The sky is obscene and yellow silk, and a small courtyard seems to be in the void land.

Standing in front of the door of the house, the cold wind outside the house swept into the courtyard.

At this time, if you look at the courtyard, the sword is as high as the proportion of the house.

"The yellow sand wind blowing in around me feels warm."

The illusion is only to see the stiff old and pale hands of the dry sword, and the slender convex knots of the jagged fingers.

The warmth that others see, but the real reality feels extremely cold.

Obviously, there was no frost, only the sigh of the sword elder, panting and dissipating the fog, witnessing the unforgettable cold color.

An expression of disappointment, without the slightest pity for this unique moisture.

The desert is dry around the surface, and there is no need for onlookers to make more white.

The desert is overwhelmed by the sand, and countless scattered wandering phantoms are dense in all directions with the sword as the center.

Resting down, I saw that there was so much sand that I couldn't see it clearly, fluttering and fluttering the dust, which fell on the heavy outer clothes according to the rhythm and silence.

Standing still for a while, his straight body trembled slightly.

The whole body, every part, really doesn't feel the threat of death?

But Elder Shelving Sword just couldn't find a reason to stop standing, and he didn't think about anything to rely on in the outside world.

They can't drag ...... down! After standing for a long time, followed by hesitation, the uneasiness of death.

It's lonely, as if it's useless to die???

Why is there no answer in the heart to stop this standing decision?

Maybe the wandering that has been without an answer is a begging to hope, and I have thought about it without thinking about it.

He moved his body slightly and moved his steps.

"Jumping" !!

But the frozen body bones, soft creaks, can only drag the body to move.

"That damn command almost killed the old man just now!"

Putting aside the sword, this is not a curse or a complaining self-talk, and it is a little panicked.

My thoughts jumped fast, and I really thought it was a good self just now.

Thinking about the fact that his body had been hurt too much, he forgot about the painful entanglement when he walked out of the abyss demon cave.

Hehe, I don't know who is still thinking about jumping, my old waist is almost in pain.

In order to express the ancestors and wishes, these efforts are impossible, but they are painful and grinding.

Immediately after that, he put aside his sword and yelled: "It's bearable, your life can be lost, why bother if you don't have an idea!"

This roar again was weak, like a struggling patient moaning, fearless and fearless.

The danger of the desert kills people, and no matter how much you hold on to your sword and drag your tired body, you can't go far.

The destination is in sight, the target is in sight, and there are simple and humble houses with smoke in the corner.

The road has arrived, and I don't care about the damage to my body.

Long before the truth appeared, the sword was at the end.

Entangled in false future dreams, obviously unable to get wishes and success, but crazy.

Struggling with a lonely future, this choice is for the congregation to betray their relatives and decide on a moment of happiness and gain.

He hesitated to stop and looked at the scattered broken houses.

Standing outside the door, the sword was placed in front of the door.

I can see that I can get what I want, or I can go back and not get it.

Turn back and continue to walk, go back, go home comfortably, no choice!

The body is tormented by pain, and the brain is full of paranoia and arrogance.

The swordsman lifted, touching the left side of his head.

"It hurts" !!~~

The inner cry of helplessness, the slightest fluctuation, and the constant pain intrude into the correct judgment.

After about a minute, a howling wind burst out from the abyss~

~ I must meet the ancestor and use the money earned from my work to question the ancestor face to face.

Otherwise, you will never be able to let go, and you don't want to have a future in the future, keep choosing, and keep losing yourself.

Ou Yezi sighed softly in front of the door, just coming out of the stove.

"Hey~ This is a tiring errand, although I like to forge swords, but I also like comfort. ”

"If you hadn't been comfortable for too long and felt that there was no meaning in life, I wouldn't have easily agreed to your master's request. ”

He gently pushed the door in, and his face was extremely pale as if the sky had fallen, but he was just shaking his head and looking sideways to welcome death.

At this time, Zhao Gao continued: "Ou Yezi is a little tired, and after a little effort, wouldn't it be decent to live a stable life in the heavenly court in the future?"

