[Thunderbolt] By asking why the world came

The sheath moved slightly, got up and easily dodged the secret move, and said in a deep voice: "Yinjue, stop making trouble!"

"Hmph, so you are still sentient." Yin Jue put away the silver thread, and his speech was still thorny: "Seeing you, I want to sigh for the saint."

Yin must be very familiar with the eternal sky.As the guard of the saint, she still remembers that back then, the young saint fell in love with this son of a traitor, and suffered from lovesickness. Whenever the night was quiet, the secrets that could not be confided could only be expressed to She poured it all out.

Until the night before she got married, she still couldn't bear the saint's begging, and accompanied her to the dreamland overnight.She will never forget that on the other side of the peach blossom that day, the saint waited in despair all night; and on the other side of the peach blossom, the son of a traitor who did not dare to show up, endured all kinds of impulses.

Since lovesickness is destined to end, why hesitate?She hates people who have no courage.

That night, before leaving, she shouted to the peach blossom forest:

"It's a man, take her away!"

That was her voice of injustice for the saint.

However, the peach blossoms rustled down, and what came with them was the message of sad wind.

After all, it is hard to look back.

"Yinjue, what on earth are you trying to say?" When mentioning the saint, it pierced the sore spot of the sky.

The memory pulled back to reality, now that the saint is dead, and this person is still so cowardly, Yin Jue folded his hands, just wanting to teach a lesson: "What do I want to say? It's a pity that I didn't compete with you back then!"

"If you need it, I can accompany you."

"Impossible, you should understand the creed of the sun-blind people." Yin Jue turned away, his tall strands of silver-white hair dancing wildly in the wind, and said coldly: "The sun-blind people finally got the light, I don't want to lose this hard-won achievement. Because, on this road, the price paid has already been stained with too much blood."

Changkong's face moved slightly, and he looked at the group of tombs. It was the sad song of the sun-blind people in the past.

"Have you seen it? The saintess, priests, and they are all sacrifices standing under the sun," Yin Jue said, and there was a trace of sadness in his usual proud expression: "So, although I feel sorry for Qian Ye Chuanqi is dissatisfied, but he will not kill him yet."

"Yinjue, I advise you not to be rude to the Son of the Sun." Even though it was a reflexive rebuke in his consciousness, his voice was low.

"Disrespectful?" Yin Jue suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly: "Chang Kong, you don't understand yourself, but I see it very clearly. In fact, you want to hate him, but you dare not, right? You hate him as the son of the sun." , unexpectedly only saved you but could not save the saint; you hate him for sacrificing so many people in order to make the sun-blind people; even, from the beginning to the end, you don’t want him to save your life at all! Am I wrong? ?”

"Stop talking!" A sentence of sharp doubts was completely laid bare at this time, making it difficult for Zhang Kong to face.Yes, he has this idea, but what can he do?

The other party is the Son of the Sun, and he is only a person who has received the kindness of the Son of the Sun, even though he doesn't even have a choice.

Yin Jue snorted, and she despised this man's indecision: "Changkong, you are so pitiful, because you don't even have the courage to face yourself. Do you know? The holy girl once said a word."

"What words?"

"The spiritual calculations of each generation can only detect the appearance of the Son of the Sun; but no one knows what will happen after the Son of the Sun appears, and even the spiritual calculations cannot detect it, there is only a blank."

Blank?Changkong's figure couldn't help shaking.

In the darkness, Yinjue's voice was very clear: "Are you surprised? This is the son of the sun that we have been looking forward to for countless costs, but he has indeed brought light." As he spoke, Yinjue suddenly raised his head, not knowing Looking at the horizon: "For the sake of the saint, I am back, but I know that people are always doing a lot of stupid things in their lives, and sometimes they don't even know why they do it. Just like you and me, even if you don't know what the blank means , since we have returned to the sun-blind people, we have no second choice."

Changkong listened, but couldn't find a second answer in his heart.To be born in the sun-blind tribe is to be bound for life, even if one is born as the son of a traitor outside the tribe.

