heroes without tears

When the snow stops and the clouds start to warm up, the sky and the sun will be late.Early warblers compete for warm trees, pear blossoms are especially windy and rainy.

A little Fangzi, the truth is, no more than ordinary wood in the world.

He opened his eyes from his sleepless night, and an old coat slipped off his shoulders.

There was a faint flute sound outside Chaifei's courtyard, he followed the sound and stepped out of the room, and saw a conspicuous red silhouette in the white snow.Gu Wulei sat on the pear tree, the sound of the flute did not stop, she lowered her eyebrows and looked down at him.

After a night of spring rain, it turned warm and cold, and the pear blossoms all over the tree shook off the frost and snow, wiping out the new whiteness that only belongs to pear blossoms.

——He still has no shadow, is as light as a feather, and is becoming more and more transparent.

Shen Qingzheng held the sword in front of his chest and pulled it out of the sheath.

The sound of the flute turned around, and a song started.

At the same time, the sword rose.

Don't seek quickness, don't seek profit, just blend with the world with the heart of Taoism, and savor the artistic conception carefully.

His body is drunk, not trapped by his shape, not constrained by his mind.Heaven, earth, and man, the three talents are in harmony with nature.

Sometimes his figure is as stable as Mount Tai, sometimes as graceful as a flying fairy, sometimes as long as Bai Lianfei, and sometimes as short as a falling star.When the flat waves enter the sea, the whale salamander frightens away and sends the dragon; the sky is cold and the sky is falling, and the flying birds lose their tracks.

There are thousands of swordsmanship in the world, and there is only one person who can practice them all.

One sword has all kinds of forms.

I don't know when, the sound of the flute stopped.

Gu Wulei looked at the person under the tree, and suddenly smiled slightly as if feeling something.

Shen Qingzheng raised his hand, and an unopened pear bud fell from the branch and landed in his palm.

His eyes are like stars.

I saw the rootless flower that had left the tree, slowly, blooming in the palm of the swordsman.

"I have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and spent year after year, just to find the best way in the world."

"Until I looked up and saw the pear trees covered with white flowers, and the grass growing at my feet, I suddenly realized that the only way in this world that can compete with 'killing' is 'life'."

"The spring and autumn flow, the dry and prosperous come and go, and the changes will not change. We should use the same to respond to all changes."

Gu Wulei nodded and said, "Go and find the sword."

Shen Qingzheng gathered the pear blossoms in his sleeves and said yes.

In the ancient battlefield thousands of years ago, ghosts wailed and ghosts howled.

The swordsman drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword trembled violently, not because his wrist trembled, but because of the fear of the sword itself.

He swung his sword and pointed it at the ghosts and ghosts who rushed towards him.

The streamer flashes by, living towards death.

The sword in his hand broke in two.

He threw down the broken sword, picked up an unnamed sword left on the ancient battlefield from his feet, and brushed off the sand of the old age.

The ground trembled under his feet, and the thousands of years of sword intent and murderous intent condensed in the air, and the tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell the blood and unwilling souls of his ancestors swayed here.

All the sword mounds collapsed, and ancient swords reappeared in the world.

Every time he swung his sword, he chopped off a remnant soul, and every remnant soul's recovery caused the sword in his hand to shatter.In this way, he changed his sword every step of the way, walking through Changping, Yique, Yanying and Huayang step by step.

I don't know how many ancient battlefields and mass graves he walked through. When he bent down to pick up a rusty long sword that day, he finally knew that he had found it.

The moment I held it in my hand, the howling ghosts filled my ears suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. On that day, all the famous swords and treasures with a radius of hundreds of miles were trembling and buzzing, restraining all determination and bowing their heads.Birds and beasts competed to worship, and the masters of the swordsmen from all directions turned pale in shock.

He swung his sword, and the clouds broke through and the sun rose.

The golden sky light fell down, purifying the yin energy of the ancient battlefield in an instant.

There is a saying: There are hundreds of flowers in spring, looking at the moon in autumn, and cool wind in summer, listening to snow in winter.The sun, moon and stars cover the blue sky, and the mountains, rivers, plants and trees are the same in all four seasons.By cleverly borrowing the magical power of the birthday month, the spring and autumn cycles will open up again.

——This is the "Spring and Autumn Sword Intent", which means "rebirth after reincarnation".

Inches of rust peeled off from the sword, revealing the clearest color of frost and snow, but there was warmth in the cold light, like a spring breeze blowing on the face.

"It has nothing to do with the past, you and I meet today, in response to my Spring and Autumn Swordsmanship, let's call it 'Huasheng'."

