After the snowflakes of grace are flying, they are always like powder, like sand, and they will never stick together, but they will withdraw on the house, on the ground, on the dry grass, and that's it.

This snow came suddenly, fluttering, not very big, far less than the goose feather snow seen in Yanmen Mountain many years ago.

In the cold wind, except for the soldiers who were on the night vigil wearing cotton jackets and shivering in the cold wind, most of the others hid in the warm quilts in the tents.

There was silence in the night.

Li Wenshuo didn't sleep, I don't know when, he developed the habit of staying up late, standing outside the tent at this time, there was a large open space in front of him, carrying a sword in his hand, and the dusty snow fell on his shoulders, and then fell down.

Taking a deep breath, a fearless wind blew in the air, a little cold in his throat, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword began to dance, turning in a curved arc in the air.

The movements are not fast, like an ordinary person who has not been learning martial arts for a long time.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Li Wenshuo just wanted to practice the sword and relax his muscles and bones, but the road was simple, the sword intent was profound, and his own wind and snow gathered at the tip of the sword, shining white snow, like a girl's skin, incomparable.

Looking at this scene, his expression was slightly stunned, and the sword suddenly stopped in the air, but the strength did not stop, and when it reached the ground, it exploded into white snow dust.

I don't know the fate, Li Wenshuo thought of the archery girl named Shuanglan on the grassland, and the appearance in his memory was already a little blurred, but the snow in front of him was like her snow-white neck, which was unforgettable.

But in his eyes, there are always some red blood stains on it.

He knew that it was the demon obstacle in his heart, the grace of the world, and what could be compared to a life?

If he dispels the demonic barrier, it is undeniable that his strength will rise rapidly, and he will even have the opportunity to cross the threshold of the realm of breaking the army, but he can't do it, this matter is very difficult for him.

And he didn't want to disperse, which was different from his ways.

It's late at night, people are very tired, tired from living, tired from practicing swords, and even more tired from fighting.

But I still have to live.

Li Wenshuo sat in the snow, a dim bonfire simmering in front of him, in the wind and snow, the long sword was held in his arms, lightly pressed against his cheek, cold and cold.

There was a dragon's low roar in his ears, only he could hear it, but he didn't move much, there was a look of surprise, all these years, he and this dragon soul have been very familiar.

Just like the soul of the woman in the original green frost.

The former is like a mother, protecting him to grow up safely, after breaking, the sword soul is extinguished, and he also died for him, so he was angry and sad and wanted to go to Huashan to take Lin Hua's life.

Today is an ice dragon who loves wind and snow, good wind and moon, and when it comes to snowy days, when she meets Zhong Lingyuxiu's woman, she will cheer.

It's really a lustful sword.

Li Wenshuo thought about it, and smiled bitterly, he really wanted to hear that person call his name from this sword soul, and that name was not called Li Wenshuo, nor was it called Li Bo, but called Jianyi.

But I couldn't hear it anymore.

The night was very sleepy, and now that she has married a wife and given birth to a child, the little girl who was like her sister back then has long since lost her mind, whether she has been reincarnated, or is still lonely and surrounded by the sword.

He didn't know, and rarely even remembered, that only in this silent and unmanned night would he rarely touch the scene.

He is still a lonely swordsman, he got what he wanted, and his heart was not satisfied, but he was full of loss, because what he got was what he got and what he got was emptiness after joy.

How should a swordsman spend his life?

Since he is lonely, he should be accompanied by a sword all his life, and he may have loved a girl in his life, but when others say it, they only say that he is a sword idiot who has broken off seven emotions and six desires.

When you get old, lean in front of the window, or sit in the tavern, listen to the warriors boast about the seemingly unrelated stories, laugh wildly in interesting places, tilt your head, and pour down the spirits, your eyes are blurred but still gentle and lingering.

He thought like this, sighing, how heroic, how chic, how lonely.

He vaguely remembered that Lao Huang had said that he would not go to Zhou Bingyun, because he was an assassin, and an assassin was destined to spend his life in loneliness, and he could not have the slightest weakness, so that he could be invincible.

Lao Huang has now married Zhou Bingyun back home, and the letter from the family said that his sister-in-law was pregnant, and the old man said that he was a male baby, and by June next year, he was afraid that he would have to have another big nephew.

Zhou Bingyun found his home and said that he wanted to set a baby kiss for the two families, but Luo Jiuyi refused without thinking about it.

Her thoughts are always difficult to guess, but Li Wenshuo guesses clearly every time, and she doesn't have to make any effort, she feels that she is her daughter, and she should be like herself.

There is a good saying, women don't let their eyebrows go, right?

The assassin married his wife, so he ranked from tenth to sixth, but in Li Wenshuo's heart, the most powerful person was still the former tenth umbrella holder, not the current sixth Lao Huang.

It's not that Lao Huang is not powerful, it's just that he himself said that the assassin who is no longer lonely has long since died half of his life, and half of his feet have walked into the self-dug grave.

He still doesn't understand love, what is love, the original thoughts are now as plain as water, and all the memories are just a smile when I think of it, this is love?

But the truth is always different from the sour love story of the literati in the book, his wife is not a lady, not an official lady, but the leader of the Demon Sect.

He is not a wandering swordsman, nor is he a tanhua champion, but the nominal noble marquis of Liyang.

This made him unable to learn from it, just like he wrote half of the sword dictionary himself, and he still hasn't continued to write it.

Thinking about it, his mind was full of Luo Jiuyi's voice and smile, and his infant daughter, all the memories gathered together, and it was that cold face, frowning and looking at himself.

He quickly got up and admitted his mistake, although he didn't know what he was wrong and what had happened.

Then he froze, and the bonfire was extinguished.

A layer of white also fell on the charred firewood.

In an instant, he understood the love words in the script.

At the end of the day, for you.

Dead or alive, the meaning of my existence, everything and everything, is because of you.

Li Wenshuo grinned, with two lines of tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes and heart were full of thoughts.

Broken Tooth returned to his scabbard, and he opened his arms and embraced the sky, and countless elves in the night sky cheered.

The world is starting to look different.

This is the first snow in the third year of the Apocalypse, and it has fallen all night, and the seeds that fell to the ground next to Li Wenshuo sprouted, growing fresh and green leaves, shivering in the wind and snow, and then being uprooted by Li Wenshuo's brutal uprooting, regardless of the mud, dust and snow on it, and the juice that was stuffed into his mouth and chewed splashed everywhere.

One night, enlightened in the snowstorm, among the seventh ** ten people on the martial arts list, Li Wenshuo, who was tenth, took the lead in entering the realm of breaking the army, only twenty-two years old.