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Chi Heng jokingly said: "Ji Xian, did you realize that he woke up a long time ago? Shocked cold is simple, and a few red water chestnuts make it out of words." Simple, naive, delicate and charming.

Shi Wei tensed his face: "Who said that?"

Chi Heng pinched his face, and smiled: "Just kidding! I know you feel sorry for Jinghan and specially made him a special product from the state, ha, it's so boring to get hooked once you cheat."

Shi Wei slapped Chi Heng's hand away with a snap.

Chi Heng hugged Shi Wei tightly and kissed Shi Wei, peeling off Shi Wei's clothes while kissing.

Just when the two were about to twist into a twist, they suddenly heard a joyful call from outside the door: "General Shi."

The two were caught off guard.

Xiang Yang's smile froze when he barged in ecstatically, Chi Heng let go, Shi Wei hurriedly straightened his clothes and sat upright, blushing.

This kid didn't come early or late, just looked at it and still stood there in a daze, he was too ignorant of current affairs, Chi Heng said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Xiang Yang recovered his soul for a long time, walked over with his head down, and said in a low voice, "General Shi, report to the letter."

Xiang Yang was originally under Yan Jian's command, why did he suddenly return to Zhao Jin?

Shi Wei didn't ask carefully, he took the letter and said, "Let's go down first."

Xiang Yang left as if lost his soul, walked very slowly, and stopped suddenly at the door, Chi Heng felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Xiang Yang turned around, walked back as if determined, with firm eyes, came to Shi Wei, took out a jade-like object from his sleeve, and said in a tragic tone: "General Shi, this is the blood of the last general's hometown." Tofu, worn all year round, can heal the pain left by arrow wounds."

Shi Wei took it.

Xiang Yang finally left.

Chi Heng breathed a sigh of relief, snatched the blood tofu from Shi Wei's hand, looked at it carefully, and clicked his tongue twice: "It's really made of tofu." It's made of tofu. Moist and long-lasting, this kind of thing is absolutely rare.

Shi Wei wants to take it back.

Chi Heng raised his eyebrows all of a sudden: "You are all mine, how can you accept other people's tokens?"

Shi Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

Chi Heng was really jealous, he put the blood tofu on a high place, seeing his appearance, Shi Wei stopped arguing.Chi Heng hugged him again, but he didn't make any money anymore, he was very obedient.

Chi Heng said: "...Forget it, my lord has a lot, and my Ji Xian is so outstanding, it's no wonder that there are not three or five hundred admirers! Haha, come, tell me about your affairs in Leizhou!"

Shi Wei thought hard: "Laizhou... In Leizhou, it's quite boring, just garrison, fight, fight, and lead the army."

"There's always something else, right?"

Shi Wei thought for a while and said: "In the eighth year of Wen'an, the old Duan Ninghou wanted to establish an heir, but he didn't care about his son and concubine, so he didn't know which of the two children would have a better fortune, so he invited a fortune teller to do the fortune telling. Let me tell you first: Ten years later, there will be a big battle in Leizhou, and the Luo family will inevitably change hands."

God's fortune!

"Do you know that the most trustworthy people are actually members of the Luo family. Leizhou is isolated, and if you don't expand the territory, you will die. After Duanninghou succeeded to the throne, he has been worried. He has no intention of expanding the territory. As subordinates, we did not persuade him. Use, so, in the ninth year, you led Yan Wang's army to attack, but we all let go of our hearts and fought for the last battle - this feeling is very tragic, like fate, we are just walking towards our destiny." Shi Wei suddenly Laughed, "Generally the Lord will say, fight to the death, but do you know what Duanning Hou said to me? He said, if the city is destroyed, the fortified state is destroyed, let me choose a good tree to live in, and don't die with the fish and the net. Because the city is dead, people are alive, people live for a lifetime, if they cannot be changed, they must adapt, he does not want us to stick to the city and die."

Chi Heng thought, this is Luo Jinghan's character.