"A word of advice, listen carefully to your own voice. Weakness will only harm yourself and others, and you don't deserve it!" Before leaving, Yinjue only left this sentence, even if the old man is gone, all that is left is regret.

In the dark night, a fallen leaf brushed past my hand, and then floated down in the air a few times, like a rootless duckweed.

Chang Kong looked at his hands, momentarily stunned.

He didn't know, did he allow himself to be deprived by God, or did he never deserve the right?

His hands can't win the happiness of peach blossoms; his hands can't stop Su Ling's catastrophe;

They are just passers-by in his hands, but he can't catch them; his choice is always to retreat, but he still insists on something, and even himself is at a loss.

Things are changing, what is left of him?

When it is lost to no feeling, only numbness remains.Chang Kong could only close his eyes, step by step, in the dark night, staggeringly turned back to the direction of the Night Palace.

There is the only place left for him to guard.

The sun-blind people, the legend of Chiba, son of the sun.

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It was almost noon, and Wangu Changkong approached the Son of the Sun's room, and there was a burst of ancient music coming from inside, which was simple, cadenced, and graceful, as if there was an undercurrent of power to calm the mind.

Chang Kong hesitated outside the door for a while, then pushed the door open and entered.

This is his duty, and it is also the privilege given to him by the Son of the Sun. Before receiving the healing of his hands, he followed him for a short time, and now, he just returned to his position.

The curtain in the pavilion is like a fan, and a breeze blows, flowing like water.What catches the eye is a moving scene - there is stillness in the movement, and there is movement in the stillness.

The white smoke is curling up, and the rich sandalwood incense is constantly being emitted from the incense burner, winding towards the roof beam, just like a vivid dragon shape is depicted on the screen.In the mist, I saw Legend of Qianye dressed in plain clothes with black silk lightly draped behind her, concentrating on plucking the strings.

The white ten fingers slid across, and little lingering sounds flowed out, and the sound resounded violently.Outside the paper window, clouds and mist drifted away, and the moonlight flickered on and off on the silhouette, as transparent as a jade carving, and the shadow was light.

Chang Kong closed the door and stood quietly aside.

The sound of the piano today is more urgent than before. He knew that the son of the sun must not be in a good mood, but he still listened, or rather, he was half-struck.

It is believed that anyone who hears this sound with their own ears can't help but see it as the sound of nature.

He should have been surprised, but now, he was already used to it.

When too many surprises become commonplace in one person's hands, contrast will also become the norm.

Just like the complex and simple feeling that gives people, there are various contradictions in the body.

Just like those eyes, which seem to be pure and clear, but seem to be invisible and hidden.

All kinds of things, Son of the Sun has many mysteries, but he never understands, nor does he want to understand.

At least he believes that if a pearl is sunk into the sea, its radiance will also be submerged by the sea; but the Son of the Sun is definitely an exception. In a vast ocean, it can still bloom its own unique brilliance, and he can only look up at He - at this moment.

Suddenly, the leisurely piano sound stopped abruptly.

"You're back?"

"Yes."

"I have ordered Yan Tihong to lead the people to reorganize the barren mountains and ancient lands, why are you still dissatisfied?" Without looking at the people behind him, Legend of Qianye slowly got up, as if he was adjusting the strings.

Such an opening remark was a bit unexpected, Chang Kong didn't even think about it, and said, "I can help them."

After the recent battles of the Japanese Blind people, all five hundred miles around have become their territories, and the original barren mountains and ancient lands are no longer the original narrow range.

If you really want to reorganize, you must spend a lot of effort, so Chang Kong said this.

"This is not your duty." Chiba Legend raised his eyes and glanced at him, then suddenly lowered his head and adjusted Yan Zhu:

"Sky, help me."

Hearing the words, Zhang Kong stepped forward to see the clues, and helped to stabilize the heavy center of gravity of the qin body. The two of them tried it out, and Chiba Legend then removed one string and reinstalled the other, bowing his head and saying: " The battle is over, you don’t need to stay by my side all the time. When you have time, you can learn more from the tribes. After several battles, the Japanese blind tribe’s combat power needs to be strengthened.” Then I tried a few more sounds, sporadic and crisp sound.

