Chaotic times Shura way

, disappeared for most of the year.

——Actually, Master wants to have some children to accompany him when he returns to Wangyou Valley, right?

An Ruoran has long been used to Huo Qifeng's whim, and loves the three children very much.But since practicing the Seven Styles of Yujian, his daily life is only in Hanbi Pavilion, even the Qingfeng Residence where Xiao Lingfei lives rarely, the responsibility of taking care of the little one falls to his little brother.

Every day, Bai Lingfei led the little ones, waiting outside the bamboo forest for him to come out after practicing the sword, and then went to the plank road in the valley to watch the sunset in the west.

Time passed quietly, and the three little ones cling to Lingfei, just like the little juniors clinging to him back then.When he was practicing in seclusion, Lingfei took them to hunt and pick fruits in the valley, listen to the cicadas playing in the water, and then cook a sumptuous meal, waiting for him to come to the plank road to find him.

Looking at Luoxia side by side with his junior brother every day, An Ruoran is more and more surprised every day:

The figure standing in the twilight slowly grew to the height of his shoulders.

He still focused on looking at himself, but it became more and more clear and pure white. Even if it reflected the magnificent scenery of the world, it still made people unable to move their eyes away.

The fog on the top of Baiyun Mountain is turbulent, and the sea of ​​clouds in the middle of the mountain is full of dazzling golden light.

"What is it like under the mountain?" Bai Lingfei seemed to want to see through the rolling mist, "We have never seen the "world" we mentioned when we swore an oath to our master, and the world where Master roams freely..."

Trying the world with the sword, leveling the world with the sword, saving the world with the sword - but living in the ivory tower, without experiencing what the world is, how can you have the common people in your heart and be worthy of the name of disciple of the sword?

"That world is the dream of many people." There was a slight change in An Ruoran's eyes, "Our dream can only be trapped here."

"Brother?" Bai Lingfei turned to look at him, and suddenly smiled: "I practiced the piano score you gave me a while ago, and after dinner, I'll come to Hanbi Pavilion to play the music for you."

"It's fine to come to the music, but when the master comes back, you must not say that you missed something."

Bai Lingfei looked at the little one who was having a great time on the other side of the plank road, and winked at An Ruoran naughtily, then suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and flew up and down under the sunset.

——The inner strength of Yujianmen is divided into two ways, yin and yang.Huo Qifeng was the only Yujian disciple of the previous generation, and he only learned the Jiyang school, so he often gave advice to An Ruoran who had the same internal skills, but rarely asked Bai Lingfei's martial arts cultivation.

At that time, I relied on Huo Qifeng to understand the Tao in the bamboo forest, and then I crossed the huge obstacle of "Thousand Jun Sweeping", but Lingfei... unexpectedly managed this barrier with ease.

The master will allow him to practice freely, because he has long seen that he is amazingly talented and can achieve unprecedented heights in his sect?

Suddenly, with a low cry, the figure on the plank road that was almost fleeing against the wind froze for a while, and fell straight to the clouds at the bottom of the valley!

An Ruoran's face suddenly turned pale, and he jumped up, took off his belt and threw it down, quickly wrapping around his wrist!

An Ruoran used all his strength to focus on his belt, and desperately shouted downwards: "Come up!"

Bai Lingfei clenched his lower lip, thrust the sword into the rocks of the cliff, borrowed enough force from the hilt of the sword to escape, and was finally pulled back onto the plank road by An Ruoran.

"You didn't get hurt?" An Ruoran inspected his junior brother all over his body, and when he saw him smiling and shaking his head, he felt relieved and tapped Bai Lingfei's forehead hard: "When will I be sensible, I always have to worry about it." you."

For safety's sake, he hugged his junior brother tightly on the plank road, for fear that he would fall again.

At dusk, two figures, one tall and one short, were almost cuddling together, exchanging breaths, and their eyes overlapped close at hand.

The twilight cast on Bai Lingfei's outline, leaving a thick shadow on his lower eyelid.

Looking at the corners of Bai Lingfei's brows and lips, An Ruoran's breathing became disordered.

"It's okay, even if there is an abyss below, as long as my brother is there... I won't be afraid of death."

——I can’t remember where it came from and why it started.

