[comprehensive] not human

Just when Yan Bai was thinking about where he had seen the scene in front of him, he heard a sound of iron chains rubbing and sliding, and then a golden chain was inserted into the sand under his feet, and a figure followed the golden chain to the ground , When passing through the branches, a gust of wind is rolled up, and the pink petals flutter and fall.

The man knelt on one knee, wearing a white exotic cardigan, revealing a strong chest, all kinds of complicated and gorgeous golden ornaments on his body, wearing a hood, his whole face hidden in the shadows, only one exposed A sharp jaw.He also carried two machetes on his back.

...Well, isn't this a sect in that online game?It seems to be called Mingjiao?

Yan Bai's mood is extremely complicated, it seems that he has not only become a tree, but also a tree of lovers in the game?

He soon discovered that was not the case.This is not a game, nor is it any data, these are real.

A gust of wind brushed against the thick trunk, and the whole tree seemed to be startled by the sound of breaking through the air, and some petals fell down again.Yan Bai now only hates himself for not having a hand, or a foot, so that he can push this guy who practices knives under the tree, not only practicing knives, but also hurting his body anytime and anywhere, into the sand.

The trunk is like a human body to a tree, even if it wasn't just brushed by the wind of the knife, it would still be a real pain. The most important thing is that he still can't resist at all, at most he buried the cat with petals.

Another burst of flowers rained down, and pink and purple petals fell all over the shoulders and head of the swordsman under the tree. He looked up at the cloud-like crown of the Sansheng tree in doubt, and murmured: "Why did this tree fall so much today?" Spend more?"

With a choke, the two knives were sheathed back, and the young Mingjiao disciple went under the tree and touched the rough trunk. There were scattered knife marks on it, which were left by his brother.

Before his brother went to the Central Plains, Weifa often watched him practicing swords here.Under the bright moonlight, accompanied by the pilgrimage song from the Holy Sepulchre, under the tree, the sword light flickered, and the sword spirit was vertical and horizontal.The sand on the ground was picked up by the young swordsman's feet, and threw his head at Weifa's face, causing him to choke and cough repeatedly.Then his brother would stop the scimitar, laugh and come over and pat the sand off Weifa's face and hair with rough palms, hook up the hood on his clothes and put it on him, and beat the still young The younger brother's head smiled and said: "Remember to wear a hat in the desert."

Now the moonlight is still there, but that person is no longer there, and Weifa's face has never been shown outside again.

"Tell me, when will I be able to practice to the level of my brother?" Weifa muttered to himself while touching a very shallow mark on Yan Bai's body.Compared with the deep marks around it, this new knife mark seems to have been accidentally rubbed on, so light that it is almost invisible.

As if responding to him, the Sanshengshu dropped a few petals.Weifa caught one with his leather-gloved hand, patted the tree and said in a worried voice, "Fortunately, you are a tree. If you were a human, wouldn't your hairline be worrying, and you would be bald sooner or later."

Yan Bai shook his own branch, and threw a few dead branches at him.

The white-clothed swordsman flickered, and appeared a few steps away in the next moment. It seemed to be a unique movement technique.His lips under the hood were bent, and he turned his hands to let the flower in his palm continue to fall. He drew out the knife and began to practice again, but after that he never used the wind of the knife to hurt the trunk of the Sanshengshu again.

In the lonely moonlight, the sand glistens.The swordsman's shadow danced on the ground. Every time he raised his hand and kicked his feet, every movement made a whizzing sound.The two rounded scimitars in his hands were radiant, and every time the master swung them, there would be a stream of light flowing across the blades.

It was just before dawn that Weifa stopped and sat on the root of a Sansheng tree protruding from the sand, looking at the eastern sky, where it was faintly white, and a continuous mountain shadow seemed far away on the horizon.

"Brother is over there, in the Central Plains." Weifa said softly, stroking the back of the knife in his hand, he leaned back on the tree trunk, looked up at the pink and purple cloudy crown: "One day, I will go there too , I will fight side by side with my brother."

Then he was called away by a little loli in white clothes and red background. The little loli called him Senior Weifa, and she seemed to be quite afraid of this young man with a timid look.

As soon as they left, the empty and desolate scene returned to here.Yan Bai's whole body was bathed in the morning sun, and he felt that it would be better to let that Mingjiao disciple who was cold on the surface and chattered in private come over to practice and talk.Otherwise, here he could only listen to the sound of rubbing sand and stones, the howling wind in the desert, and stare at the vast and endless desert in a daze.

Later, Weifa really came here every night to practice his sword, look at the east, dig a tree hole for himself and talk to himself.Yan Bai also knew that he was a disciple of the Saintess Lu Yan'er, a disciple of the Holy Fire Banner, who had studied assassination since childhood, and was extremely talented in this area.He also has an older brother who practices another completely different technique and is one of the best masters in the sect. Unfortunately, he took a group of Mingjiao disciples to the Central Plains a few months ago.