"What is Son of the Sun trying?"

"Can't you see? I'm adjusting the tempo." Qianye looked up, as if pointing:

"I don't like to be in an inappropriate position and make a sound that shouldn't be there. It's off."

The sound of the piano resounded in the middle of the language, and the adjusted strings brushed one by one, making it more beautiful and precise. For a while, the tune was like a pearl falling into a quiet lake, and each falling sound flowed into a manly song, which seems to stir the heart The deep thoughts made Chang Kong hesitate and said:

"today……"

"Don't tell me about today!" Chiba reacted a little suddenly, and before she could stop speaking, a rainbow shadow flashed across the sky, before it disappeared, the strings of the piano were like blades, and blood was pouring out instantly!

"Be careful!" Zhang Kong was stunned, then he reacted, holding the bloody hand, and was about to check the injury.

Unexpectedly, Qianye grabbed his hand and immediately pulled away, standing aside more calmly than anyone else.However, the blood dripping on the ground couldn't cover up the fact, and the rapid loss of blood also made her body pant slightly, and her face turned paler.

Glancing at the strings that were too taut and broken, Legend of Qianye couldn't help being a little startled, and his heart relaxed a little.

Maybe he never knew that subconsciously, when facing this person, he has always been so tense.

"Son of the Sun--"

Qianye glanced at the sky, gritted her teeth secretly and said:

"It's okay." Turning his back to him, he wanted to find a piece of cloth to wrap around the wound to stop the bleeding, but suddenly his thick and powerful hands grasped beside him, making Qianye involuntarily turn his head:

"you--"

"I'm coming!" he said, stopping his next words.That injury was obviously easily injured due to an old injury, but Chang Kong knew in his heart where this injury came from.

Chang Kong stabilized the fidgeting hand gestures, and made Qianye struggle several times. In the end, he had to let him bandage his wounds. Gradually, he leaned to the side with the intimate breath, and gradually slowed down his breathing. a feeling of.

The cruising opposite blades seem to be dancing again, they are always guessing each other's thoughts, but they can't tell the difference, and they have never been broken by a short separation...

What are they looking at each other for?

"Next time, be more careful." He bandaged it skillfully, and said.

The wound hurt for a while, Qianye quietly glanced at the sky, but pursed her lips and didn't say much.

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☆、Chapter [-]: Pearl's Resentment

On Lingyi Mountain, birds sing melodiously, and green forests are like waves.

It is rumored that the mountains and rivers here are beautiful. Looking around, the mountains are like eyebrows, the water is fresh, and the jade waterfall washes away the dust.Every plant and every tree is full of vitality, making all the passers-by in ancient times linger and forget to return.

At the top of the mountain, a game of chess is walking.

The chess game has a total of nineteen moves, 360 points, and every step of the game is mysterious and ever-changing.

In the current situation, Baizi meanders all the way densely, trying to hit the yellow dragon, but he is restrained by Heizi from both sides, forming a black and white long dragon fighting each other, which is a suffocating checkpoint.

At this moment, the chess player held the sunspots in his hands, but he pondered for a while, and did not release the pieces for a long time.

In the silence, suddenly, a gentle voice sounded from behind, suggesting, "How about Feizi crossing the river?"

"What I want is not a winning or losing game." As if he knew it earlier, the chess player didn't look back.

If you let go as promised, the black dragon will break out, but indeed, if it is so easy to handle, why should Heizi hesitate?

Su Zhenzhen saw it clearly later on, thinking that Qianye had other plans, and asked, "Then what do you want sir?"

"Starting from this place, go northwest for three hundred miles, go up the eastern slope of Yanping Mountain for thirty miles, then go west for Gechuan for more than ten miles, turn right and walk for about twenty steps, and you will see it."

"Yeah, Mr. really likes to joke, Su Mou doesn't lack activities."

"If you don't need some activity, then sit down!" Chiba Legend finally raised his head and took a look, before speaking, he fell down.

