Bai Xiaosheng, who was kneeling on his legs without paying attention, just asked, "Have you ever been cute?"

Bai Xiaosheng's body trembled and did not speak. But Sanmu had already gotten the answer from his body.

Sanmu sighed and said, "People are not familiar with plants and trees, but they can be ruthless. Don't talk about you, even me and Han Wen are the same. ”

Sanmu said again: "People! In this life, you can't do without a love word! Everyone in the Six Dao Dao Dao is extremely sharp, and it can cut off everything in this world." My sword can cut through time, my sword can cut through the past, my sword can cut through the future, but it can cut off love.

It is rumored that there is a wisdom sword that can cut the love thread, but unfortunately I have never seen it. ”

Bai Xiaosheng's body trembled even more, and Sanmu muttered: "The sword hurts the body, and the heart is broken." You say that this love and sword are more hurtful?"

Bai Xiaosheng did not speak.

"Haha!" Sanmu suddenly laughed,

His laughter was a little crazy, a little sad.

"That hurts even more? Haha! The most hurtful thing is the emotion of the person with the sword. A swordsman, he is destined to be lonely all his life, his friends only have the sword in his hand, and his love can only give him the sword. ”

A sword, a person, so that person is called a swordsman. Swordsmen are people who are destined to be lonely all their lives, and the loneliness of swordsmen begins from the first time they hold a sword in their hands, and it cannot be changed since they are called swordsmen.

If a swordsman is emotional, if he understands love, then he is destined to be more lonely, then his love, his love, is already destined to be buried on his sword.

"All she left behind was this song "Love Without Regrets", Sanmu said,

Bai Xiaosheng was a little puzzled, and said with three eyes: "Love has no regrets! Love has no regrets! Love has no regrets in a lifetime." ”

Sanmu shook his head and walked away step by step......

After Sanmu left for a long time, Han Wen snuggled up to the sarcophagus and said, "Xiaosheng, do you know that he is gone, and I am afraid that there is no possibility of seeing him again." Han asked the young man who looked like a double ten, but he could hear the vicissitudes of life from his voice.

Bai Xiaosheng was puzzled, so he asked, "Son! ”

Han asked: "When he goes, he will be sent to death, how can you say that he will see him again when he is dead?"

Bai Xiaosheng was shocked and said, "How is it possible? Who in this world can ...... except you?"

Han Wen shook his head: "Don't put gold on my face, no one in this world can take his life, don't say it's me, even he can't do it himself." ”

"That's?" Bai Xiaosheng asked,

Han asked and spat out two words: "Not God!"

"Non-god?, non-god?, the number one non-god in the famous sword spectrum?" Bai Xiaosheng exclaimed, as soon as the word non-god came out, the sarcophagus that Han Wen was nestling in seemed to come to life.

The sarcophagus coffin lid shattered, and suddenly the Heavenly Dao, the Immortal Dao, the Humanitarian Dao, the Demon Dao, the Demon Dao, and the Ghost Dao sky rained blood at the same time. Lightning, thunder, wind roaring, rain falling, these are the outliers in the sky.

Han Wen smiled bitterly and said, "Why do you bother? Death may not be a relief for him? Unlike me, I don't even have the right to die." The sarcophagus seemed to understand the thunder, electricity, wind, and rain. It just seemed like a dream, but the dream was too real.

Bai Xiaosheng's face turned pale and muttered, "Liuxia?"

Han Wen frowned and seemed a little displeased, and said, "Remember, she is not a sword but a person. ”

Bai Xiaosheng's pale face became even paler, and he hurriedly replied, "Zi! Zi knows." ”

Just now, he felt a murderous aura, and in front of this murderous aura, he was like an ant who couldn't do anything.

Shu Mountain, located in the territory of humanity, Shu Mountain has a total of seven mountains, namely: the main mountain, Tianshan, Earth Mountain, Xuanshan, Huangshan, Lishan, Renshan. The seven mountains are called "Shu", of which the main mountain is a vein of the master, and the six mountains of heaven, earth, Xuan, Huang, Li and Ren are the veins of protecting the mountain. Six mountains, each mountain has a mountain master, a total of six.

Shushan is created at the time of the third reincarnation, and there is a demon tower, a mirror of the sun, moon and stars, and a mountain protector.

The demon suppression tower can suppress the world's monsters. The Sun, Moon and Star Mirror can borrow the power of the sun, moon and stars. Protecting the mountain and spiritual ancestor, it is rumored that when the six realms were not formed, there were only two clans of witches and demons! The two clans fought, and the witch clan was greatly injured by the demon clan, and then there were six realms of heaven, immortals, people, demons, demons, and ghosts. And the spiritual ancestor of Shu Mountain, named the Lingzu of the Mountain Protector, is the ancestor of the exterminated clan.