I used to think that the affection for my senior brother was just a simple respect, but the strong desire in my heart grew secretly with the age.

He was like a white paper, tasted the taste of love for the first time, as if a rose with thorns had been planted in his heart——

It is a taboo that cannot be tolerated by the world. It grows and grows day by day. He presses it down every day, but finally pricks his own hands.

"Fool." An Ruoran stood up straight and tightened her belt again.

"If I fell, would it be possible that you would have to sacrifice yourself to save me?"

"Senior brother has an accident, how can I not save him?"

——Brother.

That's right, between them, they are always brothers and sisters.

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened, hiding a bitter smile on Bai Lingfei's lips.

An Ruoran dragged him down from the plank road, Xiaobudian waved to them from a distance.

While walking, An Ruoran suddenly looked back, and saw Bai Lingfei's left foot limping, but he just suppressed the pain and kept silent.

——It must have been sprained when I fell down just now. If you don’t say anything, you really plan to walk back like this?

An Ruoran was both angry and funny, looked at his junior brother's injured ankle, patted his forehead and said in a low voice:

"Let's just say it, you're so stupid, and you don't take good care of yourself." He squatted down and carried Bai Lingfei on his back in one breath:

"Why don't you worry about being alone..."

In the dusk, five shadows of different heights were dragged out, and they gradually faded away amidst laughter and fights.

The last ray of redness finally disappeared on the horizon.

The temperature on An Ruoran's thick shoulders was transmitted directly to his heart through his coat.Bai Lingfei put his arms around him tightly, and smiled quietly.

That was the most lingering and beautiful sunset during his days in Wangyou Valley.

"Don't play the piano tonight. I'll come to Qingfengju to apply medicine for you. If you look like this, you need to apply medicine every day to get better."

"Ah."

"Let Xiaotian and the others hang around on their own these days, and don't practice swords anymore. What if you break your right leg again?"

"……Um."

"Little Fei."

"Um?"

An Ruoran turned her head suddenly, and just touched her lips with the absent-minded Bai Lingfei.

An Ruoran froze at the touching touch, while Bai Lingfei stopped his heartbeat instantly.

The white paper, as pure as the first snow, was finally stained all over by love.

An Ruoran smiled, and left Bai Lingfei's face.

The snuggling figure stopped by a bush.

"You are the first disciple of Yujian who has practiced 'Silk Binding'." An Ruoran said softly to him: "Brother knows what you are thinking, but now is the time for you to start practicing the seven moves."

Bai Lingfei stared at him blankly, expressing with his eyes that he didn't understand.

An Ruoran shook her head and laughed, "Idiot, I know all about it."

"Actually, Master has high hopes for you the most. He told me that the last move of the Seven Forms, 'No Concealment', is only hopeful for you to master it. You are my most beloved Junior Brother. If you achieve great sword skills earlier than me, I will only I'm happy for you, why would you feel bad about it?"

Bai Lingfei lowered his head, and after a long time, he called him softly——

"Brother."

"Even if I really practice "No Aggregate" in the future, I will only show it to you."

An Ruoran fell silent for a moment.

"Fool, you forgot to include Master again."

—— Huo Qifeng, who was far away in the northern desert, stepped on the bloody sand, and suddenly let out a "ha chirp".

The dusk in the grassland was beautiful and distant. At this time, they hadn't seen the cruel flame covered by the horizon.

The author has something to say: Does anyone feel familiar with the scene where the master picked Xiao Fei back at the beginning (laughs)?In fact, someone took the scene of Rurouni Kenshin and used it. The scene of Kenshin being picked up by the master made the author very impressed.

Well, the extra episode is divided into two chapters. This chapter is about sugar distribution. Everyone knows what the next chapter is about. OTZ Let us wipe away tears for Xiaofei silently

☆, extra episode [-], those things that Wangyougu has to say

The melody from Qingfengju is like an orchid in an empty valley every night, and the spring bamboo outside Hanbi Pavilion is also full of traces carved by vertical and horizontal sword qi.

With the alternation of cold and heat, the heights of the two figures on the plank road are getting closer and closer, one is as tall and straight as a pine, and the other is as light as a breeze.