"Duanninghou is definitely not a qualified lord of a state. It can be said that the demise of Leizhou has a lot to do with his indecision. But he is a trustworthy friend and relative. He does not regard soldiers as ants, but human beings. He hoped that we would all live well. This is why we all surrendered as soon as he persuaded us to surrender. Fortunately, Marquis Duanning is good at governing the world, and he is suitable for a peaceful and prosperous world." Shi Wei smiled and approved.

Chi Heng put his arms in confinement: "Ah, every time I say good things about being shocked... Ten years later, when you saw me, did you have a longing for the moonlight and wind that descended from heaven?"

Shi Wei couldn't help laughing: "You are the enemy who wants to destroy Leizhou!"

Chi Heng was dissatisfied: "Haha, I was only 17 years old at that time, and you were 23 years old! Well, we met at the best time! I still remember the moment when you beat the drum, and no one else It can instantly boost morale like that, um! Tell me, what was the first time you saw me?"

Shi Wei smiled for a while: "Before that, you fell into my trap twice, but because of the distance, I didn't see your appearance clearly. In the last Yunlu Valley, we confronted each other head-on, and you were very brave, very brave , but it’s not you that impresses me the most.”

"That's..." Chi Heng stopped suddenly.

Shi Wei smiled faintly: "At that time, you and I were in a close battle in the valley. Suddenly, an arrow shot over and hit me in the heart - the moment I hit the arrow, I saw the archer , It’s amazing, I guessed at first glance that he was Yan Luan.”

Chi Heng was silent.

Shi Wei was also silent, he twirled the chrysanthemum with his fingers, and with a twirl, a petal fell into his hand.

Chi Heng hugged his body tightly.

It's tight, but I want to be tighter.

Shi Wei tilted his head, his eyes were far away, and he rarely showed psychedelic eyes: "I often remember some insignificant things. When I was six years old, I ran a dragon boat on the Dragon Boat Festival and was separated from my father. I played in the same place and waited for him. Come to me. There are many children playing on the shore, and I imitate them to shoot mud. Maybe because I dress too well, those children are far away from me. Playing, I will soon forget the lost The thing is, other people play with the wall, I also play with the wall, suddenly, a child about my age rushed over, trampled my wall down with three legs and two legs. I was shocked, I didn't understand what happened, he suddenly Stretched out his hand, pushed me into the river in one fell swoop, and ran away."

Chi Heng asked in a low voice: "And then?"

Got into a fight?What happened later?

Shi Wei smiled faintly: "I swam up angrily to seek revenge on that child, but my father came over, angrily, and beat me up because he thought I ran indiscriminately, dragged him over, and then beat me up. This matter was over. Later, I ran I went to the river to look for it several times, but I didn’t meet the child. At first it was for revenge, but later I just wanted to find out the reason.”

Reunion after many years?

Or is there some other twists and turns in the past?And why did Shi Wei bring it up now?

Shi Wei said: "I have never forgotten this incident, and I still don't understand why he pushed me into the river. Is it because I am dressed too well? Is it jealous? See how well my mud walls are piled up?... Oh, don't worry Well, Yan Luan wasn't the kid who pushed me into the water, he was still playing in the mud or practicing arrows in the capital at that time."

Chi Heng felt relieved, and asked in confusion, "What happened next?"

"No later!"

"what?"

"I really never saw that child again, and I don't know the reason anymore - I still regret it now. The thing stopped so abruptly. Later, when I thought of that incident, I had a feeling: Some people appear in your life , just to give you a knife, and then disappear without a trace. Whether it is pain, sadness, resentment, resentment, or ignorance, he just did it, and he didn’t give you any retaliation If you don’t have the opportunity to hit, run away. If you don’t remember it, you’re nothing; if you remember it, it’s like a needle, and there’s nothing you can do if you can’t sleep or eat!”

Chi Heng pinched the tip of his nose: "Ji Xian, are you afraid that I will run away suddenly?"

