A thin bright line was projected from the sky, linking to the body of the Sudden Bone Lu, who had lost his breath. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A distant flute sounded, and the cyan figure slowly walked forward to Tu Gulu's side.

The sound of the flute seemed to implicitly connect with some heaven and earth, and some qi in the heaven and earth were pulled by the sound of the flute and rushed to Tugu Lu's body.

At that moment, Tugu Lu's body gradually turned into a point of light, dispersing like a stream, and his heroic soul also merged into the bright thin line at that moment, and followed the thin line and quickly went to the sea of stars.

This was not a short process, but during the whole process, Fang Cai still shouted and screamed, but on the battlefield where he was converging, it suddenly quieted down.

Not because of the awe of the death of Tugulu.

It's this mourner in green clothes, and the coercion that permeates her body is really terrifying.

Even the stars of the few barbarians present seemed to be submissive at this moment, not to mention those ordinary soldiers.

By the time the heroic soul of Tugu Lu had disappeared into the sea of stars, the melodious and strange magic sound of the flute came to an abrupt end.

The mourner in Tsing Yi gently pinned the jade flute in her hand to her waist again, and she turned her head to look at the man beside her who lowered his head, his breath was weak, but he insisted on straightening his back.

"Your time is running out," she said. ”

"Really?"

The man didn't raise his head, the starlight above him gradually dimmed, and the old man's phantom had dissipated at some point.

His voice was so flat that it was difficult to tell the joy and sorrow in his heart at the moment.

"Hmm. The woman nodded, and finally said, "You can't go to that sea of stars." ”

"Sword Spirit, is it just a Sword Spirit after all?" Bei Tongxuan raised his head and looked at the Tsing Yi mourner.

"The sword spirit is the sword spirit after all. The woman's response was exactly the same as Bei Tongxuan's question.

Bei Tongxuan, who got such an answer, had a lonely look on his face, he reached out and stroked the sword body of the Ten Directions Divine Sword in his hand, his movements were extremely gentle and slow, and his slender fingertips trembled, which showed some fluctuations in his heart at this moment.

The straight sword body of the Ten Directions Divine Sword also began to tremble at this moment, as if it was telling the reluctance in his eyes, and it seemed to be saying his final goodbye.

"I've been a sword spirit for thousands of years, but I can't withstand the decades of panic in this world. ”

Bei Tongxuan said to himself, as if he was melancholy, but he didn't know how to express it.

"Go, go to your true master. The sword in Bei Tongxuan's hand went over his head, and a bright point of light flew out of Bei Tongxuan's body and fell into the Ten Directions Divine Sword, which was the inheritance star spirit of the Yuheng lineage. At that moment, the trembling around the Ten Directions Divine Sword became more and more intense, as if he was resisting something, but in the end, it seemed that he couldn't resist the call of something, he finally let out a long sword roar, and his body turned into a streamer of light and poured into the starry sky in the distance, jumping towards the direction of Xiling Pass.

Bei Tongxuan raised his head and watched the streamer turned into the divine sword fly farther and farther away, until he could no longer find its trace, and then he lowered his head and looked at the woman in green clothes.

"It's hard work, isn't it?" he asked, his tone unusually warm, and he even began to dissipate as a point of light.

The woman glanced at Beitongxuan's body that had begun to dissipate, and she was not in a hurry to bury it.

"No love, no hate, no sorrow, no joy. Why do you have to say it? ”

The woman shook her head.

"Back then, I had been a sword spirit for thousands of years, and since the moment I gave birth to spiritual wisdom, I have witnessed the magnificent life of generations of Yuheng heirs. ”

"I have no love or hate, and I have no sorrow or joy. But I have doubts, what makes those descendants of Yuheng die calmly and suffer for a lifetime. I don't understand, but I want to understand. ”

"So when the master asked me if I wanted to be a man, I didn't want to agree to him. ”

"I want to know why people laugh, cry, love and hate. I think if I don't taste the taste of this, maybe it will be in vain for me to be a sword spirit for thousands of years. Don't you wonder why she left such an obsession in your heart, even as the Supreme One, it is difficult for you to resist?"

Bei Tongxuan said slowly, and the calmness in his voice should not belong to the dying person.

"......" Qingluan was silent for a while when he heard this. "I don't understand, and I don't want to. ”

"Come back quickly, the road ahead is very difficult, Tianlan needs you, and he needs you. The corners of Bei Tongxuan's mouth hooked up a smile, he was keenly aware of the extremely subtle changes in Qingluan's expression on Fang Cai's face, and he saw some hope in that change.

"......" Qingluan frowned, and there were some ripples in her unwavering heart at that time, but she didn't like this kind of thing, she picked up the jade flute on her waist again, and said softly: "Your time is up." ”

A melodious flute sounded at that time.

Bei Tongxuan felt a feeling of weakness, he knew that his body would be buried on the earth, and his soul. No, he has no soul, or his soul cannot be called a soul. Since it is not a soul, it naturally cannot go to the sea of stars, and it will naturally be buried. Eternal life and eternity, reincarnation for thousands of years, there is no North Tongxuan in the world.

