[Thunderbolt] Drunken Song Fu

Bits of acquaintance with Leng Biefu came to his heart, he stroked the sword, the blade cut his finger, blood dripped from the sword, and fell into the rolling yellow sand. "Leng Farewell, how would you choose? What are you going to do? I never imagined that our farewell would be in such a hurry."

"I still have too much to say, and there are still many things I want to do with you. So, is there no time? Leng Biefu, you must live a good life, definitely!"

In the setting sun sand city, Yan Ge was about to dig out the long-buried beard stick, "I originally wanted to wait for the matter of the supernatural being to end, so I played a song for you, so there is no chance." However, the mottled and sad sound in the dusk, once it reverberates, the memories as clear as a screen will be bit by bit.

"It is a song belonging to Liren, accompanied by the tune of a chivalrous man. On the way of the rivers and lakes, you and I meet today, and the Ming Dynasty may be separated from the underworld. When we meet and toast, let me play a que, Let me, at the moment when I die for justice, still hear your Hu Jia as my companion."

"Leng Bie Fu, Leng Bie Fu, let me always owe you money for drinks, so that you won't forget me easily. I am both sad and glad that I haven't had time to say it to you, and I haven't let you fall into love." .Just let me stay in the position of a good friend, as long as you miss me all the time, that's fine."

After the song was over, his mind was settled, he put away the beard and stepped on the dark road again calmly and fearlessly.The road is at the foot, the consciousness is self-contained, the tall and straight back is sad, but firm.As the sword of lawlessness, when you hold the sword again, you should have the consciousness of dedicating yourself to the common people and justice.

He is not afraid of life and death, but he has thoughts in his heart.The only reluctance is that I can no longer see the person I am thinking of; the only resentment is that I can no longer drink the tea made by that person; the only regret is that I can no longer hear the helpless complaints from that person.Bit by bit, all the obsessions are all indifferent.

Gong Yelian was accidentally arrested, which made it difficult to forge swords. Hongchen Shenmeng threw himself into the furnace and forged the Qu Libie Sword with all his strength.With such great righteousness, there is no room for turning things around. Yan Gexing restrained his mind, clenched his fists and stared at his eyes, and planned to punish the gods, it was imperative.

"If sacrifices are inevitable in this battle at the top of the gods, then Yan Gexing is all you need to sacrifice! But my only concern is that Leng Biefu is captured by a person with supernatural powers." Click on the promise of reincarnation: "If you If you can trust me, you will save Leng Biefu even if you turn to reincarnation." "Thank you."

Yan Gexing solemnly stared at the raging fire of the giant furnace, with nostalgia, responsibility, gratitude, and farewell.The blazing flames of the furnace created a soul-stirring artifact, the Qu Libie Sword, which came out of the world.

When the sword comes out, the road is fixed, Yan Ge goes forward without complaint or regret.He entrusted Xiawu to Zhaoshi Mingdeng, his eyes were lingering, and his heart was full of nostalgia: "Please use Xiawu for me to exchange for Leng Biefu, and please pass this blue lantern to him for me, including this Hu Jia." "Don't you want to leave something for him?" "No, memories between us are enough."

Is it really enough?Not really.It's just that he was afraid that if he said it, he would become the shackles of Leng Biefu and the shackles of the living.He understood this point better than anyone else, so he didn't dare to say it, and let the memory last forever. From then on, it will be hard to see in the world.

On the top of the gods, Yan Ge was holding a sword, waiting for the sinner he thought he had never met before, the snow fell silently, but the snow white made him inexplicably at ease. "Leng Biefu, will you be very angry? Ha, it's a pity that I can no longer see you angry. Your tea is really delicious. I hope I will have a chance to drink a cup in the next life."

When the God of Mu came, he drew his sword and fought without saying a word. The battle was turbulent, the world changed, and the people in the battle did not think too much, and fought for the battle.Leng Biefu, who was trapped in the distance, seemed to feel something in his heart, and his heart suddenly became inexplicably panicked.

Mu Shen is strong, although Yan Gexing's swordsmanship is extraordinary, after all, he was a little short, but he has a strong will to fight and a firm will, and with his injuries, he found the opportunity to destroy Mu Tian Jiu Ge.Yan Gexing's sword is united, yin and yang enter the body of the sword, and the original stone of Quli is created, and the power of the world and the world suddenly arises. With a sudden slash, Mutian Jiuge breaks in response, and the Qulibie sword is released from his hand.

However, Mutian Jiuge's broken sword has a spirit. To protect the lord, the two peaks thrust into the ground and opened a crack. In an instant, the mountain fell and the ground cracked, and Yan Gexing fell into the ravine.The moment of falling, the past emerged one by one, the guilty person, the guilty heart, used their own life to pay off everything.

The last sight I saw when I lost consciousness was the white moon, the tip of the nose seemed to be filled with a cold fragrance, and a silent "Leng Farewell Fu" was filled with indescribable nostalgia and affection.When the dust and snow settled, the chivalrous men did not return, only white eyes filled with silence remained.

Leng Biefu suddenly felt the same heart, and his heart ached, but he didn't know why, and the uneasiness gradually spread.Zhaoshimingdeng, who was also captured, brought him the real reason for his heartache: "Yan Gexing accepted the master's request, went to the summit of the gods, and fought a decisive battle with the God of Mu. Although the sword is complete, it still has flaws. Worrying about life."

Leng Bie Fu didn't say a word, just stared blankly, as if he still couldn't accept it, "Before he left, he kept your safety in mind." "Yan Ge Xing..." Can we see each other again?At that moment, the world turned pale, he hated, hated his failure, wished he could share the wind and rain with him, advance and retreat together!

Su Huanhuan exchanged Xiawu and himself for Leng Biefu and Zhaoshi Mingdeng, and Leng Biefu strengthened his composure: "Jian Shoutian, thank you for saving me, do you know the situation of the decisive battle between Yan Gexing and Mu Shen?" ?” There was a pause, revealing the mood of the inquiring person at the moment.

Tired Shoutian shook his head and sighed: "Leng Biefu, I'm sorry, Yan Gexing accomplished his righteousness and cut off Mutian Jiuge, but unfortunately, he was sacrificed under the stratum of the top of the gods." But the words were heartbroken, Leng Bie Fu suddenly stood silent, and the wind passed silently.

At that moment, I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't feel anything, only the most painful heart, hurting the speechless people.Scenes of the past, clear and blurred, "Are you unwilling to see me even for the last time?" Asked softly, Tired Shoutian couldn't answer for Yan Gexing.

Zhao Shi Ming Deng sighed: "Jian Shou Tian, ​​you must have exchanged Xia Wu for Leng Bie Fu." "Everything is in accordance with Yan Gexing's instructions." Hearing this, Leng Bie Fu reacted: " Xia Wu? The most important thing in Yan Ge Xing! He, he exchanged me?"

Tired Shoutian handed Qingdeng Guzhao and the Hu Jia to him: "He also explained that this is for you. I think Yan Gexing's greatest hope is your safety." Leng Biefu His hands trembled slightly, and the sword and Hu Jia in his hands weighed as much as a thousand catties, "Thank you." The figure going away was moon-white and lonely.

Is this the price of entering the rivers and lakes?Losing friends one after another, and now, even losing Yan Gexing, is this his destiny of cultivating the Tao without constant love?Pain, hard work, heart-piercing, people, but no words.