Ou Yezi saw someone enter the door, and his eyebrows trembled.

Putting the sword: "I heard that Brother Beat is in this Flame Mountain, the stream of the polar abyss. The slurry is scorching, and the heat is kept warm. With the cold Ding but water, the fire red pebbles cast soldiers. ”

"Although the material is nameless, it is a new discovery. But because of the new discovery, it has been said for a long time. ”

"I came to visit my brother, and I inquired about this strange place. Sure enough, someone has seen you come here, and they will wait for you to come back to this guest house. ”

"It's just that I want to beat my brother and not in the stove, but I'm already resting in this bad room, it's a sin. ”

Ou Yezi heard it strangely, and came from afar, either to ask for something or to borrow a sword from me.

This person is polite, but not decisive, isn't there any difficulty?

Zhao Gao observed that the person who pushed the door had a resolute breath and did not drag mud and water.

Although the words are sincere, there is no hesitation.

As a bystander, the sword is really outstanding in temperament, and has a simple and elegant appearance of ancient style and arrogance.

He frowned, and it was normal to ignore Zhao Gao on the right.

Because there is something important, put down the sword and go straight to the point.

I need a big sword, he said.

Ou Yezi didn't pay attention to the sword just now, and when he saw that he didn't continue to speak, he lowered his head and arranged the sword cloth.

At this time, he listened to the intention of the sword, and chuckled: "Later, when I finish wiping the stand, I will go to the basement of the back room to get the best sword, wait for a while." ”

He didn't care, he stood there motionless.

Zhao Gao felt that this person was a little stunned at this time, and interjected: Standing there strangely tired, dusty and dusty, go to my right side to rest, and tidy up your clothes by the way.

He was originally a little vigilant and vigilant, but he let it go for a while.

Thinking that it was no big deal, he went straight through Zhao Gao to the bench.

With a wave of his hand, he flicked his coat, which was covered with solid dust and loose sand.

Sitting quietly, the sourness burst out of comfort in an instant.

Just relax...... This seems to be happy, and deep in my doubtful heart, I subconsciously have some hope for the future.

Ou Yezi carefully wiped the scaffold, and there were neatly arranged tools inside.

Take it down from the top one by one and gently wipe it carefully, and the scattered parts around it are particularly disturbing.

Ou Yezi said a word, and stretched out his claws helplessly.

~ Not even an assistant, Ou Yezi muttered.

The sound of the crushing and pleasant iron crash is crisp and endless.

Zhao Gao saw Ou Yezi's glaring eyes, and complained about him.

glanced back angrily, and his eyelids jumped and frowned.

~ Don't be resentful like a little girl, how can someone come to accompany you in this hellish place.

That is, I will accompany you to go shopping, the house is too stuffy to come out to relax, and by the way, complete the complete task.

Although Zhao Gao was lazy to take care of Ou Yezi, he still said so.

"After all, I invited someone to come", suddenly Zhao Gaole smiled.

The handsome smile on his face is pure and quiet.

The white face is cute, and the first impression is that he is a wise scholar.

~Junior, do you want to borrow a sword?Ou Yezi snorted coldly.

There's a guy here who doesn't know how to lift, and if you can beat him out, I'll give you a sword. (Ou Yezi actually didn't think about giving away a sword in his heart, because this person couldn't beat him at all)

Listening to the words of "junior", the sword was sharply disgusted in his heart.

If you want to drink him on the spot, shut up and pay attention to your words and deeds.

But when he thought that he had come to rob, he swallowed it.

~ Wo bag, shame and shame, the sword is shouting in his heart......

No need, the sword replied coldly.

I'm here to borrow a sword, and I continued.

Ou Yezi was just about to ask, but Zhao Gao answered: I see that you are clearly here to rob!

There was not even a place for gold on his body, and the coat he took off was empty.

After Zhao Gaoxu finished chattering, his heart was relatively low and silent, and he continued to say something.