The ancients once said: Things are not people! But what if the day really comes, and things are not people?

In the Sun, Moon and Star Cave, a pair of eyebrows were frosty, and the old man who was over his shoulders knelt on his legs and said: "Disciple Baimei, welcome the master." "This old man's name is Bai Mei, he is the first head of Shushan, called Mai, and he is a character in the third reincarnation, and there are only two people in the six realms who can make this person kneel on the ground, one is known as the sword cold Han Han, and the other is the sword saint known as the sword saint.

Sanmu looked at the disciple who was kneeling on the ground to greet him, and his heart was a little touched, and his mouth was slight, but he still couldn't bear it. He knew that his disciple was no longer good, and he also knew that not everyone was like him, and time would fear him.

The white eyebrows were silent, and the three eyes looked at the disciple who was originally a child, but now he was an old man with gray hair, and he couldn't help but sigh a little at the cruelty of time.

Time has brought him only loneliness, loneliness, and what about others, birth, growth, and death.

Sanmu waved his hand and said, "Let's go down!" Bai Mei got up and bent over to exit the cave.

"You're back, not a god! I'm back, do you know that I've been waiting for you on the bridge for a few years? But I don't know that you can't be reincarnated if you don't have three souls and seven spirits, alas!"

A white light flew towards Sanmu, who looked at the white light flying towards him and was silent, with a smile on his face, and said, "Not God!"

The white light stopped an inch away from the three eyes, and inside the white light was a stone sword, about six feet six inches long (one foot is thirty-three centimeters, and one inch is three centimeters)

The word "non-god" is engraved on one side of the sword, and although the sword is a stone, it has already had the spirituality to resist the sword on its own.

The white light of the "non-god" in Sanmu's right hand suddenly dissipated, and the sword in Sanmu's hand turned into an ordinary stone sword, Sanmu's left hand stroked the "non-god", and this famous sword ranked first in the famous sword spectrum was quietly held in Sanmu's hand at this time.

The sword can hurt the body, the love can break the heart, compared with the two, who hurts more people?

"It's not a god, haven't you seen me for a long time, have you ever missed me?" The stone sword broke away from the three eyes, and his right hand flew into the air on its own, and the hilt of the sword nodded towards the three eyes.

Sanmu saw that Shi Jian was not like this, but for some reason tears flowed down. "Now I know that my wish in this life is to live in seclusion with you among the mountains and rivers, and if possible, I will lay down my sword. "A swordsman, if he puts down the sword in his hand, then it is equivalent to putting down his father's own life.

"I don't know what you meant by writing a song "Dream Back", but now I understand, but you are no longer there"

"Swordsmen can't be emotional, they are destined to be lonely all their lives, they are destined to be accompanied by the sword all their lives, but you suddenly broke into my world, I didn't know anything at that time, in the world with you and the sword, the happiness you gave me is my most beautiful memory now. ”

"I still remember, before I met you, the wind was not gentle and cold!

After meeting you, your laughter, your stupidity, made Ben's cold wind also stupid, became very warm, a very strange feeling. You tell me it's love!"

"So you wrote "Love Without Regrets" ......"

Sanmu looked at Shi Jian, recalling the scenes as if it was yesterday, even if time had been separated by 10,000 years. She has the same white hair as him, except that his whiteness is dusty, while her whiteness is like snow. She has white hair and a shawl, waist-length, a phoenix crown and a crown on her head, a light blue long dress, her skin is snowy, and her feet are red. The most peculiar thing is her eyes, pale golden purple.

Sometimes noble, sometimes as pure as snow, but it is this snow-like woman who dares to jump off the sword furnace for him without telling him.

The famous sword that became the first sword in the world is "not a god!"

Sanmu, holding a stone sword in his hand, said: "Today, I'll wait for the sword again!" I don't know if Shi Jian Feishen heard the meaning of the master's words, but he was too excited. A sword is a sword, no matter how spiritual it is, how can it be compared to a person?

The non-god didn't wait for the master to speak, and the white light flashed, and he went away with his sword. Sanmu smiled without saying a word, and one step followed the dream back.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed, thunder roared, wind roared, rain fell, and six visions were repeated one after another.

In the distance, in the territory of Hanmen, Han Wen sat cross-legged, his waist-length black hair moving with the wind. The sarcophagus is gone, there is only a sword!

A sword condensed with ice, the ice sword kept spinning around Han Wen, and the ice sword buzzed like a woman's cry.

The ice sword is shaped like a cross, about three feet and six inches long, and there are irregular gaps in the blade, as if it has experienced a life-and-death battle between swords and swords, and these irregular gaps are the history left at that time. The sword is engraved with the word "Liuxia"! There is also a legend about the name of this sword. It is rumored that there is a fairy wine in the sky, and the name is: Liuxia! Drink it to forget and sorrow, forget troubles, and forget all unpleasant things.

