The wind lives in this life policy

The entire set was silent, except for the sound of the camera moving, there was only the sound of buzzing swords, and the silent falling snow flying all over the sky.

Feng Ce floated up in white clothes, like a flying butterfly shadow in the wind and snow, suddenly turned around, more than a dozen sword lights came towards the wind, Feng Ce's face remained unchanged, he raised his hand casually, and the sword light brought There were a series of bloodstains, and he took a step back, turning his right hand holding the sword slightly, and the tip of the sword drew a half-arc on the ground.

"Bodhicitta, it's hard to calm down..." Feng Ce actually closed his eyes at this moment, and muttered in a long voice, "The poor sword's light is curving and drifting, how can it be compared to the white jade lock sword and the sword folded."

He stopped looking, and calmed down all his mind to listen to the sword intent that broke through the wind. When the enemy came with a sword, Feng Ce had already raised his sword to block, turned his hand and slashed at the back of the opponent's neck, and then Taking half a step sideways, avoiding the offensive from behind, he turned around lightly, and firmly protected Zhao Changan behind him.

He didn't allow Zhao Changan to suffer any more damage.

Jiang Yueting leaned on Feng Ce's back, closed his eyes and listened to the slow chants in his ears, one sentence after another, and then poured it into his heart silently.

Jiang Yueting knew very well that this passage did not appear in the lines or even in the novel, and he had never heard of these poems. It was obvious that Feng Ce was created by Zhao Changning.

But gradually, he heard another feeling.

That feeling made him doubt his own judgment. It seems that Feng Ce's heart is not Zhao Changning, nor Zhao Changan, nor even himself... His voice is sad and sad, between the lines, full of longing, every sentence Jiang Yueting seemed to be able to hear the tremor in Feng Ce's heart, bringing out the heavy sorrow of this person.

Like a huge sacrifice, Feng Ce is bidding farewell softly.

"Even if the wind wets the spring sleeves, and the blood rains on the face, the sound of Zeng Bixiao... breaks the hero!"

After Feng Ce finished uttering this sentence, a fierce force flashed between his brows, his face was expressionless, the tears on his face had dried up, and he withdrew one person with his sword, and then withdrew from the sword array.

He took a deep breath and threw the long sword in his hand at random, unable to use his internal strength, the sword move was useless to him, so he simply discarded it.

When the sword formation attacked him again, Feng Ce raised his brows lightly, he wanted to defeat the enemy with empty hands.

Fang Jinran couldn't help standing up, looking at the scene in front of him, he didn't even know that the melon seeds had fallen to the ground.

The martial arts instructor next to him murmured, "He wants to use his bare hands..."

Feng Ce jumped up and came to the eye of the sword formation in an instant, he ignored the sword forces approaching from the left and right, and stretched out his hand to hit the man's chest, this palm mixed with Feng Ce's internal force, that He only felt a tightness in his chest, and it was dark before his eyes. Feng Ce grabbed his wrist instantly, dragged him to the left, and dragged him three steps straight to block the attack from the left, then turned around and kicked away two people on the right. Sword, the two of them were shaken by Feng Ce's kick so that their palms were numb, Feng Ce took the opportunity to enter, and his white right hand came to the throat of one of them, and he squeezed it hard.

According to the script, this person's throat was completely shattered, so this person was really grasped by Feng Ce, and he almost fainted.

Even under such a quick attack, Feng Ce firmly remembered Fang Jinran's instructions, he controlled the inner strength of all moves, and was careful not to kill anyone.

"The road to the end of the world, the road is difficult to walk, the long song is lamenting, lamenting the loneliness... It is useless to go here for many years, why bother to listen to the song when it ends."

He flipped his palms like clouds, and easily broke into the formation he had broken through with a faint internal force. All sword moves were useless in front of these hands, and a dozen martial arts students were finally beaten to the point of losing their strength. confidence.

They didn't see clearly how Feng Ce slapped and withdrew his palm at all. They only knew that when Feng Ce slapped, wherever the palm went, everyone had pains all over their bodies. The sword light on the ground reflected a cold edge on the ground.

At this time, a gust of wind passed by, and the frost and snow hit Feng Ce's clean face, melting into water and drenching his quiet eyes. At this moment, the moving water light moistened the chill in his eyes , to dispel his murderous aura.

"For the rest of my life, never give up; when I wake up from a dream, my breasts are full of blood and tears..."

He stopped looking at the "corpses" lying on the ground, and lifted up his hands vigorously, carrying Zhao Changan on his back safely.

His slender back was mixed in the wind and snow, and he walked away step by step. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to move forward. Even if he had to crawl forward, he would have no regrets.

"It's said that the flowers bloom and fall several times, but they don't know that the origin and the extinction will end and parting."

At this moment, Feng Ce finally felt Zhao Changning's grief. The moment he carried Zhao Changan on his back, he felt that he had touched the core of Zhao Changning.

And that core is just the simplest but also the heaviest word in life...

bear.

From now on, he will shoulder the wishes of all those who died for him...

……

That's why Zhao Changning was made!

Someone pulled him up from the swamp of confusion, and said with a smile: So many people have died, he must be alive, and he can do all the things he wants to do if he is alive!Otherwise, wouldn't so many people die in vain...

……

It turns out that at the time of life and death, everything is not worth mentioning.

Just like Zhao Changning bid farewell to Zhao Changan, Feng Ce is also bidding farewell to his past, the only difference is that he and the past are only separated by a long time, maybe we will never see each other again, but at least, it is not forever. .

He was grateful to Ye Xiaofeng, because it was his words that got him the role of Zhao Changning.

He was grateful to Jiang Yueting for giving him the opportunity to face Zhao Chang'an head-on, and deeply felt the feeling of sacrificing himself and forgetting death that he had never experienced before.

The disdain he had for Zhao Changning, now that he thought about it, it was so childish.

Indeed... Feng Ce took a deep breath.

It is easy to die, but it takes more courage to find ways to live.

Fang Jinran made a gesture, and this time it was the assistant director who called "Cut", the most thrilling scene finally came to an end, when the camera was turned off, Jiang Yueting jumped off Feng Ce's back, and he straightened his clothes , to see Feng Ce.

When everyone was moved, Feng Ce let out a long sigh, and then smiled softly.

"Are you happy?"

Feng Ce turned around and nodded at him, "It's sort of."

"You seem to have figured it out?" Jiang Yueting looked at his bright face, he was completely different from Qi Jue in front of him, so he knew that this young man had finally figured it out.

"That's right." Feng Ce swept away the tragedy of the bloody feud that he was carrying for a second. At this moment, he has clear eyebrows, delicate outlines, a pair of bright eyes like water, as if full of affection, and the faint color of his lips because of this smile makes Feng Ce's whole body People look as if they have stepped out of a painting, with such a beautiful appearance that it is difficult to describe and paint.

"Forget love wine, forget love, raise a glass to drink, drink sorrow...but you will never wake up after getting drunk..." Feng Ce stretched his five fingers, raised his hand to the sky, and sighed softly: "...wait until his years are full of clouds The water is all over the sky, and the autumn leaves of the deep river are as light as snow..."

The flying snow spread all over the sky from the palm of his hand and then flowed from his fingers. Jiang Yueting watched his slender figure melt into the snow, and finally looked back and smiled lowly.

"It means that the body is self-cleaning, the mind is at peace... and the name is self-analysis."

At that moment, in the world, other people seemed to be painting, and it was so beautiful.