The second elder of the plum blossom couldn't help but speak: "Immortal sword inheritor, I don't know if the sword is useful?"

Li Shuishan reacted at this time, holding the long sword in his hand, which slipped down in the wind and snow, and landed on the ground with a clang.

He was afraid of the sword, and now he took it unconsciously, and walked here as he was accustomed to. He didn't seem to be so scared.

He didn't dare to look down to pick up the sword, and it gradually became covered in snow.

"Pick it up, pick it up. The voice echoed in his head.

The voice, a primordial impulse, controlled his hand and picked up the sword. Holding the hilt of the sword, facing the plum blossom nearby, one piece fell, and the plum blossom head fell. It fell aside, fell to the ground, was blown away by the wind and snow, and covered the low-lying ground.

"I shouldn't be. He rebelled.

But it didn't work, as if it were a mission. His eyes were bloodshot, and he pressed the wave posture of his right hand with his left hand, "I want to watch the plum, not cut the plum." ”

Killing the plum blossoms that are still here is to violate the taboo in Li Shuishan's heart.

It was not he who gave the command, but something else, a thing that seemed to resist any being. When this sword was in Li Shuishan's hand, he just wanted to kill what confused him and made it difficult for him to move forward.

The world in the sword immediately appeared in his mind.

Wide, cold, covered with frost. And he is a man with a sword on the side, and Mei is just an imposable object, and he needs to keep dancing the sword.

The sword is in his hand, but there is no sword in his heart.

"You shouldn't have a sword. He regretted it, but the thought of resistance grew stronger and stronger.

Li Shuishan closed his eyes and quietly experienced this impulse.

After three breaths, I opened my eyes again.

Whew~ He exhaled a big breath and muttered, "The sword is in my hand, why can't you listen to me?"

There was a trace of pain, this was the consciousness of disobeying the fairy sword, his face was pale, and his fingers kept trembling.

He closed his eyes again and said, "Meditation." ”

The word "meditation", last time, Li Shuishan recited it orally. Just gave himself a verbal comfort, but he didn't expect his own mood to really fall into his heart with the word "quiet". It calmed down immediately, but this time the output was a little pale, and it didn't have an immediate effect.

His heart was very hot, and the reason was that a small sword like the long sword in Li Shuishan's hand, with a huge silver light, stopped in his mind after a few rotations.

In my mind, a vague shadow appeared in my heart, and I had an observant attitude towards my own resistance.

This is not an ordinary sword anymore, the fairy sword has an autonomous soul, and it is like a child or an adult inside. It's just that his whereabouts make him wander, he's looking, and he doesn't know what he's looking for.

"Huhu~" Li Shuishan breathed rapidly, and his whole body collapsed, as if he was about to fall into the snow.

Seeing this, the second elder of Meihua wanted to help, but Li Shuishan refused, and said frankly: "You can't interfere in my business." ”

Now, Li Shuishan understands that these destined things seem to be a huge pros and cons, and since he has been selected, he can't get rid of them. If you resist, you will be severely suppressed, and your life will be worse than death. If he accepts it, he will become a soulless body at his mercy. He also understood why the storyteller refused to teach him spells, which brought him a touch of warmth and allowed him to learn to control himself.

And he missed the best opportunity to tell the storyteller at the time.

At this time, you can only rely on yourself to slowly run in the fairy sword, so that you are not at the mercy of the independent consciousness of the fairy sword.

He hated the feeling of being held tightly and securely, with no autonomy or freedom at all.

"Sir won't blame me, and I won't blame him. I don't have the right to ask him to help me all the time, but I have the right to keep myself alive. ”

"Ah!!h

It's a mental sting, not a physical torture.

The pain in his mind and in his heart made him fall to his knees, and the wind and snow blew on his hair, turning it into a roll of snowflakes and fixing it to it.

The small sword in his mind pierced into his brain, and a huge sword shadow appeared in his eye, glowing with silver light, and stopped at a distance of a finger in front of his eyes. At a moment's moment, a chill appeared in his eyes, tightly clasping his gaze, revealing a small light, revealing a moonlight against the bright moon in the sky.

This small ray of light is the hope of his life, and if he does not choose to be controlled, he will permanently lose his soul.

It's both a threat and an option!

Pale face, aimed at this little moonlight.

He understood what it was like to be at home, a feeling that could only be imagined in dreams in the face of death and extreme comfort. One is the feeling of death and the other is the feeling of joy.

Death made him tremble.

"Do you have to make a choice?" he muttered.

From beginning to end, he didn't stop thinking about going to the capital, and one by one short memories emerged.

The weak Jiang Lan stretched out her palm to hug his head; Ah Gan kept smiling at him behind his back, insisting that he was his leader; Feng Yinwan, who was pouring wine, held a sachet in her hand, showing disappointment in her eyes; Lao Yao was still inspecting a few big men who were still lazy, spitting out a few dirty words in his mouth; the delicious Ze Niu, secretly licking the corners of his mouth and smiling.....

