After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Goodbye Stranger——

It is still a bamboo building in the mountains that is known by everyone.

There are red plums in the courtyard that have not yet bloomed, but there are cinnamon fragrances overflowing, which is a good time.The winding path leads to the quiet path, and the weeping willows stand by the river in the wind. It is completely a dream world of a certain teenager.

"Between you and me, life and death, ups and downs, life and death, I'm already fucking tired of it. We don't want to be timid, so we might as well wait until the matter is over, and find a place with good mountains and rivers to live in seclusion."

Zhou Feng...

When Xuan Zhe heard these words, his eyes fluctuated, as if he hadn't thought about it or taken it to heart.

In fact, he remembered it all, as if it was engraved in his mind, and he never forgot it.

In a hundred years, Ken has polished a pure heart into a paranoid and gloomy ghost, who was once warmed by a drop of water.The snap of the fingers is the torture of eternal life for those who are suffering.

Xuan Zhe only dared to stand behind the screen, silently looking at the shadow above, breathing shallowly, while the ups and downs and shaking brought him hope, at the same time, he was swallowed up by endless thoughts.

Traveling through eternity, across time and space, countless people have become guests in the sky, and in the days of the sword fairy, he touched the mirror of the mirror and looked down at the world of mortals.

There is no black-clothed boy in the yellow sand of the desert. He boiled life-saving tea with blood and fed it to returning guests who had never met before.

With a golden body relic, Buddha Taoist, a knife across his neck, has grown into a young man's smiling clear voice, "I don't believe in Buddhism, nor do I believe in destiny. I saved you, and you are mine."

A foreign hometown, all the way to follow should stop here, swords and swords are incompatible, this is a different way.

How could someone hold on to his sword and not let go, and his voice was full of blood, but he had to say every word clearly and carefully. "Our different paths lead to the same goal."

There are many immortal islands, young people are quiet and reticent, carrying ancient golden swords on their backs, and cast themselves into a bronze and iron guard, refusing to give in.

The market is crowded, he stands in the murals on the railings, with ink and wash as a foil, and the dark clouds clear away with a smile.

The memory finally spread out, and the stones were thrown into the lake. For countless days and nights, Xuanzhe didn't have anything to relieve his love. He didn't even know whether Zhou Feng was still in the world.

Guarding a mass of scattered memory fragments, waiting for the soul that may disappear forever, blaming and regretting.

Forget about time and forget about yourself.

Zhou Feng was still in a coma, and Xuan Zhe used immortal energy to stabilize his shattered spirit body. Although it could not completely heal him, it could relieve some pain.

Zhou Feng seemed to be trapped in a vat of fire, dripping with sweat, soaked in the fusion of water and fire in his sleep, the blue flames burned his flesh, turning his body into molten iron, which was finally solidified and then repeatedly forged and ground.

It was as if he had gone through hundreds of hardships and finally became a peerless knife with sharp edges, although it was painful, he was satisfied.

Xuan Zhe stepped into the enchantment of the prison after hearing the movement, and found that the young man on the bed was sweating profusely, uttering a few murmurs from his chapped lips that could only be heard if he was in a nightmare.

Like asking for water.

But he was too vigilant, and in the dream again, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the water from the porcelain spoon could not be poured in, and it flowed on the pillow along the crack of his lips.

Finally, something soft and moist got close to Zhou Feng, fine nectar and jade dew, nothing more than that.

What's more, it can be touched with just opening his mouth. Zhou Feng relaxed his vigilance, opened his teeth, and accepted the soft, solid water. The dry spine seemed to be injected with soul suddenly.

It was the second day after waking up. Zhou Feng had a headache and a mess of hangover dreams. After all, he couldn't remember the fragmented fragments of the dream. Fortunately, he was not a entangled person.

Waking up in a strange land is also considered normal. In the past 20 years, I have lived in the programmed procedure of being picked up, thanked, and left.

