After the villain resigned

·The script

"You came."

"I am coming……"

People in the world thought that when the two of them met, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and they had to fight to the death for the common people of the world.It's just that when they actually stood facing each other, the two of them remained calm, as if they met in the streets and alleys after a meal, and greeted each other gently.

But...Only they themselves know that under these plain watery words, there are violently suppressed waves, which are almost breathless.

The two were silent for a moment.

One of the men in red opened his lips lightly, and his words sounded like a sigh: "I thought you wouldn't come."

The person standing opposite him was as tall and straight as a bamboo, with no expression on his face.But the hand behind his back was tightly clenched, and even if the nail pierced the palm, he didn't feel any pain.

He actually wanted to say something else, but when it came to his lips, he just said lightly: "I will never break your promise."

Hearing this, the corners of the man in red's mouth softened, and his eyebrows stretched out, like spring flowers blooming, flowers and trees piled up with snow, and even the scarlet cloud patterns at the corners of his eyes came alive.

It's just that the smile only lasted for a moment, and then turned into ice-cold frost.

"I would rather you not come..." The man in red slowly raised his arm, and a sword slipped into his hand, pointing at the person opposite.

He glanced at him, his black and white eyes were still lingering in the past, but the words in his mouth were like frost, without any emotion.

He said, "Now that you're here, let's choose one."

When the strong wind hit, the red clothes fluttered, and as the hair fluttered, there seemed to be crystal teardrops flashing from the corners of his eyes.

The moment the sword was drawn, the man in red's thoughts drifted away.

They were supposed to be immortal couples, walking hand in hand on the road of longevity.

just.

only……

One is the head of the six righteous sects and the suzerain of Shangyan Sect.

One is the supreme demon, and ten prison masters.

In fact, at the beginning, this relationship that is difficult to tolerate in the world should not have started.If it hadn't started then, then when swords and swords met now, they wouldn't have experienced such... heart-wrenching pain.

The sword stopped.

Jiang Wuwang looked over in disbelief.

His sword went straight through Zhou Siwei's body - he never dodged the sword.

"This..." Zhou Siwei held onto the edge of the Ten Hell Sword, even though his palm was cut by the sharp sword energy, he never let go.

He looked into those black and white eyes and sighed, "Wu Wang... I owe you this."

Jiang Wuwang was startled for a moment, and then laughed out loud, with tears even dripping from the corners of his eyes.He has held the sword for hundreds of years, and he has never let go of the sword in his hand even if he was seriously injured and unconscious, but now his hand is trembling slightly, and he almost can't hold the hilt steadily.

Jiang Wuwang smiled and said, "It's a good one!" He drew out the Ten Prison Sword, which brought out a little bit of blood, and said with a little desolation, "Zhou Siwei, do you have a clear conscience?"

Zhou Siwei closed his eyes and said, "I have a clear conscience towards the world and the people of the world."

Jiang Wuwang asked softly, "What about me?"

The scenes of the past flashed by one by one.

They met each other when they were young, traveled hand in hand, and saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day; the sky was full of stars, toasted and drank together, and fell drunk in the shade of hibiscus flowers.

Zhou Siwei seemed to be in a trance for a moment. After recovering, he avoided Jiang Wuwang's gaze and said, "I... can't be in a dilemma. I can only choose the world and lose you."

"Zhou Siwei, draw your sword." Jiang Wuwang didn't say anything else, restrained all his emotions, and said coldly, "Today...you and I must die."

Zhou Siwei lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

But...he finally drew his sword.

As soon as the sleepy dragon came out, Wan Jian surrendered!

The only thing that can resist the power of the trapped dragon is... the Ten Hell Sword!

……

The host who picked up the stars stopped writing.She was on the top of the Star Picking Tower soaring into the sky, and when she raised her head, she could see the three states and nine cities of the subordinate Star Picking Tower.

Her exquisite eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she whispered to herself: "I smell a bloody smell."

Following her words, a gust of wind came and blew down a jade hairpin with hibiscus flowers stuck in her temple.The jade hairpin fell to the ground, and after a crisp sound, it broke into three pieces, especially the double hibiscus flower, which was directly split into two halves.

"Lord..." A disciple of Zhaxinglou stepped forward cautiously and saluted.

The landlord who picked up the stars came back to his senses and asked, "What's the matter?"

The disciple lowered his head, and said: "The ten prison lords of the demonic way of evil, have been... put to death."

The disciple waited quietly for a while, only to find that the host who picked up the stars did not respond.He couldn't help being curious, quietly raised his head, and looked over.

He saw the host who picked up the stars staying there, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be wet.

"I wanted to ask who it was..." The star-struck landlord raised a hand and brushed a strand of hair on her forehead to cover up her gaffe, "But after thinking about it, who else can..."

She waved her hand and sent the disciples down.

Before leaving, the disciple said: "Shangyanzong invited the landlord to the celebration ceremony for removing the demon guard."

The host who picked up the stars sighed and said, "No, I refused."

The disciple said with some hesitation: "In this way, will I offend Shang Yanzong?"

The master of Zhaixing threw the pen in his hand, and threw it to the side of the disciple with a little ink. She said coldly: "Could it be that we are still afraid of Shangyanzong in Zhaixinglou?"

The disciple quickly lowered his head, even if the ink fell on his cheek, he didn't dare to move.

The host who picked up the stars looked up at him, was silent for a while, and said: "Forget it... I will accept the invitation, and I will go when the time comes."

The disciple said "yes", turned and left the roof.

The only one left is the Star Reaching Master.

She turned around and continued to face the desktop covered with manuscripts. She lowered her eyes to look at it for a moment, then took out a pen from the pen holder, dipped it in some ink, and continued writing.

