Thousands of miles of ice, endless and endless!

The sky is full of snow, and the field of vision is not as good as a few feet!

Kitayama is a mountain, too, and as it is too cold, the birds are exhausted!

The lonely mountain is also a mountain, and no one comes because it is too cold!

It's not very cold here, because they don't wear much and don't show the slightest sign of cold, maybe because their hearts are hot, how can they be afraid of the snow?

The Qingyan sword stands in the snow, the snow is not deep but it has never fallen, the snow is covered from its sword body but it is not touched, the cyan glow, a little cold, even if it is still cold in the snow, it is no matter how good it is, it is just an iron sword, without meeting a good swordsman, it will always be a cold iron sword!

Suddenly a strong wind rose in the col, and the snow in the sky and on the ground also danced in all directions.

Two bursts of light, two gusts of wind, or two figures swept over the col, and when the wind stopped and the snow fell vertically, they saw two people standing on the snow, when did they come here, or did they stay here?

The two of them gasped for breath, even in the ice and snow, there were still beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads, and they didn't know how long they had been fighting here?

The two walked to the edge of the cliff, and this position happened to see the sunset, and it was also the time when the sun was setting, two jars of wine, and the last two jars of wine!

Shi Wuming said, "Apprentice, do you know what this wine tastes like?"

Finally, Nameless thought for a while and said, "Spicy and pure, strong and cool, both astringent and sweet." ”

Shi Wuming said, "Then do you think it's delicious?"

"I don't have the right to judge whether it's good or not, but I know in what state of mind it's not a waste to drink it, and if I shouldn't drink it, I will never drink it!"

Shi Wuming said: "Then do you think it should be or shouldn't be today?"

The last nameless smile said: "Snow mountain, confidant, wine, shouldn't it be at this time?"

Shi Wuming's expression suddenly became serious, and he said with an extremely indifferent expression: "I don't think I should drink at this moment!"

The end of the nameless asked curiously, "Why?"

Shi Wuming said: "We always thought that the highest level of the sword was the heart sword, but in the end we were all wrong!"

The final nameless was surprised and asked, "Wrong! What is wrong with us?"

Shi Wuming didn't speak, quietly watching the sunset disappear little by little, maybe the answer was there.

The nameless finally looked in the direction of the sunset, and he seemed to have found something, and his eyes were full of contradictions and doubts!

It was dark, I couldn't see the snow, I couldn't see the mountains, I couldn't see the people, and finally the waning moon rose, and the earth was returned to a ray of light!

Looking at the waning moon on his head, Shi Wuming muttered to himself: "Heaven and earth are broken, the full moon will be missing, nothing in this world is broken, and no thing is perfect, the sword is broken, and the heart is also broken!"

Finally, Nameless said: "Since it is a cripple, why should we be persistent? We can choose to give up kendo and give up Qingyan!"

Looking at the waning moon in the sky, Shi Wuming smiled, smiling so brightly! The vicissitudes of life were full of joy and excitement, and he seemed to realize something?

Shi Wuming said: "The ultimate in incompleteness is perfection, providence, providence!"

Shi Wuming suddenly stood up and shouted loudly to the sky, but Wu Mingming secretly wondered why the master was so excited?

Shi Wuming said: "Pick up the Qingyan Sword, and we will finish the story that has not yet been written!"

There was no doubt in the slightest, although he didn't understand the master's intentions, he absolutely believed in the master's swordsmanship.

In the blink of an eye, the end nameless had taken a few steps back, and the traces of his feet on the ground were quickly submerged in the heavy snow. With a "whoosh", Qingyan's sword finally arrived in the hands of a swordsman, it was no longer cold, and it slowly became warm!

I saw Shi Wuming's right hand gently stirring on the heavy snow, and those flying snowflakes instantly solidified together, and a three-foot white snow sword flew into Shi Wuming's hand, Shi Wuming touched the white snow sword in his hand and said: "Good sword, good sword!"

Suddenly turned around and said to the end nameless: "The last sword of Beigu Qingyan, life is success, and death is also success!"

"It's a pleasure to be able to witness a new sword, but dying for a new sword is the best place for an immortal swordsman?"

With that, the two stopped talking!

Qingyan Sword, Baixue Sword, the two swords are blended together!

Two people, two swords, but dancing the same extreme swordsmanship!

Sword flowers, snowflakes are staggered and difficult to distinguish, the two swordsmanship is strikingly similar, every move and style is so incredible, and it is easily resolved by the opponent, every sword has the power to turn over the river and the sea but disappears without a trace, it seems that even a snowflake can't bear to hurt!