"I said, Mr. really knows how to beat around the bush." ​​As soon as Su Zhenzhen took his seat, he looked at the chess board upside down, and immediately understood it clearly.

"It's still ordinary. In terms of eloquence, it's still not as good as Su Xian's eloquence."

"In fact, what Yanping Mountain is famous for is the phenomenon of harmony between water and fire." Su Zhenzhen had seen it thoroughly, accepted the extra words, and returned to the subject: "But looking at this situation, what you want, sir, is Taihe chess?"

It is said that Taihe chess is the most difficult kind of mysterious chess.It is said that when playing chess, there is no thought of winning or losing in your heart. If winning or losing is always in your mind, there will be chaos.On the other hand, if victory or defeat is obsessed in your heart, but you can see it as if you don't see it, you will be invincible.

In a game of chess, it is not difficult to determine the winner or loser, but the difficulty lies in maintaining the draw at any time in each game.Always holding the heart of victory or defeat, but not focusing on victory or defeat, is the most difficult state of Chonghe.

Therefore, this set of Miaolu chess records is rarely handed down from generation to generation.

"Ha!" Just as he was thinking in his heart, Chiba Chuanqi smiled and said: "Taihe chess is a kind of metaphysical meaning. There is no distinction between black and white, and the situation is chaotic, so that black and white can neither win nor lose. Difficult to play chess. If water and fire cannot be combined, but they can be compatible, it is almost the same as what I want." After saying that, one piece was dropped, and the chess situation gradually became harmonious.

"Sir, this move is really a wonderful move." Su Zhenzhen looked at the situation again, and it was unreasonable for this son to give up the situation of confrontation between black and white, to welcome the overall situation and not to open up a new life, and he secretly praised it in his heart.

"Forcibly distinguish between black and white, but it is easy to miss the opportunity." Chiba Legend is obviously very satisfied with the current situation: "Black and white are not important. There is no absolute thing in the world. Only there is always reverse and reverse. , Fang was surprised."

Su Zhenzhen nodded, and when he was interested, he picked up the white piece: "Let's play a game with the master."

"Please."

The two confronted each other according to the situation, and it was wonderful to say that the power of Taihe was one back and forth, not giving in to each other. In the chess game.

"Earlier, I met with senior Liu Zhuyi. In order to fight against the power of death god of Tai Xuezhu and the power of his magic doomsday myth, the battle of Heavenly Sword is imperative." Su Zhen said between the lines.

"There are many participants in the battle of the Heavenly Sword. Those who should be careful are those who please two sides and pretend to be fake." The other side's chess fell, and one piece was stuck in the center of the black and white dragons, which was ambiguous and indistinguishable.

This chess is as good as words.

"But you and I can't intervene in this battle. The only thing we can do is to increase our chances of winning," Su Zhenzhen said with confidence in his mind, "What is needed most in this game is to have a relationship with the righteous way." A tacit sword wielder."

"Like you, are you still missing?" Chiba Legend glanced at Su Zhenzhen, with a very suspicious tone.

Earlier, he read the reading book, but he memorized Su Huan's historical deeds by heart.He doesn't believe that Su really lacks this kind of person, for example, there is one person right now——Ye Xiaochai, Sword Crazy Sword Crazy.

"Yeah, that's wrong." Pausing suddenly, Su Zhenzhen pretended to be distressed: "In the game, one person is needed to join the battle; outside the game, there is still a helper, Su can't find this person anywhere. "

"Cough, if you don't have one, then I don't have one either." Chiba Legend spread his hands.

"That's not right." With the dust fly up, Su Zhenzhen's smile indicated something: "For example, the person at the bottom of the mountain is also a good helper for Mr.

Knowing that the other party was alluding to the eternal sky waiting at the foot of the mountain, Chiba Legend dodged: "Don't think about it."

"Yeah, Qianye," Su Zhenzhen ignored Qianye's slightly flushed complexion, changed his name, and said, "Let the sharp sword return to its place and make full use of it. That's the best policy. The way to employ people is to Just like "Si character, like the heart of others, the two complement each other, which is the Dao. With the cleverness of Mr., how can you not know?"

