[Thunderbolt] Drunken Song Fu

Leng Biefu can listen to the sound of the sword and understand the meaning of the sword. Although he is not good at fighting for strength and is not very interested in the strange moves of famous soldiers, he is actually a person who understands the sword very well.Yan Ge walked but saw Xia Wu clanking in his hands, his eyes were complicated, and the dusty past came to his heart.

Sometimes, when the jar of wine is opened, the first taste that comes out is not mellow, but bitter, even bitter.

Leng Biefu was puzzled: "How do you know that there is a sword hidden at the bottom of the cliff? Could it be that this sword was left by you? You clearly said before that you don't understand swords, but judging by your words and deeds, you are clearly a person who understands swords." Yan Ge No answer, just said: "This is what you need now, and it can be regarded as my return to you."

Leng Biefu stubbornly refused to accept: "I may not accept what you return, unless you explain the origin of this sword." The sword can accompany you on your future journey, so twitchy, is it really a fairy?"

Leng Biefu ignored his joke: "If you refuse to tell, then I will throw this sword back to the bottom of the cliff. If you don't understand the past of the sword, you can't be concentric with the sword." It's called Xiawu." "Xiawu? What a special sword name."

"What kind of past does it have? Did the previous owner of this sword experience anything?" "Do you really want to know?" "If you tell me, I will listen." "What if I don't?" It's your choice."

"The chivalrous man is hidden in the mist. It was in the Western Wulin a long time ago. It has another name, also known as the Sword of Lawlessness, the sword that ends evil." He returned with his hands behind his back: "Let's go, go back to Sunset Sand City first." Xing didn't finish talking about the origin of the sword, and walked back quietly. From his back in the foggy night, Leng Biefu seemed to hear the sword's mournful cry.

Back in Sunset Sand City, Yan Gexing didn't drink for the first time, he quietly looked at the high-hanging Leng Yue in a trance, and Leng Biefu didn't want to rush.He sat silently not far away, looking at the sword in his hand. Will this sword be his future companion?

At this time, neither he nor Yan Gexing thought that Xiawu's final destination was not him. In the end, Leng Biefu's future path was another sword called Qingdeng Guzhao, a heavy weight , A sword with infinite nostalgia.

As the moon set and the sun rose, Yan Gexing finally moved. He turned around and said with a smile, "You can really sit still." Sighing lightly, she is willing to tear open the scabbed wound, even if that scar is unforgettable forever.

That day, when Yan Gexing opened the jar of wine that was hidden deep inside, he realized that inside the jar of wine lay a sword, a sword full of sadness.

"Yan Gexing, is Xiawu yours?" "No, it belongs to someone who died in the past." "What kind of past can kill a person? Especially, it is a sword that ends evil? ""Those who end their sins with the sword, sometimes their own sins cannot be ended."

"The master of Xiawu and his best friend discovered a conspiracy hidden in the martial arts world. They agreed to break through the sin lair in one fell swoop, but because the master of the sword missed the appointment, he ruined his best friend's life." He said these words At that time, Leng Biefu had an expression he had never seen before, and his blue eyes were full of sadness.

"At that time, the owner of the sword, his son was sick and had a fever. He and his wife were anxious to take care of him, and accidentally missed the appointment. When he realized that he had missed the time and rushed there despite his wife's strong opposition, he found that the ground was full of people. The dead body of the evil party."

"Although he killed the last surviving villain, his best friend also died of blood. Before he died, his best friend asked him why he missed the appointment, but he died without an explanation. When he returned home, he waited for his death It is the son who died of illness, and the wife who hanged herself in grief."

"Overnight, he lost all the people around him, and only this sword was left, which reminded him of his irreparable mistakes. From then on, he dared not look at the sword, nor did he dare to recall this period of his life." Leng Biefu asked softly: "Then, where is he now?" Yan Ge didn't answer, just said that he wanted to drink and turned around and left.

A few words, but he was startled when he heard the words. Leng Biefu was astonished and saw Yan Gexing's clenched hands. Words can be comforting.No wonder he is so addicted to alcohol, no wonder he is drunk day and night, it turns out that behind the truth is such a heavy heart.

Leng Biefu didn't know how many jars of wine he had to drink to have the courage to open up the past, but he knew that looking back on his life when he was sober was the most cruel.Xia Wu's sword tassel fluttered with the wind, Leng Biefu reached out to caress it, and seemed to hear the sword's mournful sob again, fluttering in the wind, and scattered with the wind, "I will never let him experience pain again, I promise you. "

Like a promise, like an agreement, Xiawu seems to understand human nature, and the time flows in an instant, and in an instant, the sword recognizes the master, and the sword is of the same heart.Leng Bie Fu's negative sword, and caught up with Yan Gexing: "Yan Gexing, I will accompany you as much as you want to drink today." Yan Gexing turned his eyes: "Your drinking capacity, are you sure?" "Tea instead of wine , I will drag you back."

That day, Yan Gexing was really drunk, because his eyes were finally filled with the pain and clarity that he could no longer suppress. He drank a lot of wine, but it was the bitter wine in his heart that made him really drunk past. "I don't dare to forget, and I dare not think about it. Leng Biefu, I lost everything that day, do you know? I'd rather be the one who died!"

Leng Bie Fu didn't answer, and Ren Yange, who was half-supporting and half-embracing, leaned on him, listening to the nonsense of the man who had drunk for several years before he got really drunk: "He asked me why I missed the appointment, but he didn't hear my answer, I don't I know if he hates me, he should hate me."

"When I married my wife, I promised her father would take good care of her. I broke my promise. I didn't do it. She hates me too, hates me for leaving when I need it most, hates why I left at that time They left. Leng Biefu, you said, what should I do? What should I do to restore and make up for it? "

"I don't know, if it were me, I don't know what to do is the most correct. They are right, and you are right, it's just God's will."