Someone did an experiment.

If you keep a normal person and a psychopath in the same room, after a month, that normal person will also become a psychopath.

Tan Hao didn't know if this experiment was true or not, but at this moment, he really found that it was easy to get around himself by chatting with a psychopath.

Dugu Sheng should have not spoken to anyone for a long time. Or rather, since he entered here, no one but the doctor will pay attention to him. He chatted with Tan Hao, and after a long time, Tan Hao found that he hadn't asked for any useful information at all, except that he was so fooled that he almost said what color pants he was wearing today.

Tan Hao stood up and looked at the room where Dugu Sheng was talking about the writer next to him, it was empty, there were no quilts, toiletries and other things, and there was no trace of someone living there.

Tan Hao seemed to understand something, turned his head and asked, "Where did that writer go?"

"Isn't it right there, don't you see?" Dugu Sheng said, pursed.

"Writer, since you said that you wrote this world, do you know the purpose of my search for you?" Tan Hao suddenly looked at Dugu Sheng very seriously.

Dugu Sheng was slightly stunned, he buried his head and was silent. After a while, Dugu Sheng raised his head, and his whole temperament changed dramatically. Tan Hao didn't know if it was his own delusion, he felt that Dugu Sheng in front of him seemed to be a different person. Dugu Sheng gave him the feeling of decadence before, but now, it seems to have a little bit of crepe meaning.

Dugu Sheng's tone was very calm, and he replied: "I don't know, you don't even have a supporting role in the book, it's just a part of my experience, just a one-time pass until you find me." I'm the protagonist, but who do you see writing a book and even eating, drinking, and Lazar explaining in detail. Three years later, I wrote it for three years, and I won't explain everything in these three years, right? The time and reality in the book are different. In the book, it is written that I am staying here honestly, but reading the book is only a few words. ”

Tan Hao was stunned for a moment and said, "You are bored with this." Didn't you say that this world was written in your book? Then when you die, the world will be finished? This destruction of the world is simple!"

Dugu Sheng smiled: "Of course the world exists, what I died ended up with was only my book, and the world is still the same." It's just that the reader can't see it. I didn't write a lot of things in my book, and those things are still there, aren't they?"

Tan Hao had nothing to say, and was confused by this round-and-forth logic. He remembered that the nurse had said that Dugu Sheng was aggressive, so he whispered tentatively: "Sword Demon?"

When the writer version of Dugu Sheng heard Tan Hao's words, he immediately jumped up from his chair: "Wow, where is my sword?

As he spoke, Dugu Sheng took the non-existent sword and rushed towards Tan Hao with his teeth and claws.

Tan Hao was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged, how could this girl enter the sword demon personality and didn't even need a CD.

Fortunately, Dugu Sheng's sword demon personality seemed to be very energy-consuming, and he chased for a long time, and after finding that he couldn't catch up with Tan Hao, he gradually stopped.

Tan Hao saw that he didn't get sick again, and he seemed to have become the decadent appearance he had at the beginning.

"Senior, senior?" Tan Hao walked up to Dugu Sheng and shook his hand in front of him.

"Do you know my story?" Dugu Sheng suddenly looked up and said.

Tan Hao wanted to say that I was not interested in your affairs, but he felt that if he wanted to find out about the Nancheng earthquake, he really couldn't offend the lord in front of him.

He paused and said, "I know a little bit about it." ”

"No, you don't know. That's just me in their eyes. ”

Dugu Sheng's eyes became confused, and he regained his vigor in an instant.

"I was born determined to learn swords, and I want to become the number one swordsman in the world, and become a free-spirited sword fairy. So when I was seven years old, I went to the top of Kunlun to find a master who taught me the sword. ”

"The people of the cultivation realm say that Kunlun Mountain is where real immortals live. Occasionally, the immortals who soared through the clouds and mist got drunk, and they would take advantage of the wine to come here and wave their swords and dance. ”

"Before I got to the mountain gate, I begged my master to teach me a sword. The master said that my heart is not right, I can't prove the Great Dao, and I shouldn't learn swords. The gate closed again before me. ”

"I had no choice but to kowtow heavily and bow down in front of the mountain gate. came and went, and stayed for half a year before the mountain gate. No matter the wind, rain or snow, the frost and the heat have never changed my mind. Finally, the mountain gate was reopened, and the master sighed and said, I'm afraid this is fate, and finally accepted me as an apprentice. ”

"I went up the mountain, but I didn't learn the sword. First, he fished for two years, took care of the vegetable fields for another two years, and carried dung and water for the brothers and sisters for two years. In the end, the master brought me and the new junior brother to me. The master sat upright and nodded to the new junior brother: "You are born with purity and sincerity, and you are a good embryo for learning swords. ”

When he looked back at me, he sighed, "What sword do you want to learn?"

"The disciple is willing to learn the world's best swordsmanship. ”

"There is no such thing as the best swordsmanship in the world. ”

"That disciple is willing to learn the strongest swordsmanship. ”

"Hey, why bother with that. "The master looked at me, and I only had fanaticism and dedication to the sword in my eyes, and the little junior brother on the side was still that innocent.

"Then I'll teach you the strongest swordsmanship. The master turned and brushed his beard away.

