A mortal's life is spent in waiting.

The vast majority of them.

Born and waiting to grow up.

When I grow up, I'm waiting to start a family.

After starting a family, I am waiting for my children.

Then wait for the child to grow up and start a family.

In the end, he could only wait for death in silence.

This kind of insipid waiting is neither good nor bad, because the vast majority of people come over like this. But some people are not born different.

They have the best of martial arts, the best of intelligence, and most of them are alone.

Such as Ye Lonely City, such as West Gate blowing snow, and like a man in white.

Their loneliness is always similar, and their waiting is always the same.

A lifetime of waiting just to wait for an opponent who is truly worthy of their sword.

The wind blows.

Plum blossoms fall.

It's not that the wind blows off the plum blossoms, but that the plum blossoms are about to fall.

From early morning to dusk, it's not a long time. If there is only waiting in your heart, then this time must be very long. But the man in white is used to waiting, and the speed of time has long been meaningless to him.

He finally moved.

The narrow road, the deep plum forest, the faint fragrance.

His steps were not measured with a ruler, and his footprints were not as deep as they were.

The moment he seemed to be moving, he became an ordinary person.

Without a compelling sword aura, go shoot down the plum blossoms on the tree.

The gaze is no longer ethereal.

This is because the man in white refuses to waste even half of his strength elsewhere.

His sword can cut through a qiē, but it can't cut through the years.

In any case, he is already very old.

Therefore, at this time, it is even more necessary to cherish every bit of strength.

The man in white staggered along the secluded path.

The sunset is like blood. Flower Creek also became Blood Creek.

Isn't it prophecy? This place is destined to bleed.

The blades of the knives have been sharpened like cicada wings. Thin, almost transparent.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the icy Blade Mountain, and it seemed that it couldn't stand the sharpness of the flying knife, and it was split in half.

Beiluo Shimen let out a lazy meow at the right time.

It opened its eyes, which seemed to never wake up.

Li Zhichang turned around, holding the flying knife in his hand.

The setting sun stained the knife blood, and it was as if his clothes were stained blood.

He saw the man in white.

The man in white also saw him.

There are no superfluous words.

A great swordsman may not have his own swordsmanship.

A great swordsman, but he must have his own swordsmanship.

Their swordsmanship can be learned by others. It can be imitated, but it can never have the power in their hands.

Just as Li Zhichang can use the flying immortals outside the sky, he will never be able to use the taste of Ye Gucheng.

The swordsmanship of the man in white has no name, just as his man has no name.

Li Zhichang could clearly feel that the spirit of the man in white had entered the void and had forgotten himself.

Everything in heaven and earth can no longer escape the shroud of his sword.

Li Zhichang is a little pity, the spirit of the man in white has infinitely approached the heavens, but he will never be able to take this step, because this is the limitation of the world.

Just like a slash-and-burn civilization. Even if it reaches its peak, it cannot become a mechanical civilization.

The wind has stopped. At this time, there is no Zen singing insect chirping.

Heaven and earth seemed to fall into silence in an instant.

There is a desperate silence in the heart.

The silent world can often trigger fear in people.

Even the people of Beiluo Shimen couldn't stand this atmosphere, and opened their eyes as blue as the ocean hard, opened their mouths, and wanted to roar, but they didn't make a sound at all.

It seems that the heavens and the earth have not only become silent, but also the space has frozen.

Beiluo Shimen maintained the posture of opening his mouth and did not move at all.

In the process, the only thing that can move is a sword.

To be precise, a sword light.

The sword light stabbed through the space and slashed towards Li Zhichang.

At the end of the tip of the sword was Li Zhichang's throat.

Li Zhichang raised his hand slightly, and at the same time raised the flying knife in his hand.

Flying knives in the sunset, under the red glow.

In this world, there must be no such flying knives, and there will be no such swords as the man in white.

Even if there are other flying knives and other swords in the future, the spirit is already different.

At this moment, outside Merlin, there was a woman like a flower, standing quietly outside.

Using the power of the Blue Dragon Society again, Zanghua finally found this place.

Bai Yujing, who was on a white horse with a silver saddle, also led the horse and followed Zanghua.

As long as there is a place where the sun shines, it is the ground that the power of the Blue Dragon Society can reach. Merlin also has sunlight, and naturally it can also be touched by the Blue Dragon Society.

It's just that any message will take a little time to deliver.

This time, it is indeed a little longer.

Zanghua, they're still late.

The sword qi that rushed into the sky, even if it was outside, could be clearly felt by Zanghua and Bai Yujing.

The sword qi was like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, and it disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, they could also feel the resolute sword intent in the sword qi.

Then a rainbow appeared above the Merlin, spanning the entire Merlin, and at the same time, the fairy music was scattered in the air.

This vision didn't last long, I don't know if it was an illusion, and at the moment when the rainbow disappeared, Zanghua heard a lazy cat meow.

Zanghua sighed and said, "He's gone, and he'll never come back." ”

Bai Yujing said with a smile: "Such a person is a living immortal, even if he appears in the world, he will return to the Nine Heavens sooner or later." ”

Zanghua said indifferently: "Let's go in and see what is left." ”

Soon arrived at the place where the white-clothed man and Li Zhichang fought a decisive battle.

There was nothing earth-shattering.

At this moment, the bright moon is shining in the plum forest, and in the clear stream, the white pebbles are lying quietly.

Then Zanghua saw Li Zhichang, with moon-white clothes and a serene smile, floating like an immortal.

There was not a single scar on the whole body, and a line of words was engraved on the whetstone in front of him:

Don't write my name when you bury me, because I'm not dead yet.

Zanghua sneered and said, "I decided to give this guy a grand funeral and find him hundreds of filial sons and grandsons." ”

Bai Yujing didn't smile, his gaze stayed on a sword next to the whetstone, a quaint long sword.

When he saw this sword, it was as if he had seen a lonely swordsman.

There were a few dots of blood on it, stained on the sword.

Zanghua did not give Li Zhichang a grand funeral, nor did he find hundreds of filial sons and grandsons, but dug a pit in this plum forest, and then buried him directly.

Then a poem was engraved on the plum tree next to it:

The lungs of the earth are chongyangzi, and they are called crazy for the king.

Come to the sun and the moon, and go to the west and the east.

Accompanied by clouds and water, it is adjacent to emptiness and emptiness.

One spirit is true and not with all hearts.

Zanghua thought that if Li Zhichang was also like the Lord of the Green Dragon Society, he would come back many years later to see this poem, even if she had been reduced to a white bone in the grave at that time, Li Zhichang should be able to understand it leisurely. (To be continued......)

PS: I remembered that today is Monday, so I asked for a recommendation ticket, and the Chu Liuxiang roll is also over