The young man stood in the wind with his sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He still maintained the posture when he stabbed the sword, and pointed his jealousy at that target.

"Gao Liancheng!"

Hurt comes from others, but pain comes from oneself, no one can solve problems, only oneself can save oneself.

I don't know when, the girl who had just reached the end of the day, but appeared in front of the arch of the Sunset Garden, staring at the sword stabbed by the flying fire.

But the young man was so focused that he didn't notice that anyone was watching him.

Perhaps now in his eyes, there is no room for anything else, he tries to turn himself into a cold-blooded and ruthless person, and he has set himself the goal of pouring out his anger.

The suffering of the world is added to him, the pain of loneliness is added to him, and the fate of killing is added to him.

How lonely it was, but only at this moment did he understand a little, so much pain was on him, but he didn't know, but the torrent of emotions was opened, and those things that he didn't care about came up together.

The young man raised the long sword, his thoughts, his mind, all condensed on the long sword at this moment, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

He stabbed sword after sword, as if that sword could pierce all the suffering of the world and leave all the troubles behind.

What kind of sword dance was that, obviously the long sword in his hand weighed seven or eight pounds, but inadvertently, it flew in the air with a wonderful trajectory, slow and heavy, but the final stab seemed so sharp and decisive.

The young man danced with his sword, and at the same time chanted a nameless poem in his mouth.

"Born to be separated for a long time, the sword complains of sorrow!" The sword was tactful and elegant, like a confession, and like a wanderer, the sword walked the dragon and snake, and the heavy sword in the hand flickered left and right, and finally another sword pierced the air.

"Although there is no regret in death, where can I return to my heart!" It was another sword, but instead of swinging the long sword, it took the sword body to the front of the abdomen, and the whole body rotated with the sword intent, as if it was in the midst of ten thousand armies, hovering to resist the enemy.

Although he had never practiced swordsmanship, he had seen so many swordsmen that he had never learned their moves, but in extreme anger, he swung such sword dances according to his own will.

The heart of the sword is like a human heart, but the girl standing not far away understands why the sword danced.

On this day, Qingwen is no longer just the previous Qingwen, but has one more identity, the wife of Gao Liancheng, the second son of the Gao family in the Western Regions.

Qingwen noticed the sword in the young man's hand, which was clearly Qin Huan's thunderbolt sword, but in the young man's hand, it lost its previous brilliance and looked a little heavier.

However, how could she know that the young man's heart, like the discolored sword, heavy and resolute, vowed to compete with that Gao Liancheng.

Spitfire took a deep breath, wielding this heavy sword was indeed very physically demanding, and it was indeed difficult to use it as a common weapon.

Fortunately, he is not in a hurry to use this weapon now, but only to sway the unhappiness in his heart, and to turn his emotions into two self-created "swordsmanship".

His mood was a little better because of the joy of wielding his sword intent, and once he focused on something, he found that all his suffering would be lost, no wonder he didn't feel that his suffering was so deep before.

It's all because I've stayed on this island for too long, so I'm stuck in the vortex of emotions.

Spitfire was stunned, he could feel the girl behind him, just now because he was so forgetful, he didn't notice that there was actually someone looking at him behind him.

He can't turn back, and if he does, all those efforts and determinations just now will be in vain.

One of the most beautiful women in the world today was standing behind him, and yet he couldn't look back at her.

Spitfire let out a long breath, not knowing what to say or do, so he just stood there and waited quietly.

Qingwen took the first step and walked towards the Spitfire, but was stopped by the Spitfire.

"Miss Xuanji, please stay, this man's dormitory, don't cross the thunder pool!" Feihuo said resolutely, not even looking back.

The words "Miss Xuanji" hit Qingwen's heart heavily, and the strangeness that she had never felt before hit her heart, she just wanted to come and see this young man who had been sullen today.

However, he refused the concern, whether out of friend or otherwise.

"Spitfire, what's wrong with you?" Qingwen still stubbornly wants to move forward, she has never been such a person who admits defeat so easily, whether it is as Qingwen or "Xuanji".

However, Flying Fire thrust the long sword into the ground, and couldn't help but struck it with a slight shock all around, obviously the sword-wielder was refusing with great determination.

"Girl, we are not close enough to call each other by name, you are already married, why bother to come to me as a hurried passer-by?"

Qingwen felt a chill in her heart, she understood the source of Spitfire's pain, and the conversation on Xiaobie Mountain resurfaced in her heart.

"It turns out that you've been talking about that all along, but we're all stupid, right?" Qingwen said, she didn't say what the words were, but Spitfire must have understood.

"My determination has never changed, so don't shake me again!" Feihuo closed his eyes, he was also thinking about the various things on Xiaobie Mountain, and the conversation in front of Qingwen's mother's grave, he naturally remembered it vividly.

"If you don't want to, maybe I'll do my best to help you!" he had told her, but now that he thought about it, he was just using his status as an excuse to deceive himself.

Everything will be regretted after it is lost, and all things will not be irretrievable until it happens.

It's not too late, but it's not so much more.

"I don't care what you think, did you say that as long as I don't want to, you will help me?" Qing Wen was almost about to say that, almost shocked by Spitfire's sad appearance, and said words of repentance.

"Don't say it, Miss Xuanji, is it worth it for you to do this for me as a hurried passerby, may I ask, you give up all this, what are you going to do with yourself?" Feihuo smiled coldly, laughing at his own heart.

"I almost forgot to congratulate you, Miss Xuanji, you have grown up and found a good husband!"