"So I started learning swords in earnest. In less than two years of learning swords, I have already mastered all of them, and I have also comprehended my own kendo. It's not that the way of swordsmanship is shallow, the moves have their own merits, and there are many kinds of them. I'm really a fast learner, and I've reached the point where I'm stuck here and can't improve anymore. ”

"At the end of the day, I only had doubts in my heart, so I challenged my master. After more than ten battles, the master was defeated by my sword and became a corpse. ”

"It's not that I have murderous intentions, but that my sword can't be spared, and the sword momentum is gone, and there is no return. ”

"Before he died, the master said to me: I am not a swordsman, but a man who fights the sword is controlled by the sword. I didn't refute, the moment I swung the sword, I realized that at this moment, the sword is me, I am the sword, and there is no difference between the sword and me. ”

One person walked out of the mountain gate with a sword, but the disciples did not stop him much. They are afraid of me. When fear overpowers anger, it becomes fear, a deep fear of me. ”

"The little brother was also in the crowd, he was afraid of me, but he hated me even more.

I walked out of the mountain gate with ease. When I came, I was alone, and when I left, wouldn't it be the Zen of life, but now I have a peerless swordsmanship. ”

"But am I already the best swordsman in the world? ”

Tan Hao listened quietly, and when Dugu Sheng said that he killed his master, Tan Hao wanted to complain, it can be seen that Dugu Sheng fell into deep memories and couldn't extricate himself, and Tan Hao didn't interrupt him after all.

Dugu Sheng continued: "Soon, a person and a sword, a mysterious and unpredictable, cold-blooded and ruthless sword demon who only saw his name and did not see his face, spread throughout the cultivation realm.

I'm not looking for fame and fortune, I just want to find a swordsman who is stronger than me. ”

"Unfortunately, I did not find it, but it only added to the reputation of a burdensome and useless vanity. On a moonless night, I took out the water and wiped the sword. This sword has been with me for a long time, but the sharp cold light on its blade has not been reduced by half. I hold my sword straight and let it reflect me. ”

"The sword has been wiped, and it is time to kill and bleed. That night, hundreds of masters set up an ambush, vowing to work together to get rid of me, the confidant of the cultivation realm. I have broken into the six major sects alone, and none of them are my opponents, let alone these chickens and dogs. ”

"I swung my sword, put it away, and then I took out my sword, and there was one more corpse. One corpse after another. To me, corpses are just boring mechanical movements that weigh on the tip of my blade one after another. In the overlapping array of swords and guns, I shuttled back and forth so peacefully that even the blood splashed everywhere could not stain the corners of my clothes. ”

"Dust fought for a night and corpses were all over the ground, and only the two of them were standing. I couldn't know more than that in their eyes—fear. It turns out that when the fear reaches the extreme, no matter how powerful the monk is, he is no different from an ordinary person. ”

Until they turned to leave, the two of them were still stunned. Since then, the legend about me has become more bizarre and more terrifying. I became a great demon who did all kinds of evil and took pleasure in killing. ”

"I have a great talent for swordsmanship, but it's limited to kendo. But I don't understand the mind of people.

Unexpectedly, there are more and more famous masters from all walks of life, but they are all mediocre people, and they are all pursuing those insignificant fame and fortune in my eyes, knowing that they are coming to die, but they are like moths to a fire, and they are getting more and more intense.

I sigh for the sake of the sword.

People are not old, but their hearts are old. The beauty is twilight, and the sword is dull.

I only drank wildly, and after drinking wildly, I danced wildly with my sword in the deserted mountains.

Countless ordinary nights have passed like this, and there has been one night when distinguished guests have arrived.

The little junior brother who I haven't seen for several years has grown into a white-clothed sword immortal half a head taller than me.

Hao's toothed starry eyes look like a cynical second ancestor, but his face is extremely cold, and his eyes are calm like a lake. Standing in the wilderness like a rock standing still, he and his sword were there, as if nothing in heaven and earth could shake it.

I know, he's strong. Even better than me. I could die here.

But how can you ignore the long-dormant sword that emits a long-lost hum of joy?

The long-silent sword heart also beat hotly, and I couldn't even hold back my right hand that was shaking with excitement

Without fake polite greetings and superfluous greetings, I have already fought with him for more than ten years.

My sword moves are gone, and I mean the sharpest blade. And his sword is varied, and even more so varied, and the tip of my sword never goes beyond two inches of his throat, but it is already the most extreme distance, and every danger can always be skillfully resolved by him. The layman didn't see much of a clue at first, but just this fight, I knew that this was a game that was going to be lost.

But I can't and I don't want to.

In the next move, his sword bypassed my blade and went around my arm like a serpent's letter. It's only half a move faster than me, but in the shadow of the sword and sword, half a move is already the result of success or failure. Blood gushed from the back of my neck, and the sword in my hand fell to the ground for the first time.

After all, it was defeated. I lay on the ground, watching my brother's grim face finally show an expression: sad, maniacal laughter, my eyes were no longer as calm as ever, and became like me;

This may be the price of the swordsman's quest for kendo, and it is also our common fate.

The strength of the whole body gradually relaxed, and the residual consciousness was gradually blurred......

Throughout my life, I began with the sword, became by the sword, and failed by the sword. Although you can't be a sword immortal, you can be called a sword demon, and you have no regrets.

When I woke up again, I was here and I was a psychopath. ”

Aren't you just a psychopath?" Tan Hao slandered in his heart.

"Why are you talking to me so much. ”

Hearing Tan Hao's words, Dugu Sheng slowly spoke: "Because the writer told me that he changed the outline of the book. He changed the main character to you. ”