Take a bath, burn incense and wash your hair, carefully clean every inch of dirt between your fingers, wash and dry your long hair, comb it neatly with a comb, tie your hair high with a blue hair band, and put on clean and tidy clothes .

Gu Wulei put down the blade, wiped Shen Qingzheng's cheeks with a wet towel, and looked at the person in the mirror.

After the shaved face, the clean chin was exposed. The man in the mirror was nearly [-] years old, and his handsome eyebrows had been accumulated for ten years. His eyes implied the insight and perception of the world's swordsmanship. He smiled slightly, as if seeing the cycle of spring and autumn in a trance, All things live and die.

Through yin and yang, qi and nature.

The Huasheng sword was placed flat on the knee, and was carefully wiped with a precious and heavy cloth. It was shining peacefully, waiting to be born.

"drive--"

Swallow the blood and raise the dust to go with the sword, and the Zongma Pingchuan is entering the fashion.

Xixia Xiping Mansion.

The big tent was blown by the hunting wind, the bonfire was in full swing, and the crackling sound of the hottest place was reflected in the dark abyss of the man's eyes.

"Lord Wumi, the prisoners of war are ready."

Hearing this, the man closed his eyes, and the bonfire in front of him suddenly went dark, and only when he opened his eyes again did he lightly re-ignite.

He stood up and raised his hand, and an attendant immediately stepped forward to take off the black bearskin cloak for him, and then took a few steps back respectfully holding the cloak.

After taking off the cloak, the long sword on his back was revealed.The sword was three feet and seven inches long, without a sheath, with a sharkskin handle, and the blade was pitch black without a trace of reflection.

There are no iron mines in Xixia, but its level of sword casting is higher than that in the Central Plains.Xia Guojian is known as "the best sword in the world". It is unparalleled among weapons in the world. Even the emperors of the Song Dynasty were proud to wear the Xixia Sword.It is precisely because of this that although the Xia Kingdom has no natural dangers and concise terrain, it can dominate the Ningxia area of ​​​​Gansu Province.

He walked towards the camp where the prisoners of war were held, followed his steps, and slowly drew his long sword with his hands behind his back as he walked.

The four people gasped, lowered their heads respectfully to hide the fear in their eyes, and did not dare to look directly.

Wu Mixuanyu's sword intent was "killing" and he practiced the "way of Shura".However, in the early years of practicing swords, he had not been able to enter Taoism for a long time.Master said he was "angry", and he said: "This way is just right for me."

During his time, he beheaded the master under the sword with his own hands to prove the Dao by killing, and since then, the Dao of the sword has become great.

For nearly 20 years since then, a Burning Sword has been invincible in all corners of the world, taking countless heads, killing many heroes and heroes, the more murderous intent, the more refined the swordsmanship.Becoming a demon and turning into a god, like a Shura in the world.

In the white blade, killing people in the world of mortals, killing is the way of Wu Mi's misrepresentation.His Burning Sword must draw blood every day in order to maintain the prestige of defeating the enemy.Many times there is nothing to kill, and when there is no one to kill, in order to save their own lives, the subordinates will offer living people to him as sacrificial swords.

At that time, it happened that Liu Fa, the general of Xizhou in the Northern Song Dynasty, was killed by a traitor and died in an ambush in Shuofang. Become a prisoner of war.

These prisoners of war were all Song Ting soldiers.As Wu Mi's footsteps approached, a chilling murderous aura spread in the space, and the prisoners of war suddenly changed color.

After the murderous aura is cultivated to the extreme, it will contain the breath of death, and the feeling given to the prey is no longer "the other party wants to kill me", but "I will die for sure".

Silently, the night-like long sword drew an arc with the movement of raising his hand, pointing at the bound prisoners of war, Wu Miyeyu licked his lips, just about to swing the sword, suddenly turned his head as if aware of it Come, there is a figure standing on the hill not far from the camp.

Eagle Flying Wolf Moo, the visitor stood there at some unknown time, this is a Central Plains swordsman, tall and straight, with a saber at his waist, not yet drawn, I don't know who it is.

"This is the Xiangqing army camp of Xixia, who are you, dare to come here alone?"

The swordsman put his hand on the sword at his waist, and buckled the hilt of the sword one by one, so solemnly and decisively.

"The one who took your life!"

At the right time, the wind blows and the clouds move, and the clouds that cover the moon are blown away, revealing the appearance of the person and the pair of eyes that are as motionless as mountains.