An Ruoran looked at the sea of ​​clouds with an inexplicable firmness in his eyes.Many times, he stood on the plank road with his sword in his hand, and suddenly he sang with his sword——

Breaking light, quenching fire, chopping wind, cutting off water, asking love, and the world of mortals.

He danced through the seven postures in turn, except for the "Wuyun" who has not been able to reproduce the world for 400 years.

The sword style pierced through the clouds and mist back and forth, and suddenly there was a clear and Yue sword chant on the plank road of Juefeng——

The white clothes were graceful and agile, following the figure of the senior brother to show his sharpness, frightening the floating gold on the top of the peak.

The two swords danced against each other, and the coordination was flawless.

That year, he was 17 years old and he was 14 years old.

People who control the sword will test the world with the sword, level the world with the sword, and save the world with the sword; but what is the world?

——The turbulent times and the common ways of the world are nothing more than the dream of the reason why people are human among the three thousand weak waters.

It was a late evening, a sunset after parting.

Holding his saber tightly, An Ruoran walked slowly along the plank road to the peak that haunted his lifelong dream.

With a threatening edge on his body, he slowly looked back and turned around——

The junior who sees everything in his eyes is skimming down the mountain from the peak, and landed beside the wordless stele on the plank road.

Bai Lingfei always knew that he was going to leave. When An Ruoran sword danced on the plank road, he knew that his senior brother who cared about the world didn't want to stay in the ivory tower.It's just that he didn't expect that the day of their farewell would come so soon - he almost missed the farewell.

"Brother, why don't you leave after you have achieved Wuyun? I—" I can't bear you.

"I'm afraid that after Master returns, I don't know what Wangyou Valley will look like."

He spoke without any trace, he was just a sensible and mature junior.

——That was the first time in their senior brothers' lives to persuade them to stay.And as arrogant as he was, he didn't express his true feelings.

An Ruoran looked at the thousands of miles of cloud sea under Juefeng, and said with a calm smile:

"It is not necessary to practice the seven poses to save the world."

"What a swordsman really relies on is not the sword, but the heart. Even if I am a mortal body, there is always something I can do for the people of the world."

Bai Lingfei bowed his head in silence, his clenched fists seemed to have made some kind of determination.

"No matter how you say it, a master needs a good sword to accompany him through the world." He took out something from his pocket, raised his head and said to An Ruoran: "Brother, take it."

An Ruoran froze for a moment——

It was a six-foot long sword, and it looked pale in the evening light.

Its heavy black sheath bears the most glorious legend in the world.

For the first time, the flames of war and beacons carried by Jiuxuan fell on the pair of senior brothers after traveling through 400 years.

"Jiuxuan is the sword worn by the sect master, please put it back carefully."

An Ruoran's heart warmed: Knowing that he was going to leave him, Bai Lingfei still stole the sword from Master's study and gave it to him; if Master found out about this after returning to the valley, he really didn't know how angry he would be.

An Ruoran felt indescribable emotion again when thinking of the mentor who had always bossed her around:

After I have gone so far, who else will play chess with Master when the night is quiet?

An Ruoran patted his little junior brother on the forehead, and said dotingly to him: "Once a disciple of Yujian breaks the door precept, he will have to sever ties with his master for life. From then on, the master will only have you as his apprentice. Will he want this sword in the future? How can you just give away what is left for you?"

Sever relationship for life?

From this moment on, could it be that they are not even brothers and sisters anymore?

"Big brother!" A few children shouted from the wordless stele, Xiaotian, Daniu, and Qingqing were sweating profusely, and ran across the plank road in one breath, the most daring Xiaotian howled loudly, and rushed up Pulling on An Ruoran's sleeve, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to eat and hunt with us?"

An Ruoran squatted down, but didn't know how to tell Xiaotian.

Bai Lingfei smiled and pinched Xiaotian's nose: "Your elder brother wants to be a great hero in the world. When you grow up a bit, he will come back in a splendid manner, bring a lot of delicious food up the mountain, and say a lot of great things." Let me tell you about the heroic deeds."

The little one cried one after another, An Ruoran comforted them one by one, then got up and sighed:

"Take good care of them, and take good care of yourself. If the master returns to the valley, tell him for me that the apprentice is grateful for his kindness in teaching karma. When he met me, I was a child who lost his family because of the war. I All that I have is given to me by him.”

