The mountains are like the sea, and the bright moon is like frost.

A tall figure walked alone along a winding and rugged ridge, with abyss on both sides. The deep and dark night wind blew from the valley, and one step was broken into pieces. However, he closed his eyes and strided forward, muttering something in his mouth.

"Is the soul forgetting death from my confidant... Is it so sad when I walk, and I am so proud to face the shadows; I scratch my head and love myself... People who cry in ancient and modern times, Bian Heweier; Who is Bolei?... Holding the thorn in my arms, three years of destruction, looking sideways, homeless all over the world... In life, you only need to close your eyes and listen to the lowness of creation!"

Suddenly he opened his eyes and sighed: "Yes, so lonely!"

I came to this world for no reason and was trapped in a small mountain village, inside the body of a child. No one can know, no one can understand, out of place, and always get blamed. Only by being with a cow and talking to him, it is like being crazy and stupid. Compared with those who are hungry and cold, those who are bullied by brothers and sisters-in-law are easier to bear.

It is precisely because of this experience that I move forward so resolutely and never look back.

This time is an exception. He wanted to come to this world to indulge in his heart and have fun, but somehow he was aroused by a thousand sorrows.

Don’t lean on the railing alone, the past is unbearable.

"Why did I, a person who never looks back, do such a stupid thing?"

He shook his head, but simply put down his persistence and let his thoughts flow.

For a moment, the wind roared and rushed into the sky.

Gods have thoughts, and heaven and earth echo.

The strong wind blows the water, and the trees destroy the mountains. The mountains of Cangliu have become turbulent.

The dark clouds rolled over and swallowed the bright moon. A snowflake fell quietly from the sky and fell on his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, heavy snow filled the sky.

Pictures flashed through my eyes, intertwined with past and present lives, and were all blurred and difficult to distinguish.

"Maybe this is just a big dream. When you wake up, you will be in the warm bed." When he first came to this world, he thought this way countless times.

At this moment, I looked up and saw only the wind and snow, the mountains were high and the road was dangerous.

Such wind and snow always reminded him of the hard and desperate climbing on the Ice Sword Cliff. It seemed that he had never come down and had been climbing upwards.

Even later, the human form was restored and he returned to the world again: entering Jiaping City, becoming an eagle wolf guard, killing Zhuo Zhibo, fighting against the old man of Sanshan... This storm and snow never ended.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, gradually falling on her shoulders, obscuring the rugged roads, and the mountains turned white.

All the pictures condensed and intersected, with a pair of warm cow eyes quietly watching him and listening to his own words.

"Brother Niu, are you so lonely too?"

In an instant, I suddenly understood that mood, just as he was staring at Xinyue, and just as he expected Li Long.

Before he knew it, the man's majestic back had become within reach. He just needed to step forward and pat his shoulder and said, "Brother Niu, I'm here."

He opened his heart, filled with wind and snow, and praised: "What a heavy snow!"

In his heart is the endless wind and snow, but in other people's dreams is the endless drizzle.

Outside the small town, the hazy sky was pressing against the desolate wilderness.

"Chenglu, hold on, I won't let you die. I will definitely kill the monster, save you, save everyone!"

Her beautiful face was also covered with haze, but her eyes were firm as iron, with a faint purple light. She gently placed her friend struggling in her arms, took off the treasure bags from her waist, and turned toward the small town filled with demonic energy.

Behind the mottled earth wall, men, women, young and old were lying all over the streets and alleys, with a blank expression and a blank look on their eyes, as if they were dead bodies, but their chests were clearly undulating and breathing, and a little dark spots swam across the whites of their eyes from time to time.

A ball of black mist filled the sky above the city, composed of countless black insects, but it is a very rare monster, miasma.

When she walked into the city again, the black fog yelled again: "You dare to come back, so stay here and turn it into my blood food!"

Everyone stood up, densely packed, motionless, only their eyes turned with her figure, silent and strange. With the order of the miasma demon, they suddenly roared in unison, hysterical, regardless of the tearing of the vocal cords, which was even more shrill than the howling of the beast.