Seeing that Legend of Chiba remained silent, Su Zhenzhen continued: "The strength of a sword is not how many people it can kill and how many weapons it can break; it is about knowing the heart of the sword and exerting its most essential strength. If the sharpness is over , You need to sharpen the stone and sharpen the blade; if you are blunt, you should seek a challenge, so that the famous weapon can be bright."

"You have so many reasons." Chiba murmured.

"I'm wronged, Su Mou is talking sincerely." On the other end, Su Zhenzhen smiled slightly, looking down the direction of the foot of the mountain lightly: "A good swordsman always has an unconcealable sharpness in his eyes. If his sharpness It is always outside the mountain, and only by guiding it can the sword heart return."

He knows how to read minds, and Su really understands that the person at the foot of the mountain is definitely special to Chiba Legend.

He didn't know the relationship between these two people, but he knew that these two people had a certain status in each other's heart.

The sun-blind people also shine and wave because of the two of them.

Su Zhenzhen's words were clear to his ears, but Chiba Legend rarely hesitated to speak.

Thinking of the sky, I feel all kinds of feelings in my heart, but I never want to reveal a thing or two in front of others.

He remembered what was expected of him.

A sword that cuts off heaven and earth?Before that, the man had been fettered by too much.

He knew that if those bonds existed, then he would not have focused on swinging the sword for him that day.

For him, he puts the most energy into it, so will he endure it like this?

For myself, it is absolutely impossible.

and so……

"Chiba," a reminder came from my ear.

"Huh?" Chiba Legend suddenly raised his head, and found that he had just had a different thought just now.

"How about his heart?"

"Su Huanzhen, do you have to continue?" Chiba Legend felt a little embarrassed as if he had been peeked into his mind.

Su Zhenzhen smiled slightly, with a sly flash of light in his eyes: "Then Su Mou agreed as a husband. How about the details now?"

"Do you need any more discussion between us?"

"Yeah, the enemy is in front of us, don't take it lightly!"

Chiba Chuanqi was still chewing on the conversation just now, but he said to him from left to right: "Okay, okay, let me tell you again, this game of chess is going to be endless, so let's end this game by the way!"

"Ha, what's the problem?" Su Zhenzheng agreed, and took over the situation of Taihe with a son.

The two talked like this, but after a long time, the power of black and white disappeared, and the two dragons intertwined but did not fight, which was a peaceful scene.

The scenery of the mountains and the sound of the water are still there, lingering in my ears.Just now, it is only a moment, but the chess game has changed millions of times.

The situation of Taihe is really the most heart-attacking, and the enemy can only be dealt with without self.

When corresponding, it is necessary to understand the psychological chess strategy of the pair; the thoroughness is like matching with oneself, reflecting oneself.

Only Su can really play this game of chess with him.

Legend of Qianye looked at the chess game in front of him, thoughtful.

Before I knew it, the conversation just now echoed in my ears:

"Chiba, where do you think this trick is?"

"This question is too simple, it's nothing more than an open game."

"Then, I think there is something bordering on urgency, and I must let you know."

"What is it?"

"According to what Senior Liu Zhuyi said, there is a swordsman among the participants in the Heavenly Sword Contest—Mingzhu Qiuxia."

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☆、Chapter [-]: Pearl's Resentment

The author has something to say: I forgot to mention last time, last week was the second update~

May I ask why the world came to the first volume Chapter Four Pearl

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He has always liked pure and neat things, and perfection is his requirement for things.

Just like this radiant sunrise, in the early morning, there is a sense of immaculate magnificence, in the light without impurities, the irresistible power wakes up everything.

At this moment, Legend of Qianye was sitting on the ground, bathed in the morning light.This is the back mountain of the Night Palace. There is a wide plain on the mountain with green grass and trees. He has been used to coming here for the past few days.

In the morning, you can think about many things.

He didn't have much memory, and it was rare for him to think about it.

However, the current him may need this action.

Since his birth, he has planned many strategies.

