Li Brown was very weak, and this feeling was too familiar to him.

Fate is unpredictable, especially when God arranges it according to his likes and dislikes.

There is no one to complain, and God doesn't listen to your complaints.

There was even a moment when Li Brown felt that he was a disaster star, and wherever he went, he would lead the disaster to wherever he went.

The tragic deaths of my mother and Su Li suddenly piled up in front of me again, and the reality of being unable to resist forced people's hearts to feel depressed. He sat at the mouth of the well, and the water vapor flowing from the spiritual veins was slammed into his distracted sword qi.

But Ping'er's face emerged from the darkness of her closed eyes again, and behind the shadow was Shi Jie's painful voice. I can't tell whether it's pity or pity, Li Brown's heart is pounding.

For a moment, he really wanted to forget everything and be a turtle bastard. But sometimes things in the world are like this, and the more you try to forget, the more you remember them.

Ping'er's handsome face is not the same as Su Li's, Ping'er is thinner, and her body is also thin and straight, compared with Su Li's plump body, it has a different look and feel.

Li Brown felt a burst of heat on his body, and his mouth was dry.

The heart is ape, and the thoughts are flying far away.

When he opened his eyes, he still couldn't stand the persecution of the word "de" after all.

"Are you worthy of Su Li?"

This phrase has always been on his mind.

This sentence has repeatedly played a sobering role when he has been delirious many times.

When the eyes opened, all the fantasies vanished.

If you can't keep the festival, you'd rather go to a small yellow door.

What is life for? Is it a constraint that we have imposed on ourselves?

After all, there is a feeling, and this feeling cannot be forgotten.

Since Shi Jie told Li Brown what he had been accumulating for a long time that day, he felt much lighter, as if the emotions that had been stored up for a long time were just to spit out.

However, his hidden worries about Ping'er could not be eliminated after all.

Her life's events are undecided, and she really can't rest assured.

Thinking of the past, I can't help but sigh and sigh, people are old, and they can't find anything when they let go. But people follow one after another, one after another, and this is a kind of joy. The heirs inherit their own body and blood first, and then they have their own thoughts. The old self is gone, and the new self will continue from generation to generation.

Shi Jie looked out the window, the kendo hall was very clean, and the occasional bird chirped a few times, and the hearts of the people who were watching were empty.

He thought again that he had never had the freedom of Senior Brother Sha, perhaps, it was his persistence and preoccupation that made Ping'er's mother choose herself.

It seemed like a long time ago.

Or maybe he was too worried, and there is no movement from the court to this day, Shi Jie said in his heart, I really hope it is just his own random speculation.

It's been a long time since I went to the South. At this time, Jiangnan is picturesque, but it is a good place to relax.

At that time, you must drink well, enjoy the scenery, and be an idler.

As he thought so, Shisuke's right eyelid suddenly jumped. A strange sensation hit his heart, but then he was covered with a wave of sleepiness.

It is only when we are asleep that the human mind is still, and all communication with nature proceeds silently.

The sound of the birds gradually became inaudible, the sunlight gradually became invisible, the purity and noise were chaotic, and his slanted eyes finally could not support it, and his eyelids drooped secretly.

Cui Lu and Su Xuan squatted in a corner of an alley, each with a wide black wooden cane in their hands. Xiao Han's double swords are hidden inside.

The two of them were thinking about it, but they saw the bareback old man in the nursing home walking tremblingly in a broken shirt.

"Little brother, I know you. He said with his mouth open for scarce teeth.

This made Cui Lu and Su Xuan tense up and stood up unconsciously.

He slowly looked into the distance and said, "You also use a sword, and you are not a small talent." ”

Cui Lu still looked at him nervously.

This man speaks lightly, and even his manners and movements are fluttering. He doesn't look like a swordsman, and besides, such an old swordsman is useless.

His heart gradually calmed down, and Cui Lu felt a little sword qi, scattered and scattered, outside of the presence and absence.

"Alas," he smacked, and continued, "hurry up, go far, do you see this city of Tokyo, is it still a place for people?"

The two of them did not answer, and only the old man muttered here alone.

"In the past ten years, especially in the last five years, things have gone from bad to worse. Look at it, what you eat and drink, it's getting worse and worse!"

As he spoke, the old man turned around secretly, as if he had come here just to vent his complaints.

The moment he turned around, Cui Lu faintly saw the shadow of a sword on his side face.

Cui Lu was startled and hurriedly looked at his back. His broken shirt is sometimes hidden, sometimes bulging, sometimes flat. As he hid, a sword appeared on his back.

The back is like an animal skin, but it is more like a piece of yellow earth, with tendons and veins coiled, ravines and ravines, and sparse hairs like loose trees. When the wind blows, it swings back and forth.

Su Xuan also saw this scene, and the two faced each other, so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Su Xuan said: "This person is not simple. He's said so, aren't you really going to change your mind?"

Cui Lu shook his head and let out a long sigh.

The two fell silent again.

After a long time, Cui Lu stomped his feet and suddenly said, "I can only try now." ”

"What?"

"There are ten highly respected abbots in Tokyo's Daishokokuji Temple, who are known as the first in terms of knowledge. Ten years ago, they had discussed the sword behind closed doors with the emperor, and some secrets of the emperor and the court may be known. ”

Su Xuan knew that this Great Xiangguo Temple was an imperial temple, and her eyes widened and asked, "Didn't you throw yourself into the net?"

"There's no other way. Ten hosts may be able to help solve doubts. ”

She didn't say anything anymore, knowing that Cui Lu was bent on going her own way, and it was not good to change her mind.

For the sake of preparation, Su Xuan decided to explore the reality first.

Cui Lu agreed, but still had to pick her up outside the temple just in case.

The two decided to go under disguise.

Wang Hao came to urge the little maid at home early and asked Guizhuang to look for it day and night.

Guizhuang had no choice but to be ordered to wander the streets. He knew that this quasi-quasi was related to Sun Dan, and this person did not go to work outside the palace in person, but only dispatched back and forth in Da Nei.

One reason is that he is afraid of death, and he is afraid that Cui Lu will intercept his way, and the other reason is that he is busy and idle.

Guizhuang came out of the palace in a leisurely manner, and said in his heart, Cui Lu is troublesome, Lord Wang is even more troublesome, he is not so tired when he is a cow and a horse, and he is on call. Who allowed himself to eat a man, and took a man, to be the son, and not to thank others?

Thinking about Cui Lu again, it's strange that Qinggao has no backer, and this time, he may even be asked for his life.

Originally, their swordsmen were only responsible for practicing swords, studying and repairing the sword scriptures of the past dynasties, but later the emperor had a whim, and it was not uncommon for the ministers to be rewarded with gold and jade jewelry, so they let the ministers also practice the sword scriptures they liked.

This time it was chaotic, of course, I have to admit that it did balance the power of the Sword Academy.