His body finally could no longer support his body, and he fell down with a bang, the small sound but inexplicably deafening, as if Mount Tai had collapsed.

This monument, which has guarded Xiliang for more than ten years, finally fell.

He looked at the starry sky and recalled his life one last time before losing consciousness.

On Zangyun Mountain, a young man achieved star death, he was held in his hand for the first time, he said: "Shifang, from today on, I am the star death of Yuheng lineage, you and I have been with you for a lifetime, fighting the sword world, acting chivalrous and righteous, fast, fast." ”

At that time, the young man was heroic and full of pride.

Then the Han court collapsed, the world was in chaos, and the boy had grown into a man.

He stood on the battlefield of Shudi, with millions of rotting corpses at his feet, he was covered in blood, and he was also covered in blood. He asked him: "Shifang, the master said that it is the destiny of Heaven to protect the common people, and the calamity of the common people is also the destiny of the Heavenly Dao. If you want me to protect you, why do you need to fight again, and if you want to do this, why do you need me to protect you?"

At that time, the man's face was full of scum, and his eyes lived up to the brilliance of the year.

Decades have passed, and the man has gray hair.

One day, he sat in the courtyard of Tianlan, looked at him in his hand, and stroked the blade of his sword. He said: "Shifang, someone has disturbed the heavenly machine, I can't find my disciple, and the Tianlan vein may be broken in my hand." ”

At that time, the old man's brows were furrowed, and there were indescribable worries in his eyes, for Tianlan and for the common people.

Finally, one day, the old man suddenly asked him, "Shifang, are you willing to be my apprentice?"

At that time, although he had experienced thousands of years, he simply wanted a blank piece of paper, but in any case, he longed for people, and what he saw in these thousand years made him have a strong interest in people.

So the old man used some secret methods to make a body for him, and he walked into Tianlan Courtyard as a person.

He started as a child and experienced what everyone will experience in their lifetime.

He was in awe of his master and the purpose of Tianlan.

He grew up and learned how to be a human being.

One day he met her and fell in love with her.

It must have been a wonderful time, and he was so addicted to it that he could barely extricate himself.

But Shizun's order could not be disobeyed, he said goodbye to her, came to Xiliang alone, began to be incognito, and began to make many choices that did not seem right to him, but had to be made.

Finally, one day he could return to Chang'an, and he was full of thought that he could marry Ming Media and make up for his mistakes over the years.

But a difficult question of whether the common people or her was in front of him.

It's not that he hasn't hesitated, it's not that hesitation hasn't existed.

But he chose the common people after all. It's an unanswered question, and no matter what he chooses, he's destined to feel guilty for the rest of his life. The moment she fell into his arms, he expected it.

Otherwise, how could he be tossing and turning in the days to come, and unable to sleep at night?

He thought about all these years, thought about these things, and finally the picture in his mind was finally fixed in Chang'an that night.

She was dressed in red, and her face was like a peach blossom.

He was plain and detached.

She came to marry him, and he went to send her.

With the last of his strength, he reached into his arms, and he wanted to read the story again.

But his hand was empty, and he had already returned the book to Su Changan.

He was a little lost.

"Like smoke, if there is a next life, I—" he said, but he stopped halfway through his words.

For Sword Spirit, there is no next life......

"Hey. He let out another long sigh and looked up at the stars.

Through the layers of mist, he could see the hidden star.

"Master, the road to the Xuan is over. ”

"May as you wish, the stars shine forever, and the common people will not be calamitized. ”

With that, he felt tired.

His eyes finally closed, and it was as if he saw the woman smiling at him again.

Just like the country and the city back then.

A smile tipped into the corners of his mouth.

He said softly, "Goodbye, Beitongxuan." ”

Finally, the starlight dimmed, and finally the sound of the flute died down.

But in the dim starry sky, the starlight still lit up.

"Hey. ”

A long sigh sounded, as if it had traveled through infinite time to arrive here.

"The white river is far away. I want his life. It was an old man's voice, sad and vicissitudes.

There was a long silence between heaven and earth, and then an equally heavy and deep voice sounded in the distance.

"Yuheng, you're dead. Do you want to meddle in the affairs of the world?" The words were naturally questioning, but there was a hint of compromise.

"What about death, if I don't want to die, do you really think that you can imprison me in the Star Sea just by relying on the means of your Star Pavilion?"

"......" the voice was silent. After a long time, Fang responded: "Only this once." ”

The voice in the sea of stars did not respond to him, but it acquiesced to his conditions.

At that time, a brilliant starlight sprinkled, wrapping Beitongxuan's figure that was about to turn into nothingness, and the starlight seemed to carry some kind of power, and it actually held up Beitongxuan's body like this, bringing him to the sea of stars step by step.

"Thou hast finished the way thou shalt go. ”

"You have kept the way you ought to keep. ”

"You are worthy of being a disciple of my Tianlan Academy, and you are worthy of the position of this star. ”