Yan Bai also knew that it was the time of the Anshi Rebellion, Mingjiao sent several groups of disciples, including Brother Weifa, to the Central Plains, and joined hands with various sects to fight against the Spike Army.This also made Weifa very upset: "Although I know it is the opportunity for the Holy Cult to return to the East, I still feel very uncomfortable. The Tiance soldiers drove us here from the Central Plains brazenly, and now they have made a mistake, but let us Go and follow behind to clean up the mess. If you want me to say, why don't the leader stand on the sidelines, and it won't be too late to take action after they both lose."

He sounded sullen as he stuck the knife in the sand and pulled it out.Yan Bai can't speak now, if he could speak, he would definitely refute him, and by that time, I don't know how many lives will be sacrificed.

But Weifa said so, but he wanted to go to the Central Plains to fight side by side with his brother. It seemed that before leaving, his brother forced him to promise that he would not be able to teach martial arts until he was approved by the leader.

"Don't you like this place to practice knives here every day? Hmph, I come to practice every day now. I don't believe it. After a year or two, I still can't let the leader recognize my strength." Weifa waved his hand Knife, also kept talking in his mouth.

Yan Bai had seen how he pretended to be taciturn, indifferent and steady in front of other disciples, and it took him a long time to get used to his childish chatter before he didn't feel that it was against him.

"Senior Weifa, the Holy Maiden let you go." The little loli who had called Weifa before came to inform again.

Weifa had no choice but to stop the knife and pull down the hood: "Lead the way."

The two of them used lightness kung fu and quickly disappeared.Yan Bai looked at them running and jumping as light as swallows, even standing shoulder to shoulder with birds, while despising the unscientific nature of this world, he couldn't help being a little envious.Who has never dreamed that one day he can fly over the wall and fight the rivers and lakes with swords.This time he finally came to the world of martial arts, but he turned into a tree, not to mention practicing martial arts, he couldn't even blink.It's frustrating.

Wifa was absent for several days after this, and he reappeared one night a week later.At a glance, Yan Bai saw that he had changed his disciple uniform, which seemed to be of a much higher level than before.

Not only did Weifa not practice the sword this time, but he also got drunk with a few jugs of wine.In addition to his two scimitars on his back, he also held one in his arms. That pair of scimitars did not look desolate: not only were they stained with blood, but they were also broken in the middle.Just like that, Weifa also hugged and refused to let go, and the wine spilled from his mouth to wash away the mud and blood on the broken knife.

After drinking, Weifa couldn't sit still, and when he leaned back, he rolled over and fell completely.He struggled to get up, holding onto the tree trunk for a long time but couldn't find his way. At this time, his hood fell off, and it was only for the first time that Yan Bai saw what this Mingjiao looked like.

Snow-white hair, eyes of different colors of gold and silver, with deep-set eye sockets, and a straight nose, is a typical appearance of people from the Western Regions.Now this handsome and bewitching young man of foreign race is crying with tears streaming down his face.

Leaning against the trunk, he slid slowly down and collapsed onto the sand.Tears dripped down his black leather gloves, hitting the silver knuckles.

"Brother...Brother woo..." An indistinct murmur came out of Weifa's mouth.

After listening to it for a long time, Yan Bai realized that his brother had died in battle, and there was no body left, and his companions had fought hard to snatch back the two broken scimitars.

The moonlight was like water that night, and the desert night was frighteningly cold.Weifa curled up under the tree roots and cried all night.The drinker who was knocked over by him fell to the ground, seeping along the sand to the bottom and being absorbed by Yan Bai, it was fine wine as strong as a knife.

At dawn, Weifa staggered up, buried the two broken knives under the Sansheng tree, wiped away tears, put on the hood again, and left without looking back.

later.

Later, Yan Bai never saw this young man again.Time flies, the little loli back then has also grown up, she likes to go to the tree of the three-life tree and talk to herself just like the former Weifa, Yan Bai learned from her words that Weifa died when his brother died. After that, he petitioned the leader and went to the Central Plains to join the ranks of martial arts fighters against the Spike Army.In a raid, in order to protect his teammates, he, who had always been only responsible for assassinating the leader, confronted the enemy general and died heroically.I heard that when he died, he was still holding the two knives tightly.

He was buried on the spot in another country.Even the enemy general who killed him said he was a real swordsman.

"It's a pity that people lose everything when they die." The woman in white who has grown into a beautiful girl caressed the long-standing knife marks on the three-life tree and murmured, "If I ask you, I wish he was still the one who was accused. The genius of assassination, who is pointing, does not want him to die with glory. Assassination, assassination, has been looked down upon since ancient times..."

She raised her head, looked at the ever-changing cloudy pink-purple canopy above her head, put on her hood and turned to leave.

Tomorrow, she will also go to the Central Plains with the others in the door to continue fighting against the Spike Army.She didn't know if she could come back again.

Behind the woman, petals fluttered down, like a grand rain of flowers at a funeral.