Family affection, happiness and warmth—it is Master who brings these into his life. Until the day when he lives in the remotest corners of the world and comes to the end of his life, he will always remember Master's crickets and the happy times that have illuminated him.

"But in this chaotic world, if I want to spend my whole life in Wangyou Valley without asking about world affairs... I can't do it."

Facing the setting sun, the young man overlooks the magnificent mountains and rivers called "Tianxia". The vast world seems to reflect his heroic words with the most glorious moment:

"I want to use this sword in my hand to travel all over the world, and to pacify the country for the Lord of Ming. From then on, there will be no more wars in China."

——Master, you said that the ultimate state of martial arts can only be found by yourself.

Taking all living beings as my own responsibility, this is the true meaning of the way of swords that I have realized.

In the evening wind, the white clothes accompanied him to stand proudly in the dangerous and breathtaking scenery, and the sharpness that had been hidden for a long time finally came out of its sheath——

"In the future, I will practice the seven moves of the imperial sword. I will definitely go down the mountain to help my brother fight the battlefield, calm the world, and open up another peaceful and prosperous world for the people!"

Under the setting sun, two young swordsmen who were destined to rewrite history clapped their hands together to make an oath.

That was the last twilight that cast five shadows.

On the plank road, An Ruoran's figure gradually drifted away.

Qingyue's low and gentle flute sounds spread throughout the valley, vaguely a sad little tune——

farewell.

After a long time, the man in white put away his flute and left.

And some parting, I didn't know that we would never meet again.

Since An Ruoran went down the mountain, Xiao BuDian felt that life was really different:

In the late night of Wangyou Valley, there is no sound of the piano, Hanbi Pavilion is empty, and the bamboo forest outside the building is full of green leaves every day——

It was the young man in white who reflected the sword light even more clearly.

The pain of parting on the plank road that day melted him into a song "Farewell".

——Weeping and looking far away, I see the deep mountains of Cangwu.The Cangwu Mountain collapses and the Xiang River dies, and the tears on the bamboo can be extinguished.

The more introverted the yearning, the more bone-destroying.

Why do people have to have love, have to go through separation, and have to cross life and death?

And people, why are people?What do I think I am?If a person loses his mind, the body will be like a hollow bamboo?Or, even people and bamboo no longer exist?

After death, people turn into dry soil. Death is the end of human beings and the beginning of dry soil. Tens of thousands of years later, tender seedlings will be born in the dry soil, and the nutrients will be exhausted. This is the end of dry soil and the beginning of green trees.Since the beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning, why do all things flow in such a way?

What is form, and who determines form?Is the bamboo in my eyes the same shape as the bamboo in the eyes of thousands of people?Is the blue green of bamboo in my eyes really the same as the green green that everyone sees?Even if you use words to describe what is bamboo and what is green, 1 people will have [-] understandings.

Looking at the green leaves in the sky, there are countless things in it - light, fire, wind, water, me, and thousands of people in the world.

If so, how can there be light, fire, wind, water, me, and people in the world?

Fire is no different from water, and I am no different from people in the world. The only difference is the self-identified "I" heart:

All things are empty, idealism is disguised, and all colors become reality.

——No Yun.

"Brother Fei... why don't you teach me more!"

"I don't want to jump around, I want to be like you and senior brother, I want to learn sword!"

"No! I want to learn swordsmanship, and I will become a hero like my elder brother in the future!"

Several children grabbed their sleeves, wading towards the young man under the Wangyou Valley mountain stream.

The two boys had great strength, and surrounded the young man on the left and right, talking left and right, and then the girl came, panting, hugged the boy's ankle and said softly: "Don't teach them, they are good or bad, they only know how to bully me !"

"Qinggong is used to escape, if you don't learn how to escape, how can you go down the mountain to play?"

With a helpless expression on his face, Bai Lingfei stood up from the water holding the sharpened bamboo pole——

Who said to catch fish?Now they all come here one by one to scare the fish away, so where is the dinner?

"When you passed by Zhangjia Village last time, you ran back after being frightened by the bully. How can you learn swords if you are so cowardly?" The young man hit the big cow's butt with his backhand, and the little boy immediately fell into the water. Falling face to the sky, Xiaotian Qingqing laughed out loud.

