[Gu Jian Su Zi] Death is coming

He walked a few steps forward, squatted down, and touched the blood on the ground.

Still warm.

Not an illusion.

The pool of blood on the ground reflected his current appearance.

For some reason, the strands of hair were damp, sticking together, pieces of red plums stained half of the face, covering the cinnabar between the eyebrows, just like the color of the eyes.

"........."

This is... Baili Tusu?

"What should I call you?" Ouyang Shaogong casually lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, his expression hidden under the drooping hair, "Han Yunxi?"

"I'm... Baili... Tu Su..." He was still half-squatting, with his eyes closed tightly, the broken memories in his mind lingering, arousing the already manic evil spirit, rolling and churning in his chest.

"Excuse me, there was never such a person as 'Baili Tusu'~"

"It's just a wisp of dead soul who stole something that belongs to me!"

"I'm... Baili... Tusu..." The evil energy kept colliding all over the body, the agitated true energy shook, and the spiritual platform was unstable.However, after struggling to suppress it for a long time, there was only one word left in my mind.

kill

"Look at the mess all over the place, can you really be called that Ziyin's apprentice?"

"I..." The light blue figure in my memory suddenly split like a spider's web inch by inch, and gradually became black and red.

kill

kill

kill

Amidst the chaotic echoes, the soft voice beside Dudu's ear was particularly clear-"Why don't you strip this half of the evil soul and return it to its original owner?"

……

"After all, it's a counterfeit, and it looks so ugly that you have lost all your mind." Ouyang Shaogong shook his head, with an invariable contemptuous smile on his lips, "I won half the bet."

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In the dark night, the jade beads in Ziyin's sleeves flickered a few times.

The bloody smell suddenly rushed towards his face, carrying the evil spirit that he hadn't felt for a long time, Zi Yin slowly opened his eyes, but felt that his brain was abnormally slow, he already knew something was wrong, subconsciously called Tu Su beside him, but found nothing.

"Your Excellency is the famous real Ziyin?" Suddenly a gentle male voice sounded from outside the door, before the sound stopped, the person had already pushed the door and entered, wearing an apricot yellow robe.

"Ouyang Shaogong?!" The figure in front of him was shaking and blurred, but Ziyin recognized Ouyang Shaogong who was only in his memory by his voice. He frowned, rubbed his forehead, and simply closed his eyes.

He tried to get up, but his standing was a little unsteady, so he had to sit back down.

"Hehe, your Excellency will feel better after taking this medicine." There were some rustling sounds in front of him, and he smelled a strange fragrance, but he didn't respond.

"You don't have to worry about me being deceptive about this." The hand spread out in front of him didn't move.

His heart fluttered for a few beats, and suddenly he felt a little empty.If Ouyang Shaogong comes here... Where is Tu Su?

Not here.

Evil energy filled the enchantment, but there was no vitality.

"Your Excellency doesn't believe me, then you should trust this sword." Ouyang Shaogong chuckled a few times, took back the pill, took a few steps forward and placed the sword beside the bed, and then backed away.

It is burning silence.

"........."

"This sword is useless, and it's a pity to ruin it. Although there are more parts missing, I think you won't care about this small flaw."

Fen Ji's hands were cold, there were many cracks on the sword body, and even more damage to the tip of the sword.And the evil spirit that was originally surging was swept away, and it was so quiet that it no longer had the power of the ancient fierce sword.Fen Ji was originally closely related to Tu Su. Now that the evil spirit has dissipated, the sword master will no longer be disturbed by it. Then, it can only be unsealed or...

"..." He didn't dare to think anymore.

"I can also guess what your Excellency is thinking. If you want to ask Han Yunxi, he is already gone."

"!..." How...how?

"It's gone, it means that the soul is gone, and there will be no reincarnation~"

"If you want to..."

"No need to say any more."

Zi Yin never opened his eyes, he gathered himself together, stood up, and pointed his sword at the voice of the person in front of him, "Get out of the way!"

"If you want to find someone, you must pass my test." There was a bit of treachery in the voice.

Zi Yin was silent, the sword energy opened the window, and wanted to escape from here, but Ouyang Shaogong followed him like a shadow, moved past in an instant, and blocked the window: "Your Excellency, don't underestimate me."

As soon as the words fell, Zi Yin hurriedly turned over to avoid the blow, and heard the sound of strings vibrating in his ears, and another air knife brushed past his ears, cutting off a few strands of hair, and the cold winter wind poured in from the open window sash, The sleeves are blown out.He poured spiritual power into the inscription along the cracked Fenji sword body, forcefully activated the sword energy, and imagined thousands of sword shadows, all of them moving towards the place where the sound came from.Before this move was over, he condensed the magic formula again, and the dark blue curse seal followed the emptiness and phantom sword Wanying to attack the opponent.

"Heh..." In the rustling wind, there seemed to be laughter.

"Boom!"

The sound of the piano falling to the ground.

No more sound.

Ziyin's vision gradually became clearer, and he saw the sword qi criss-crossing the ground, the wooden boards were full of gouging marks, and the apricot-yellow figure was lying on the ground, dying, it was undoubtedly Ouyang Shaogong.

Qin, whose spiritual power had transformed into a slant on the ground, gradually disappeared.

