[Comprehensive Hong Kong Film] Infinity

Show off at the police station.

On a clear afternoon, with a faint scent of grass floating in the air, two men in suits and leather shoes, each holding a bouquet of flowers, walked slowly towards a cold tombstone. It faded away, replaced by maturity and stability, and the light wind and frost that covered the face inadvertently over the years.

When he saw the face in the photo that lingered in his dream day and night, Azu felt that his heart was still so painful, so painful.

Gently sending the flowers to her, leaning against her, he sat down gently, and put a shallow kiss on her cheek, when the cold touch was transmitted to the brain, his eyes were moist, but, He won't shed tears in front of her, because now he is good enough!

Liu Tian sat on the ground like Azu, quietly spending the afternoon with Youyou. The two men who are now both upstarts in the business world, in front of her, recalled the time of the year together like children, recalling those days when she had day.

In the distance, in the vast sky, the setting sun is getting farther and farther away, and the orange afterglow is sprinkled all over the place. Azu suddenly looked at Liu Tian, ​​and smiled gratefully, "If it wasn't for your lie back then, I really wouldn't be able to survive... Thank you you!"

Liu Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then his eyes fell on Youyou's face flushed by the setting sun, with a relieved smile in his eyes, he said, "I did that for Youyou, because I know that if she is here, It will be exactly what I said."

"I believe." Azu stared at Youyou's smiling face, tears finally couldn't hold back.

The author has something to say: [New Police Story] is over, so sad, but this should be considered a HE, at least Azu still believes in love in his heart, even if it is the illusion he gave himself

I won't say anything... because, I suddenly feel that I am so cruel...

66 [Seven Swords] One

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of ​​clouds", the Tianshan Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and the snow peaks soar into the clouds. In this endless silver-white world, there is a lonely and quiet millennium, solemn and mysterious.

Under this boundless tranquility, He Yuan wakes up in this strange world. She is lying on a snow peak under the moonlit night, covered with a thick woolen blanket, which is thick and warm. A young man is also lying beside her. But they have not yet woken up. A raging bonfire is lit next to them, which is the only light and warmth in the dark night.

The night was terrifyingly quiet, yet also shockingly beautiful. Lying under the night sky above the white snow, He Yuan felt that she was so close to the sky for the first time, as if the beautiful crescent moon was within reach. Looking at the moonlight quietly without distracting thoughts, listening to the crackling of the bonfire, at this moment, she doesn't want to think about her life experience, she doesn't want to think about the past, she just wants to be so quiet and meaningful.

At this time, a weak middle-aged man's voice came from not far from her: "This time, I'm here to ask for help. The ban on martial arts has been issued at the foot of the mountain. All martial arts practitioners will have a hard time. They are the army. There are so many people, killing people and cutting grass and roots, big and small, no one is spared, this is no longer a dispute between martial arts sects, it is a disaster."

Then, a distant and vicissitudes of life sounded, on top of this ethereal snow-capped mountain, it was like a Sanskrit voice from outside the sky: "In the blink of an eye, life is a hundred years, and those who use the sword die with the sword, cause and effect, old master." After a sigh, the old man's voice The voice sounded again, "It was you who pulled them out of the dust net, and now you put them back again, the consequences are in God's will!"

The weak voice was hesitant, "Yang Yuncong, I know your past, maybe you shouldn't go down the mountain this time."

The old man continued, "Yang Yuncong—"

Yang Yuncong interrupted Master, "Master, I know."

The old man sighed again, and said slowly: "Since you know, if you really go down the mountain this time, will you keep your promise?"

Yang Yuncong's indifferent voice was full of forbearable hatred, his voice was like moonlight in a snowy night, extremely cold: "I didn't want to ask about the past, but now you ask me to go down the mountain, master, it's hard to say." After speaking, he got up and left.

After Yang Yuncong left, He Yuan sat up quietly, and she saw directly in front of her, an old man with fluttering white hair sitting on a big rock, surrounded by two young men, and a wounded middle-aged man Young men lay on the snow, their calm but serious faces reflected by the firelight.

She didn't know what kind of world this was, but she suddenly remembered that many years ago, a woman named Ru Hua once told her that she suffered from the seven lifetimes of reincarnation. If so, this life happens to be the seventh world.

At this time, the young man Han Zhibang next to her suddenly got up from the ground, and shouted angrily at the back of Yang Yuncong who had not disappeared: "If you don't save me, I won't save you. We won't beg you. It's better to die standing than kneeling." Death is comfortable!" After finishing speaking, he pulled He Yuan up from the ground involuntarily with anger on his face, and shouted, "Xiao Wu, let's go, don't ask them, we will go back to live and die with Wuzhuang now!"