Shi Wei shook his head, slowly untied his clothes, there was a scar on his chest, the past was vivid in his memory.Chi Heng remembered that after Shi Wei was captured, his wounds festered and he almost died.The veins of the scar are very clear, and the skin color is lighter than other places. Chi Heng touched it lightly, and felt the warm skin tremble slightly. The previous scene touched the bottom of my heart.

Shi Wei said: "The arrow hit my heart - that feeling, just like when I fell into the water, I was not panic, but confused, I don't know where the arrow came from, it was so accurate, It's so deep I can't even straighten my waist."

Chi Heng tied his clothes on and hugged him tightly.

Shi Wei seemed to have made up his mind and said: "It would be great if it really ran away like that child. I have been troubled for a long time, and I have asked several people, but no one thinks that I look like Yan Luan, Chi Heng ,what you think?"

"...You guys are nothing like that, I was drunk that day."

Five years ago, Chi Heng beat Shi Wei violently, calling Lang Jiang's name in a drunken dizziness.

How could Chi Heng forget?

Shi Wei hesitated for a moment: "You are indeed drunk, that's why I promised not to care about it. If you and I have always been in the relationship between the commander and the subordinate, then the incident will be over. But, now, you and I, if, There are other, more, I really mind. It's ridiculous, the time you and I were in the pool, what I was most worried about was not that I would die, but I was afraid that I would hear you calling his name at the end .”

Because the relationship is different, I will count things that I don't care about.

Shi Wei seldom confides the depression in his heart.

Shi Wei couldn't express exactly what was in his mind, he only knew that the thing stuck in his heart became more and more clear and entangled.Just like the incident of falling into the water, he wanted to get a clear answer to put an end to this matter, otherwise, it would be deeply rooted in his heart, and branches and branches of suspicion would grow.

He cares about a clear answer.

He is eager for an answer, which is more important than the result.

Shi Wei is unwilling to be involved in ambiguity, he is more willing to soberly accept unsatisfactory answers.

He can't develop naturally like Luo Jinghan, and he can't control the relationship calmly like Ji Ce, but he has his own principles: just like a war, you either lose or win, he can't stand in the middle of the two armies Unclear stalemate.

Chi Heng was silent.

Shi Wei's heart sank bit by bit.

He knew that Chi Heng was making a decision, and his meditation before each decision was very similar.

Shi Wei clenched his fingers subconsciously, Chi Heng's silence made the time pass so long.It was long, just like when he looked down at the arrow in his heart, and the length of blood left along the arrow.Finally the wound healed and the pain disappeared.

Who knows, it's not the end.

It was not just an arrow, not just a near-fatal wound, it was an unspeakable pain that lasted for a long time and could not be healed.Indescribable, indescribable.When did this pain start?One day, he saw the young Chi Heng flying off his horse and hugging Yan Luan with an almost fanatical expression and movements, with a smile on his face that had never been seen before.

At that time, the wound suddenly throbbed.

It lasted until nightfall, and there were bursts of dull pain that made him restless. It was not heart-piercing, but a dull pain that made people toss and turn. Pain?"

An Cuo shook his head: "The wound has completely healed."

This dull pain stopped after Yan Luan passed away and Chi Heng disappeared, and it healed itself without medicine.After spending a year of doing nothing, Chi Heng came back again, his youthful and childish face faded into a mature, calm and even slightly cold face.Chi Heng no longer mentioned Yan Luan, or even mentioned the past, Chi Heng buried all the past in his heart.Shi Wei's wound began to ache again, and at that moment he finally understood that the wound in front of his heart had already healed, but the wound in his heart slowly began to fester.

He thought, he would rather suffer ten times, a hundred times and a thousand times more arrow wounds.

Compared to this protracted pain.

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The author has something to say: half a chapter extra, about Yan Xing.

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【Fanwai·Yan Xing】

Another year when the ice cracks and the snow disappears, there is no cloud and no rain.

