Time is like snow and disappears in a blink of an eye/

Your smiling face / has not changed since yesterday /

What year is it/In love with you/

Holding your hands in my hands is my life's wish/

Lantern Festival / Miss alone

/ The moon was blown by the wind and covered her face / The stars blinked their eyes /

Don't sleep/The moon is hard to be full/I'm used to you being by my side quietly/

Then look / that sea turns into a mulberry field /

Your eyes / Clear and uncomplaining / My heart /

Love you for 10,000 years / Wait for your deadline / Lethe water becomes shallow

/

Time is like snow and disappears in a blink of an eye/

The sea is dry and rotten, just waiting to say goodbye to you/Your face is not destroyed as yesterday/

"Wait for your deadline, the Lethe water will become shallow?" The young man in white had some doubts, but the question immediately turned into ridicule, only to hear him laugh loudly, and said: "Haha! If the Lethe water becomes shallower and can change your face once, don't say that it has become shallower, so what does it matter if I let me give Lethe River to you?"

The young man put his hands behind his back, the long white hair and vicissitudes of his eyes, and the smile when he shed tears, as if he was the immortal who was trapped by love and was relegated to the mortal dust......

Six lanes, cold door.

"Xiaosheng, you go down! He's coming, he likes to be quiet. He was lonely and didn't like people near him. It was a black-haired boy in a black robe who spoke, and his black hair and black clothes were in stark contrast to his white hair and white clothes. He's white and dusty.

Bai Xiaosheng's body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice trembled a little because he was too nervous or scared, "I...... I want to look at him, just a glance, okay?" Bai Xiaosheng was wearing a white yin-yang fish robe, with a body that was not too tall, looking at his face, which looked like he was not seventy or sixty, but he was very respectful in front of the black-clothed and black-haired young man, as respectful as the juniors were in front of their predecessors. But he knew that his words were delusional.

Sure enough, I only heard the black-haired boy say, "Look at what he has done? He is not the same as usual, and he is not a monster." Speaking of this, the black-clothed black-haired young man was already a little displeased, and when he just wanted to wave his hand to let Bai Xiaosheng retreat, the white-clothed young man had already appeared in the sky above the cold gate. The young man in white stood with his feet in the air like an immortal, and the young man in black sat cross-legged on the ground while next to him with a sarcophagus next to him, like a lover.

The young man in black looked up cross-legged at the immortal-like boy in the sky and asked, "Are you back?"

The young man in white nodded and finally replied, "Yes!"

The two seem to be friends who haven't seen each other for many years, and they haven't seen each other for a long time, but they don't know what to say and ask when they meet.

"I'm back. The young man in white said, with a smile on his face but tears in his eyes.

Tears flowed all over his face and covered his eyes, and the young man in white cried and laughed, like a madman, he said: "Han asked, do you still remember the song "Love Without Regrets"? Don't say that you don't remember anymore, I remember that Fei Shen sang! I remember that Liuxia also sang, I sang, and you also sang. The black-clothed black-haired young man named Han Wen stroked the sarcophagus next to him with both hands, as if he were caressing a lover. His mouth opened slightly, and for some reason tears fell from his eyes to the lid of the sarcophagus, and he snuggled up to it and sang the little song called "Love Without Regrets": "

Time is like snow and disappears in a blink of an eye/

Your smiling face / has not changed since yesterday /

......”

After a song!

The young man in white also sat cross-legged on the ground with Han Wen, and the young man in white asked, "What year is tonight?"

Han Wen snuggled up to the sarcophagus and said, "Reincarnation once for 60,000 years, and now it is the sixth reincarnation!" The young man in white sneered: "Time is like snow, and it will be annihilated in a blink of an eye." I waited on the Nai He Bridge under the Nine Shadows, and she couldn't imagine that it had been hundreds of thousands of years so long."

Han asked, "You don't want to wait, so you're back?"

The young man in white shook his head and said, "Don't you know me?" Don't say that you will wait for her for hundreds of thousands of years, even if you wait for her for a million years, you will not complain. ”

Han asked again, "Then why did you come back?"

Hearing Han's question, the white-clothed young man who was sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up and laughed maniacally: "Haha, why did I come back? Hahahaha! Why did I come back? She can't enter reincarnation if she doesn't have all three souls and seven spirits, you say, you say, why are you going there if I don't come back? I wanted to enter that reincarnation with her, but she is not there, I want to accompany her, if not, I am afraid that she will not dare." ”

Han Wen snuggled up to the sarcophagus and stopped talking, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, silent! silent! one day, two days...... Four days...... Just sit cross-legged and stand one by one. Bai Xiaosheng, who was forgotten next to him, was still hunched up, his head bowed, and he didn't dare to look up at all! It is rumored that none of the two has only a sword in their eyes. One of them is a sword master named Sanmu, and the other is a sword Han named Han Wen!

Bai Xiaosheng leaned over and lowered his head, recalling some of the words he said to him when he wanted to learn the sword when he was a teenager, and the black-clothed young man at that time said to himself like this, he said: "Xiaosheng! If you want to learn the sword, I can teach you, but the person who uses the sword is doomed to be lonely for the rest of his life." You have to remember that when you pick up a sword with your right hand, then you need to let go of your left hand, and if you can't let go of your left hand, then your right hand can't hold a sword. Those who wield swords need to be ruthless, not emotional! ”

After all, Bai Xiaosheng still didn't learn swords and didn't use swords, although Bai Xiaosheng was like the rickety old man in his seventies and eighties, but who knew that the black-clothed and black-haired young man was the existence of his master and father.

