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Chapter 144: Tears

Reincarnation Peak, Mountainside, Stone Pavilion.

The cold wind, blowing through the quiet bamboo forest, the bamboo shadow swaying, making a rustling sound, the sound came to the stone pavilion, almost slightly inaudible, the surrounding mountains are full of wild flowers, in the middle of the night in this spring March, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of wild flowers, the fragrance is fragrant, refreshing.

The quiet moonlight shines on this ancient Cangyun mountainside, and the moonlight is dotted with stars, like mercury falling to the ground, gathering invisible, quite beautiful.

The bright moon, the hundred flowers, the swaying bamboo shadows, the fairyland-like beauty of this world, in front of the woman in white who sat on the bench at the edge of the stone pavilion with her chin propped up, seemed to have lost its color.

The beautiful woman in white is like a Nine Heavens Xuannu who is not contaminated with the slightest worldly fireworks, holy and refined, beautiful, as if even heaven and earth are overwhelmed by it.

As for the other young man in the stone pavilion, he didn't have such an artistic conception, he greedily played with the three-foot divine sword with the snow-white sword body in his hand, and his expression was quite obscene.

Anyone can see that his eyes are full of greed at this moment, as if he has been coveting the Excalibur in his hand for a long time.

"No blade sword, slashing dust, three lives and seven generations continue to ......"

The faint but desolate chanting voice suddenly sounded slowly in the depths of Ye Xiaochuan's mind and soul, and the voice was sad and poignant, as if it was full of lingering sorrow. Even though Ye Xiaochuan was ignorant of the relationship between men and women at the moment, he could hear that voice in an instant, full of longing and pain.

"The heavens are vast, the red dust is noisy, what does immortality have to do with me. A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult? Why is it so hard, so hard......"

The sword god Situ Feng's predecessor seemed to be awakened by the dust, and his hoarse and desolate chanting almost made people cry, especially the last few words, which made people almost feel his heartbroken, heart-rending pain and despair.

Ye Xiaochuan's expression suddenly changed in this silent moment, and the obscene expression on his face gradually disappeared, as if there was a little sadness and complexity.

He stretched out his hand, as if touching his most beloved woman, and his fingers gently swiped the white snow-white sword body of the slashing dust.

"Li'er. ”

Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be possessed by someone's soul, and softly called these two words in his mouth.

Who is Li'er?

Could it be that he called Su Qinglian, the owner of the Dust Slashing Sword six thousand years ago?

In his bright eyes, tears of gentle longing slowly dripped down, crossed his cheeks full of pain and sorrow, and dripped on the white sword in his hand.

Syllable......

Tears fell on the sword's body, turning into countless tiny droplets, like the most poignant flowers in the world, suddenly blooming on the sword's body.

And Ye Xiaochuan didn't seem to feel the slightest feeling for his strange feelings at the moment, drop by drop, and by drop, his tears of sadness and despair, like a broken thread pearl that couldn't be contained, flowed down in a hurry.

His whole person seemed to fall into some kind of inexplicable artistic conception, and his tone repeatedly whispered "Pian'er, Pian'er......"

Soon, the beautiful fairy Yun Qiyou, who was dressed in white like snow, noticed Ye Xiaochuan's unusual expression.

He's in tears?

She was puzzled, looked carefully, and sure enough, she saw that Ye Xiaochuan's cheeks were full of sadness and pain, and there were tear stains.

She got up and finally heard clearly the two words that Ye Xiaochuan was calling in her mouth in tears of despair and sadness at the moment.

"Mercy!"

Yun Qiyou's expression changed instantly, and the light in his eyes was first bright, and then, the essence of light dimmed, and seemed to turn into a bit of tenderness and infinite tenderness and affection.

She stretched out her hand, and her white palm seemed to want to hold the back of Ye Xiaochuan's hand, which was almost trembling slightly.

However, the moment she stretched out her hand, it seemed that something came to her mind, and she finally took it back.

Her lips moved, as if with a rare touch of tenderness, and she said softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Xiaochuan's body shook suddenly, as if Yun Qiyou's short and gentle four words seemed to wake him up from that mysterious and strange state.

"What happened to me?"

Ye Xiaochuan looked around a little blankly, and when he saw the gentleness of the woman in white in front of him with a little concern, he was stunned.

Immediately, a heart-rending pain hit his heart again, and this time, he understood what was going on, this heart-wrenching and sad interest did not come from himself, but from the sword god Situ Feng's predecessor who lived in seclusion in the depths of his soul.

The short and distant memories floated in his mind like clouds, flashing rapidly, and he could almost see a man and a woman flying in the sky with a divine sword, flying for nine days.

The man's name was Situ Feng.

The woman's name was ...... Su Qinglian.

Bang!

At the moment when Ye Xiaochuan lost his mind, a soft sound suddenly came from the quiet stone pavilion, which disrupted Ye Xiaochuan's memory.

He came back to his senses and looked down, only to see that the Dust Cutting Divine Sword that he had been holding in his hand had fallen on the stone slab under his feet when he was distracted and looking at the memories of Situ Feng's predecessors.

Yun Qiyou in front of her fingers moved, and the dust cutting sword that fell at her feet flew into her hand, she staggered, and the sword was sheathed, but her eyes were full of complexity and weirdness.

She looked deeply at Ye Xiaochuan, who was fluctuating violently just now, as if she was thinking about something.

In fact, Rao is her cultivation is profound and experienced, and she never imagined that at this moment, in Ye Xiaochuan's body and soul, there is actually a remnant soul living in it, a remnant soul from 6,000 years ago.

The wind gently blew through the mountainside of the reincarnation peak, and the bamboo shadows swayed, and in the rising moonlight, this small resting stone pavilion gradually darkened.

Ye Xiaochuan was in an irritable mood, and scolded Situ Feng in his mind who affected his mood swings. Thinking that a wisp of the remnant soul of this sword god predecessor resides in his soul, it is indeed not a long-term solution, and inadvertently, his emotions will be affected by this remnant soul.

It seems that I have to find a way to drive out the remnant souls of the predecessors of the Sword God, otherwise I don't know how I died.

The two of them stood in the stone pavilion like this, and after a long time, Yun Qiyou turned around and said, "It's not early, I'll go back first." ”

With that, she was about to leave.

Suddenly, Ye Xiaochuan said: "Female robber." ”

Yun Qiyu frowned and said, "What?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "After you defeat Senior Brother Qi Feiyuan early tomorrow morning, the opponent the day after tomorrow will be me, how about the agreement we came to." ”

Yun Qiyou said: "Say it." ”

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I know that I am not your opponent, and we are not allowed to urge the Beidou Divine Sword Formation, but you have to give me enough face, when we fight, you pull out the dust, even if I lose, there is a light on my face." ”

Yun Qi said lightly: "If you want to force me to draw my sword in the ring, you don't have to beg me, with your strength, once you urge the Beidou Divine Sword Formation, I have to draw my sword." ”