Fog.

The hazy fog that permeated everywhere shrouded Su Yuxing, Su Yuxing couldn't see the road ahead, and he couldn't see the road back, and there was only a white fog in his eyes, so he could only move forward blankly.

Although this scene was extremely strange to everyone, Su Yuxing, who was walking in the mist, did not have too many surprised expressions on his face, but also showed a feeling of nostalgia.

Su Yuxing walked in this white mist at will, no matter where Su Yuxing went or where he went, everything he looked at and touched in his hands was fog, and nothing else.

"I heard that there are people in this world who have dreams, there are no more than nine kinds, the dream of prosperity, the dream of qi deficiency, the dream of evil allegation, the dream of physical stagnation, the dream of overflowing feelings, the dream of straight leaves, the dream of elephants, the dream of anti-polarity, and the dream of demons. But no one must have dreamed that I was so bored. ”

Su Yuxing didn't know how long he had walked in this vast fog, how many hours had passed, and he didn't feel tired, but he always had a sense of loss in his heart.

Since ancient times, it is difficult for people to know dreams.

However, every time Su Yuxing fell asleep, Su Yuxing knew very well that he was dreaming, he was in his own dream. His Su Yuxing's dream realm has neither the sound of dogs and horses, nor the colorful light overflowing, nor the gloomy scene full of worries and sorrows.

As far as the eye could see, there was only this white mist.

"The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. ”

The sense of loss in Su Yuxing's heart continued to spread in his heart, and Su Yuxing's body leaned at will, and the mist turned into a white pillar for him to lean on. In this white mist dream, Su Yuxing didn't know when he would wake up, and maybe he would never wake up.

This fog ......

Su Yuxing raised his head and looked at the constantly churning white mist, the mist rolled, and something seemed to have evolved into it. Suddenly, Su Yuxing froze, as if someone had grabbed his heart, Su Yuxing didn't dare to breathe, and watched this white jade palace that seemed to gradually emerge above the clouds of the Nine Heavens soar into the sky.

"Little one, long time no see. ”

Outside the Que Yu Gate of this magnificent and majestic White Jade Palace, the mist condensed into white jade, and the white jade transformed into a jade step that spread from under the Que Yu Gate of the White Jade Palace to Su Yuxing's feet. Su Yuxing raised his neck, still unable to see the apex of this white jade palace, and could only vaguely see the woman in red standing outside the jade gate of the palace.

Dressed in red, like fire, like the red sun.

"Who are you?"

Su Yuxing asked lightly.

"Come up and know who I am. ”

The woman in red's voice was light, like the words of an immortal, and like the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism, but when she heard it carefully, she didn't look like it. I only know one thing, this sound is not an earthly sound, it comes from the nine heavens.

Su Yuxing hesitated to take a step and stepped on the jade steps within reach in front of him, and suddenly his heart ached, and then fragmentary memories came to Su Yuxing's mind. When the pain in his chest disappeared, Su Yuxing raised his head again, but found that he didn't know when he had come to the Que Yu Gate of the White Jade Palace, which was indispensable.

I saw that the white jade plaque of the white jade palace was engraved with two words.

"Taishang. ”

Su Yuxing subconsciously recited these two words, and when Su Yuxing read these two words, the mist shook, and the white jade palace suddenly turned into a broken sword, this sword with a broken handle, among which the blade was broken at the waist, and the blade was broken into a handle, and the blade was full of holes and so on.

Just in front of these 10,000 broken swords, the woman in red stood quietly in the mist, as if she was stepping on the clouds of the nine heavens, showing the posture of an immortal, ethereal.

"My name is too high. ”

The voice of the Nine Heavens slowly came out of the mouth of the woman in red, Su Yuxing was uneasy, listening to the woman in red calmly say this sentence, looking at the woman in red who was originally surrounded by mist, and slowly showed her true face.

A face that made Su Yuxing think about it.

"You...... Is that her?"

Su Yuxing looked at his familiar and cold appearance, and inadvertently remembered that when he was tired of practicing swords, he sat under the green grass, leaned on the vermilion lacquer box, looked up at the starry sky, and the person he missed in his heart.

"My name is too high. ”

The woman in red had a cold expression, like a beautiful sculpture.

"Original...... You're not. ”

Su Yuxing grinned and wanted to laugh, but his voice couldn't hide Su Yuxing's emotions, so he had to turn into a self-deprecating chuckle in the end. Su Yuxing's eyes at this moment did not look at the woman in red, nor at the ten thousand suspended broken swords behind the woman in red, but looked back at the vast fog behind him, and looked around, in the mist, there was no one in sight.

