Sword Intent Lingqiu

"Someone is coming, and I should go too." Mr. Bailu finally looked at the ancient long sword on the ground, "What is the way forward, you can choose for yourself." Then he spread his wings and flew away, turning into a long-overdue sword. The small black shadow in the eyes of the imperial capital and his group, accompanied by a mournful bird song, echoed for a long time among the ruined walls of Weilanju.

In the eerie silence, the people in the imperial capital who came to Yujian saw the tragic scene below.His eyes were full of bloodstains, either dull or bright red, and corpses and limbs were lying everywhere, with almost no place to stay.The bloody smell that hits the face makes people breathless.

With just one glance, Yun Wutian's eyes turned red.If it wasn't for the silent man beside her reaching out to support her, she would almost be unable to stand.This familiar Weilanju, which is no longer familiar, houses, tiles, plants and trees, blurred into one piece in the hazy tears, and finally the eyes were full of dazzling scarlet.

"Qianxun... Susu..." Senior Sister Yun Wutian, who was usually heartless, was already crying.At a glance, the faces of the familiar junior sisters are no longer the laughing and slapstick faces of the memory, but bloodstained, tired and painful, lying silently on the ground, almost unrecognizable.

Therefore, the abrupt open space on the stone steps is particularly eye-catching.

In the middle of the clearing, the motionless girl had a peaceful face, even with an unreadable smile, as if she had just fallen asleep peacefully, blending into the quiet world—only the big blood on the clothes, the piercing man Can't help but look away.

"Xing'er..."

Yun Wutian sat on the side powerlessly, probing again and again, unwilling to let go of Luo Xing'er's cold wrist that had long since lost its pulse.

On the other hand, Yun Ditian stood quietly behind the softly weeping girl, without saying a word, his face sank like water, and he couldn't see any expression, but the corners of his tightly pursed mouth revealed the restlessness in his heart.Just when he moved his eyes away from the center of the open space, a familiar golden color came into view.

Yun Ditian took a few steps down the steps, bent down and picked up the thing in the grass.This solitary weapon of a Shaolin disciple looks rather abrupt in this Yunmeng realm.The blood-stained golden rings shook and collided with each other, making a dull and ominous sound.

"This is..." Pepper felt that this thing was quite familiar, but couldn't remember who owned it for a while.

"Xiao Nan's Meditation Staff!" Yun Wutian exclaimed as he raised his head.

"Yeah, Nanming is here too..." Yun Ditian's complexion became more and more serious, and he began to look at the piles of scattered corpses around him. His eyes were quite heavy, and he didn't know whether he wanted to find Nanming or didn't want to find him here. figure.

The blue long sword came into sight like this.

This sword is so ordinary, the light is dim, and the cyan blade is almost unrecognizable in the grass.But the moment Yun Ditian caught a glimpse of it, he felt a shock in his heart: the spotless long sword amidst the blood stains everywhere seemed to be trembling slightly, and the buzzing sound seemed to carry great sadness, but it was actually No matter what, people can't take their eyes off.He stared at the sword tightly, and if his eyes were solid, he had almost peeled it off inch by inch.

Suddenly a voice came out of Yunditian's mind, the voice became louder and louder, making it impossible to think about anything else, but he kept urging himself to pick up the long sword—as if hit Destined, he and this sword should have this encounter.

So somewhere, this expressionless man had a premonition.As he approached, this premonition became stronger.So when he bent down and reached out to touch the long sword, Yun Ditian was convinced that as long as he picked up this sword, he would be able to unlock a certain great secret, and his world might be turned upside down because of it.

"Om-"

The sound of the sword resounding through the sky made everyone turn their heads in shock, but they could only see a vague figure.The golden and cyan halo exploded from the sword body, spreading all the way to the man standing with the sword.As a result, one person and one sword seemed to have entered a certain mysterious situation. Even ten steps away, the two of them could vaguely feel the various emotions circulating in the halo, like a scene of great sorrow, joy, anger, and sorrow. old dream.

Everyone was immersed in a certain emotion blankly, forgetting the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the sword's cry was exhausted, the halo subsided, and everything was finally calm.Waking up from the big dream, as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Tian, ​​you..." Yun Wutian swallowed the word "crying" back into his mouth, almost unable to believe what he saw.Everyone in the imperial capital also thought that they must be blind.

This man, who has always been as sharp as a blade, stood on the spot, with tears in the corners of his eyes, but his face was unusually calm, even making people feel uneasy—the anger and puzzlement hidden under his serious face seemed to have really disappeared. There was an air of emptiness.

"So that's how it is..." Yun Ditian was silent for a while, clenched the hilt of his sword, and finally sighed: "Nanming Lihuo, Nanming Lihuo...it's hard for you..."

At this moment, Yun Ditian understood everything.