The robbery should also be cyclical and gradual, and it should be above board.

Seeing that you have an excellent temperament, you are definitely a worldly top person to be able to come here.

The sword was idle, and the swordsmith gave him one.

To be able to endure such a great hardship to come here, this is how it should be.

The whole world knows that Ou Yezi is a person in the heavenly court.

The trading of Heavenly Court is inseparable from gold and silver, and it is necessary to borrow a sword from someone like Ou Yezi, to say the least, a one-foot-long box containing gold and silver.

Ou Yezi: How can someone come to this point that an ordinary sword can dismiss?

After a lot of hard work, it must be my treasure sword.

There is a difficult sword to block, and the sword has flesh and blood, which hurts my heart.

Zhao Gao saw the sword standing in place, and didn't know what to interject, so he saw himself at the beginning and understood.

It's rare to see a top-level person at the bottom, and it's okay to accompany him to meet the tribulation, and I've been at home for so many years, even if I don't know him, it's rare to meet him once.

Zhao Gao comforted himself, and the innocence of goodness naturally flowed from the depths of his heart, and he was innocent.

~ Okay, Zhao Gao said in a tone, don't borrow, I'll take him to find tribulation.

~ No, don't bother, I just need a sword, put the sword and interject appropriately.

~ I don't seem to be close to the human touch, but I really can't.

Ou Yezi also felt in his heart that it was rare for a top person to come all the way to this Jedi.

Zhao Gao could see it, and he also felt embarrassed.

On a whim, the people next to him are anxious and important.

Then he said: The fragrance is not for the taste, beating the swordsmith?

Zhao Gao teased in a long voice.

When Ou Yezi heard that Zhao Gao was so virtuous, he pretended to be knowledgeable.

Indifferent and profound: The stone of self-preservation stands in place and is innocent, and others can't move it, but it's no wonder that I don't help it.

Helping stones and helping others is all justified by people. The right and wrong of the stone has its own onlooker's opinion.

Knowing but not knowing, although it is evil, Shi is incapable of arguing.

Shelving the sword: If you help the stone, this chivalrous is polite and stupid.

If you help others, you will naturally remove obstacles and communicate with others.

The tone of the sword stopped, and he stroked the sword, the silver light flashed, the long arc flashed, and the sword went straight to Ou Yezi's chest.

"Extremely fast, all in one go".

The scene was instantaneous, and the silence was silent.

The atmosphere solidifies the perimeter, between the dusty beams and the dirty windows.

I advise you to take your life, Zhao Gao's tone was abrupt: Bet on who has no joy and sorrow in this battle!

~hehe

The three men in quaint clothes were next to each other with a sword.

The simple clothes he wore looked at each other, without grievances or hatred.

Ou Yezi's sword: Zero wind fluttered, like a fierce dragon head, and smashed straight into the cave.

The fight is broken, and it is hard to give courage.

The sword twisted Zhao Gao's sleeve with his backhand, and he started sideways and bounced out of the door.

Zhao Gao flicked his sleeves and waved, and this sword was reflected in the land.

scolded back: Ou Yezi, you are too much, don't you know that Heavenly Court is the religion of benevolence and righteousness!

Your little sword-holding ability, it makes people laugh when you say it, and the weak run wildly.

Ou Yezi looked up at Zhao Gao's fierce expression, and he was rarely restrained and uneasy.

Zhao Gao said viciously: If I hadn't helped just now, Ou Yezi, you would have been cold.

Maybe the other side is at a loss, otherwise you will be the one who dies.

~Dead?Ou Yezi suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Gao whispered softly, but his tone became cold: When people's moral bottom line is broken, benevolence and righteousness must not be taken for granted.

Too many decisions in a moment, and the last consciousness is still alive to take a look at the future.

Put aside the sword and hear the words, silently, do not smell the wind and fragrance, and listen to the persuasion of people without hearing it.

If the sword is in hand, shame, this face does not return, crazy, and walks away, hehe.