If a person has no name, he can concentrate on the practice of the sword. What is the world like? Social pain is no more pain than individual suffering.

Is that the person's pain so unimportant? It's a pathological understanding. The beauty of society should not be based on personal suffering.

Rogu crossed.

The world is called heroes.

But Rogu prefers to call him the world. If a person understands the word "tianxia", he will know that the world will cause a person pain.

Rogu looked out in the woods at the distant village, which was quiet. Because the young people of the village have gone to war.

"Uncle, where is this place?" asked Rogu to an old man.

The old man looked at Luo Gu with a hint of vigilance, there may be spies in this era. But a spy probably wouldn't ask such a brain-dead question.

Old man: "This is Qindi", the old man is an old Qin man, full of blood, and the pride in his bones cannot be hidden no matter what.

Luo Gu thought: Qin, this is a great era.

In the constant communication with the old man, Luo Gu came to the conclusion that this was indeed the great era.

This was the time of China's first emperor, Qin Shi Huang. No matter how the history books record, his iron and blood has carved a stroke in the long history, and the traces that cannot be washed away by the long river of time. This is a true king.

Luckily, Luo Gu learned that there was a person in the village who loved swords and kept practicing.

Led by the old man, Rogu saw him.

The old man shouted at the first sight of Rogu: Knife. And Rogu saw him and shouted: Sword.

The man was dressed in black plain clothes and had a very cold temperament. He was more of a weapon than Rogu. Rogu's knife was excited.

This man's name is nameless. He didn't have any name, and he didn't need any words to describe him, because none of the words could describe his God.

Nameless is like a weapon, but Rogu can feel the emotions contained in this weapon.

The more indifferent the person, the most sincere his feelings. Because of the gentle people, they have a less caring attitude towards everything. You think you've walked into his heart, but you're not.

Nameless also saw Rogu, and he could sense that there was someone or something there that he wanted to defeat.

Along the way of martial arts, who is stronger and who is weak between the sword and the sword, maybe no one knows, and there will be no answer. But their respective weapons are eager to fight each other.

Martial arts, there will always be a difference between strength and weakness among those who practice martial arts.

Nameless eyes, Rogu's eyes.

At this glance, the two had already begun to compete in their respective martial arts.

Gaze is like electricity, and gaze can kill people. The battle between the two has begun to develop spiritually.

The old man didn't continue to watch it, because these two people were like this, 'Wang Ba looked at mung beans, and they were addicted to watching each other'.

The old man was busy reaping the fruits of nature. Because, he knew that these two people would not really fight.

The sword and the sword are not in the end, and neither will face each other to life and death.

The old Qin people left like this. He would love to see the two exchanging martial arts.

"You lost", these are nameless words.

"You also lose", these are the words of Rogu.

Luo Gu lost in his innocent heart for the Dao of the Sword has been integrated with impurities.

Nameless loses, he doesn't dare to fight with Rogu. He needs to keep this life and do something he needs to do.

For this matter, Nameless has been waiting for a long time and preparing for a long time.

Ten years ago, it was the day when Nameless began to practice swords, he was a swordsman, a pure swordsman, he could only make one move.

One move is enough, this move, ten steps to kill, within ten steps, one person will be killed. This person is his ultimate goal.

It stands to reason that he has more than one sword move, but he is not satisfied. Because it only takes one sword to kill someone, he combines all his sword moves into one move.

This trick is enough, because after casting it. He couldn't have lived, and neither could that man.

During these ten years, he became a small pavilion chief. He has not been promoted once, and he quietly manages the land of ten miles.

He has no love, no friendship, he doesn't need it. His shadow is his best friend, but he still won't talk to the shadow.

He grew silent, and his sword grew faster.

He had a sword, and only a sword. He is everything he has survived. He became more and more silent, sometimes forgetting the fact that he could still speak.

Nameless: "Knife, good", his words are very succinct, swordsmen should be like this. Simple sword moves, simple life, simple goals. This is namelessness.

But that seemingly simple goal, expressed in a few simple words, is so shocking.

Rogu did not answer nameless.

Nameless, this is an affirmation of him.

Nameless is leaving, to find someone, a man called the Void.

Nameless didn't look at Rogu again.

If Rogu hadn't stopped his way, he would have been no different from the wild rocks on the side of the street. It's not worth it to stay for him.

Rogu watched him go away and didn't stop him.

His back looked so lonely in the dusk. But this loneliness is his best friend. He needed this one loneliness. Lonely people know what the ideal needs to give.

Nameless is gone, with his sword, with his shadow gone.

The old man is back.

"The pavilion chief is gone?" The old man said with some reluctance.

Rogu nodded, he seemed to have lost his words. He didn't really want to talk.

He knew that he had changed, and the demon had told him: "My good brother, you have changed, and you have hesitated to use the knife." ”

Rogu knows. But nothing in this world will last except change.

Is it wrong for Rogu to want to develop his power in the city? No. Because in the original world, if you don't have the strength, you don't have the right to speak. Luo Gu has one enemy, and that is the Northern Royal Family.

He needs a force for the convenience of the future. Now he is weak.

But all this is good, only the result is not good, Luo Gu tried the fragrance of power, he can't let go. People who can't let go often torture themselves. Rogu was no exception, and he kept forcing himself to sink his mind into the knife.

But Rogu failed, and his methods of self-harm did not work at all. It is difficult for people who are disturbed to be calm. If you don't have that enlightenment, or if you have it, you can't do it.

The old man looked at the courtyard where Nameless lived, "Actually, I have known for a long time that the pavilion chief is not a simple person. I know he's a true swordsman. He shouldn't just be in this small place, the outside is his world. ”

The old man looked at Luo Gu, "You look like him." ”

The stream will eventually return to the sea, and the eagle will eventually fly in the sky.

History books will eventually leave an unsung legend.

Luo Gu looked at the old man, is this the mind of the old Qin people? They long for the eagle to fly freely, and in the face of the eagle's high flight, they only have blessings for the eagle. They want the eagle to fly higher and higher.

Rogu didn't speak, and he walked into the nameless courtyard. He wanted to stay here and hone his sword path.

The old man didn't stop him, because he knew that Nameless would not turn back. The position of pavilion chief is just a rest stop for him. It was his ten-year break. How many decades will there be in life.

Rogu pulled out the knife he was carrying.

Now the memory doesn't look like that dazzling red, just a normal knife should look like. It's all under Rogu's control.

After all, this is a knife that belongs to Rogu.