A dream for a hundred years, through what he holds in his hand, what he sees is the last dream of this sword, and it is also the great dream of life discarded by his friend Nanming brother for decades when he transformed the sword.Going through what I have experienced, remembering what I think, enjoying what I am happy, suffering what I am suffering, and feeling ups and downs, I can't help crying.In the end, with all kinds of reluctance and reluctance, he threw everything away and turned it into the Nanming Lihuo Sword, shining brightly and consummating his achievements-but this "consummation", for Brother Nanming, he couldn't escape even if he tried everything he could. The sad fate.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes without a trace, Yun Ditian sighed deeply again.Just as he was about to put the long sword into the sword box, the long sword buzzed again.After listening intently for a while, the man couldn't help but look at Luo Xing'er lying in the open space, and finally he could only sigh: "I understand."

It is clear that he has given up on love and has completed his merits and virtues, but his obsession is hard to get rid of.Today's Nanming Lihuo may no longer understand why he cared so much about the woman in the scene, and in the future he will always be a sword spirit who "plucks his hair and lays his body on his body, prepares for all kinds of troubles, and keeps his heart unmoved".Perhaps, this is Nanming Lihuo's last wish as a "human being".

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Together with everyone in the imperial capital, Luo Xing'er was buried happily. Hearing the buzzing Nanming Lihuo sword in the sword case, this always serious man still felt a little uneasy. He felt extremely suffocated in this bloody place. Couldn't help but walk a little further.

"Ga————" On the eaves of Zhishui Residence, where there were no traces of swords and soldiers, there were several abrupt birdsong.

Emperor Yun Tianxun looked at the prestige, and when he raised his head, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and he immediately concentrated his luck and became fully alert.

What Nanming Lihuo experienced, today's Yunditian has experienced it as if he had personally experienced it, and he recognized Mr. Bailu at a glance.It's just that unlike Nanming Lihuo, who is tortured by fate and unable to make choices everywhere, this man has more considerations in his heart, and he is more vigilant towards Mr. Bailu: if he really believes what Mr. Bailu said, this flower is within reach. Mu, Tanxiao Yanyan's good friends and brothers, the life of the previous decades, and even the whole world around them can be regarded as completely subverted, and everything that was originally bright in the memory seems to be blurred.

"About the world in this world, and the news about 'that one', Mr. Bailu really said the truth? How can I believe such absurd things based on your empty words?" Yun Ditian looked directly at the other party, coldly asked.

"No nonsense." Mr. Bailu tilted his head, his small black eyes were fixed on the front, as if it was the first time he had the opportunity to look at the man in front of him - the famous leader of the imperial capital and a martial arts genius. "If you don't believe me, just doubt it..."

The other party obviously had something to say, so Yun Ditian had no choice but to speculate secretly, but every time he went to something related to "that person", he would have a splitting headache, as if he had been hit hard, and his face was like golden paper for a while. This situation is really strange Very, absolutely understandable.

"That's it." Mr. Bailu nodded, "This is the power of that person. Although you can't directly interfere with this world, you can vaguely sense it, and you have imposed restrictions on your own identity, and strictly guard against it. As long as it is People in the world must be controlled by him." Mr. Bailu raised his head slightly, as if he was recalling something, "Why did the amazingly talented and beautiful person die so early? It is precisely because the one who can't tolerate the influence of the whole world' Man of Destiny', if Brother Yun hadn't shown his prominence in recent years, I'm afraid the assassination would never have been delayed until this year."

"So Liu Xiang—" before the words finished, Mr. Bailu felt a chill on his neck, and a few feathers fluttered down, but there was no blood, but the skin was grazed by the invisible sword energy, causing a slight sting.After being stunned for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, and without looking at the other person's expression, he continued to explain, "Brother Yun is also natural to be angry, but Liu Xiang was threatened by my subordinates, and it was my subordinates who killed and silenced him... It's just that the assassination of brother Yun is the intention of the superior, and the inferior is also involuntary."

Yun Ditian knew in his heart that regardless of what the other party said was true or false, the entanglement here would be fruitless, so he tried his best not to think about the tragedy in the underground stone room that day, suppressed the raging anger in his heart, and forced himself to calm down, "But Nanming Lihuo..."

"Yes, Nanming Lihuo is the only exception." At the mention of this point, Mr. Bailu's eyes lit up instantly, "There is a magic tool 'returning mirror', which can be used to investigate the experience of a person's life." The whereabouts of the Man of Destiny, but unintentionally, let me discover Nanming Lihuo's life experience, and he is the god of Bodhidharma's crossing the river." Mr. Bailu couldn't help sighing, "And he himself was still ignorant at the time. .”

"Since it is not something in this world, it is natural that it will not be controlled by that person. And brother Yun's martial arts has reached the peak, and he can even compete with that person." It seems that when it comes to tension, Mr. Bailu Subconsciously lowered his voice

——"Nanming Lihuo Sword is the soldier of destiny, and brother Yun, you are the man of destiny. Only when the two join hands and break the boundary in one fell swoop!"