These memories are very clear.

In the end, he still didn't see the person he wanted to see the most, this person didn't know which part of his memory was, or hid at the ends of the earth.

The storyteller quietly walked away from him, as if he couldn't see any opportunity, any direction that could save himself and achieve himself.

"Have you forgotten the person you most wanted to see?"

"Am I really willing to succumb to being in control of my own things?"

There was bitterness in his heart, but the pain was even stronger, depriving him of the desire to be miserable, and he even looked for it to be seen.

Grieve, can no longer grieve.

The sword, only an invisible slit from his eyes.

The rain and snow in the sky changed, turning into an extremely cold blade.

fell on the faces of the three of them, blowing the two elders of the plum blossom trembling. It's been an hour, and the wind of change no longer blows warmth, and there is no mildness mixed in the snow.

Only dry, cold, non-stop rubbing the skin on his face.

He couldn't move, and he couldn't see the wind and snow in the outside world.

The snow rolled up in the moonlight did not have that quiet and tranquil realm, and there was no clear appearance of elves. The relaxed atmosphere becomes extremely complex, and that purity is abandoned. There is no dandelion-like looseness, no dance to the butterflies, no free play, no blooming and closing of flowers.

Snow is like wicker on one side and ice blades on the other.

The snow stung Li Shuishan's skin, hurt his mind, and saw the sharp point of the long sword.

He opened his eyes.

The sword was still in his mind, and Mei in front of him was still proud.

"May, that's me. Maybe I'm really stupid, I don't remember the plum in the snow in a panic, so not afraid of the cold winter, and even take the suppression of snow as a joke. Such a fierce snow, such a sad scene, I can't think of any other words to praise. If it's cold, the ice and snow stung my body, and I still have blood in my heart. I am immortal, so what about death. ”

He laughed miserably.

He didn't want to be like that again, being kicked to the ground by Langbai, he could only watch Xiaoyun be wiped out, quietly watching everything disappear, but there was nothing he could do.

The sword in his hand was once again aimed at Li Shuishan's heart, and his mind launched an attack.

Opening his eyes wide for the first time, he looked at the tip of the sword in the near distance and froze for a few breaths.

"Retreat. ”

"Retreat. ”

The little sword still didn't move.

Li Shuishan's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared at the tip of the sword again: "Retreat!"

This was the hatred he hadn't vented for a long time, and the hatred gradually filled his mind. The sword still didn't move, and this time the sword buzzed and trembled.

"My freedom is not something you can control. If someone asks you to choose me, then I will only make you lose and I will lose. If I die, so will you. ”

The little sword in his mind seemed to understand Li Shuishan's meaning.

Li Shuishan understood that the autonomous soul of the Immortal Sword was no longer enough for individuals to ponder, and he completely surpassed the thinking of ordinary people. A sword that can kill enemies or devour the Lord.

Obviously, Li Shuishan was not the owner of the long sword. It was just chosen by him.

Li Shuishan's words seemed to have a kind of power, and this power could deter anything unusual. A small filament storm formed, with the power of words, produced a shock that could make the other party retreat. One sentence is not enough, but two sentences have a little effect.

Perhaps this is the role of the storyteller's little Taoist heart.

It's just that the specific role is still unclear, and it plays a great role in becoming a Taoist.

The sword pattern did not move, and the cold wind blew Li Shuishan's body stiffened.

"Fairy Sword, if you kill me. You can't get what you want, and neither can I. But you and I can cooperate naturally. ”

It's a very tempting condition.

Li Shuishan thought for a long time, this plum tree was standing proudly, and the sword could help him go to the capital. On the way, they can naturally get what they need, and they can give each other.

Li Shuishan stared into the distance, waiting for Immortal Sword's answer.

But after a while, the sword disappeared from Li Shuishan's mind.

He touched the sword in his hand, and there was a little more gentleness, which instantly helped him drive away the cold of the outside world.

"I must go in front of many people, otherwise I will only become an unknown puppet and be severely suppressed. Maybe the meaning of Mei is to let me no longer walk hard. Even if no one understands on the road, looking at the snow, I don't know when a strong wind will break the branches. ”

"No one knows life, and no one knows death. This may be the ordinary.

Life is known, death is unknown. It's ordinary, perhaps.

No one knows about death, but no one knows about death. This may not be ordinary. ”

He savored the last sentence and said: "Maybe this is also ordinary, but no one knows the process along the way, and those who will only see the results are destined not to see the ordinary." If you see the extraordinary result, but you don't understand the process, you must not understand the truth of the forerunners. ”

(It may be obscure, but I saw many unknown beings along the way.) Inside, the sublimation of the flesh. The pursuit of ordinary, but with pride. The things in the bones cannot be simulated by people, and only when you see these things can you understand them. But only you can understand.

In the middle of the line, countless people fell on the road, what do they know?

This is both an answer, the pursuit of something, like Mei, proud.

Chrysanthemum, noble.

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