Yan Xing was six years old.Holding a boy's sword in his hand, he smashed the branches against the wind, and wiped away the first sprouts in the courtyard with a sword.

The sword energy is like frost, and the killing intent is clear.

Father Yan stroked his cheek: "It's time to pick a sword for you."

Yan Xing smiled.

Father Yan picked up the buds, and it was a little green and pitiful: "Yan Xing, sword leveling the world, but you can't bully the weak, even though it's just a little bud."

Yan Xing nodded in confusion.

In the blacksmith's shop, the fire was raging. The blacksmith had a wide mouth and red beard, and his hair was like hard iron, pounding on the pig iron with a hammer.

After half a quarter of an hour, I turned my head and saw Yan's father and son, and they immediately laughed, even hotter than that: "Mr. Yan is here, have you finally figured out how to fight with a sword?"

Father Yan shook his head, smiling like Chuyue: "March [-]th is Gouzi's sixth birthday, I gave him a good sword a while ago."

The blacksmith wiped off his sweat: "It's just in time, I got a piece of high-quality iron. Young Master Yan has aura in sword practice, and his gestures are better than yours. At that time, you still said that you only use my forged sword! "

Father Yan just smiled and said nothing.

The wind was blowing the vines, the flowers were in a mess, and it was hard to look forward to the time to fetch the sword, but Father Yan was caught in the cold, his face was as pale as snow, and he was out of breath even after taking a step.

Yan Xing ran to get the sword alone.

But it's too early, the sword is still short of the last level, quenching.

The blacksmith scorched the fire until it hurt his eyes, but he didn't put the sword into the fire to smelt it.

"Haishi is the best time, Young Master Yan, let's go back first, and I will send it to your house tomorrow." The blacksmith was careless, talking loudly and coughing loudly, but every time he talked to Yan and his son, they were very respectful. , Wen Zhou, and the words used are not like people in the market.

Yan Xing shook his head: "I can wait."

The blacksmith didn't say much, just stroked his head: "Don't be like your father, you only know how to practice swords, and you don't understand anything."

Yan Xing opened his eyes wide and said loudly, "My father knows everything."

The blacksmith teased him: "What can he do?"

Yan Xing glared at him. Of course his father knew everything. Everyone said that he chased the enemy for thousands of miles, killed his enemy Quanzhuang, and saved hundreds of people.Now father of Yan will be seriously ill every spring, which is the root cause of the disease caused by the accidental attack when he killed his enemy - that enemy is also a very capable person, otherwise he would not become a public enemy.Of course, Mother Yan was also one of the rescued at that time.

The blacksmith nodded: "Yes, he will save beauties from thousands of miles away."

Yan Xing imitated him, sitting on the haystack, staring at his sword. The untempered sword looked very sharp, brighter than electricity.

Next to the sword was a very clumsy knife.

Stupid.

"Whose is this knife?" Yan Xing asked curiously.

"It's the same piece of mang iron as your sword, so nothing wasted." The blacksmith clicked his tongue.

"But it's a knife!"

The blacksmith smiled: "Swords and swords, swords and swords belong to the same family."

But this sword looks so beautiful and majestic; this knife looks very dilapidated, as if it was dug out of the earth.

But the blacksmith said: "The truth is the same as people. Although you are from the same family, your father is very beautiful, like that sword; I am very dirty, like that knife. The heart is the same, but it is different when you see it in the eyes of others— —I also want to be a life-and-death knife that is generous, and can run rampant in the world with your father, the gentleman's sword."

Yan Xing didn't quite understand what happened later.

The blacksmith just talked about it vigorously: "Swords are as good as swords, and knives are as good as knives. Swords are born into the world, and swords are born into the world. People who are born out of the world can't stand a little dust, and they can rest assured if they have a little past. Stubborn. People in the world are vulgar and unbearably vulgar, but we can bear things, we have seen everything, and we can see it and forget it, so what is so vulgar in such a lifetime!"

Yan Xing looked at him with wide eyes.