The Sun Blinds are not affiliated to any party, as long as it is for the benefit of the Sun Blinds, he can be included in the calculation.

He does not belong to the Three Realms and Six Realms. Every step he takes is to create history and the future. The whole nation obeys his promise, and he can go forward without any worries, because what he believes in is himself.

Many strategies worked flawlessly in his hands, only one time, he made a huge miscalculation.

That is—the death of Eternal Sky.

Thinking of this person, Chiba Legend has many puzzles.

He can play with many people in the palm of his hand, such as the difficult Dongfang Yi, the Empress Changxin, and evil spirits, but only this person, he can't see through, even if the essence of this person is clean and pure.

In the past, he never bothered to look back, because the dead are gone, there is no need to be nostalgic, and it would be a waste of time to stop, but this person forced him to look back frequently.

When did he have to take that love into consideration and put it at one end of the balance?

I remember that when Chang Kong first returned to the Night Palace, he tried with a sword, and this person was doomed to return.

At that time, Changkong only had [-]% grip strength, and the legend of the Ye clan's sword was just a legend.

However, this person has a special aura, which is natural and pure, and that ability comes from innate.

After marveling, he promised to heal those hands.

But he didn't think that this person had a fatal flaw, which made the sword not perfect.

There were too many emotions and too many fetters on that sword, which made his plan go wrong, and even made him almost lose him.

Long sky, long sky, he bestowed this name, but this person has lived up to this name, always addicted to the past, hesitant to move forward.

Therefore, in order for him to return with all his heart, he is willing to cut off unnecessary love for him, no matter what he thinks.

Although, those eyes are still depressed, and they never even face themselves or him.Too many puzzles for him to solve...

In front, Legend of Qianye was thinking with lowered eyes, while in the distance behind him, a handsome and thin figure was walking quietly, walking towards the gods of their clan step by step in the backlight.

The figure became clear, it was a kind of magnificent visual shock, in the halo of ten thousand zhang, it seemed that countless gold powders were floating in front of the eyes, the light and shadow intertwined, elegant and moving, the ink-colored lotus in the sun, there is something that people dare not look up at Absolutely great.

He remembered that when he returned to the Night Palace for his promise, he felt the same way.

I was shocked when I first saw it, but I still see you again.

It was that day, when the torch was shining brightly, a young man with clear eyes and arrogance and self-confidence, as if he knew the general trend of the world at his fingertips, asked for a competition as soon as he opened his mouth.

That boy is their son of the sun, Legend of Chiba.

With just one glance, he told himself: He didn't want to hurt this person.Afterwards, he chose the knife and accepted the test, [-]% of the grip strength was recognized by the Son of the Sun.

After that, the Son of the Sun gave him a name, sought medical treatment for him, and saved his life, again and again.

Perhaps, it was because he never thought that before him, the peach blossoms had passed away; but behind him, he had to face this person.

In his life, God has given him many choices.Unable to save Tao Hua, he chose to give up on himself; unable to save Su Ling, he chose to perish together.However, every time, Son of the Sun pulls him back from the corner and chooses for him.

He should thank Son of the Sun for his life-saving grace, but as long as the Son of Sun does not pay, once he does, it will be a burden that ordinary people cannot bear, just for him alone.

But he is not the only chess piece in Son of the Sun's hand.

The Son of the Sun is like a deep pool, and he, like a driftwood, is somewhere in the deep pool...

Will he perish in this Wang Shentan?

At this time, sensing the breath, the figure in front of him suddenly stood up, and when he turned his head, he met the gaze of the sky.

Those azure eyes were still so clear and bright.

"You came."

So, he was waiting for himself?Changkong got a positive message from those eyes.

"In three days, it will be the battle of the Heavenly Sword." Without greeting, Qianye asked straightforwardly: "Are you ready?"

"I will do my best."

The atmosphere stagnates.Between them, master and servant, no greetings, no intersection.

No one asked if they wanted it or if they wanted it, because it was destined.

"The opponent you are about to face first is Mingzhu Qiuxia." Chiba continued, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, but the eyes of the unresponsive sky flashed a gloomy look.

