Qin Sheng

The story of a sword is actually about her master.At that time, Liu Xuetan had only come to the plight not long ago, and her consciousness had not yet fully awakened.At that time, he was in a coma for a long time. Apart from the seriousness of his injuries, a large part of the reason was that he was lost in his dreams.It's not that I can't wake up, but I don't want to wake up.

In the dream, the door of the master that was always closed, the mocking expressions of those so-called friends, and the people who died under his hands, were unbelievably confused when they were dying.Combined with the gorgeous colors dyed into the dream, they interweave into a gorgeous, but endlessly sad blood fascination.

He was lost in the color and couldn't find the exit.He walked alone in the dream, every time he took a step, there was a pool of wet blood under his feet.It was clearly a bright red world, but it was so cold that it was difficult for him to move an inch.He staggered in his dream day by day, seeing nothing but scarlet color.

In the dream, the color of blood has always been filled, and the bright red color covers the world, dyed so beautifully, so heartbreaking.But one day, suddenly in a gorgeous scene of blood, he saw a piece of translucent white.The snow color against the crimson blood scene is lonely and empty, and a floating corridor stands in the snow scene, reflecting the empty and lonely hearts.

A floating corridor is surrounded by white snow, there seems to be infinite puzzles in the snow lingering in the silent heart, Liu Xuetan turns a blind eye to it, and still walks slowly through the bloodless ground, confused in a dream, not knowing what night it is.

"The floating corridor is a restricted area for strangers, and I don't like others stepping on my snow." Suddenly there was a whisper from a high place, the tone did not seem to be affectionate or heartless, and everything was left with a sense of endless emptiness.Liu Xuetan raised her head in a daze, but saw that the snow-colored corridor that seemed very far away before suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.His footsteps stopped at the junction of the bright color and the snowy color, and he seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier when he tried to move forward.

"I'm still in a dream?" Liu Xuetan looked at the figure sitting on the eaves, her mind was still dazed, there seemed to be a line of mist in front of her eyes, and that person was shrouded in the fog, so she couldn't see clearly.

"Dream! Today's snow quietly fascinates me. I feel the color of blood, covering the white ground. You have aroused my interest. Draw your sword. The black sword allows you to try it." .”

"I don't have a sword anymore."

"No sword? Then what is your burden?" Liu Xuetan suddenly felt the familiar and heavy feeling on her back, the sword had already been stained with blood, whether it was someone else's or her own.People have long been unable to hold swords, whether in the past or in the future.He has given up the sword, because he doesn't want to hold the sword anymore, and he doesn't want the sword to continue to accompany him.

"I heard the mournful cry of sword energy, intertwined with Mo Jian's bloodthirsty mourning, your sword's mourning is so sad."

"Oh! It's never the sword itself that mourns. I know that I have no right to mourn. The sword was once with me. Maybe she still supports me now, but I don't want to continue to bury her. But even so, But she still replaced me, mourning the past for my long-disqualified master."

"..."

"Your sword is persistent and clear, like the stickiness of a bamboo, like the softness of a willow. This is an excellent talent, why should you give it up lightly. You can hear her, she is crying in the piano!"

"The sword in the harp, the harp hidden in the sword. I don't know if the harp envelops the mourning of the sword, or the mourning of the harp that the sword listens to."

"Your sword is in the piano, and it is also in love."

"Then what about you, accompanied by a mourning sword, in a land of frost and snow, lonely for a hundred years, why is your sword mourning?"

"..."

"Why did you practice swords?"

"Once upon a time? That's too far away. I can't remember the reason why I cultivated the sword. Only in the bottom of my heart can I still vaguely understand that everything I did was just to fulfill a promise with someone."

"What about you? I see your sword, which is as black as ink, ending everything in despair. What kind of material is needed to cast such a sword."

"The casting material of the black sword is only the worst ore, but the black sword has been with me for hundreds of years, and it was covered under my blood at the beginning. I carry it behind my back and hold it in my heart. Even if the ore Bad, and I can't give up on each other in my life."

"Materials are not inferior. Since you are sincere, even the fragile glass can be a sword. You seem to be indifferent, but you have already put your love in the sword, and your sword is also mourning for love."

"..."

"Why do you never want to enter the floating corridor? Is my snow field too lonely and makes you shrink back?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. The blood and snow are too distinct, and I can't get over it. Just like the blood that surrounds my eyes, I can't escape no matter what."

"..."

"You haven't been here for a long time."

"I just woke up."

"Are you awake from your dream?"

"It's never been a dream that traps me, so how can I talk about waking up from a dream. Have you been waiting in a dream all this time?"

"..."

"Green bamboos, dreams and hearts. Liuli Yingxue, one-year-old Hanjiang. I used to be the swordsman Liu Ying Hanjiang who was often accompanied by green bamboos and willows, but now I want to be a luthier who is not in the world. Rolling curtain Xiyu. In spring, there are numerous flowers and thousands of trees, and in winter, there is the fragrance of dead wood and plum bones. The rolling curtain and evening rain are so far away, and the willow shadows on the cold river shine on the lonely boat."

"The sword is already your original heart, you can really let go of it completely."

"..."

"I have something to give you."

"So am I."

"..."

"We met in a dream, separated by the clear boundary of color, he was in the snow, and I was in the blood. He never crossed the color of blood, and I couldn't step into the snow fan."

"I don't know why I can connect with his dreams, but since the first meeting, there has been a boundary between us like a natural moat. And above that boundary, there has always been a line of fog. At that time, I was lost in the dream. That line The mist may be the dirty dust in the heart. But I don’t know when, the mist gradually disappeared.”

"When I was finally able to cross the boundary between blood and snow, I saw the man standing still in the snow. In order to witness the friendship, I made an ice sword and wanted to give it to him, but I didn't Thinking of it, he also gave me the Liuli sword. This sword has a physical body, and I can even bring her out of the dream, but it also makes me afraid. Fear whether my intersection with him will also affect his reality I suddenly feel a little regretful." Liu Xuetan looked at the dagger in her hand, her eyes were extremely gentle, but also deeply confused.

"Do you regret crossing that boundary?" Qi Luosheng lightly shook the snow fan, with a clear expression on his face.

"I really regret it!" After all, I couldn't even see my own way forward.

"I don't understand what love is, but I am greedy for the feeling when I meet him, so I walked into his snow field and stepped into his snow fan. But at the end of the acquaintance, I seemed to pull him into the Into my blood fan."

"It scared me, I was afraid that I would end up killing him. So I ran away, and I stopped looking for him in my dreams, I hid from him. I thought that as long as we don't see each other again, he will go back to the past , continue to walk on the path of his destiny..."

"Go see him." Qi Luosheng sighed, he looked at Liu Xuetan with the majesty of an elder. "Whether you regret it or not, he has the right to get the answer he deserves."