sword pointing heart possession

Standing in the void for a long time, Ye Wuhen thought a lot.

From the unknown owner of the Tibetan Sword Master to the current semi-holy body step by step, all the abnormalities seem to have started from the Anshi Rebellion.

No, to be precise, the Anshi Rebellion was just a node of all things. When the black light came, it connected the past and the future.

He in the future does not know his relatives and friends in the past, and his relatives and friends in the past do not know him in the past.

However, there will always be an opportunity to make their actions logical. An error in time and space has led to a completely unequal acquaintance between several people.

Just like the orbit of fate, after going around in a circle, it will always return to the original point.

Cause and effect reincarnation, nothing more than this.

From the various legends that Tang heard, to the creation of the world that Jin Wushi saw with his own eyes, he knew what role he would play and where he would go.

Because he really can.

With a light swipe of the hand in front of the body, hundreds of strange mineral deposits were suspended beside the body.A golden flame ignited in Ye Wuhen's hand, and the flickering golden light made his face calmer.

It is said that people in West Lake are the most affectionate, which is true.

However, sentimentality is also ruthless, and it is not unreasonable.

In such a long time, he cared about only a few people and things, but these few things made him toss and turn, making it hard to let go.

Ye Wuhen admitted that he was very greedy.

If he could, he didn't want the position of the Martial Ancestor at all, not even the name of the Young Master, as long as he guarded the Tibetan sword, guarded Fusang, and guarded his important people to live peacefully for the rest of his life.

However not.

He can do what others cannot do, so he must do it, because no one can protect him, no one can resist all the suffering for him, only he can stand at such a height, then the responsibility must be Let him fight.

He can choose to refuse, but as long as he accepts this responsibility, no matter how unwilling he is, he will work hard to complete it.

Ye Ying took a fancy to this point and made Ye Wuhen the young master.

Because he can't let go.

A gentleman is like the wind, but he is destined not to be as carefree as the wind. A gentleman is like jade, but he is destined not to be as gentle and fragile as jade.

Is it to be free and easy, or to be lost in the world of mortals?

Obviously isn't it.

This time, Ye Wuhen didn't use the casting hammer.

Wrapping the heart of Pangu's ax with melted ore liquid, he pointed it as a sword, and the majestic sword energy used his two fingers as the cornerstone, transforming the unrecognizable iron block in his hand inch by inch.

Only the strong are qualified to decide their own destiny, and only by doing their best can they go where others can't reach.

He will be the ancestor of martial arts, the ancestor of the ancestor of a hundred soldiers.

He will take on the past and the future, and let history go to the dynasty in his memory.

He must go back, even if it is already devastated.

The golden flame suddenly rolled up and exploded in all directions!Ye Wuhen swiped his wrist with one hand, and slightly golden blood splashed out, all submerged in the tumbling mineral liquid, slowly promoting the fusion of Pan Gu's ax heart.

Maybe it's greed, wanting more warmth.

Maybe it's sentimental, he can't let go of either party.

The scene in front of me was like a revolving lantern, and the voices and smiles of the old people were intertwined, father, mother, eldest brother, Zhi Hong, Bai Hui, master, senior sister, wolf leader... wolf cub.

Now that you have chosen this path, you must walk firmly and without regrets, and live up to your original intention in this life.

Suddenly, he thought of the silver gun on Li Changhong's body, which he couldn't see through himself.

"If there is only one person who is fast in the rivers and lakes, this life is enough."

"Stay until the wind and smoke are clean, you are still alive, and I am not dead."

A small turbulence slowly condensed in the chaos, Ye Wuhen stood in the center of the turbulence, his long black hair fluttering, he squinted his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes flowed endlessly.

"In life, you must always be persistent."

"My obsession is Datang and the Villa."

"You too."

Seeing through the world never means being detached from the world of mortals.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, it has enlightenment but is obsessed.

The melted liquid in his hand exploded suddenly, with dazzling brilliance, forming a small storm in the chaos!After waiting for the brilliance to dim a little, Ye Wuhen looked down, and saw that after getting rid of the excess dross, lying on the palm was a spear/spear, the head of the spear was engraved with a dragon's head, shining silver, as if enlightened——

Same as in memory.

At the same time, the long sword on Ye Wuhen's waist also sensed something, and the golden lines on the whole sword slowly extended until it covered the entire body of the sword. The two weapons echoed each other, and a burst of strong light burst out suddenly. There is actually a scabbard that fits perfectly on the blade!

pat-

A drop of transparent water fell on the gun body, Ye Wuhen pursed his lips, and tasted the slightly salty taste as expected.

Gee.

He covered his eyes with one hand and laughed.

It is so, it is so...

What he thinks and what he does are the key to the next weapon.

It is no longer the heat, no longer the material, but the state of mind of the sword maker, and his ingenious skills.

When people have pursuit, the power of explosion is unparalleled.

So is the sword.

The mind carried by the weapon comes not only from the user, but also from the caster.

Back to the basics, the sword is hidden.

"Wolf cub, I miss you..."

I have experienced thousands of years of loneliness alone, and I have been telling myself to go back, but how many years do I have to wait for Datang Kaiyuan? !