Although the city is small, there are tens of thousands of residents. This sound is like a mountain collapse and cracking, which is enough to scare the timid people to death. It even shakes the drooping clouds and drizzle falls.

Under the raindrops, she didn't move, lowered her head and held the hilt of the sword tightly. Niu Juxia once told her that you should be determined in life and not be merciful. She always remembered it in her heart.

He also said: "Purple is the most respectful color, sword is the king of all soldiers. The sage king and wise ruler, the purple energy comes from the east. It sweeps the world, unifies the six worlds, and creates peace for all generations, and achieves great benevolence and great kindness."

So when she raised her head, her eyes were bright and bright, with a monarchy.

"The monster controls everyone in the city. If you want to save people, you must kill them!"

The sea of ​​people rushed in, and the sword energy swept away, and dozens of heads flew up, blood gushed in the cavity several feet, and there were also wisps of black mist.

A few drops of blood flew on her fair face, scarlet and dazzling, and her expression was still. She had to cherish every bit of true energy and could not be used to do such meaningless things.

The crowd controlled by the miasma demon was fearless and trampled over the headless corpse, crackling his knees and rushed towards him at a speed that ordinary people could not have.

She soared into the air, blew her head and landed lightly on the blue tiled house next to the road.

The crowd immediately rushed up like a tide. She twisted her waist, turned around and cut several people in half with a sword. Her internal organs slid down, blood splattered, and a few plum blossoms bloomed in her purple clothes.

Amid the roar of mountains and tsunamis, the roof she stood was like an isolated island, with "tides" constantly slapped up.

He didn't care about any exquisite sword technique, and even dared to activate the sword energy. He relied on the sharpness of the Nine Yang Sword in his hand, slashed horizontally and vertically, like a chopping hatchet. Wherever the sword edge went, flesh and blood were divided, muscles and bones were broken, and his broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky, and his purple clothes were dyed red in an instant.

The feet suddenly shook, and the standing was unstable. Under the pressure of countless people, the house was about to fall, and a middle-aged woman behind her took the opportunity to pounce on her.

She didn't look back and leaned back. With a muffled sound of "crackling" bones, the woman flew backwards, her internal organs were broken, her bones were broken, and a wisp of black smoke was spit out of her mouth.

Rumble! The house collapsed and the smoke filled the dust. She had already landed in the alley next to her. She glanced at her eyes and saw everything around her. She waved her sword and killed several people.

He tilted his toes, turned over the wall, and landed in a small courtyard paved with blue bricks, relaxing his muscles and regulating his breathing slightly.

When the crowd overthrew the brick walls and overturned them, she took advantage of the opportunity to kill another battle and withdrew from a courtyard before being surrounded.

She fought and walked in the city, fighting on every house and every wall, grasping every inch of time to restore her strength.

Men, kill, women, kill, elderly, kill, young children, kill.

The small town turned into a slaughterhouse, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing.

She was also covered in blood, but her eyes were clear and clear, without any mercy, without hesitation, and her actions were full of order and efficiency. She was neither cruel nor cruel and bloodthirsty. All of this was to save people, even if she only saved Hua Chenglu in the end.

Is it sad? Angry? Fear? I'm afraid, but there is another thing that implements her mind and sword edge, revealing a hidden essence.

It is precisely because of this kind of thing that many years later, facing the powerful demon general Strong Stone transformed by the killing stone, she was still able to fall into crazy killing without being disturbed by her natural magical powers, but she dared to wave her sword at it, which surprised Li Qingshan.

Although she was depressed for a long time before that, others thought she was full of guilt for today's slaughter. Of course, this kind of emotion existed, but only she knew it clearly that she was afraid of her current self.

Even Niu Juxia didn't know this.

I don’t know how many people were killed under the sword. How many hundred or how many thousand? I only remember that the last man and one sword slaughtered the whole city and finally killed the miasma demon. How old was she that year? How many more people have she killed now?

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered the sword, ignored the surging sea of ​​people in front of her, and smiled slightly at the sky: "Niu Juxia, it's not good to just break into someone's dream."
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