Swordsman was in exile, vendettas were not rare, and sleeping on the neighbor's collapse would often bring misfortune. Zhou Feng looked around anxiously, but found that it was a small building with cinnamon smelling, but he had never seen the incense burner to light a cigarette.

Zhou Feng heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the window, the door was knocked open, a ray of sunlight fell, and a tall and thin young man whose face was not clearly visible stood in the backlight, and his Tsing Yi was like ink.

When he wanted to turn over and get on the bed to thank the savior, he was supported by someone who rushed over quickly. His low and clear voice was a little familiar, with an imperceptible tremor. "Take some rest first."

Zhou Feng hesitated, but also remembered the stranger who met in the restaurant. "You—thank you for saving me."

"Do not you know me?"

Xuan Zhe looked down at him, his dark eyes were deep, and when he saw him, it was as if they were suddenly sparkled with starlight.And then filled with sporadic sorrow.

A hundred years have passed, and you will be safe.

It turns out that the old man turned into a stranger is so heart-wrenching.

"Who are you?" You have to ask someone first, you have to introduce yourself first, Zhou Feng still understands this bit of worldly wisdom.

"Oh, my name is Zhou Feng. I was originally a knife player. I wanted to conceive a good knife, but I didn't know the time and place to go. The twilight was too heavy, and the knife was crushed." , this life, still called Zhou Feng.

The demon leader Zhou Feng was dead. It is estimated that the person on the other side thought he had the same name as the rumored demon leader Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng staggered the other party's overly complicated eyes, ignored the obstacles and got up from the collapse, ignoring the soreness and fatigue of his limbs, sitting on the pear blossom wooden stool in the middle hall, turning his wrists to signal, it was a posture to talk.

"I am...Xuan Zhe." Xuan Zhe opened his mouth awkwardly, and it was a bit difficult to pronounce the words.

Xuan Zhe, the legendary sword fairy who lost his wife and is unique in the world?

Living in such a mundane place, but still saving him?

Monk Zhanger really couldn't figure this out, probably "same as me" is just the same name, Zhou Feng smiled knowingly. "Duplicate name?"

That stranger, oh, he was already someone he just met by chance, Zhou Feng took the pot on the table calmly, and only looked at Xuan Zhe when he was filling tea for each other.

This person's clothes are gauze clothes woven by the Penglai mermaid tribe. If the green clothes are plain, they don't look extravagant. I'm afraid he is a pampered, rich or noble prince and grandson, and he has to belong to the powerful ones in the Twelve Kingdoms.

There is a thin callus on the pulp of the finger, on the joint of the index finger of the middle finger, it is a swordsman who uses a sword.

There are not many people who are good at swords in the Twelve Kingdoms. Since the birth of a sword fairy a hundred years ago, no one knows that the luck of the sword has been completely taken away, and the remaining poor fortune is not enough for the top few to carve up. Can also use swords.

Those who still use swords now either love the sword deeply, or they have practiced for more than half their lives and cannot change their ways.

Zhou Feng felt that he was the former, after all he looked young.

"My name is Xuanzhe, and I am retiring here." Xuanzhe didn't answer whether the name was the same, but he didn't deny it either.

Perhaps Zhou Feng's eyes were too scrutinized, so the other party paused before explaining.

"I made a mistake and repented quietly here."

"Made a mistake."

Zhou Feng didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, he just wanted to show that he was listening and echoed, repeating the key points of the other person's words, without any intention of asking.

Xuan Zhe was silent, raised his eyelids, met Zhou Feng's bewildered eyes, then lowered his head again, as if there was something hard to say, he touched the tip of his nose before replying.

"Hmm... I don't know if the offended person will forgive me, he is my Taoist companion."

Zhou Feng glanced sympathetically at Xuan Zhe, who was opposite, because he didn't say anything specifically, he just made up a bunch of ulterior and complicated secrets, and it was inconvenient to tell others the details.

It's a pity that Zhou Feng was not one to comfort others, and he always opened his mouth to talk nonsense that choked people to death.