……

Both of them are amazingly talented sword repairmen in the world.

Sword lights flew, and there was a crisp "ding ding" sound when they collided.

At first, the two were at loggerheads, but after fighting for a while, the figure in red was clearly at a disadvantage.

In the end, evil cannot prevail.

I saw a dark ray of light breaking through the sky and falling on Jiang Wuwang's body.

The movements of the two stopped there.

Jiang Wuwang groaned, and slowly raised his head to look over, such a simple movement seemed to exhaust all his strength.

"Me too..." A bright red liquid flowed from the corner of Jiang Wuwang's mouth, he coughed and continued, "I don't owe you anything..."

Zhou Siwei stared blankly at the person lying in his arms.

He dropped the Sleeping Dragon Sword, and tremblingly covered Jiang Wuwang's chest.But it was useless, thick blood still flowed out from between his fingers, staining the corner of his clothes red in less than a moment.

Jiang Wuwang was originally dressed in red, but this blood was three points redder than his clothes.

How can a person shed so much blood?

"Wuwang..." Zhou Siwei said hoarsely.

But no one responded to him again.

Jiang Wuwang lay quietly in Zhou Siwei's arms, his eyes looking at the blue sky above.

A wild goose flapped its wings and flew across the sky, leaving behind a loud and clear song.

"I..." Jiang Wuwang's pupils were dilated, and he grasped vaguely with his fingers, trying to grasp something, but he couldn't catch anything.Countless scenes flashed through his mind, like a marquee, one after another,

In the end, he stayed in the carefree boyhood.

Jiang Wuwang's eyebrows stretched, revealing a look of innocence.He was sitting side by side with Zhou Siwei in his youth on the edge of the cliff, his legs were dangling, and the soft starlight reflected on his face.

He turned his head and smiled slightly at the people around him, even the stars in the sky couldn't compare to him.

Zhou Siwei saw the lips of the person in his arms move slightly, as if he had said something.He lowered his head, listened carefully, and heard the person in his arms say a word weakly.

"I... I have a clear conscience..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand dropped limply, and the person in his arms completely lost his life.

Zhou Siwei stayed where he was.

After you sing, I will appear.

Jiang Wuwang had just left the stage here, and several people came up there.

One person said: "This time, the Shangyan Sect contributed the most in eliminating demons and defending the Dao."

The other person nodded in agreement and said, "Zhou Zongzhu is the leader."

The man said again: "I also invite Sect Master Zhou to preside over the celebration ceremony—"

Zhou Siwei was helped up in a daze, and the blood on his body was still wet, so he changed into a brocade attire and walked towards the attention of everyone.

And Jiang Wuwang, lying there alone, was ignored by no one.

……

The host who picked up the stars dropped his pen and stood up.

"Changing clothes—" She narrowed her eyebrows and opened her arms, "Go to Yanzong."

The maids filed in, holding gorgeous clothes, exquisite jewelry and embroidered shoes inlaid with precious stones.

As soon as the Master Zhaixing took off his outer robe, a reckless disciple rushed up without being notified. He gasped and said, "Sect Master of Shangyan Sect, Zhou Siwei...is crazy, he is crazy!"

There was brilliance in the eyebrows of the hostess who picked up the stars again, she stopped the maid's movements, and asked: "What?"

"Zhou Siwei...doesn't believe that the devil is dead, broke through the formation of Shangyanzong, and cut off everyone who blocked him with a single sword! No one can stop him!"

"Zhou Siwei... also hijacked Immortal Lord Penglai and asked him to find out where the reincarnation of the evil spirit is."

"He, he's crazy..."

"That's right..." The building master took off a magpie climbing branch hairpin in her bun and threw it heavily on the ground. She raised her eyebrows and turned into a wanton smile, "He should be crazy!" Already!"

She asked the maids to step back, her clothes were half off, and half of her shoulders were exposed, she didn't care, she sat directly in front of the table, erased the following paragraph with a pen, and continued to write.

……

The Sleeping Dragon Sword and the Ten Hell Sword were intertwined, it was unknown who stopped first, they were both motionless.

Jiang Wuwang smiled and asked, "Why didn't you do anything?"

Zhou Siwei let go of his hand, and let the Dragon Sword fall to the ground. He took a step forward, put his arms around Jiang Wuwang's shoulders, and said, "It's just that I suddenly feel that all living beings in the world are inferior to you."

Jiang Wuwang raised his eyebrows and said, "Then you are not afraid of having a guilty conscience?"

Zhou Siwei held his hand, looked down at those black and white eyes, and said, "There are too many people in the world, I can't take care of them, so I can only let you go first."

Jiang Wuwang grabbed Zhou Siwei's palm with his backhand and said, "You don't kill me this time... If you regret it later, I will kill you."

Zhou Siwei was completely defenseless in front of Jiang Wuwang, and lightly placed a kiss on his lips, and said, "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

……

The host who picked up the stars put down the pen in his hand, read the manuscript from beginning to end, and took a pen to polish it.

After finishing writing, the host who picked up the stars felt a little regretful, and added a rather sweet and sweet story at the end as the ending, and then he blew his pen and ink and stamped his own seal.

The host who picked up the stars summoned a proud disciple and asked her to watch it.

The disciple watched carefully, and said after considering, "Would it be a bit consummated?" She also heard the story of the suzerain of Shangyan Sect and the ten prison masters. Just now, the news of the death of the ten prison masters spread throughout the cultivation world. , but the story written by Zhu Xingzhuzhu gave the whole family a happy ending.

The landlord who picked up the stars smiled and shook his head, and said, "The reality is already so hard, why bother to torture people in the story?"

The disciple was taken aback, nodded, and said, "That's right, the landlord's new work is very good."