The eyes are light blue.

The blacksmith scratched the bridge of his nose: "The eyes are so beautiful, you can't look at me like that. Back then, your father looked at me like this, and it knocked me down. Now he's not hardened."

Yan Xing blinked.

The blacksmith picked up the sword: "I've always wanted to make a peerless sword for your father, a unique one. Unfortunately, he didn't take the sword until he found the best iron."

The last sword, Yan's father threw his enemy into the river after killing his enemy with blood. From then on, there is no good sword in the world, Yan Jun.

"Will mine become a peerless sword?" Yan Xing asked crisply.

The blacksmith smiled: "It's not about me, it's about you."

"I?"

"All weapons are spiritual. Your heart is the heart of the sword. If you treat it well and take good care of it every day, it will help you become a peerless sword." The blacksmith smiled suddenly, his eyes shining , just for a moment, like the sharpest sword, the long sword brushes across, and the peace is like a lake.

"keep?"

"In addition to raising, but also guarding!"

"Yu?"

The blacksmith laughed again, and laughed loudly: "Yes, Yujian! You can't let it go, and you can't let the sword be domineering. You have to tell it, Xiangshan, Xiangxin, whatever the heart thinks, the sword will do."

Yan Xing stopped talking.

The blacksmith was still talking loudly to himself: "Control it with your heart! You have to control it, you have to make every sword flow smoothly, but you can definitely take it back! You can't let the sword lead you away, or it will run rampant Bashi, on the contrary, restrained you. In the end, you will be erased by it, and all human nature will become a sword demon, and you will no longer be you!"

Yan Xing's eyes widened again: "But, Dad said: You must not only follow your heart, but also follow your sword."

The blacksmith suddenly became angry, his eyes opened like red copper bells: "Your father lied, he never did what he wanted, and neither did his sword. If he did what he wanted, why would he regret it!"

Yan Xing pointed to his nose and said loudly: "You are the one who lied. Father never lied, and never regretted it."

Yes, even the father who said in his dream 'I will never regret, I will never regret what I have done' is definitely not the kind that the blacksmith said.

The blacksmith laughed again. He was really moody: "Those who say they don't regret it, regret it most in their hearts; those who say they want to forget it will remember it for a lifetime. Those who don't regret it won't say it, because they have forgotten it long ago."

That day, from the time of Chen, there were flying sands and rocks, and the day was as dark as the night.

When I went out, I couldn't even find my fingers.

The wind blew more and more strangely, and it was as terrifying as the roar of tigers and dragons when it was heard. It was dark until midnight, and eight red candles were replaced before the blacksmith got up and put the sword into the fire. Yan Xing stabbed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Here, drop a drop of blood!" the blacksmith said suddenly, his face darkened.

Unable to see the appearance of the sword, Yan Xing put his ring finger in his mouth and bit it hard, blood gushed out, more than a drop.But after all, it refers to the blood from the finger, how much can there be, it is thrown into the stove in a hurry and disappears suddenly.

Yan Xing was in a hurry, rolled up his sleeves, put his wrist in his mouth, and bit hard at the light blue blood.

I saw the blood gushing out from the pulse, as gorgeous as a red thread.

Regardless of the burning of the flame, he stretched his hand into the stove, and the blood went straight to the red sword as if he knew how to find his way.In an instant, the sword and the fire burned fiercely, blood and fire intertwined, and the blood and the sword blended instantly, and a radiant light burst forth.

When it was too late, the blacksmith picked up the sword and quickly dipped it into the cold water pool that was prepared earlier.

laugh--

The sound of the intense fusion of ice and fire resounded through the night sky, and then turned into a sharp long howl piercing the sky, like a dragon howling, like a heavenly cry, as if to wake up the vast chaos of the night!

Yan Xing listened blankly.

In the whole world, there is only Jian Xiao who has never heard of it.

"Yan Xing... Yan Xing..."

Yan Xing opened his eyes, and in front of him was his pale father, who rolled his eyes: "Father, where is my sword?"

