It's spring again, and the frost and snow are gone.

"What's the matter, you have been absent-minded lately?" He looked at Mingzhu, who had been reluctant to give up recently, and was a little puzzled.

"Are you sick?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead.

It's just that Mingzhu smiled and shook her head, she just looked at the person she loved in front of her

I can't hide my happiness.

"I'm hungry. ”

He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"I want to eat what you cooked. ”

She said with a small face on her back.

"Good. ”

It seems that he has never refused her request.

It's just that providence is impermanent.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, Erniu got on a passing merchant ship, he has been yearning for the outside world, and now he is seventeen years old, he has been secretly practicing swords all these years, longing for the life of fighting swords in the rivers and lakes.

And Ono and Xiao Ke also went together, they didn't tell Mingzhu, but secretly left, because they knew that Mingzhu wouldn't let them go.

It's just that no one thought that this time it would be goodbye.

However, in just two months, what was sent back were two corpses, both of which were killed by a sword piercing, one in the throat, the other in the heart, and as for the last person, the corpses were gone, which was Xiao Ke.

When they sent it back, it was already stinking, and it is said that they traveled thousands of miles to worship a great sect in the rivers and lakes, but they returned to Jiuyou because of strife.

Mingzhu fainted on the spot, and woke up crying and fainting several times.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let them go. ”

She hugged him and burst into tears, crying silently, this was the first time she cried in so many years, so heartbreaking, such a heart-wrenching heart, and he was the same.

Mingzhu once told him that when she was fifteen years old, it was a snowy winter, and her parents left her to take care of her younger brother and then went to sea to fish, and then she never returned, and she waited for half a month until she saw the wreck of the ship that was hit by the waves on the shore before finally despairing.

Today, the same is true of her brother, who is dependent on each other.

He didn't know how to comfort or appease, he just let her lean on in silence, listening to her tell what had happened in the past, happy and happy.

Until finally he hummed the song he had loved for so many years, only this time it was he who hummed it, and the one who sang it before became the listener.

Looking at the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, he carefully put her on the bed and walked out.

The sky is shining, but the bamboo forest is very quiet.

He glanced at the empty center in front of the bamboo house, which was very special, and it was more appropriate for him to put his sword, or bury it.

A long time ago, he could feel as if something was calling to him, but after a long time, this call was gone.

This bamboo forest is becoming more and more purple, and it seems that it is only a trace away from turning it all into purple, but after all, there is still a trace of it, a time for transformation.

Now, there are three more graves.

After staring for a long time, he turned back to the house, and then sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and in one night, Mingzhu woke up from his dream six times, each time to see if he was not there, as if he was afraid that he would disappear one day.

Seeing that he was still clutching his pearl while he was asleep, he gently wiped away the tears on her face and sat quietly all night.

Since that night, he has taken her with him in everything he does.

It's just that the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, and the atmosphere of tranquility and peace will always be broken under various circumstances.

The abnormality and difference of this bamboo forest finally attracted peeps, and they all felt that this was a spiritual object of heaven and earth, indeed, how could ordinary bamboo, how could it exude such brilliance, not a demon spirit.

And they are the ones who killed the three brothers, the Qingcheng faction.

When they left the island, the swords they brought were all swords sharpened by the purple bamboo, but although they were bamboo swords, they were difficult to hurt, so they attracted their peeps.

Looking at the blue-robed swordsman standing in front of him, he was silent, standing there quietly, the swordsman was past middle age, with a slight beard on his face, and his hair was black and white, which looked a bit like gray.

And the sword in his hand is a bamboo sword, which is one of the three children sharpened by Liu Baiyi at the beginning, Ono's sword, slightly thinner.

Inside the house, Mingzhu was sleeping soundly, and during this time she was in a trance, weak energy, and very tired.

"You shouldn't have come to this island, you shouldn't have come to this bamboo forest, and you shouldn't have held this sword. ”

He looked at the middle-aged swordsman who was looking at the bamboo forest unscrupulously, those eyes were full of greed, and he suddenly felt worthless about the death of three children at the hands of such a person.

"It turns out that they are your younger brothers. ”

The middle-aged swordsman looked over, it seemed that he hadn't looked at Liu Baiyi from the beginning, in his eyes, Liu Baiyi couldn't get into his eyes, because he was a congenital master, a heroic man in the rivers and lakes, and the head of the Qingcheng faction, even Lin Tiannan, the leader of the martial arts alliance, had to respect him for three points when he saw it.

His face was calm, but his eyes were filled with contempt, or indifference.

And the person opposite him, who was regarded as an ordinary man, lost his former innocence, and his face became very calm.

"I told myself that I wouldn't let her cry, and it seems that I broke my promise. ”

He seemed to be afraid of waking up the sleeping person behind him, his tone was slight, and the person slowly walked towards the middle-aged swordsman.

And the middle-aged swordsman was surprised, his right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword, and then just waited for the person who seemed to be looking for death to come to him, and then the sword took his life, he would not show mercy because the other party was ordinary, he had killed many people over the years, including the old and weak, women and children.

One step, two steps...... The man did look ordinary, and his steps were slow and slow.

"Ugh. ”

Finally, as soon as his hand holding the sword moved, the bamboo sword made a strange sound, turning into an afterimage, and soon the sword could pierce the heart of the person in front of him just by stabbing it.

However, the next moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, the bamboo sword had stopped as soon as it reached mid-air, and the indifference on his face slowly changed, turning into disbelief, looking at the hand that had disappeared into his chest.

"Poof!"

It wasn't the sound of vomiting blood, but the sound of flesh cracking, and the hand with a bright red heart came straight out of his back.

He suddenly felt a little cold, probably as a result of the rapid spurting of blood, and then he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

In the end, only the man standing alone was left, he looked at his bloodstained hands and frowned a little, and then looked behind him with some worry, and saw that the people in the room were still asleep and relieved.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, he looked at the bamboo sword on the ground.

"Two more. ”

He whispered, and then waited quietly, he wanted to pick up the bamboo sword on the ground, but he didn't.