A night owl blew from an unknown distance, and the swordsman took a step with his right foot, followed by his left foot, his footsteps went from slow to fast, and in an instant the speed increased to the extreme, rushing down the hill!

Wu Mi falsely raised his sword to meet him.

——Sword Lighting Night!

Thunder blazed in all directions, and the sound of the sword knocking on the gold and stone resounded like a dragon's chant, resounding throughout the Xixia camp.The army horse raised its hooves and neighed. Thousands of soldiers covered their ears, but they still couldn't help kneeling on the ground with weak knees, and blood burst from their ears.

As the black long sword swung across, all ghosts wept like Abi Hell.

He saw the crow again.

The hoarse neighing was like an announcement of mourning, the blood-red eyes interpreted death, and the pitch-black wings spread and swooped down.

The Central Plains swordsman swung his sword.

At this moment, the Lingtai was clean and bright, he didn't think about anything, and he seemed to have thought about the myriad worlds in every possible way. The unity of nature and man belongs to his unique way of swordsmanship.

Every step he took, there were lotus flowers blooming, fairy music from the Yaochi accompanied by bells, and herbs growing from the rotting soil under his feet; the spring breeze brought the fragrance of flowers, birds talked to each other to celebrate new life, dead vines and old trees sprouted new buds, and dying mayflies were revived. .

Time seemed to freeze.

Until he let out a breath of foul air soundlessly.

Wu Mi Yanyu's body slowly fell to his feet.

A sword mark running through his chest spilled blood.

"Impossible..." The swordsman beyond the Great Wall fell to the ground: "No one can defeat death..."

"Indeed." He shook off the blood on the sword, put the sword back into its sheath, and said calmly, "But the law of heaven has reincarnation, withering and glory can change, and spring and autumn can go back and forth—death is no longer scary."

"Reincarnation... reincarnation?!..." He laughed maniacally, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth: "The dead end... will finally be resolved!..."

The swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood, his body straightened, and he didn't move anymore.

A pair of black eyes that have been without sadness or joy for decades, slowly closed.

The wind and sand in the frontier fortress rose.

The blue-clothed swordsman raised his sleeves lightly, and left alone, just like when he came.

The Xixia soldiers struggled to get up from the ground, and the death of Wu Mi Huaiyu made them heartbroken: "Chasing!!——"

But the trembling hands couldn't pull the bow and arrow at all, and the war horse neighed uneasy. They chased for a while with their swords in hand, and they could only watch the Central Plains swordsman go away.

He rushed all the way to the border town.The decisive battle of life and death is only a moment, and only Yi Ren is worried about it.

"No tears, I'm back!"

Shen Qingzheng went back to their thatched courtyard to look for the red dress that was always by his side, but he saw nothing but emptiness.

"Wu Lei, Gu Wu Lei?" He called out.

"Don't hide..."

"You guy..."

Suddenly, he saw a Yuhua stone lying quietly on the stone table in the courtyard.

There was a crack on the Yuhua Stone, which seemed to be red with blood. He picked it up and rubbed it lightly, but he felt a trace of water.

"Gu Wulei..."

"Aren't you always curious about what I am?" An erratic voice rang in his ears, he turned his head quickly, and saw that Gu Wulei's figure was almost transparent, and there was a little bit of fluorescence around his body.

"I am a tear you shed on Helan Mountain 14 years ago. It fell on the Yuhua Stone of Chilian Bridge and blended with the blood of my compatriots in Shimen."

"A...tear?" He murmured.

"It's the hero's tears—the blood of the deceased, the rain flower stone, the hero's tears. I am your obsession many years ago, and I am here to help you resolve your obsession."

The voice of the young man in red faded until he could no longer hear him. Shen Qingzheng raised his hand to hug him, but only touched his hand full of colorful streamers.The streamer couldn't hold it, it flowed through the fingers.He just stared blankly like this, staggeringly chasing after the passing streamer, the light spots wandering nostalgicly and then drifting up helplessly, he used his lightness skills to catch up quickly, but finally fell to the ground exhausted.

"Heroic tears...heroic...tears!" He lay on the ground, choked up for a long time, and said to himself: "Shen Qingzheng is not a hero, why do you pretend to be so?"

In the far sky, there seems to be a faint sigh: "If you are not a hero, why am I here?"

The sword of metamorphosis was on the ground, but the returning swordsman looked like the most lost loser. He looked at the sky full of light, looked up to the sky and howled, covered his face and couldn't help crying, but his bloodshot eyes couldn't shed a single tear.

"No tears..."

All the tears in my life are paid to you.