"Are you surprised to hear his name again?"

"This person, I don't want to think about him again." He turned his head away, avoiding the questioning eyes.

"En." Qianye's voice, I don't know whether it is a tacit answer to this, or another thought: "I heard that Mingzhu Qiuxia was deprived of his left hand in order to help the empress test the enemy earlier." In an instant, Qianye noticed the sky His figure trembled slightly, but he continued:

"However, he still has a stronger right-hand sword. Your complete sword will match his strongest right-hand sword."

Yu Luo, those eyes locked the sky, this kind of undisguised spying, and only Chiba Legend could do it.He didn't shy away from wondering how much status this person had in Chang Kong's heart.

"Mingzhu Qiuxia..." Hearing the recent situation of this name, it seemed to touch a sensitive nerve. After all, Changkong still couldn't take it lightly.

In this world, the word love grinds people.For that woman, did he even lose his left hand?

In the past, I suffered for the saint's peach blossom; who would have thought that in the future, Mingzhu Qiuxia would also suffer for the beloved long-hearted empress.

is it him?Is he still the same pearl as before?Changkong never thought that there would be a day when he would meet this person.

Even if they had met each other by fate, that friendship had already been severed by the sword that betrayed their friendship that day, and it was Mingzhu's own choice.

But...but...

"Sky!" Suddenly, Legend of Qianye stepped forward and grasped the slightly trembling hand: "This person will save you once and kill you once, and there is only one choice for you." Those eyes waved tightly Catch each other's pupils.

"Can I still choose?" he asked back, his voice depressed and full of pain.

"Yes," fixed the opponent's fluctuations, Chiba Legend slowly let go, turned his back, and faced the rising sun in front of him:

"But as a sun-blind race, you can't be defeated."

Just like the irresistible force of Chaoyang in front of him, under the overall situation, he will not allow changes that should not occur.

"...I will do my best."

"Could it be that you still want me to say something?" Hearing the strangeness in that voice, Qianye turned around suddenly and asked him.

A frozen atmosphere suddenly climbed in the air, as if it was about to shatter.

"No, this is my duty." After a long time, Chang Kong turned his head and spit out a sentence.At this moment, what can he say?

Mingzhu Qiuxia owed him a great vengeance, and he should have paid for it with his life, but there were still unresolved complications in his heart, and he didn't know how to face them.

He doesn't want to be forced, but the World Bureau has helped him choose a direction, should he be happy?Or resentment?

Qianye Legend glanced at the person in front of him, these words were clearly blocking himself, but at the moment, he didn't say anything more.

After all, this is also the duty he expects him to perform, even though, what he thinks is not only these...

However, in the face of the paleness, no matter how extraneous the request is, it is just a luxury, doesn't he understand?

"You just need to understand that I will be in charge of the situation, and you just need to swing the sword for me." Legend of Qianye said without looking at the people behind him again, "I can't accept failure, absolutely can't. Adjust your emotions, don't let Emotions affect strength!"

After saying that, Qianye left Duanyuan. Behind, the clouds covered the sunlight, and the sky suddenly darkened, leaving only a figure, not knowing where to go or where to go.

The dark blade swimming in the heart seemed to be flashing a strange light again, and no one knew when it would miss, dripping with blood.

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☆、Chapter 2: Pearl's Resentment (Part [-])

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The three-day period has come in the blink of an eye.

The battle for the Heavenly Sword is all about fighting against the pseudo-death god Tai Xuezhu. The master of the Heavenly Sword must not fall into the hands of traitors.But before that, the victory and defeat in front of him has surpassed everyone's calculations.

Qianye Legend watched from a high hill in the distance. His eyesight has always been excellent, so it is not difficult to watch the battle from a distance.

Underneath, he stared at the battle situation with both eyes, with a calm expression, the sun disc in his hand was shining in the sky, but there was a chill.

He wasn't worried about Changkong's strength, but he wanted to observe the hidden worry that he didn't know.

Watching the battle situation, he thought endlessly, Mingzhu Qiuxia, since he killed Chang Kong once, why did Chang Kong's sword still show mercy?