Why is it so easy...

"Ouyang Shaogong" also gradually changed.

Somewhat familiar.

Slightly curly ink black hair.

A blue robe that he once sewed by himself.

And... a little cinnabar between the eyebrows.

Then, the body fell apart.

gradually dissipated.

雪落无声最新更新:2017-02-2221:44:30

It's almost dawn.

The first rooster crowing of the New Year tore through the night, but could not break the silence in the city.

Zi Yin carefully put Fen Ji into the scabbard that he carried with him, replacing the other sword that was lying peacefully. He carried the sword and stepped out of the inn threshold. I replied.

"Ouyang Shaogong is the half-soul of the ancient prince Changqin. His soul returned to his place last night, and this world has been broken. This subordinate is now in Youdu, and he will return soon."

The sound transmission talisman exhausted its spiritual power, burning light blue fireworks in the air, and gradually flying down with the drifting heavy snow.

Ziyin walked in the thick snow with one foot deep and the other shallow. After a while, the soles of his boots were soaked with ice, and his calves were gradually frozen to the point of unconsciousness.

He stopped in the middle of the open space at the gate of the city, looking at the rising sun in the distance.

The blood-red morning sun illuminates one side of the sky, piercing through the dark blue clouds, and further away, it is covered by the thick night.

"Get up."

He drew his sword out of its sheath and placed it in front of him.

"Calm down."

The left hand wiped from the tip of the sword, slowly slid across the spine of the sword, and stopped at the jaw of the sword.

"sweep."

Withdrew his left foot slightly, turned around slightly, and the sword energy swept across the front.

Hundreds of miles of city walls and houses, birds, beasts, grass and trees all around, dissipated like fly ash in an instant.

The snow on his hair and shoulders rolled down with the opening and closing movements, and the snow in front of him also showed its original appearance.

"receive."

The sword tip of the right hand draws a perfect circle in the air, then draws it back, sticks it in front of the body, and stands with both feet.

"hack."

"hack!"

Then the sword's edge immediately slashed down, and in the distance, the cracks in the ground cracked.

The ear gradually seems to hear the sound, the clear childish voice.

Withdraw your right leg, raise your right elbow, and keep the sword level with your straight left arm.

"carry."

"carry!"

The calm voice matched the slightly hoarse boy's voice, and Ziyin faintly felt his heart warm up.

Turning around, the tip of the sword stabs forward.

"prick."

"prick!"

The voice became more and more mature, but gradually faded away.

With the sword drawn parallel to his right arm behind his shoulder, Daxue just lost his eyes, so he closed it tiredly.

"Closer."

There was only the sound of snow falling in my ears.

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According to Hongyu's words, she found the double swords hidden in the ruined temple, but there was no more letter left in the box where the swords were hidden.She raised her head and looked into the distance, seeing the burnt and crumbling Anlu City Wall not far away, she suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

"Sister Hongyu." Qingxue stroked the pattern on the sword with her hand, "This sword is so beautiful."

She patted the back of Hongyu's hand lightly, "Let's go."

"Ah."

铸魂最新更新:2017-02-2221:51:38

Zi Yin is very good.

Over the past year, his kendo has improved again, and he has even comprehended a new sword move, which can turn water into spirits and flames, and follow the sword energy to spread thousands of miles across the prairie fire.Not only the swordsmanship, but also the way of Taoism, he has advanced a lot, and he faintly feels that he is an inch closer to the way of heaven, and many questions that have been stuck in his mind in the past gradually become clear in silence.

It's just that he hasn't made swords for a long time.

In the past, when he forged swords, he was asked by an old friend, and secondly, he found a rare cast stone in the world. He really couldn't bear the dust of the treasure, so he searched for matching objects, and retreated for a year and a half.However, the swords formed in this way are often spiritual, so they often don't last long, and are eventually given to those who fit them.

But now, no one has found him and asked him to forge a sword, and he has no intention of going down the mountain to find rare treasures.A spring and autumn had passed in the mountains, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was full of wind and snow again, but he hadn't forged a single sword in this year.

You can't make a sword.

No matter how calm and concentrated the sword was at the beginning, every time it came to the last moment of tempering, the past scenes always floated in front of my eyes, and finally it was fixed on the burning silence of the cracks.As a result, the new blade under his hand couldn't make tough bones no matter what, the refining rhythm that used to be handy, but now, it's all missing by an indescribable slightest, and eventually the blade is either hard and easy to break, or it is simply quenched. Then the cracks bloomed, not in the shape of a sharp blade.

Five, there are five swords that have been formed but not released this year alone.Not to mention more than a dozen pieces of fine iron cold stones that have not yet fully formed are now discarded in the underground sword room and buried in dust.

For the next half a year, he simply stopped making swords.

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"I didn't come last year, I'm sorry." Ziyin put the small altar of wine at his feet, pulled out the weeds by the tomb one by one, and lit the incense.Three wisps of green smoke curled up, carrying a faint fragrance, scattered in the air.He slapped the mud seal off the wine jar, poured out half of the aroma of the wine, and then gradually stopped.

Time flies, and he has no obsession with memory, so the voice and appearance of his old friend have long been blurred, leaving only a vague impression.he