He Yuan was dragged by Han Zhibang and staggered down the mountain. The altitude sickness made her out of breath after walking a few steps. Han Zhibang held her shoulders tightly, and the two supported each other down the mountain.

This sudden plot made He Yuan's brain blank again, and now, there is only one thought lingering in her heart - this life is over, and she will be truly liberated.

With this thought, she felt that her soul was illusory in her body, and she couldn't hold it firmly. Maybe she didn't want to struggle anymore. In the haze, she lost consciousness again.

"Xiao Wu, wake up, wake up." Han Zhibang shook He Yuan, who had fainted in his arms, and complained worriedly and angrily, "It's all your fault for insisting on saving Fu Qingzhu. It would have been impossible to send him out of Wuzhuang. Forget it, I still listened to him and sent him to Tianshan Mountain, it’s a good thing now, the rescuers haven’t moved here, we’re going to freeze to death here.” Although he was cursing, he still took the sheepskin felt off his body Put it on He Yuan's body, then carry her on his back and walk down the mountain.

After several days of driving overnight, they encountered wind and snow after arriving at Tianshan Mountain. They were already exhausted and weak, and now Han Zhibang wanted to leave Tianshan overnight. Halfway up the mountain, a purple-red morning sun had already appeared in the sky.

Against the backdrop of the sky full of snow, the few wisps of purple morning glow seemed to wrap around the snowy peak that entered the clouds, like a dream, like a fairyland, Han Zhibang was not in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful sunrise, he just wanted to hurry up as soon as possible Hurry back to Wuzhuang to save Yu Fang.

The Qing soldiers had just entered the pass, in order to eliminate the anti-Qing and Fuming elements, so they issued a ban on martial arts, which put all martial arts practitioners in the world at risk. They make a living by collecting money from the imperial court for strangling the remnants of the Heaven and Earth Society and those who practice martial arts. Wherever they go, no matter adults or children, they will kill them all. In their eyes, the head is money.

Fu Qingzhu saw the turbulent army Tuzhuang with his own eyes, so he went to Wuzhuang to report the news before they went to their next destination, Wuzhuang, but they were questioned by the head of Wuzhuang.It turned out that Fu Qingzhu was a member of the Criminal Department of the former dynasty. He committed many murders when he was an official. He had his enemies in the Zhuangzi, so they believed that he was spreading false news and came to harm others again, so the head of the family had him hanged. Stable, wait until the matter is cleared up.

Wu Yuanying couldn't bear to see Fu Qingzhu was seriously injured and hanged in the stable, and she believed that he was not lying. For the sake of hundreds of lives in Wuzhuang, she begged Han Zhibang and his lover Liu Yufang, who grew up with her, for help. Together with her, rescue Fu Qingzhu.

Han Zhibang was in charge of guarding the stables, and he didn't want to release Fu Qingzhu privately, but under Liu Yufang's persuasion, he finally agreed to release Fu Qingzhu, and sent him to Tianshan with Wu Yuanying.He knew that Yu Fang must be taking the blame for them in Wuzhuang at this time. Although Yu Fang's father is in charge of the family, he has always been just and strict. Even if it is his own daughter, I am afraid he will not be merciful.

Thinking of this, Han Zhibang just wanted to grow his wings and fly out of Tianshan Mountain, and fly back to Yu Fang's side to protect her.

However, at this moment, he was blocked by someone.

"Sword!" A distant voice came from above his head.

Han Zhibang looked up at Master Huiming who was sitting on a rock above his head, and then glanced at the sword stuck in the crevice of the rock behind him, hesitant for a moment, and then put the crane on his body on the snow , and then walked towards the sharp sword that seemed to grow out of a crack in the stone.

He Yuan woke up at this moment, she stood up leaning against the snow wall, and watched Han Zhibang pull out the sword from the crack of the stone with all his brute strength, and his whole body followed the movement of his body. The force and the sword fell heavily to the ground. Han Zhibang got up from the ground holding the sword, looking at the sharp sword in his hand, as if the potential power in his body was stimulated, he swung the sword and made a few rounds. The sword was played with a bitter wind, and a sword air that was more compelling than the cold air of the snow mountain immediately echoed around.

Master Huiming looked at them with peaceful eyes, "This is the sword. It is the first sword I forged after entering the mountain. It can open up mountains and open rocks, and make me stand up again, so it is called Sheshen!"

"Wu Yuanying."

After He Yuan realized that the old man was calling him, he raised his head and looked up at him. At this time, the sun was shining on his silver hair and beard. From He Yuan's perspective, he was like a celestial being.

I saw that he still had a sword in his hand, the body of the sword was slender, and the silver light on the edge of the sword was faintly visible. When he flicked the blade with a finger, an ethereal metal sound was heard endlessly.