Qingyan's sword qi devoured the white snow sword in Shi Wuming's hand step by step, but he didn't have the slightest fear, and the sword technique was still orderly!

Shi Wuming muttered silently: "One sword, two swords, three swords, eighteen, nineteenth swords!"

When the nineteenth sword was counted, the white snow sword in Shi Wuming's hand had disappeared, and in the face of the nineteenth sword born at will by Qingyan Sword, Shi Wuming couldn't resist it, and he didn't know how to control it?

Snowflakes flying all over the sky, no! That's not snowflakes, it's sword flowers that can kill people from Qingyan! They swept all over the sky, and they seemed to have the power to destroy nature, and who could resist them?

Shi Nameless closed his eyes tightly, seeing that Qingyan was about to pierce his throat, at this moment, Nameless felt that he could no longer control this sword, he had been controlled by murderous energy, in other words, he had been controlled by this sword, and he couldn't help himself!

At a critical juncture, there is no name in the end and can only rely on his only trace of reason and internal breath to withdraw this move with all his might!

After a loud "bang", Qingyan Sword kissed Daxue again, and the sword body was still trembling.

The beginning of the nameless stared at the Qingyan sword tightly, and the end of the nameless also stared at the Qingyan, the difference was that the former's eyes were full of joy, and the latter's eyes were full of confusion and doubt!

At that moment, I felt that you were about to die under my sword, and I myself was going to die under my sword!"

Shi Wuming looked at the waning moon in the sky and smiled and said: "Heaven and earth are remnant, the full moon is missing, and one sword is extinct, this is the end of the nineteen swords of the North Lonely Qingyan." ”

The end of the nameless seemed to understand something, looked at the sky and said with a smile: "One thought of twins, one thought of double destruction, I didn't expect kendo to be like this!"

Shi Wuming said: "That's right, killing people is also killing oneself! Letting go of one's opponent is also equivalent to letting oneself go! This trick is undoubtedly the most incommissible and unacceptable kendo in the world, but it is precisely because of this that it is so precious and rare!"

Wu Ming didn't speak, just nodded with a smile, this kind of swordsmanship, such a swordsmanship has completely convinced him for forty years of swordsmanship!

After speaking, they continued back to the cliff, holding up the unfinished wine in the jar and drinking!

The two talked and laughed, at night, under the heavy snow, under the waning moon, and beside the Qingyan Sword, they greeted and hugged each other, completely unrestricted by identity and age.

Raise a glass, clink glasses, cup after cup, a new kendo, a kind of sword that is not born or die, does not lose or win, has always been a nameless sword, exhausted for a hundred years, a set of incomplete and perfect swordsmanship, a new kendo has finally come out!

The morning sun slowly rose, and the drunken two gradually woke up, and after the last jar of wine was drunk and the last kind of Tao was performed, it was time to leave!

Shi Nameless patted the end Nameless on the shoulder and said, "Apprentice, we should go!"

Finally, Nameless said, "Where is the master going to go?"

Shi Wuming said: "No need! I heard that there is a border city in Saibei, where it is far away from the hustle and bustle of the Central Plains, and the people are simple, where may I be able to realize a new way?"

Finally, Nameless said: "Okay, since the master has decided that I won't force me to stay." ”

Shi Wuming stood up and said, "Find a pair of sword-wielding hands, the way of Qingyan still needs to be inherited!"

After that, Shi Nameless jumped to the bottom of the cliff, like a falcon, leaping thousands of miles, and he couldn't find a trace in an instant!

The end of the nameless muttered to himself: "Master, take care!"

After the words, it was full of longing and reluctance, and there was a deep respect for the master-apprentice relationship!

After that, the nameless turned around and pulled out the Qingyan sword from the snow, in the sunlight, in the hands of the swordsman, the Qingyan became no longer cold, and the cyan glow was less murderous and more warm!

Looking at Qingyan, he muttered to himself: "What a Qingyan sword, I don't know what color the rivers and lakes are with you?"

After that, the final nameless left the North Mountain with the Qingyan Sword, the road down the mountain was not long, but the final nameless walked for a long time. Looking back from time to time, he hesitated a little at the pace of parting, and vicissitudes appeared in his eyes!

It is said that the sword is ruthless, and the swordsman is ruthless, but although the sword is ruthless, the swordsman is passionate!

Snowflakes covered the jars, but they couldn't erase the fact that at least someone had been here!

Since then, no one has come to Beishan, and since then Gushan has become a real Gushan Mountain, but the kendo bred here will eventually infect generations of swordsmen and heroes in the rivers and lakes!