Douluo Continent

Yan Shisan said: "The same goes for Yan Shisan." Yan Shisan returned to his boat, which had already swung away.

Shopkeeper Xie stood silently on the bow of the boat, watching the boat go away. He suddenly felt an unspeakable fear and sadness in his heart.

There are always two kinds of people in this world. One kind of person's purpose of life is not to exist, but to burn.Only by burning can there be light.

Even if there is only a moment of light.

The other kind of people can only watch others burn and let other people's light illuminate themselves.What kind of person is a smart person?

he does not know.All he knew was that his sorrow was not for them, but for himself.

It's not yet dusk, but the setting sun is already very red, as red as if it's already burning.

The maple forest under the setting sun also seemed to be burning.

Xie Xiaofeng was sitting under the burning sunset, outside the burning maple forest.He had no sword in his hand, not even one whittled from a piece of wood.He is still waiting.

──Are you waiting for someone?Or are you waiting to be burned? xxx Murong Qiudi looked at him from a distance. She had been looking at him for a long time, and now she came over.

The way she walks is so pretty.

Even if you know she's going to kill you when she comes over, you'll still find her pretty.

"A woman is born to be seen."

No matter when, she will never forget this sentence, as long as she feels it makes sense, she will never forget it.

She walked up to him, looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Today?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Today is the day."

Murong Qiudi said: "Is it now?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's now."

The person he was waiting for would come at any time now.

Murong Qiudi said: "Then you should at least have a sword in your hand."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I don't have a sword."

Murong Qiudi said: "Is it because you have a sword in your heart, so you don't have to have a sword in your hand at all?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Those who learn swordsmanship must have a sword in their heart."

If you don't have a sword in your heart, how can you learn to sword?Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's a pity that the sword in my heart can never kill Yan Shisan."

Murong Qiudi said: "Then why don't you go find a sword?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Because I know you will definitely deliver it for me."

Murong Qiudi asked: "What kind of sword do you want?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Whatever."

Murong Qiudi said: "You can't do it casually."

Xie Xiaofeng asked: "Why?"

Murong Qiudi said: "Because swords are just like people, there are many kinds. The form, weight, length, width of each sword are not absolutely the same. Each sword has its own characteristics."

She sighed and added: "So when a person chooses a sword, it is like choosing a friend. He must not be careless or casual."

Of course Xie Xiaofeng understands this.When masters compete, they can't make any mistakes. The sword they use is often the factor that determines their victory or defeat.

Murong Qiudi suddenly smiled again, and smiled proudly: "Fortunately, even if you don't tell me, I know which sword you want most in your heart."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "You know?"

Murong Qiudi said: "Not only do I know, but I have already brought it for you." She had really brought it for him.Xie Xiaofeng will never forget the black and old scabbard, the elegant hilt, and even the black silk on the hilt that has become hairy from constant friction.

To him, this sword was like a friend who had shared life and death with him, but was far away from him.Although he would never forget it, he never thought that they would meet again.The young man in the inn gently placed the sword on a piece of bluestone and left quietly.

Xie Xiaofeng couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched the scabbard lightly.His hand had been shaking, but as soon as he held the sword, it would immediately regain its stability.He held the sword tightly, like a passionate young man, hugging his first lover tightly.

Murong Qiudi said: "You don't need to ask me how this sword came to be in my hand. If you ask me, I won't tell you because I don't want to upset your mind."

Xie Xiaofeng didn't ask.

Murong Qiudi said: "I also know that if I stay here, you will be upset, so I am leaving."

She gently shook his hand and said softly: "But I will definitely wait for you in the inn. I believe you will come back soon." She really left, but she still looked so beautiful when she walked.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at her slender back, but couldn't help but ask himself: "Is this the last time I see her?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt an indescribable attachment to her and could hardly help but call her back.But he didn't.

Because at this moment, he already felt a compelling murderous aura!

It was like a cold wind blowing out of the maple forest.

The veins on the back of his hand holding the sword were bulging.He didn't look back, and he didn't need to look back, he knew that the person he was waiting for had already arrived.

Of course this person is Yan Shisan!The sunset is as red as blood, and the maple forest is as red as blood. The world is full of murderous intent.

What's more, there are two such people in the world!

A black figure has appeared among the red leaves on the mountain.Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death. Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.What they symbolize is the life of a swordsman.Just like most swordsmen, Yan Shisan also likes and worships black.

When he walked around the world, he never wore clothes of any other color.Now he had resumed this attire, and even his face was covered with a black kerchief.He didn't want Xie Xiaofeng to recognize him as the frail old man beside the medicine stove.He didn't want Xie Xiaofeng to have any scruples when taking action.

Because his greatest wish in life is to fight to the death with the unparalleled Xie Xiaofeng.

As long as this wish can be achieved, what's the point of failure?Why not die?Now he was sure that Xie Xiaofeng would never recognize that the swordsman in black, whose body was as straight as a javelin, was a frail old man bent like a shrimp.But Xie Xiaofeng recognized him as Yan Shisan, his strongest opponent in his life!

Because he was holding a sword in his hand, and the dark scabbard was inlaid with thirteen crystal clear pearls.Although this sword is not a sharp weapon that can cut iron like clay, it has been famous all over the world for a long time.In the minds of Jianghu people, what this sword symbolizes is exactly ominousness and death!As soon as Xie Xiaofeng turned around, his eyes were immediately attracted to the sword, like a sharp needle meeting a magnet.Of course he also knew that this sword was Yan Shisan's symbol.

He also has a sword in his hand.Although the two swords have not yet been unsheathed, they seem to have sword energy reverberating.

Yan Shisan suddenly said: "I recognize you."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Have you seen me?"

Yan Shisan said: "No."

His eyes exposed outside the black scarf were as sharp as knives: "But I recognize you, you must be Xie Xiaofeng."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Because you recognize this sword?"

Yan Shisan said: "This sword is nothing. If it were in the hands of others, it would be nothing more than a piece of scrap metal."

He continued slowly: "The last time I saw this sword, it seemed to have died with its owner. Now that it is in your hands, it immediately becomes murderous."

Xie Xiaofeng finally sighed and said: "Yan Shisan is indeed Yan Shisan. I never thought we would finally meet."

Yan Shisan said: "You should have imagined it."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Oh?"