Father Yan's eyes trembled for a long time: "Silly boy..."

"I just said he's fine. I've never seen a sword before, maybe my eyes were dazzled by the light of the sword." The blacksmith came out and handed him a sword, "Mr. Yan, you have been asleep for three days, and you can Don't miss your father, only think about the sword!"

The red sword turned silvery white in an instant, and the blade was blood red.

Yan Xing smiled.

"Father, what's the name of my sword?"

Father Yan rubbed his hair: "You can call him whatever you want."

Yan Xing rolled his eyes: "Tian Xiao!"

Tian Xiao, born, was as shocked as the sky roaring, and Tian Xiao was only heard by himself!Father Yan smiled: "Too blunt, too sharp, you will be hurt by it, why not call it Xuanchi."

Yan Xing was holding the Xuanchi sword, the sword was too long, and he staggered when he walked: "Father, how do you take care of the sword?"

"keep?"

"Uncle Wu said that a sword needs to be cultivated to become a peerless sword."

Father Yan laughed, and said softly to himself: "This kind of nonsense is also given to children."

Yan Xing urged.

Only then did Father Yan slowly say: "Well, it's not easy to raise a sword. First of all: if you want to raise it, you have to raise it for a lifetime. If you want to raise it, you have to throw it away. The sword will bite you back. You have to think about it first! Second: What the sword wants to eat is not ordinary food. It loves to eat the first ray of dawn, the last ray of sunlight at dusk, and the moonlight at night, and it eats it while practicing. The third: the heart of the sword It is your heart, if you are kind, it will be kind, if you are evil, it will be evil, if you aspire to become the number one sword in the world, it will be the number one sword in the world!"

Yan Xing's eyes lit up: "I understand!"

However, I always feel like I've forgotten something.

It is said that the past is like smoke, but when Yan Xing recalled it, he felt it was as clear as a mirror, and he did not forget it at all.

He is raising the sword, raising it with great care, and wielding it like lightning and mist. At the age of 15, he was already famous all over the world as the best sword in the world.Of course, many people were dissatisfied, thinking that it was Father Yan's prestige that made Yan Xingxuan Chijian famous all over the world.

Yan Xing didn't care.

Crowds began to pour into the door of Yan's house like a flood, all clamoring for a competition.He calmly stood under the tree, and the contestants stopped talking.

Afterwards, those clamoring for the competition disappeared.

Those who have been defeated by his sword are not ashamed, but proud.Because in the future, he will rarely use his sword.

Few people have ever seen the Xuan Chi Sword that howls under the tree.

He misses those days very much.

Yes, those days were bloody, but there was a very pure excitement, and the people who came one after another had only one purpose: to compete with swords.

Compare a victory or defeat.

Later, Yan Xing began to walk in the troubled times like a cloud.

He begins to feel lonely.

Loneliness is the most terrifying thing. He can never leave his sword day and night. From dawn to moonlight, from the first day to the thirtieth day of the lunar new year, he created [-] sets of lightsaber techniques—is there a thousand sets of sword techniques in his lifetime? under the words.But he always has to stop, such as drinking water, such as sleeping-the number one in the world is also a secular person, he has to do all the things that people want to do, and he does not do anything.

As long as you stop, your heart will be like a leak.

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Fortunately, he met Chi Heng.

For the first time, Yan Xing knew that time can be filled with swords, and heart can be filled with Chi Heng.

Yan Xing is a person who follows his heart. When he knew that he was satisfied even if he didn't speak, he had another simple hobby, walking with Chi Heng.Chi Heng is like fire, as long as it touches it, he will fight back. The heat is so hot that Yan Xing is caught off guard.

Chi Heng taught him many things.

Yan Xing knows that he likes to watch Chi Heng practice swords, he likes Chi Heng, and he likes being together.

But soon, Yan Xing's heart began to leak again. He looked at Chi Heng busy, and it was all things that he was not good at and even less fond of.