He met him when he was a child, and he was the same as he is now, as if the knife of time could not carve any trace of time on his face, or that the knife of time was afraid of him. Later, he became the person he is now, Bai Xiaosheng! He also slowly understood, understood the young man who was afraid of his years. He also knew what the Six Dao called him, and he also knew that he was the first Jian Han of the Six Dao.

Han Wen snuggled up to the sarcophagus, and the young man in white stood with his feet on the ground. One is dressed in black and the other is dressed in white. Except for two of the six realms, no one in the six realms can wear the monotonous colors of white and black together. They are not afraid of time, and it seems that in their eyes, a thousand years are like a snap of their fingers......

Bai Xiaosheng's rickety body bent a little more, his head lowered a little more, a day, two days, three days, how many years?

Bai Xiaosheng's rickety body is even more rickety, the beard under the chin is longer, and the wrinkles are deeper, if Bai Xiaosheng was an old man of fifty or sixty years old before, then now he is a sick old man of about ninety, giving people the feeling that as long as he gently pushes him, he will die.

Bai Xiaosheng felt it, he broke through again, and the "Dao" that had plagued him for thousands of years finally came to his senses today.

If it weren't for these two people here, I'm afraid Bai Xiaosheng would have already laughed out loud, although he tried his best to hold back, but the uncontrollable tremor because of joy had already bought him.

The young man in white began to sit cross-legged again, Han Wen was still snuggling up to the lover-like sarcophagus, as if he had fallen into a memory, a memory with "her". If that memory has "her", then that memory must be very beautiful and beautiful, and the beauty makes people willing to die drunk in the memory of "her" for the rest of their lives.

The young man in white said, "How long has it been since I came here today?"

Han Wen snuggled up to the lover-like sarcophagus and fell into a silent memory!

Bai Xiaosheng leaned over and lowered his head but didn't dare to answer! Don't say that it was him, if "he" is really that person, then how many people in these six realms can answer with "him"? How many people dare to answer with "him"? How many people can be worthy of answering "him"?

The young man in white's question was silent and lonely.

The young man in white smiled and said, "Don't dare to talk to me, I'm just a swordsman who has been dead for many years, I am a past, and you are the present." "The laughter of the young man in white has three points of madness and seven points of sadness.

"Can you sit with me?" asked the young man in white, Bai Xiaosheng leaned over and bowed his head silently, but his body and head were close to the ground.

How many of the six realms can sit with him? How many of the six realms are worthy of sitting with him? Who dares to sit with him in the six realms?

The young man in white seemed to have already known Bai Xiaosheng's dare, and sighed helplessly: "Alas! I have been waiting for someone on the bridge for hundreds of thousands of years, and now! I suddenly felt bored, so I wanted to talk to you." ”

Bai Xiaosheng lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Son! ”

The young man in white said: "It's your business to dare or not, whether you say it or not." ”

The young man in white stood up and looked at Han Wen and the sarcophagus like lovers, and asked, "Do you know what's inside that sarcophagus?" Bai Xiaosheng didn't dare to answer, but shook his head.

The young man in white smiled bitterly and said, "I'll tell you a story, a very short story." Without waiting for Bai Xiaosheng to agree, the young man in white spoke on his own, probably staying in Naihe Bridge for a long time, it was too lonely.

The young man in white said: "Once upon a time, there was a young man, he only cast two swords in his life, one was forged for himself, when the sword was made, his most beloved woman sacrificed the sword, and when the sword was made, he slept for three years and dreamed for three years. So in memory of his beloved woman, she named the sword 'Not God'

The second sword cast by the boy is forged for a friend, the sword name: Liuxia!

When the sword was formed, my best friend jumped off the sword furnace for the person he liked, and also sacrificed the sword with his body, and when the sword was completed, the six heavens rained blood. So I wondered if this sword could make the merciless heaven weep?" the boy's last words seemed to ask himself, or the merciless heaven in his mouth.

Bai Xiaosheng finally raised his head that was as low as it had been for eternity, and his old dizzy gaze suddenly became clear, just like the eyes of a three-year-old child, Bai Xiaosheng asked in a voice that trembled with too much excitement: "Dare to ask the name of that young man?"

In fact, Bai Xiaosheng already knew the name of the young man at this time, but Bai Xiaosheng didn't dare to think about "him".

Because the legendary "he" is already dead.

Bai Xiaosheng asked again: "Dare to ask the teenager in the story you are talking about, but you are yourself?"

The young man in white was silent again, for a day, two days...... 10 days...... Another ten days. The moon turns to the sun, the black turns to the white, and the sun turns to the moon......

A long time! maybe longer. The young man in white said, "Yes!" This seemed to be the answer of the young man in white. Although it is only one word, this one word represents one name, Juggernaut!

Bai Xiaosheng knelt, yes! He knelt. Without the slightest hesitation, he asked, "Are you the Sword Saint?" Although Bai Xiaosheng already knew the identity of the young man in white, he heard the young man say it himself, but at this time, he couldn't believe it, even if it was a word that could determine his identity.

Dressed in white, the young man was dusted, not touched by a grain of mortal dust in the world, and said: "My name, Sword Saint!"

Although there are not many legends about him, one thing is enough, and that is that since the formation of the Six Paths, his sword has never disappointed.

Because of his sword, time is afraid of him, so his face does not change, because of his sword, death is afraid of him, so he ignores reincarnation, because of his sword......

A young man in white, a three-eyed sword master. His head is up to the sky, his feet are on the ground, his eyes are three points of vicissitudes and seven points of sadness, and his long white hair that is casually draped over his shoulders tells how much sadness he says?

The sword can hurt the body, the emotion can hurt the heart, who hurts more than the two?