With a twist of his wrist, the bamboo pole pretended to hit Xiao Tian, ​​"And you, if you want to be a hero, you must first learn how to treat girls well. Don't bully Qingqing while I'm practicing, understand?"

There seemed to be fluctuations not far from the bottom of the pool, Bai Lingfei flew out the bamboo pole, and the whole pole sank into the pool.

As he walked over, he said leisurely: "Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and it's time for Master to come back. During this period, just stay in the valley obediently, and go out after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The bamboo pole was pulled up again, and the little ones cheered in unison, because the dinner was finally settled.

"Before we were in Xiangyang, didn't we meet some gang of villains who wanted to grab the sword, you slapped him, and the bastard left in no time, how good is your kung fu?"

"Our swordsmanship is so powerful that even martial arts masters have to stay away."

"Is senior brother's swordsmanship as good as yours?"

Bai Lingfei's hand shook suddenly, and the fish slid out from the bottom of the pole, becoming a rare lucky fish in the pool.

The boy smiled lightly, "Senior brother is of course much stronger than me."

—— During the three months when the master returned to the valley, he couldn't leave the valley, that is to say, he couldn't find out the news of his brother for three months.

He still took his little one to watch the sunset and fantasy flowers on the plank road every day.

Over the years, he has read the world under Baiyun Mountain thoroughly: for example, he knows that Wangyou Valley is located in Southern Chu, with stretching mountains, and when the valley was first built, it faced northwest—that is the direction of Luoyang.

The young man stood in the peaceful position of the past, looking at the end of the north against the mountain.

In Luoyang, the capital of Zheng, it must be the major general who is all over the city talking about the battle for the heir apparent, who desperately protects the second prince Ming Huaiyu?

The next time he leaves the valley, Ming Huaiyu, who has safely arrived in the capital, should have ascended the throne. It is foreseeable that the major general will be named commander-in-chief in the new dynasty, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain:

An Ruoran, a new general on the battlefield, has won ten battles and ten victories in two years, quickly put down the rebellion of the princes for the royal family of the Zheng Kingdom, and now it has become the key to victory for the Huaiyu family of the Ming Dynasty.

——That person has never forgotten his great ambition to go down the mountain. His name and short time have shaken the entire north.

Brother, when the snow falls this year, I will reunite with you in Luoyang.

As expected, Huo Qifeng returned to the valley during the Dragon Boat Festival.However, this time he didn't go to Qingfengju, nor did he go to take care of the little ones, he closed the door in the study room, and even refused to see Bai Lingfei, who always loved him the most.

——Since the brother went down the mountain, the master has become more violent and abnormal day by day.

Bai Lingfei put the food in front of the door every day, took away the untouched rice soup in the afternoon, and played the guqin outside the courtyard at night, playing it all night long.

For several days in a row, Huo Qifeng still did not leave the room.

There was nothing surprising about Bai Lingfei, and he went to the bamboo forest to continue his daily sword training.

When the sword comes out, the heart is pure, and when the sword is issued, the mind is concentrated.

The cold air in the forest filled the sky, adding a bit of coldness to the young man's face.

"This sword skill is comparable to yours..."

The young man seemed to have sensed something, retracted the sword with his backhand, and walked out of the bamboo forest——

The master who stayed behind closed doors for several days came here unexpectedly!

Beside Huo Qifeng, a hermit was as elegant as a fairy, with a faint smile on his lips.

Bai Lingfei suddenly realized:

No wonder you just leave the test as soon as you say it. As long as this person comes, even the most important things will be put aside by the master immediately!

"Greetings to Master, Master Taiqing!"

Huo Qifeng gave a smug look: "I'm not dead, you lost again."

Master Taiqing replied indifferently: "That's what Lingfei realized by himself, not what you taught him."

Bai Lingfei blinked slightly—did he take the wrong script?Will this style of painting become too sudden?

"The last time you saw me, I was still a juicy child." The real person in Taiqing gave Huo Qifeng a casual look, "A few years ago when you visited Wangyou Valley, your master insisted on keeping me in the study, or he would drag me We never had a chance to see each other when we went to the back mountain. I never expected that in just a few years you have made such progress, even if I lost to your master, it was worth it."

