The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

In fact, Zhou Zishu noticed something abnormal a long time ago, probably when he killed someone for the first time.

The 16-year-old owner of Shaozhuang stared at the fallen corpse with his white robe in his hand, but he was actually a little stunned.So when the sword buzzed in his hand, he thought it was the trembling fear caused by the first time his hand was stained with blood, but the 1-year-old leader of the skylight would not take it for granted.

During the 10 years of killing, the trembling and buzzing and the warmth of the tentacles again and again made him look at the sword that his master passed to him, especially when he saw a three-autumn nail before fainting in pain. Hazy figure, illusory but existed.

So when he left Jinju and came to his place of residence, he saw this man unexpectedly and logically.

How to describe this man?It looks like the main character.His appearance is quite similar to Zhou Zishu's, the most similar is his pair of loving eyes.

The two of them just looked at each other for a long time before Zhou Zishu calmed down and asked with a long breath, "What's going on?"

The man in white thought for a while, and finally found a suitable wording: "Famous swords have spirits."

"So you are a white-clothed sword spirit?" He touched the vacant scabbard at his waist, digesting this thing that overturned his previous cognition.

"Ah."

After a long silence, Zhou Zishu chuckled suddenly, and the laughter became more hearty, God treated him well!

Laughing involved nail wounds, he couldn't help coughing, Bai Yijian stepped forward to support him, but Zhou Zishu grabbed his arm, "Will you always exist?"

"As long as the master needs it, I will always be by your side."

"The famous sword has a spirit ... hahahahahahahahahahahaha haha ​​... I can't think of my Zhou Zishu's 10 years of killing and can raise your sword spirit? Hahahahahahaha ... cough ..."

Bai Yijian supported him while infusing him with true energy, sorting out his disordered inner breath. "Is there anything unexpected?"

Zhou Zishu's laughter gradually stopped, and he looked at Bai Yijian carefully, "It's so good", he thought... so good.

"There should be a name, what's your name? Or should I give you a name?" Zhou Zishu asked.

"Bai Yi." Bai Yijian supported him and walked towards the thatched hut next to him.

"Bai Yi? The white-clothed sword spirit is named Bai Yi, so it should be the same."

In the thatched cottage, the two sat opposite each other, Zhou Zishu chatted with Bai Yi while changing his face.

"You're all transformed, so what should I use?"

The white robe turned over his left hand, and in the palm lay a slender and flexible soft sword in white with a sapphire hilt inlaid, and handed it to Zhou Zishu.

"Bai Yi has a spirit body." Bai Yi organized his wording and continued. "The master needs it, I am the sword, just follow the master's will."

Zhou Zishu put on his mask, took the white sword and wrapped it around his waist, and said with a light smile, "Can you stop calling me master? You must be older than me, so it would be embarrassing to call me master."

Bai Yi blinked and blinked, and asked with a little doubt: "What do you call you?"

Zhou Zishu thought for a while, and said, "You were passed on to me by Master, so you should be my elder. Just call me Zishu."

Bai Yi didn't hesitate, and called out, "Zi Shu."

"Hey!" Zhou Zishu was very happy, and couldn't help thinking of molesting the person in front of him.Leaning closer to Bai Yi, he put his painted black and yellow sickly mask in front of him, and called out: "Old Bai."

Although he watched Zhou Zishu draw himself into such a ghostly appearance, Bai Yi still avoided it, and hummed reluctantly.

Zhou Zishu brought that face closer to his eyes on purpose again, and said, "Old Bai, otherwise I'll change your face too. Your face is too ostentatious when you walk in the rivers and lakes."

Bai Yi rolled his eyes, and pushed away the consumptive face that was about to hit him.Chou rejected his proposal: "No need."

Zhou Zishu became playful, and even started to quarrel with him, "Come on, come on, let's go together! I can't dress up like this alone, otherwise, if we walk around the rivers and lakes, others will see our combination, how weird it is."

Bai Yi was concerned about his injury, and didn't dare to mess around with him too much, so he held him down twice, and asked, "Your injury, what do you plan to do in the future?"

Zhou Zishu said indifferently: "What else can I do? Find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and bury it when you die."

Bai Yi frowned and didn't quite agree with his thoughts, but he didn't say much. He knew that this was the ending that Zhou Zishu had arranged for him, which was both atonement and relief.He just gently stroked Zhou Zishu's hair.Said: "I am with you."

Zhou Zishu restrained his carelessness and felt the caress on the top of his head. He thought that God had treated him kindly. In the last three years of his life, he could still have such encounters and such a soul that belonged to him alone. stay with him.What a blessing.

The author has something to say:

It’s the first time I started writing, and I contributed to Ling. I love Ling so much, I can’t help but want to do something for it, and it’s good to make up for some regrets.