That sword, only [-]% is not enough.

The battle is in full swing.

There was a burst of sword light intertwined, and the two sides had already made a move.Changkong moved his sword towards the opponent, and many past grievances echoed in his mind.He didn't know what emotions he had besides hatred and anger when he was seeking flaws from Shang Mingzhu at this moment?However, it is inevitable to bury the past word by word——

"There is a person who once regarded the other party as a lifelong friend..."

"But there is a person who pretends to be a friend, owes his life to the other party, and indirectly kills the other party's love!"

"Why... remind me of this?"

"Because, I should kill!" Mingzhu Qiuxia said, and raised her sword again to attack!

The bamboo leaf was shaken, and fell down with a rustling sound, and the blade burst into silver light in an instant, shining brightly in the sky. The ligaments are dangerous, and they can only be tied against the whirling ice stream!A moment later, Mingzhu Qiuxia was injured and retreated a few steps, blood spilled on the bamboo shoots, but a sneer appeared on his indifferent expression.

"You can't defeat me with such anger!" He proudly wiped away the blood stains.

"Can you really understand my anger?" If you can vent it, you can only face the sword!

"You are too soft-hearted, that's why you can't save Taohua!"

"Now, who else can I save?"

"Save yourself!"

Before the sound could burst into the condensed air, Mingzhu Qiuxia's eyes turned cold, his figure suddenly turned into several shadows, and the Liuqing sword in his hand screamed like a hiss!

It is also sad that people cannot make choices for themselves arbitrarily.Mingzhu Qiuxia knew that she was giving up on herself.

There is nothing wrong with loving someone, the saddest thing is falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved, it's too wrong!

The blades of the swords intersected again, the cold light was fierce, Changkong waved the pistol in his hand, never thought that one day, the two of them would have to go to this point.

He hates, hates that Mingzhu Qiuxia made him lose the chance to save Peach Blossom; he hates, hates that Mingzhu Qiuxia made him lose a real old friend!

Why, fate, always playing tricks on him?

With a shout, he frantically made a move to vent his anger and unwillingness. In an instant, the ice and snow covered the sky, and the edge of the sword exploded; However, in the storm, the blood of the two of them was spattered, and they were covered with scars!This sword cuts off friendship; this sword cuts off the past; this sword decides life and death!

After the wind, sea and rain, the aurora flashed, and there was a "clang" sound, and Liu Qing was too late to fight back, pointing his sword at his chest——

The drizzle suddenly came down and hit the dense bamboo forest with a crisp sound of rain.

Time seemed to stand still.Changkong's body trembled wildly, the hesitant sword was close at hand, but he couldn't make a move.

In an instant he understood that with one strike of the sword, he really lost everything. In the past, they knew each other deeply, and they were life and death. Once they were cut off, this person would lose even his memories...

This sword stabs down, so what if you win?Still can't call back Peach Blossom, still can't call Mingzhu back, at this moment, he should hate Mingzhu, but he also hates why he couldn't save this person, why...

The sky was still struggling, and suddenly, Mingzhu Qiuxia had a faint smile on his lips, and he moved forward step by step, and finally... pierced the sword into his chest!

In an instant, blood flowed profusely, and the person feeding the sword collapsed forward, and the person holding the sword opened his eyes wide, in disbelief...

Why...why make this choice!

"what--"

The sudden blow made Chang Kong tremble all over, and he raised his head to the sky and howled.

"Don't... don't regret it, I can't forgive myself..."

The rain gradually became heavier and kept falling, dripping all over the body.In the uproar of the rain, there was a last intermittent voice, breath, breath, breath, with a mouthful of blood spurting: "Don't suppress yourself, this is what you should do..."

The thunder and thunder, the torrential rain cut the words and the heart. It turns out that the person who understands himself the most ends up in his own hands... Fate has made people, even if the sky rains and weeps, will they still get everything back?

Caressing the cold body, the person who lost time and time again and finally survived could only hoarse and hoarse:

"Do you understand...no one can truly forgive