I sat on a bench on the side of Wuling East Road. The paint on the bench was peeling off, giving people a feeling of oldness and desolation. I smoked Hongtashan alone, and the misty blue smoke turned into fog. This was a fragmentary impression.
, lightness, slowness, come back together with my life. Sometimes, I see things after death. In my body, it is composed of these abandoned remaining things. They seem to be declining, but they are life.
The indispensable part of the world; covered up by all kinds of sudden confusion.
I always remember their dark branches,
Like anyone dissolves in everyone.
I have a lot of worries this summer; even though, I told Mo Wu, we gain something because of those losses;
I just don’t want to see more troubles. I think the peach blossoms will wither and bloom again next year, but some people have walked away alone and ended up nowhere. Just as I set foot on the unfinished road, I will
Listen to its sound; this order is all up to us, and even if we are vigilant, we will not be left out in the future. See also between them, those that are close, those that may be repeated, all that stretches to the horizon
They are changes. They do not become nothingness, but become something that does not yet exist. Therefore, some of the beautiful things hidden in the night make people feel the various realities and sorrows of life.
Just like the ups and downs of the past, silhouettes gradually appeared at the end of the road, the faces of ethnic minority women.
And those wind sounds suddenly appeared and disappeared immediately, and the moon shone like clear snow.
When I was about to leave, a dozen ghosts on horseback came running from a distance. The warriors on the horses were wearing light helmets.
Everyone has a big knife on their back, and the red silk on the knife dances in the wind. The style is also powerful.
It is the reflection of this thick line that creates a shocking color once it is dyed.
They all have a desolate frontier color and distinct characteristics of military life.
A young man at the back of the palace, with a majestic style, shouted, "Xiao Ye, wait a minute!"
The person who came was none other than Huang Dingfeng of Longcheng. The Blood Sword Technique practiced by Dingfeng was only passed down by the master to the nine disciples with the highest talents. When the sword wielder danced with the sword, he could only hear the wind of the sword, but no one could see the wind.
Flowers fall towards the opening.
He said with a stern smile, "I have already handed the letter I brought to Trojan of the Hittite cavalry. Now I feel like drinking. Would you like to invite me? I said, yes. So we walked to the inn and drank together.
After playing a few old songs, everyone was so selfless and chatting and laughing. Dingfeng, who was already drowsy due to alcohol, seemed to suddenly wake up again. His eyes were vague and uncertain in the distance. After a long time, he slowly asked me, have you ever seen anything in your life?
Who is the scariest person you have ever seen?
He is a strange apostle whom I have never met before.
Dingfeng asked, where did he see him?
I said, in a shabby underground city.
Just because I can't say it, it's scary.
Huang Dingfeng asked, who is more powerful, Mo Wu or this strange apostle? I said, I don't know.
He asked me again, if it is Wu Siyin, what will happen? Who is more fierce? I said, I don't know.
I was walking through the wilderness west of the city; I saw this:
There were two diverged roads in the yellow woods. It's a pity that I couldn't take both roads at the same time. I chose the one walked by a few people. That made all the difference. Sometimes, I doubt whether there is a whole,
Everything is different and therefore of the same kind; for a moment I thought that the curved shadows around me were covered by sadness, with some common desolation. So I told Dingfeng that I was just a little sad.
I just looked at it like that, and naturally and with a smile, I remembered the existence of a moment. Suddenly, only his profile was left there. It was like walking elsewhere, often seeing those phantoms, and hiding in the depths of the shadows, unable to see them.
The gaze of names; about those leaks, contradictions, doubts and contradictions, blown far, far away by the wind.
In the past, I didn’t know how to discuss the two situations: just like the prosperity of life was destroyed by human hands, and the symbol of death seemed far away. Since I saw Wu Siyin, I suddenly understood the spiritual quality in it. I rarely saw it before.
I had never seen him use a knife before. I even thought that he had no kung fu and had never seen him become a demon. However, the day I first arrived at the northern end of the Five Elements Continent, I was besieged by the attack group of the Su Ye Team, but I finally saw the terror of Wu Siyin.