It's not that he is not afraid, deep down, he is really afraid that he will stop because of other things, and forget the people who are waiting for him in his heart.

But for the Demon Emperor's family, how can he harden his heart and stand aloof?

He is afraid of letting anyone down.

I...will be tired too...

I really miss the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters by the West Lake, and I really miss the warm sun in the afternoon when the first snow falls on the Broken Bridge.

I really miss that wolf who pesters me every day and can fight in less than three sentences.

"...Man, master!"

Once again brought back to his thoughts by Honglian's call, Ye Wuhen wiped his face, but only felt a piece of ice cold.He smiled, "I'm fine."

After practicing the Heart Sword for many years, how could he not feel the demons in his heart?

It's just that if you stop here, your previous efforts will be in vain.

Looking around, I found that this place is no longer the empty space that was originally empty.After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, Ye Wuhen's pupils shrank slightly, and his mood that had finally stabilized fluctuated again.

There is nothing else, only because of the corners of cornices and corridors, bricks, stones and rubble, all of which are the scenery of the place I miss the most in my heart——

Hidden Sword Villa, next to Tianze Tower.

It's where he lived for 20 years.

As the only young master of Cangjian, Ye Wuhen is naturally qualified to live in the place closest to Ye Ying—although the two of them always retreat or travel in batches, and they rarely meet each other.

However, it was here that most tugged at his heartstrings.

"Zhihong," Ye Wuhen said softly, "how...how did it come here?"

"Master doesn't know?" Zhi Hong was taken aback, "This...isn't this the mansion you built yourself when you were sanctified, Master?!"

I... built it myself, a mansion?

Ye Wuhen was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

I'm afraid it was a subconscious product of my own mental fluctuations when the silver gun was completed.

But it's hard to say whether it's good or bad. The good thing is that there is a sustenance, and the bad thing is that it's desolate and lonely, and it's easy to touch the scene and hurt your feelings.

Well, that's it.

He took a deep breath, and expanded his voice to the entire prehistoric world with spells:

"My name is Yeheng. I am sanctified today. I am the ancestor of hundreds of soldiers. I set up a sword pavilion and housed thousands of magic weapons. Those who are destined can find them in a hundred years."

Zhi Hong was slightly taken aback: "Master...?"

Ye Wuhen smiled, "Since I have become a saint, I should be a blessing to all living beings in the wild." Otherwise, Dao Dao will trouble me.

Zhihong naturally heard the meaning of Ye Wuhen's words, and he shook the petals to express his approval: "Then what is the master going to do?"

"Throw a few magical treasures in the sword mound, and set up some barriers for them to break through." Ye Wuhen looked around, only to realize that the building he created in his subconscious was a replica of the hidden sword villa, not only the disciples' dormitory and the owner of the village. The room, even the Sword Tomb in the back mountain and the Eighteen Bends of the Nine Streams are all available, so without thinking about it, he set the trial site at the Sword Tomb, and threw all his previous stocks into it. .

Anyway, since he was sanctified, these weapons have a little bit of their own consciousness, and they can choose their own masters, which saves him trouble.

And in the Tang Dynasty, it is said that because there were too many knights passing through the checkpoint, Ye Fangzhi's brother Ye Fangzhi's inventory was wiped out... Ye Wuhen coughed and coughed twice, and decided to make the checkpoint more difficult.

As for this gun... Ye Wuhen stroked the cold body of the gun and smiled slightly.

He came to the door and looked down at the flood below.

"Go to the lower realms and find your true master."

"You can use whatever name you want outside, but when you find him, you have to tell him your real name."

"Yunfei Jade Emperor."

It can be regarded as his little bad taste, and the skill of using wolf cubs to fly many times is the name of his weapon.

It is also a reminder... In the future, come to Hidden Sword to find me.

A ray of light suddenly descended from the Jiange.

Then he threw the peach branch from Luohu's hand into the place where the flower tree in front of Tianze Tower used to be. Ye Wuhen rubbed his temples, and got the red lotus body out of the sea of ​​consciousness: "Zhihong, you first need to be yourself." Let's play."

Zhi Hong shook the petals: "Master?"

"I'm going to rest for a while." After that, Ye Wuhen didn't care about Honglian's reaction, and pushed open the extremely familiar door.

The carved wooden door opened with a creak, and the fragrance of wood was clearly audible.

White porcelain carved tea set, mahogany weapon rack, familiar pattern.

Ye Wuhen raised his hand to caress the old scratches on the side of the bed, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Really exactly the same.

It was like he was just having a dream, and his room was still waiting for its owner.

It's like... nothing happened, nothing changed.

Suddenly feeling very tired, Ye Wuhen fell down on the bed, put his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes.

Anyway, there are still 100 years before the opening of the Jiange, so let me... sleep for a while.

The author has something to say:

The HP is empty, Shangyang Palace keeps overturning, and I hit 1-3 when I disconnected from the Internet... I lost the connection when I used Laoliu, and I paid the salary anyway, so I don't care... Climb to update.

Please keep your claws~~