Sword Intent Lingqiu

The long sword pierced through the soft body on the seat, and was finally stopped by the hard back of the chair. There was a muffled sound of "dong", and the blade of the sword plunged into the wood. The body of "Mr. Orchid" was taken by the sword. He rushed back, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.The front chest rose and fell violently, and each rise and fall would bring out a stream of blood from the rolling wound, but the person on the chair seemed unconscious.The long sword pierced through the heart, the thin blood-stained lips were pursed, and then raised slightly, the remaining half of the face under the black hole turned to the person in front of him, clearly showing a happy smile

... This situation is really indescribably weird.

It was clearly a certain death situation, but I don't know if it was his own illusion, Yun Ditian always felt that the aura of the body hanging on the sword changed, as if he was a completely different person, as if he still had something to say to himself.The air flow passed through the throat and made a "ho ho" sound, which vaguely seemed to be the word "thank you"?Before Yun Ditian had time to confirm, he saw that the person on the chair froze, as if his soul had been taken away in an instant, and suddenly he hung limply on the sword.A moment later, the body exploded, and the ashes were wiped out, leaving only a long sword alone on the back of the chair.

The swaying tornado also seemed to be stunned, a large twisted black mass froze in the air for a moment, then suddenly screamed, it turned into countless small clouds and scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling to escape in all directions.However, no matter which direction it flies in, it is like dripping ink into a pool, turning into strands and strands, melting in the transparent air, and finally, even the strands are gone.

Another sword cry was heard, and the cyan long sword flew up by itself, hovering over Lanting Muchun and trembling slightly, every time it trembled, a golden light rippled like water waves, passing over the unconscious Anxiang disciples all over the ground.Wherever the golden light went, hair-thin black air rushed out of everyone's chest in a panic—but once it left the host, this ghost thing could only disappear into the air quickly.

As far as the naked eye could see, Anxiang's sky was still as dark as ever.But when you close your eyes and concentrate, the scene you see is quite different.The distorted clouds no longer gathered here, and gradually calmed down. Like the tornado, it started from the periphery and disappeared into nothingness.

The golden light from the Nanming Lihuo Sword intertwined with the sunlight from the horizon. From this point in front of you, it was like a single spark that burned up all the dark colors in the sky. In the late spring of Lanting, we have crossed the boundary of Anxiang Land, the broken walls and ruins of Yunmeng, the bells of ancient temples in Shaolin, the sunset of Wudang’s golden summit, the snow-covered Cangshan Mountain in Huashan, the ten miles of fragrant flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the tourists in Jinling. As far as the eye can see, the sea burns to the end of the whole world.

The gray feeling before was gone, and the whole sky was like a bronze mirror that had just been scrubbed, clear and transparent, which immediately made people feel relieved.

——And at this moment, there is definitely more than one person who feels this way.

Whether it is Yunmeng, Shaolin, Anxiang, Wudang or Huashan, Jiangnan or Jinling, whether it is people in the rivers and lakes or ordinary people, they are all in a trance at the same moment.The scholar who was wielding a pen suddenly stopped the pen in his hand, the disciple who practiced martial arts suddenly stopped the sword, the peddler who shouted along the street suddenly fell silent, and even the children who were chasing and fighting suddenly stopped in their footsteps.When he came back to his senses, after thinking for a while to no avail, he could only smile and shook his head—as if he had let go of a heavy mind, his heart became much more relaxed, and even his gestures seemed a little lighter.

The sky was so hot that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

However, only one person can see such a magnificent scene.

Yun Ditian looked away from the distant sky, as if he was still immersed in the shocking scene just now, stood for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

With a sound of "ding", the cyan long sword in the air seemed to have completed his mission, and fell to the ground exhaustedly, colliding with bricks and stones, making a crisp sound, and then there was no more movement.Even the light flowing faintly on the ancient sword was dimmed, and now it looked like an ordinary long sword that could be seen everywhere.

Looking back at Anxiang's endgame, the tall man shook his head, bent down and picked up the Nanming Lihuo sword on the ground, raised his breath, and walked away with the sword.

……

one year later.

Unknowingly, a whole year has passed since Yunmeng's massacre, the world has long since returned to its former calm, and I don't know how many people still remember that bloody day a year ago.

The upheaval was settled in silence, and no one in Jianghu even knew what happened to Anxiang that day.Even most of Anxiang's disciples felt like falling into a dream, not knowing why.

Although relatives and friends are still grieving, the vast number of sentient beings have already put this matter behind them.Maybe someone will mention this matter after dinner, sigh "It's a pity", then put down the wine bowl, and happily start to inquire about the new pictorial of the beautiful boy.