On weekdays, Master often taught him to speak less, and if he had to speak, try to be concise and to the point.

Zhou Feng has always regarded Master's words as the "golden rule" at certain times, which means that it is very important to listen to it when he wants to hear it, and ignore it when he doesn't want to listen to it.

But now he reluctantly heard the "truth" of the master.After hesitating for a moment, tremblingly, he took a tentative step on the road called "Duren".

"As long as it's not a big deal, your Taoist companion will definitely forgive you for looking at this face."

Zhou Feng is used to judging people by their sex, and it's not appropriate to joke around, as if he said something wrong again.

Seeing that Xuan Zhe's expression was not right, Zhou Feng added in embarrassment, "Although I offended him, it is better to have a Taoist companion than not to have one."

"You." Xuan Zhe's eyes were a little innocently dazed, and he let go a lot. "Sooner or later, he will meet me here."

Xuan Zhe rested his fingers on the porcelain white cup, his rosy lips were stained with a few drops of tea soup, and he could outline a rich and colorful meaning with a slight smile. With such a face, it is indeed not appropriate to worry that the waiting people will not come back.

Zhou Feng instinctively wanted to say goodbye, but was forced by Xuan Zhe to stay in the bamboo building for a few days, eating and drinking, and chatting happily.

It's not that Zhou Feng doesn't suspect people, it's just that Xuan Zhe's appearance is just right, and he still has the grace to save his life. Even if his words are inconsistent and full of loopholes, Zhou Feng can only pretend not to know, don't mention, don't ask.

In this life, Zhou Feng doesn't want to provoke any other right and wrong besides flying ascension. Meeting is fate, and fate will always dissipate.

When things happen, you don't have to ask the bottom line, but you can also leave a little bit of light for each other.

Besides, inexplicably, Xuan Zhe's speech and demeanor were very much like Zhou Feng's, and he seemed to feel like old friends at first sight.Maybe there are some people who just met by chance, but they can see each other for thousands of years.

At the critical juncture when Zhou Feng wanted to leave but still stayed, news of a certain knife came from the rivers and lakes.

Recently, there has been a lot of people here, most of them are in a hurry, after asking, I found out that some black iron shards appeared somewhere in Huangcheng, weighing a thousand catties, green and burning, like fragments of a certain knife.

The matter of the knife was never a trivial matter for Zhou Feng. His knife was broken and he wanted to get it back.

After all, we have to say goodbye.

The night before his departure, Zhou Feng drank wine with Xuan Zhe in the bamboo building. When he was very drunk, Xuan Zhe looked at the drunken swordsman under the moon, and tried tentatively and cautiously.

In ancient times, people who have lost their souls and revived their lives are nothing more than the kind of existence with a tough heart and great obsession.

He should know why Zhou Feng in this life came back from the dead. There are many ways in the world, and he is the No. 1 person in the world who has great luck after death and survives in the world because of his obsession.

Like the benevolence of the Dao of Heaven, the moment the obsession is achieved, one can immediately ascend. If one dares to play with the Dao of Heaven and lose the obsession to continue life, it will be a disastrous ending.

In other words, if Zhou Feng's obsession is the sword, then it must always be the sword, and the obsession must be achieved.

If there is a change in obsession, the same mistakes will be repeated, ranging from death to re-entering reincarnation, or from rebirth forever.

In fact, Zhou Feng has never been so happy before getting drunk with others, and he rarely expresses his emotions to others. After all, he lives in a wasteland where there is no grass, surrounded by an old man who doesn't care much.Over time, his language ability is almost degraded.

Xuan Zhe asked him under the moon, "Why do you cherish his knife so much, even when you sleep, you hold it in your arms?"

Zhou Feng put on a look of drunk, waved his hands, smiled, said nothing, and changed the subject.

Unfamiliar people, do not open the golden mouth.

If you can't talk about it after seeing it like old friends, then you have unspeakable difficulties.