"My little boy is always better than that brat." Huo Qifeng sneered.

"...Actually, in my opinion, I can catch up with you in less than ten years."

"Tsk." Huo Qifeng said disdainfully: "What are you talking about, don't bother my little Daimeng practicing sword."

"...?"

He left the dazed Bai Lingfei where he was, and dragged Taiqing away gracefully.

There are strange mountains and rivers everywhere in Wangyou Valley, and the two walked up the stone ladder to the highest point overlooking the whole valley.

Master Taiqing looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely:

"The big apprentice ran away with someone, if you want someone to accompany you, just tell me, I came up to Wangyou Valley to see you."

"It's nothing, anyway, I'm not as pitiful as you with only one apprentice."

Master Taiqing gave him a slanted look: he just wanted to admit that his only apprentice ran away with the Imperial Forest Army, and that life in Hengshan was empty and lonely. Is it really good to be so narrow-minded.

But having said that, the Xiaodaimeng taught by other people behaves well, compared to his own - alas, that is too rebellious to look directly at.

"That's the life they realized on their own. What is meant by "Tao" is what everyone says for themselves."

Huo Qifeng looked back at him meaningfully.

"Don't take your brat as an example. He was born to bear that fate. Staying in Hengshan is to escape, and going back to Southern Chu is to obey the destiny; Going down the mountain is like a moth to a flame!"

Taiqing's face suddenly darkened, and he yelled out in a rare voice:

"No one is born with an obligation to live and suffer!"

Huo Qifeng turned his back with a flick of his sleeves, Taiqing Master thought for a long time before calmly saying to him:

"On the day Yan'er left, he knelt in front of me and said something."

"If he had a choice, he would rather take all the blood of the royal family away from his body, but he can't. He knows what it means to go down the mountain, but he is willing to use the recovery of the middle earth to wash away half of his blood. In this life, he will forever Not forsaking his country, his people."

This best friend, who has always been indifferent, repeated these words verbatim with the same determination as his lover that day.

— Another young soul dedicated to the common people.

If there is no responsibility, you can actually live happily and happily for a lifetime; all the blood and helplessness should not fall on the next generation.

But in a person's life, many times he has to give up happiness, because there are still things in the world that are worth giving up.

"I watched him walk down Mount Heng, but didn't call him back - because I know that he is more stubborn than you and me."

"He is not only my disciple of Luo Guisheng, nor is he the crown prince of Nanchu. He is Jing Yan, a person who has the ability to complete the chosen path."

Huo Qifeng's back trembled.

"I never doubted Ruoran, the apprentices I teach are naturally enough to amaze the world."

He sighed against the wind.

It wasn't until many years later that Taiqing Daoist remembered the superb view of the peak in midsummer that year, and suddenly understood where such sadness came from.

"It's just that the battlefield for fighting is too lonely...I don't want my apprentice to die in that kind of place."

Such pure extravagant hope was quietly submerged in the endless blood at the foot of the mountain.

In the 22nd year of Ming Qi, several pieces of news caused a sensation in the world one after another:

In July, the 17-year-old second prince Ming Huaiyu was crowned emperor in Luoyang. Nearly half of the Zheng family and vassal kings were absent from the enthronement ceremony.

In August, An Ruoran, the new commander-in-chief of the State of Zheng, was ambushed while his troops were patrolling the land of Yanyun. The Eighth Army, the first military order issued by the Tiger Talisman, was to appoint Qing Yuan, the left battalion leader of the Yulin Army, as the leader of the Yinglong Army.

In September, Master Chunri defeated the master of Shaolin in Songshan, and no one in the green forest can be an opponent for cutting Yuqing ever since.

In October, the Ming Cult, which has controlled Mobei for hundreds of years, was bloodbathed by a mysterious master at the Temple of Jinghu. An unprecedented humiliation.

In November, An Ruoran, who had been missing for several months, was sent back to Luoyang City.

There are turmoil in the world, but all the changes have nothing to do with the peak that is hidden from the world.

The road to the top of Baiyun Mountain stretches with footprints, a figure walks with a sword on the ground, and there are hideous sword marks between the two wrists.

