountains and rivers was slowly shattering—just like the square inch in the green mountains at the beginning.

And Cong Jian just smiled and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu.

"This is the last sword that the teacher taught you, Zhang Xiaoyu."

But where exactly is that sword?

Chen Yunxi seemed to realize something, and slowly lowered his head.

Looking down, you can see that the wind and snow behind you are gradually stopping.

It turned out to be that sound.

Not the sound of a sword shattering.

It's the soul.

No one remembers when the Bush Blade came out.