He feels irritable.

The old unfettered life beckoned him again.

Later, he found the most suitable method: whenever he misses Chi Heng, he goes to him.Chi Heng needs him, and he also needs Chi Heng, both of them can find what they need in the fiery fusion.

One step further is too intimate, one step closer is too lonely.Such a day is really the most wonderful.

The only not-so-good thing is: he can't practice his sword properly.

He can't pull Chi Heng to practice sword together.

Chi Heng often pulls him to do some things that can't be practiced with swords. Of course, this kind of thing is also very wonderful.

Yan Xing's waist strength is very good - those who practice swords have good waists, and they can do many kinds of postures, especially the white crane's wings. His bare arms were gripping the grass, his left leg was paralyzed on the brocade quilt, but his right leg was lifted high.

Chi Heng didn't continue, but supported his legs with his hands, and said narrowly: "Yan Xing, tell me, what do you like the most."

Hot hands, hot hands.

Holding on to prevent the warm current from gushing out, Yan Xing gritted his teeth: "Sword!"

Of course he can't like Chi Heng the most, because Chi Heng doesn't like him the most.Like is not a scale, but it has to be about the same.

Chi Heng smiled: "I knew it."

He reached out and took the Xuan Chi Sword.

Yan Xing was startled: "Chi... bastard, what are you doing?"

Chi Heng held the sword upside down, put the hilt against the nervously shrunken entrance, and said with a smile, "It's very comfortable..."

With a sudden push.

Huge pleasure swept in like a wild sea tide, quickly rushing to the top of the head from a distance, then pushed from the top of the head to the abdomen with great momentum, and then flowed down the abdomen——

what--

The white flow between the legs gushes out like the light of the Xuanchi sword.And not all at once, but one after another, under the setting sun, the white stream turned red, just like the blood that rushed out of the blood, it spewed out with overwhelming momentum, and couldn't stop no matter how hard it was.

Convulsive joy, joy like destruction, Yan Xing raised his legs high, his mind went blank, and his hands firmly dug into the ground.

The last scene is the setting sun like blood.

Then darkness came.

Three days later, Yan Xing finally woke up, and Chi Heng's face was ashen. Seeing that he woke up, he said with a sad face: "Yan Xing, I will never play like this again."

For a moment, it was as if the embankment had collapsed, and I couldn't cover it - this is what Chi Heng said later, with a face full of shame.

Yan Xing didn't think anything of it, there were more things that went too far than this.

I don't know why the reaction was so strong this time.

What's even more strange is that the Xuanchi sword disappeared.

No matter how I look for it, I can't find it.

Of course without the Xuan Chi Sword, Yan Xing is still the best sword in the world.A peerless sword needs to rely on a peerless person to become famous; and a peerless person, no matter what he uses, it doesn't matter anymore.

Yan Xing has always been depressed.

He not only lost the Xuan Chi Sword, but also lost half of his soul.

Since he was six years old, he has been inseparable from Xuan Chijian, but now, Xuan Chijian is gone.

He had to eat and live. After confirming that there was no hope, Chi Heng helped him forge a sword. This sword was also very good. The blacksmith boasted that it was the best sword he had ever forged in his life——Yan Xingjian.Yes, he didn't even bother to name the sword, it was whatever it was.

He is very persistent in practicing swords.

I have been very persistent.

Perseverance is as simple as one.

Yan Xing still spent most of his time practicing swords every day as before, but when he saw the first ray of morning light, he couldn't help thinking that Xuan Chijian might not find a master as good as himself, so he could feed him every day. His earliest dawn, the latest twilight...Of course, he also knew that raising a sword was just a word of encouragement from his father.

until one day.

On a very ordinary day, the sky is thin with clouds, thin sunlight, thin wind blowing, people have thin tiredness, thin laziness.

Some people come to compare swords.

Yan Xing was very surprised. It had been a long time since anyone had competed with him.

———Half Chapter Extra Story To be continued——————

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