The enemy of comprehension is the sword

That night.

The sky full of stars is unexpectedly dazzling, and the regretful crescent moon is also elegant and picturesque.

Perhaps it was the dark clouds of the thunder calamity that swept away the dust accumulated over the years. Compared with the past, the Nine Heavens' Summit at this time was more fresh and dusty, and more ethereal.

Even breathing hard, you can feel the wonderful feeling of drinking the freshness of nature into your heart.

call.

He spit out the ambiguous fragrance in a deep voice.

Ji Xue sank half of her body into the warm spring, slowly closed her eyes, and raised her head high.

The white and slender right hand was pulled gently like a flower, leading the warm spring water to hang upside down like a vast waterfall, and then slid down again with the raised fingertips.

The thorough warmth and clear flow fell quietly.

Ambiguously meandering...

Along the elegant and soft face, moisten the red, swollen and bright lips, across the slender and beautiful neck, dizzy the seductive collarbone, and finally, after leaving a series of charming water on the towering plumpness, just now Into the source of origin again.

The sound of water splashing.

The sound of the sword in his heart is also endlessly moaning.

In the old days, there was a bit of warmth and half-meditation in the remote snowy land, but now, at this moment, it has completely lost its strength since I don't know when it started.

——Probably, it’s because of too much greed, and it’s no longer enough to be satisfied with a little warmth.

Shaking his head regretfully, he relaxed the restrictions on himself.

Wait until the steaming mist covers the entire warm spring.

The cold and fading person finally raised his hand to wipe the delicate doll-like cheeks, covered everything under the hookah, and slowly opened those purple eyes that were overflowing not only with water vapor but also with something else.

It's just such a trivial matter, why is there such a mess in my mind.

Cultivating the sword, cultivating the mind...still far from perfect.

She clearly knew that something else was causing Nan Sixian's actions, and she clearly knew that the venting and hatred at that time did not all belong to her.

What's more, according to the sensitivity of the child, he must have sensed his intention to close his heart and cut off his feelings. It is understandable to have anxiety and negative emotions.

However, I am still so unsatisfied...

Clap la la la.

The stretched long legs suddenly kicked through the clear water surface, and at the same time as the water ripples were swaying away, drops of jade-like water drops slowly fell into the spring along the toes covered with light and warm colors.

The ripples are endless, more like thousands of heart lakes.

In a blur, her red lips were pouting, like Ji Xue with a bit of resentment on her face, while silently reviewing her gaffe hundreds of times, at the same time, taking advantage of the rare opportunity, in the smoke cloud that even she couldn't see clearly Feelings that I don't understand are released deep inside.

There was a silent silence, only the slight sound of the water splashing into the warm spring.

Layers of white smoke blew up an ambiguous signal.

Breathing becomes heavy.

The slender fingers, as pale as the late moon, looked down from the lazy and misty drunken eyes, and brushed the moist and delicate lips along the tip of the nose.

Pushing hard, sinking in, resisting the blocking of the teeth, lighting the cold cherry red.

The suffocating entanglement of sucking and entanglement still has a strange touch.

The heat rises.

The faint blush stained the steaming hot skin, adding a charming and charming scene to the more beautiful scenery.

The fingertips continued to slide down.

Bend over the high and clean jawline, lean over the soft throat, and land on the edge of the raised collarbone.

caress.

Some kind of fiery desire, stirred up from the depths of the millennium dust and snow, is fiery, fiery, and almost melts everything.

A sense of emptiness, a sense of emptiness that something is missing.

The increasingly limp body suppressed the patient panting, and the hand that followed the trajectory of the red shadow passing by became more and more tense because of the simple flick and pick.

"Um……"

The moment the fingertips landed on the perfect circle, a soft and sublime low moan could not help but escape from the locked lips and teeth.

The red mark caused by Nan Sixian's ruthless kneading has not receded, and Ji Xue's hand happened to be able to enclose it according to her feeling.

Try to wrap and tease with more loving, gentle and sweet strength.

Soft numbing that penetrates the bone marrow.

It was both comfortable and shameful and intolerable, and even an illusory fantasy was enough to blend into the stimulation of the mind and sword.

Ji Xue pursed her lips, and slowly stretched her fingers towards the firm/upturned peak even if she couldn't see it clearly.

It is also an over-beautification reappearance, plating a pair of red pupils with deep meaning into pure love, and gently clamping the bright red with two fingers.

All the remaining pain was gone, and the beauty Ruxue suddenly arched her body in a trance.

Every time the fingertips are pulled, it is another emotional tremor, and it is even more sakura-colored on the pretty face hidden in the depths of the heat.

Elegant and gorgeous, enchanting and charming.

The swaying mist engulfed the long eyelashes hooked with water vapor, and could hardly stop the pair of purple eyes full of water waves from bursting into spring.

There is a warm and humid current flooding under the body.

Thinking of stopping the embarrassing behavior, Ji Xue, who was a little muddled in her mind, eagerly reached out with her other hand, which she didn't know where to put it.

Is there really something you want to stop, or is there really something you should fill in?

Not sure.

Even the one who did it himself didn't understand, or in this state, if you ask her anything, it will only be unclear.

However, those are not important anymore.

When the fingertips touched the smooth, hot and soft land.

The slight pain that feeds back together with the numbness is like a needle pricking in the brain, making the sinking person suddenly wake up.

The pain there means that the treasure that has been treasured for thousands of years has been taken away.

She thought that she should not care about those boring things at all, but at this moment she unexpectedly found that it was not so simple.