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At that time, I relied on my meager magic to resist the enemy leader, walking and retreating in the alleyway.
The sky is getting darker, but looking from a distance, reinforcements can still be seen:
The moonlight shines on the spire of the Octagonal Pavilion, showing a person and a knife.
This man has murderous intent. He is holding a knife tightly in his hand; a pale hand, a pitch-black knife! His knife seems to be filled with death! The person coming is none other than Wu Siyin. Wu Siyin turns around and faces the jade in the moonlight.
Su Pu suddenly asked again, how many of you are the only ones left in this place?
Yusup said: I knew you would come. But how could you let us go two years ago?
Wu Siyin said: It's a pity that I have no choice.
Yusupu said: Me neither. But, are you being arrogant?
Wu Siyin said in a low voice: I just know one thing. As soon as I draw the sword, you will die.
Yusupu's face suddenly twitched. After a long time, he asked: Are you sure?
Wu Siyin smiled and said: When you are waiting for me, I am also waiting.
I saw Wu Siyin's face change profoundly, and everyone present was waiting: Yu Supu suddenly launched an attack. He struck quickly and drew his sword with his backhand. The sword energy was mixed with the magic seal, and it was majestic.
, but when he was still half a foot away from Wu Siyin, Wu Siyin's sword had already come out. This sword even surpassed all the changes in martial arts, and was mixed with a bipolar sword style, short, terrifying, one after another,
With an indescribable and captivating power.
Yusupu immediately couldn't withstand his ferocious blade, so he retreated back. He shouted in shock, "When are you going to wait until you take action?" Seven other people suddenly appeared behind the bamboo fence. The seven people had nineteen moves, each with nineteen moves.
There were at least three of them, and more than fifty rays of cold light came over like a torrential rain.
Wu Siyin said, ha, how could I not see these tricks of yours?
He ducked and moved six feet away. The sword slashed again, and the eaves of the roof broke in an instant.
The power of the imperial sword was like a flash of lightning. He had slashed seven times in the blink of an eye. He was dead with all the swords! He was seen lying down to avoid the remaining moves of Yu Supu, and his body suddenly jumped up from the sword light, and with a sudden slash,
Bloody light suddenly shot out from Yusupu's body.
Yusup lamented: I have shown you what you are looking for, but you want me to die?
Wu Siyin laughed: What else do you want? This is my knife.
I just hope you understand one thing.
Everyone's behavior is exceptional.
Only your choices are not different.
At this time, the light suddenly dimmed. Night had fallen. The moon rose behind and hung motionless in the sky, shining its gray-white light on the earth.
Wu Siyin looked at the distant horizon indifferently, the sudden cold wind blew through his long hair, and the cloak behind him was dancing; there was also a white breath entwining his black armor; he rode the ghost motionlessly, standing proudly,
The meaning of life also slowly faded away under the horses' hooves, and the ground gradually turned into the frozen soil of the North.
There were nearly a thousand knights around him, and the entire phalanx was like a terrifying dead sea.
His black pupils flashed with complex colors, and he rushed to the enemy and said, Surrender or die!
He smoothly pulled out the imperial sword on his back. The blade and sheath reflected the pale brilliance, making the night cast a strange color. Several nearby pioneers let out mournful screams, but they charged forward with their halberds held flat.
Come over. Wu Siyin immediately launched a counterattack, and his knife cut off all the silver light at the same time. Just as the two sides of the confrontation passed each other, his knife cut through the heads of the Yi Cong on both sides. The last surviving scout, look at
The iron spear with its tip cut off in his hand couldn't help but drop the weapon in his hand and ran away in the opposite direction. Wu Siyin shouted to the defeated imperial guards: Just tell Miss Zhao that that person has returned, please
Don't forget the old contract between each other. After saying that, he put away the imperial sword, stepped on the ghost in the wind and jumped onto the roof. The broken night quickly disappeared in the taunting moonlight.