Rujing

It was still the bare frost-colored hill, and it was still under the half-dead plum tree.

Jiang Rujing sat cross-legged under the tree, and the frost at night wet his hair and brows. He didn't know what to think, but just sat quietly, his clothes dimly glowing in the bleak moonlight, like an old painting illuminated by a lamp. According to it, people can't help but take a closer look at the colors in the painting.

The reality is just a moment, but the dream has been a hundred years.

Even he couldn't help laughing, he really changed a lot.When I saw Fang Ting's death, I was more angry than sad, but afterward, I didn't think about it too much.Seeing Fang Ting's death now, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart.

He noticed many things, many things that his haughty man had dismissed, and things that were worth doubly cherishing.

It is like the eyes of those disciples who regard him as a spirit, like the little spiritual food brought up by a certain junior sister shyly and timidly, like the entangled and helpless eyes of his friend Xu Chan Taoist, like the love contained in the eyes of the master and senior brothers. drown...

All kinds of things made him suddenly realize: So I missed so many things...

"Heh..." He let out a low laugh, then staggered from side to side while laughing, and accidentally knocked down the Xuanjian next to him. The slender and powerful sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, attracting Jiang Rujing's attention.

"Huh?" Jiang Rujing rolled her eyes and landed on Xuanjian.

This is... Mr. Feiyu forged it with the tip of his Xuanji Great Sword.The Daozhen Sword fell into Li Lie's hands, and the Qinghong Sword and the cassock on his body fell into the hands of Dak's engineering team when he was captured as experimental materials. Feiyu Jun saw that Jiang Rujing didn't have anything in hand As for the long sword, Xuanji simply cut off the tip of Xuanji's sword, cast a long sword and gave it to Jiang Rujing.

Speaking of which, as a sword cultivator, I ended up without a sword in my hand. It's really...

Ridiculous!

He picked up the long sword, stood up, and the frost-colored robe stirred up a few wisps of light wind, with a hint of desolation for no reason.

"Chong--!"

The long sword glowing with a special blue light pierced into the ground under the plum blossom tree, looking from a distance, it seemed to be leaning on the tree.

Qiu Shanwen went to Xuewen Peak for morning class, but before he came back, Lord Fei Yu went to help Zhan Yue teach his disciples—he is now forced to become the elder Ke Qing of Juntian Sword Sect.

In Taiqing Peak, Jiang Rujing was the only one left.

I used to be alone.

"Hmph..." He chuckled again, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the plum blossom tree, which was always hovering between life and death, and a little pure power of true essence passed along the fingertips and the whirling bark.

"Huh?" Jiang Rujing looked at his fingertips curiously, "The power of the same source? Why?" He lightly twisted the nail of his index finger on his middle finger, and a trace of bright red blood burst out, a light and imperceptible plum blossom The fragrance emanates quietly from the blood beads.

"So that's how it is..." He shook off the blood, and said to himself, "This is what purifies Crystal Blood and my madness..."

A gust of wind blew by, the branches and leaves of the plum blossom tree trembled slightly, and the young man under the tree smiled, clean and dust-free.

"Thank you." He thanked a tree.

"However, I plan to leave." He stretched out his hand and gently poked the small sprout on the branch, and the sprout shivered shyly, "You will miss me, right?"

"I'm going to kill someone, and only I can give him relief."

"Maybe it will take a long time, maybe it will die in his hands."

"But I have to go, because all stories don't end in nothing, don't you?"

"I'm leaving."

His hand came down slowly, a trace of black and red silk thread suddenly appeared between the white and clean wrist, wrapped a circle around his wrist, and then spread to an unknown distance.He stared in that direction, with a resolute and fearless look, just like the soldiers who were about to embark on a long journey.

"I once saw a kind of flower, the branches and leaves were extremely ugly, but the flowers that bloomed were beautiful and beautiful. When I come back, you will bloom beautiful flowers too!"

Following the line of cause and effect, the frost-colored figure rides the wind.

The so-called cage to cover the eyes is probably the case.

Later on, Qiu Shanwen came back sweating profusely. Just as he walked through the rocks, he saw a blond man sitting quietly facing the plum tree in an empty yard, with a slender sword piercing the soil in front of him. Standing against a tree.

"Master..." He yelled habitually, then quickly covered his mouth, carefully looked around, and then yelled: "Fei, senior Feiyu..."

Fei Yujun, who had always been indifferent but polite, ignored him for the first time, and his back gave birth to infinite loneliness.

Qiu Shanwen suddenly discovered that the sword in front of him was exactly the one that Jiang Rujing had used to practice swords for ten years.

It is impossible for a sword repairer to abandon his sword for no reason.

For a moment, he seemed to realize something.

"Master...he left again?"

The back of Mr. Feiyu didn't even move at all, like a stone statue.

Qiu Shanwen tried his best to smile, "It's okay, anyway, as Uncle Lin said, every sword cultivator was a left-behind child when he was young." He could comfort himself, but looking at the back, he didn't know what to say.

If it's not the master's words, it's useless to say anything, right?

Akiyama went into the kitchen and started cooking dinner.

He thought that in the days when Master was not around, he had to take good care of his wife and the little plum blossom tree.

Once, the road to find Li Lie along the causal line was so long, and the process was so painful.

Every time, I have to suffer for 600 years under the roar of thunder. Every moment, I have to experience the pain of being pierced by the Daozhen sword. Every blink of an eye, I am enduring the pain of being destroyed by thunder.

Such pain was really unbearable, so it turned into an incomparable hatred for Li Lie, wishing to eat his flesh and blood.

But on the other hand, she can't wait to put aside her dignity and reconcile with him as before.

He closed his eyes lightly and sighed slightly. "Reconciliation can't be reconciled..." In the thunderstorm, Jiang Rujing's hair was scorched, but she no longer cried out in pain because she couldn't bear it like before.

After all, the years left traces on his body, which settled into a vicissitudes of eyes.

He no longer wailed, because he knew that this was just the way to get there, he would only hurt, but he would not die.

That being the case, what did he have to fear?

"Li Lie." He chewed these two words in a low voice, their pronunciation was not soft, hard and even a bit awkward, "Li Lie."

"Li Hunter."

"Li Hunter."

One sound, as firm as iron, for fear that if it is missing, it will be forgotten.

These two words will accompany him through the years of thunder and hellfire for the next 600 years.

The red causal thread leads to an unknown distance, passing through the time and age, and stretching through the sea of ​​stars.

"Ding—!" The shiny porcelain spoon touched the rim of the cup, and there was a slight shock in the quiet space, making the man who accidentally made this movement frown slightly, dissatisfied with his imperfect operation.

"Hehehe..." The person standing beside him smiled cheerfully, and said gently, "It's rare... What's the matter, I'm thinking about something?"

The man nimbly put down the spoon, picked up the cup, stared at the cup of expensive coffee from the subordinate earth planet, stared at it for a while, and put it down again.

"I didn't think about anything...just...a sudden palpitation."

The author has something to say:

Li Lie (drinking a large glass of boiled water): Hiccup~ I only disappeared for a while, am I mad at you?

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