The temperature and humidity are getting colder, and the movements of the hands never continue.

The sudden cold snow fell between the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, continuing the cool water like tears, fading away from the curve of the cheeks, outlining a beautiful arc.

One drop, two drops.

Into the warm spring that belongs to the same kind, setting off layers of ripples that can be called insignificant.

It's a look that makes people tremble and feel distressed.

However, after all, it is nothing more than crushed snow meeting heat and melting water.

It is nothing special……

Stretching out her hands to wipe away the ridiculous traces that shouldn't be left, Ji Xue gasped for a heavy breath in a low voice, curled up and lowered her head slightly, letting the broken hair on her forehead fall down to cover her face that was already invisible.

For a long time.

It wasn't until the steaming mist gradually dissipated in the cold wind that the inaudible sound of water droplets finally stopped.

wow.

The sound of breaking waves.

It was the sound of the water when the beauty got up, and it was also the sound of the sword locked in his heart again.

Jixue stepped on the rippling waves, and the tip of the toe touched green, and the warm spring immediately pushed up the sword of ten thousand waters, and the swordsman, who was covered in water vapor clothes, landed proudly on the snow-covered path.

Take a deep breath.

Open your eyes.

In the hazy moonlight, a pair of bottomless purple eyes, like an ink-stained lacquer night, or a dark abyss, without any vitality, only a bitingly cold silence.

Willfulness should be enough.

The smoke and mist finally faded away.

People are still cold and calm people, and swords are still sharp swords.

***

The sky is also full of stars, and the moon is silently hanging in the same bend.

Nan Sixian was lying on his back on a small bed as hard as a slate, looking at himself printed in the center of the starry sky, with his outstretched left hand in a daze.

It's this hand.

Before, she was violent towards that person as if possessed by a demon, and even... finally robbed her of her chastity, in such a romantic plunder.

He clenched it into a fist too hard, and a faint smell of blood oozes from his bitten lower lip.

Although Ji Xue's expression and tone of voice at that time were absolutely impeccable, it was so indifferent that even she could deceive herself.

but.

Nan Sixian knew it.

That guy's real mood is definitely not that indifferent.

The soul is full of regret, and the heart is reluctant.

Even if she is so special, I am afraid that she is like an ordinary woman in this respect, and she has expectations for the scene when she takes that step.

Maybe it's a happy night after the celebration of relatives and friends, or maybe it's just two people's mutual determination for life.

In short.

Absolutely not being forced on the ground by someone, almost venting and humiliating until the end...

Not to mention, he had to worry about the mood of that bastard perpetrator, and personally help her take away the beauty that the woman treasured.

It sucks!

With a hard punch, it landed heavily on the extremely hard stone bed.

No blood.

Of course it is.

How could this body, which could hold her firmly, be injured by a simple broken stone.

A few words of self-deprecating sarcasm secretly.

A pair of fiery red pupils are full of unconcealable hatred, not only for some indescribable mysterious things, but also for herself who is too incompetent.

It is true that there is no doubt that there were traces of something intervening in this accident, and it cannot be said that it was completely out of her heart.

But when she already sensed something was wrong in her heart at that time, she couldn't stop her sharp desire.

Why am I so useless...

Thinking about that person's appearance, thinking about the beauty of that person, the love for her from the bottom of my heart spread uncontrollably, but it was immediately mixed with the hatred for myself.

Tears welled up.

Nan Sixian hugged her left hand tightly in front of her chest, her eyes were red and let her clothes get wet.

The wild moon shone with hazy light, faintly reflecting on the silently sobbing woman, dizzying a touch of incomparably bitter gloom.

the next day.

When Ji Xue came to look for Nan Sixian, she unexpectedly found that she had already woken up.

The expression that was about to cry when the two separated was gone, and her expression returned to the usual one, as if nothing happened yesterday.

Although she was a little curious about how she, who was always emotional, could suddenly adjust her state so quickly, Ji Xue didn't intend to bring up that matter again.

Anyway, it's just some boring little things, so why make her think about it?

that's it

Therefore, Ji Xue just waved her sleeves behind her back, moved her lips, and finally said two words coldly: "Let's go."

"Hey? I just finished the tribulation and I'm so tired! Where are we going?"

Stretching, Nan Sixian seemed to be a little sleep deprived, and while yawning, she jumped and ran over in three steps at a time.

Just finished the catastrophe?

This seems to be a little bit wrong.

Didn't he do something else after that?

Frowning slightly, the snow-like and ink-like beauty froze as if thinking of something, and was about to blurt out a sentence, but seeing the relaxed smiling face from the heart, she swallowed it abruptly.

The sound of the sword in her heart is flawless, and her soul and body are also safe and stable. She... probably really has no problem.

——Forget it, this is not bad for her.

nothing bad...

The snow fell one after another, wrapped in inexplicable ink marks, silent on this vast land.

Standing amidst the turbulent layers of snow, the quiet swordsman curled his fingertips around the white hair that had shaved his cheeks, and stroked it to the ends of the hair, dyed with a few crystals.

His already fair complexion suddenly looked sickly pale.

The usually cool and elegant voice was suddenly immersed in a faint and indistinguishable emptiness.

Countless words, endless struggles, twists and turns and twists and turns, but in the end, all of them hide too much indifference.

"...Participate in the Shenzhu Peak Sword Meeting, seek soul iron, and save Shang Qinghan."

☆, 70. There is a disease called digging a hole and burying oneself