"The lonely peak is remnant, the north wind is cold, the snow is thousands of miles, and the eyes are still there. —isolated peaks, as if something was missing. Heading north, a cold wind howled and blew across his cheeks. The mountains and snow thousands of miles away watched him leave and watched him return.

"The lonely snow peak on Dugu Mountain, the white snow has been drifting for many years, the flying snow is miserable and cold to the bone, and the cold wind is leisurely thinking about the old people. This is Duguyan's hometown, the place where he was born, no matter how cold it is, he will miss it here, just like he misses him here.

"An evergreen tree in the snow, and an infatuated lover buried under the tree.

"The infatuated lover goes to the infatuated sky, the world is empty and the infatuation is left in the grave, the barren grass is lined with fragrant bones, and the earthly Feifei survives the catastrophe.

"It's hard to help it, it's hard to get rid of grievances, it's hard to get rid of the clouds, and it's hard to get rid of the clouds. ”

- Dugu Yan buried the two under an ancient pine, he lowered his head and carved words on the stone tablet, silently shedding tears, tears in the cold wind, quickly condensed into ice. He lamented: "Perhaps, only when people die can they be truly free." ”

He wasn't happy, at least for now.

He looked up at the mountain and saw that Lone Snow Peak was still standing there, just like when he left home.

Lone Snow Peak is very high, and the steep stone wall is like a human face, like an old man, looking down on the world.

Dugu Yan climbed towards the summit, where it is said that there lived a mysterious old man, who lived there when his father was very young, and no one knew how old he was, not even himself.

Dugu Yan came to the snow-capped peak, looked up at the sky, and something strange fell from the sky.

They are neither snow nor rain, something that only northerners know about. They were like grains of rice, more like little pearls, which smashed on his body, rolled to the ground, turned into water, and frozen.

This complicated process, like life, is long and bumpy.

"Sky, what is the sky?" he looked at the sky so vast, it seemed that he could tolerate anything, but what about himself? He was asking himself what he could tolerate. If he hadn't avenged his father, would he still be the Three Evils? If he had died like that, would he have so many regrets?

All kinds of questions were baffling him, he was very uncomfortable, he was sad, he wanted to find his answer in the sky, but he fell into new questions.

He drew his sword and danced in the snow, where the cold light flickered, there was a murderous intent. What a wonderful swordsmanship! It's a pity that it can't kill now.

"Love is a bitter sea, enmity and hatred are fleeting, only the sword is accompanied, three lives dance alone, I am willing to exhaust everything I have, make it faster and more ruthless, this is my mission. I want to use this sword to wash away all the sins of this world, and may the fire of hell never rest and burn out the long-cherished wishes of my life. May the world never have hatred, may the earth rest in peace for a long time, may I have no afterlife, may I sleep forever......" He gathered his sword and read aloud the words on the stone wall, which he had once carved, and the words were still so clear, but he was no longer the one who carved them.

He thought of Hongyu again, he knew that after he met her, he was no longer the same person he used to be, he faced the cold wind, and muttered: "If she can be by my side, it doesn't matter how cold it is, because love is warm." I am willing to open my heart, to hug her, to let the cold air with her into my arms, with my body heat, to warm them together. ”

In the cold wind, he opened his mind alone, like a lonely little fool, facing the wind, as if hugging something, but in fact his arms were empty.

He was crying again......

He remembered that when he was a child, he was very incompetent, and he was often bullied and embarrassed by some naughty children. At that time, Xiaofang was still very young, not good-looking, very small, but very fat, like a juju, round, but she was very brave.

Every time he was bullied, she would stand up bravely and protect him.

Time flies, more than ten years have passed, and she has become beautiful, but she is still the same brave and brave to protect him.

Dugu Yan slapped himself twice, he hated himself for being too useless.

He is so lonely, and the more lonely he is, the more afraid he is of loneliness. He ran all the way down the hill and stood by her grave, weeping. and the tragic fate of Arou, they have all protected him and used all their might.

He hated himself even more, so he ran to the top of the hill and ran down again, back and forth...... Until the appearance of a person.

He was wearing a silver-white robe, his forehead was high and protruding, his face was wrinkled, he had white hair like snow, thick eyebrows like snow, and white beard like snow.

He looked down at Dugu Yan, his eyes were like two cold arrows, and Dugu Yan couldn't breathe.

"Who are you, why are you here?" asked Dugu Yan without any expression.

The old man laughed twice, his voice was very vicissitudes and desolate, and he replied: "People live for a long time, they must forget some things, you ask me what my name is, who I am, this-I can't remember clearly, as for why I am here, it is naturally because this is my home." ”

"Your home, where do you live?"

"Yes, I was buried here many years ago, so I was born here, and life and death are relative. Death sometimes means a new beginning, how can you face the future if you can't let go of the past? There are many people who fail, and there are many reasons for failure, but it depends on how you understand it. You don't forgive yourself, but maybe they don't blame you. ”

"Why are you talking to me so much?"

"Hmm~" The old man pondered for a moment, and then said: "Perhaps, we are fellow countrymen." ”

"We're fellow countrymen?"

"Yes, because you used to live here, and this is your home, isn't it?"

Dugu Yan nodded. The old man continued: "Not only do you live here, but your ancestors have lived here, and your family has lived here since the Eastern Han Dynasty. With your exquisite understanding of swordsmanship, your Dugu family has been rampant for hundreds of years, but do you know why?"

Dugu Yan said: "Didn't you just say it, it was with a subtle understanding of swordsmanship. ”

"No, no," the old man shook his head again and again, and said, "I'm not asking about this, I'm asking why your Dugu clan has endured." ”

Dugu Yan said: "Maybe it's because the things recorded on the sword seal are very good, so everyone who has seen it can rely on their own understanding to create a set of exquisite swordsmanship." ”

"No, no," the old man shook his head again, and said, "I've seen that sword chapter, it's not exquisite." I have received a lot of talented apprentices, the most recent one is now the famous martial arts alliance leader in the rivers and lakes, Liu Wenhan, the son of Liu Zhengqi, I taught him to practice swordsmanship according to the method recorded in your sword chapter, and he also relied on his own understanding to create and practice a set of his own swordsmanship. ”

Dugu Yan said: "Why do you know my family's sword seal, and why do you want to teach it to him?"