What can make Liuxia produce sword intent, there is no sword in these six realms except for non-god fear.

The stone sword in the sky dreamed back, it seemed to have been precipitated for too long, and it seemed to be a little rusty.

Its appearance, with madness, and flamboyance. The Six Paths became a little uneasy and a little frightened with its birth. But it's not afraid, because it knows that he spoils it, even if it pokes a hole in the day, it still spoils itself.

The wind roared angrily, like a monster, thunder and lightning flashed, as if it was a nine-day immortal god.

The rain of blood fell, and it seemed to be tears from the merciless sky.

Dark clouds cover the sky and the sun. The entire Six Realms were in a panic.

Who among the six realms can have such magical powers? Who has such swordsmanship? Before the sword was unsheathed, the heavens had panic and vision.

"I said that if she died, I would bury all things under heaven for her. ”

"I also said that you jumped out of the furnace of the sword for me, and I swore that if I could not raise you back, I would go with you. ”

Shi Jian was not a god, and seemed to understand Sanmu's words, and Shi Jian became a little uneasy and a little panicked.

It didn't want to, it didn't want to, it didn't want to wait for him for hundreds of thousands of years to see each other but it became a parting, and it was the kind that would never be seen again.

Sanmu's left hand wanted to hold the non-god, but the non-god, who had always been obedient, became no longer obedient, it desperately fled, it didn't dare to let him hold it, once it held itself, then ......

It finally understood, and he came to himself not to see him, but to accompany her, the one in his heart. In fact, it has had its own consciousness since it was cast by him, and from that moment it knew that he, the man who was white and dusty, was its owner and the person who made it. It also knew that the woman he loved most jumped out of the sword furnace for him and sacrificed her sword to him.

And then there was oneself. Whenever he holds himself, caresses himself, and looks at himself, he can see and feel the strong love in his eyes and movements.

It actually knew that it was nothing more than a substitute, a substitute for a woman it had never met, and it knew that it was not itself that he loved.

After all, the sword was still held by the hand, and the sword finally entered the heart position. Slowly...... Slowly...... In place of the heart. It felt his heart break......

The dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, the wind roared more fiercely and fiercely, the ears of the thunder were almost deaf, the lightning flashed like day, and the blood rain stained the rivers and mountains of the six roads red.

Shushan!

The first head Bai Mei seemed to know something, and he suddenly burst into tears.

Cold!

Han Wen had a smile on his face, but tears flowed from his eyes,

"There will be a farewell for you for a thousand miles, and I hope you will go all the way. ”

The Ice Sword was originally rotating around Han Wen, but it suddenly plunged into the soil

The sword buzzed all the time.

Heavenly Dao, Immortal Dao, Humanitarian, Demon Dao, Demon Dao, Ghost Dao.

In the territory of the Six Paths, all the top 100 famous swords in the famous sword spectrum flew into the air by themselves.

The sword is full of sorrow! Buzzing and screaming! Whether you are a famous swordsman or an unknown swordsman in the six realms, as long as you have a sword in your hand, as long as you have a sword in your hand, then you can feel the sadness that only belongs to the sword.

Cold!

Hanwen sat cross-legged, and the rain of blood fell on him, and the wind ruffled his hair

Ben's long black hair was also dyed red by the rain of blood.

Han Wen had a smile on his face, but tears flowed out of his eyes disobediently, tears were mixed with blood rain, and the bitter and clear tears only became fishy at once, and only red at once.

"The sword is a ruthless thing, but it is willing to move for the king! Among the six realms, who dares to deserve the name of the sword saint except for the king?"

The white hair with three eyes and one head has been dyed red by the blood rain, and the white clothes have already turned into bloody clothes.

Reminiscing, reminiscing, it's like a dream of Nanke.

I still remember that when I first learned the sword, the master said to himself: "When you hold the sword with your right hand, then you have to let go of the heart of your left hand." When you can't let go of the heart of your left hand, then your right hand must not hold the sword. ”

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

"There was once a legend about the sword, and the legend has a sword called: Hui! It can cut off the love thread, so there is the saying that the Hui sword cuts the love thread.

One year, I was desperately looking for that ancient sword named Hui!.

That's because in that year I was emotional, and I had a woman in my heart.

Her hair was the same as mine, waist-white, wearing a phoenix crown, a long blue dress, her feet were always bare, and her skin was snowy. Because of her, my sword is not as sharp and as ruthless as it used to be. I hesitated when I held the sword, as a swordsman, I can't be emotional, and I can't hesitate when I hold the sword, because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the next hesitation will make me die under the sword of another swordsman. The fate of the swordsman has long been predestined, that is, he will die in the hands of the sword.

I don't know who said this, but I know this fate......"