The man gradually lost consciousness, just smiled in a trance:

If he can survive until he dies on the plank road, he is not far from returning to the roots of the fallen leaves, right?

Walking past the wordless stele on the plank road, the young man couldn't bear the serious injuries all over his body, his feet were weak, and he fell alone on the snow.

——Xueluo made no sound, and gradually melted when it touched his face.But the heart under the skin and flesh has already been so cold in the yellow sand.

The moment he ran in front of Mirror Lake, the giant beast living in his body exploded instantly——

That was the murderous desire in his flesh and blood, the first time he yelled ferociously at the world, and stretched out his sharp and insolent claws.

The pure white and flawless Jade Temple with three hundred believers in Guangmingding, blood flowed like a river under his sword.

On Lunkunjue Peak, Bright Red drew an incomparably magnificent star map, covering him overwhelmingly.

He licked off the scorching heat on his face, and looked down at his own reflection in the mirror lake:

His eyes were clouded, and the blood streaks left on his cheeks were as bright as flowers.

At that moment, there seemed to be a kind of inspiration at the bottom of the lake, which traveled through time and broke through thoughts, and hit him strongly, making him clutch his chest sadly:

Phoenix...

There was a movement in his face.

A cold and sad smile floated on the surface of the lake.

The outline that did not belong to him gradually overlapped with him.

——Phoenix, you are finally here.

... who is calling him?Who is calling him the dead soul who has been suffering for hundreds of years at the bottom of Jinghu Lake?

In front of the Mirror Lake Palace, the phoenix fell from the sky, and finally turned into a demon as destined by fate.

This year, for the first time, Huo Qifeng returned to Wangyou Valley in the middle of winter.

Bai Lingfei didn't know how his master knew the news that he had killed Guangmingding. He only knew that when he woke up for the first time, there was a shadow on his master's stern face that he couldn't understand.

"What good things have you done outside!?" Huo Qifeng pulled up the blood-spitting apprentice and yelled angrily:

"What do I teach you on weekdays? Why did you rush into that ghostly place, and how many people did you kill?!"

He was on the verge of fainting, and Master slapped him hard on the face.

That slap was so painful that he woke up for three minutes, gasping for breath and swallowing the blood he spat out, only to hear Master coldly say:

"Bai Lingfei, if you dare to go up Kunlun Mountain again, I will use Jiuxuan to kill you as a teacher."

The injury suffered by the young man was almost crushed to pieces, and even breathing was so painful that the sky was dark, and he fell down again in a blink of an eye.

What he didn't know was that after that slap, Huo Qifeng hugged him tightly and stroked the hot, red and swollen finger marks on his face——

"Lingfei, as a teacher, I don't want you to be like this..."

"That's another person—I don't want you to inherit the fate of the Phoenix."

Finally, tears filled my eyes.

Day after day passed, Wangyougu's elixir was still available in Luoyang's imperial capital, and under the care of Huo Qifeng day and night, Bai Lingfei finally fully recovered.

In Juefeng Shengxue, the young man breathed out and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice in the study became much more indifferent, Bai Lingfei felt pain in his heart, smiled again, and pushed the door open.

Huo Qifeng sat at the table, in front of him was the guqin that Bai Lingfei used to play when he was a child, and the Jiuxuan Sword that he never took away from the valley when he was traveling.

"Master... I saw that you have a bad appetite tonight, so I bought these little things."

The young man put the exquisite sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table. When Huo Qifeng saw it, he remained calm and said, "You are already my only remaining apprentice. Have you reflected on what you have done these days?" ?”

Bai Lingfei pursed his lips, seeing Huo Qifeng's complexion began to sink, he hesitated for a moment before answering:

"Committing the Great Commandment of Slaughter is a mistake made by my apprentice...but I don't think there is anything wrong with saving my brother."

"Presumptuous! Kneel down!"

Bai Lingfei knelt at his feet quietly.

"You are still young, far from understanding the crime of murder..." Huo Qifeng waved his hand and sighed: "Forget it."

"As a teacher, I want you to swear two oaths in the name of the teacher: one is the second oath you made when you promised me and worshiped the time, and the other—"

"You are not allowed to leave the valley for the rest of your life—if you step beyond the wordless stele on the plank road, you will no longer be my disciple of Huo Qifeng."