……

In Yunmeng Taoyuanjin, a small tomb stands safely under a peach tree.

Things are, people are not.The tree of righteousness is now as graceful as a cover, but the people who were sworn brothers back then have already gone to the end of the world.Only two people, never, never leave here.

"It's been a whole year, I've come to see you." Qing Qing held a pot of peach blossom wine in her hand and poured two cups. "Sister Xing'er, you said at the beginning that life is but a haste, and it is only a handful of loess when you go, and you will be forgotten sooner or later. Why bother to engrave and erect a monument to attract attention." Another cup was poured on the grave, "Now that I think about it, I should have called you a crow's mouth, and told you to shut up earlier."

Right next to this small soil bag, half-buried an ordinary-looking cyan long sword.After a year of wind and rain, there is still no trace of rust, which shows that this sword is not extraordinary.

The purple-clothed girl seemed a little drunk, and she stared at the hilt viciously, "Senior Brother Nanming did the same, he disappeared without saying a word, and now he can only bury the sword here stupidly... Tsk. "Qingqing muttered, muttered, couldn't help but wiped her face with her sleeve, and finally felt that she could see what was in front of her eyes clearly, "Forget it, let me have a drink too..."

With just one sentence like this, the wine in the jug quickly bottomed out.The girl in purple still stopped for a long time, and finally sighed: "Two idiots..." Then she dropped the cup and turned her head, pretending to be chic and waving behind her, "I'm going to travel, I won't be back for a while Lah, take care!"

"Hey wait--Qingqing! Are you leaving?" Yun Wutian also came to visit the grave with a pot of peach blossom wine, and saw Qingqing's leaving back from a distance, and hurriedly chased after him, just happened to hear the last words One sentence: "Yunyou? Don't return to the dark fragrance?"

"Yeah, after waking up that day, you told me so many things... The head of the sect suddenly disappeared, and the sect was in chaos. If there were so many things to arrange and I couldn't leave, I should have left Anxiang Yunyou a year ago "The girl in purple turned around and leaned lazily under the tree, the sharp dagger gleaming with cold light was twirling deftly between her fingers, which really made the onlookers sweat, but for her, it couldn't be easier. Action, "The weapon is still a familiar weapon, but it doesn't have the feeling of getting cold when I pick up the dagger. It can be seen that disciple Anxiang was really controlled by him before... Tsk, it was written as that guy It's on point."

"Shucheng...so are you going to Shaolin next?"

"Well...that idiot who just stayed in Shaolin reciting scriptures and didn't know anything..." For some reason, a smile appeared on Qingqing's gloomy face, "Now that I have left Anxiang and have no income, how about Let's go to Shaolin to eat his meal...Moreover, it's been a year, and the news from Brother Nanming will always be brought to him..."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

"Xing'er—"

"Sister Xing'er—"

The two looked at each other, and at the same time glanced at the small grave under the peach tree, and saw similar melancholy in each other's eyes.

After a moment of silence, Qingqing spoke first: "Who would have thought that the last time we had a farewell to God, it would be the last time...Weilanju was beaten so badly that day, and I don't know if Sister Xing'er, a slow-witted bastard, will finally be able to see her?" I understand Senior Brother Nanming's intentions..."

"Maybe only the two of them know... When we arrived—" At this point, Wei Lanju, which was covered in blood, suddenly reappeared in front of his eyes, as if he could still smell the suffocating smell of blood. "It's too late for anything." Yun Wutian couldn't help raising his head slightly, not daring to blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye he would no longer be able to hold back the tears in his eyes, "Heh, I have really become Senior Sister Yunmeng now! ...It really is unpredictable."

……

Yun Ditian was still dressed in white, and was seven steps behind, quietly waiting for the two girls to finish their whispering.The sunshine in early summer was just right, the peach blossoms in Taoyuanjin had faded, and the green peaches were not yet ripe. He couldn't help squinting his eyes in the mottled sunlight under the forest, feeling a little dazed.

"Young master, this letter..." Pepper came from behind, holding an envelope and looking a bit hesitant.

Yun Ditian turned his head and caught a glimpse of the small egret mark on the lower left corner of the envelope.Immediately, his expression froze, and he took the letter and slowly opened it.

——"The world is peaceful, the rivers and lakes are gone."

Yun Ditian pondered for a long time on this thin piece of paper, and let out an almost inaudible breath.Putting away the letter paper in his hand, he raised his head to look at the small silent tomb, and then turned his gaze to the farther place. Xinglinju and Weilanju, which had become lively again after the reconstruction, finally raised the corners of their mouths slightly.

As the breeze blew by, he suddenly felt that the weather was really good today.