Su Yuxing sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Su Yuxing is a human being, an ordinary person, with seven emotions and six desires, and he will miss his father and mother who he has never met. Occasionally, when I sit at the table and look at the bronze mirror on the table, I will also think about how my eyes look like my father, or if I look more like my mother, and I will also think about what kind of attitude my father and mother will have when I am bullied.

But Su Yuxing thought more about what his father and mother looked like? Since the only portrait of his father and mother was burned, Su Yuxing has never seen his father and mother again.

As Su Yuxing grew older, Su Yuxing's longing not only did not dissipate, but became stronger and stronger.

The wine is drunk and not drunk, the fragrance and jade are full, but they can't sink into the gentle township, but the figure in the dream can't bear the years and becomes gradually blurred.

Until Old Man Yu handed him this vermilion lacquer box, whenever Su Yuxing leaned on the vermilion lacquer box, his heart would be inexplicably stable, and when he leaned on the vermilion lacquer box and dreamed, it was rare to dream of someone he had been thinking about but couldn't see.

"I should have understood that there is no such amazing thing. But I've been alone for so many years, so what's there to be disappointed about?"

A smile resurfaced on Su Yuxing's face, and he slowly turned around, looking up at the appearance of the woman in red, his eyelids fluttering, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"You're weird. ”

A trace of doubt appeared on the face of the woman in red who looked like a sculpture, and this doubt came from Su Yuxing in front of the woman in red.

As this supreme soldier, the woman in red has only served one master for thousands of years, and the rest of the sword-wielding people are just her sword slaves, or sword attendants.

But it is rare to see someone like Su Yuxing, some people will see her appear in a dream, some people will laugh wildly, some people will be crazy and complacent, and some people will be full of joy, looking up and howling, but there are few people like Su Yuxing, who are not happy and sad.

Even though Su Yuxing was smiling at the moment.

"It's you, isn't it? ”

Su Yuxing lowered his head, let out a long breath, and when he raised his head again, the expression on his face was still normal, and he frowned and looked at the woman in red who was a few heads taller than him and said.

"I am the Supreme Soldier. ”

The woman in red repeated again.

"Oh, and then?"

Su Yuxing spread his hands and said.

"You became my sword slave...... You can also become my sword servant, the world's nine kendo fights, and you can take charge of the world's kendo seven fights. ”

The woman in red's words made her heart mutter, and Su Yuxing, who guessed the origin of the woman in red, couldn't control the shocked expression on her face for a while, and looked at the woman in red in shock.

"Are you talking too much? Do you know what the concept of the seven fights of the sword is? Even Mr. Pei, who is now given the title of 'Sword Saint' by His Majesty, only accounts for the three fights of the sword, and you are more than twice as much!"

Su Yuxing swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and muttered in a low voice.

The woman in red did not refute anything, but waved her sleeves, and the mist in the sky surged with the wave of her sleeves, and pictures slowly appeared from the fog, which was the picture of Su Yuxing practicing swords in the mountains.

Again and again, the sword is drawn.

Collect the sword again and again.

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes to autumn, winter is scorching hot, as always.

"You peep at me?!" Su Yuxing's eyes suddenly widened again, and he seemed to understand something in an instant, pointing his finger, "You are the vermilion lacquer soldier box given by Old Man Yu?!"

The woman in red did not refute.

Su Yuxing took a long breath, his eyes flashed with light, he was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head with a free smile, "Forget it, my father once said to me in a letter, 'It is better to serve others than to serve yourself, and it is better to be a person for yourself. ’”

After Su Yuxing said this, he chuckled, closed his eyes, put his palms to his arms, and said slowly.

"Even if the swordsmanship is not successful, I will not regret it. ”

The woman in red looked at Su Yuxing's figure who slowly dissipated from the mist, and a rare trace of emotional fluctuations appeared on her sculpture-like face.

No one has ever turned down her offer except her true master, and no one has ever looked at her without being impressed.

Because she is the Supreme Soldier Spirit, but whoever holds the Soldier Spiritual is too supreme will not be defeated.

Just because Taishang is undefeated.

And at this moment, outside Jia'an Village, Su Yuxing, who was lying on the cold potholed ground in the fence courtyard, his fingers moved slightly, his eyes trembled slightly, and he seemed to be about to wake up.