The young man stared blankly at the ground, Huo Qifeng yelled again: "Did your mouth become hoarse?"

All of a sudden, countless sunset scenes came to mind.

The blue sea and the desert, the water village and the border town - all the scenes I have seen in these years have passed by, and finally, the thoughts of memories are fixed on a scene:

Beimang Mountain in Luoyang, the place where the brother danced with him for the last time.

"I swear here that I will never be a minister in this life, nor will I be used by others. I will stay in the valley forever, and I will not cross the plank road without a stele."

——Among saving the world with the sword and never being a minister, he finally chose the second oath of the master.

"Remember, if you break your oath in the future, our master-student relationship will be severed from now on."

The young man's heart was shocked, and he raised his head, only to see a long sword lying in front of him.

"Bai Lingfei, No. 80 sixth generation disciple of Yujianmen, obey orders!"

Finally knowing what Huo Qifeng was going to say, Bai Lingfei subconsciously shook his head, "Master!"

"Now, as my master, I will pass on Jiuxuan to you personally. After you take over the sword, you will be the No. 80 seventh sect master of our sect."

At that moment, the boy instantly reappeared the look in the eyes of the orphan boy in Gobi——

Desperate and sad, shining like a beast.

"Take the sword!"

Huo Qifeng's eyes were bright and deep, Bai Lingfei finally had a real feeling:

There are certain things about the master that he has never understood in his life.

He took a deep breath, and finally grasped the sheath with both hands.

"Your talent and disposition are so high, I'm afraid there has never been one in our sect, but—" Huo Qifeng took a deep look at him, "The word only love is enough to make you fall into a demon. Control the power in your hand well, and the power in your palm What the sword protects, only you can decide."

Bai Lingfei remained silent, while Huo Qifeng concentrated on the qin, and suddenly chuckled:

"Xiao Fei, play another song for the teacher."

When the moon is full in the sky at night, the snow is like flying flowers, and the music of the zither in Wangyou Valley lingers all night, and I can't go back.

The next day, the boy lying on the guqin woke up with a start.

Frost hits the face, and outside the half-open door is a pure white world.

There is a qin and a sword on the table, and a cricket made of straw rope is placed on the strings of the qin.

The young man gently touched the water plants, but he could no longer feel the residual warmth from his master's fingertips——

Walking into the warmth of his life for the first time, he couldn't feel it anymore.

As the past passed by, the first grass cricket that the master weaved for him was given to him whole with the palm of his hand; however, such a beautiful and precious companionship has disappeared in the snow at Yangguan.

There is only a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with six servings per product, and the paper is pressed under the plate:

Only when you see the king can you forget your worries; tonight or any evening, you will never see you in the end of the world.

With tears in his eyes, the boy ate the last piece of pastry.

In the spring of the 23rd year of Mingqi, Jing Yan, the crown prince of Southern Chu, took command for the first time, led by Yinglong and the Central and Wild armies, and defeated Zheng Bing in Jianshui.

In the same year, Xia Guohuang's eldest son, Sun Kai, was established as the crown prince, and the second prince's eldest son, Sun Sheng, was named King You.

In May of the 24th year of Ming Qi, Zheng Shuian, who had experienced the defeat of Jianshui, disliked Quan Lu and wanted to retire. He submitted his resignation to Ming Huaiyu and was approved.

In October of the same year, the new monarch, who had lost the support of military power, was forced to surrender the throne to his second uncle Mingyan. His whereabouts are unknown.

In the same poignant evening, the boy in white took up the divine sword and led the three children across the wordless monument.

"It's so beautiful..." Qingqing yelled loudly, "Look at the big cow! Today's sunset is orange-red, we won the bet!"

"Stupid, after watching for so many years, don't you know that the clouds will turn purple in the end? If you don't believe me, keep reading." Xiaotian made faces at his two friends with a weed in his mouth.

The boy smiled lightly and said nothing, just stared at the sunset.

——Master...the senior brother is gone, and you are gone too. I don't see you, so where is Wangyou?

In a daze, the boy saw the figure who made two high-fives and made an oath again.

He finally understood what An Ruoran said back then.

the world is