A bright thin line projected from the sky, linking to Tugulu's body, which had lost its breath. Kanshuge Free Serial Novel Reading Network

A distant flute sounded, and the blue figure slowly walked forward to Tu Gu Lu's side.

The sound of the flute seemed to be inconsistent with the principles of heaven and earth, and some qi in the sky and earth were pulled and rushed towards Tu Gu Lu's body by the sound of the flute.

At that moment, Tu Gu Lu's body gradually turned into a dot of light, dissipating like a stream of light, and his heroic soul also merged into the bright thin line at that moment, and followed the thin line and quickly headed towards the starry sea.

This was not a short process, but during the whole process, there were still shouting and screaming and screaming together on the battlefield, but suddenly became quiet.

It’s not because of the awe of Tugulu’s death.

But the mourner in blue clothes, the pressure that permeated her body was really terrifying.

Even the stars of the barbarians present seemed submissive at this moment, let alone those ordinary soldiers.

When Tugu Lu's heroic soul had disappeared from the starry sea, the melodious and strange magical sound of the flute came to an abrupt end.

The mourner in blue gently pinned the jade flute in his hand to his waist again. She turned her head to look at the man beside her who lowered his head, with a weak breath, but insisted on straightening his back.

She said, "You haven't had much time."

"Yeah?"

The man did not raise his head, the starlight above his head gradually dimmed, and the old man's phantom had dissipated at some point.

His voice was extremely dull, making it difficult to tell the joy and sorrow in his heart at this moment.

"Yes." The woman nodded, and finally said, "You can't go to that sea of ​​stars."

"Sword Spirit, is it just a sword spirit after all?" Bei Tongxuan raised his head and looked at the mourner in blue and asked.

"Sword Spirit is the sword spirit after all." The woman's response was exactly the same as Bei Tongxuan's question.

A lonely look appeared on Bei Tongxuan's face, and he reached out to touch the sword body of the Ten Directions Divine Sword in his hand. His movements were extremely gentle and slow. His slender fingertips trembled, which shows some fluctuations in his heart at this moment.

The straight sword body of the Ten Directions Divine Sword also began to tremble at this moment, as if it was telling the reluctance in its eyes, and as if it was performing its final farewell.

"I have been a sword spirit for thousands of years, but I can't stand the panic in this world for decades."

Bei Tongxuan said to himself, as if he was so melancholy, but he didn't know how to express it.

"Go, go find your real master." The sword in Beitongxuan's hand gently passed over his head, and a bright spot of light flew out of Beitongxuan's body and fell into the Ten Directions Divine Sword. It was the inherited star spirit of the Yuheng lineage. At that moment, the shaking of the Ten Directions Divine Sword became more and more violent, as if it was resisting these things, but in the end it seemed that it could not resist the summons of some things. He finally let out a long sword sound, and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed into the distant starry sky, jumping towards Xilingguan.

Bei Tongxuan raised his head and watched the streaming light turned into the magic sword flying further and further, until he could no longer find it. At this time, he lowered his head and looked at the woman in blue.

"It's very hard to be too good, right?" he asked, with a little more warmth in his tone, and he even began to turn into a light spot at this time and slowly dissipate.

The woman glanced at Bei Tongxuan's body that had begun to dissipate, and she was patient and not in a hurry to bury her.

"No love, no hatred, no sorrow, no joy. How can one say hard work?"

The woman shook her head and said.

"I was a sword spirit that I had been a sword spirit for thousands of years and had borne my own wisdom, and I witnessed the magnificent life of generations of Yuheng descendants."

"I have no love, no hatred, nor no sorrow or joy. But I have doubts. What exactly makes those descendants of Yuheng die calmly and suffer for the rest of their lives. I don't understand, but I want to understand."

"So when the master asked me if I wanted to be a human being, I agreed to him without thinking."

"I want to know why people laugh, cry, love, and hate. I think if I don't taste the taste, maybe it would be in vain for me to be a sword spirit for thousands of years. Aren't you curious about why she left such an obsession in your heart, even as the supreme, it would be hard for you to resist?"

Beitongxuan said slowly, the calmness of the dying person should not belong to the dying person in his voice.

"" Qingluan was silent after hearing this. "I don't understand, nor do I want to understand."

"Come back quickly, the road ahead is very difficult. Tianlan needs you, and he also needs you." A smile appeared on Bei Tongxuan's lips. He keenly noticed that Qingluan's expression had changed very slightly on his face just now. He saw some hope from that change.

"" Qingluan frowned, and there were some ripples in her calm heart at that time, but she didn't like this kind of thing. She picked up the jade flute on her waist again and said softly: "Your time is up."

A melodious flute sounded at that time.

Bei Tongxuan felt weak. He knew that his body would be buried on the earth, and his soul. No, he had no soul, or his soul could not be called a soul. Since it was not a soul, it could not go to the starry sea, and it would naturally be buried. For eternity, reincarnation for thousands of years, there would be no Bei Tongxuan in the world.

His body could no longer support his body. He fell down with a bang, but the small sound was inexplicably deafening, as if Mount Tai collapsed.

This monument that has protected Xiliang for more than ten years finally fell down.

He looked at the starry sky and recalled his life for the last time before losing consciousness.

On Zangyun Mountain, a young man achieved the success of the star. He was held in his hand for the first time. He said, "Five directions, from today on, I will be the star of the Yuheng lineage. You will be with me for the rest of your life, with your sword to the world, and you will be the heroic and righteous, so happy."

At that time, the young man was full of heroic spirit and passionate.

Later, the Han court collapsed and the world was in chaos, and the boy had grown into a man.

He stood on the battlefield in Shu, with millions of rotten corpses under his feet, and he was covered in blood, and he was also covered in blood. He asked him: "In all directions, the master said that protecting the people is the destiny of heaven, and the destiny of heaven is also the destiny of heaven. Since I want to protect me, why should I have to cause another destiny? Since I want to cause a disaster, why should I have to protect me?"

At that time, the man had a slut on his face and his eyes were no longer disappointed in his glory.

It was another decades later, and the man was already gray-haired.

One day, he sat in Tianlan courtyard, looked at him in his hand, and gently stroked its sword body. He said, "Someone in all directions has disrupted the secrets of heaven. I can't find my disciple. The Tianlan lineage may be broken by my hand."

At that time, the old man frowned, and his eyes were filled with indescribable worries, for the heaven and the people.

Finally one day, the old man suddenly asked him: "Shifang, are you willing to be my disciple?"

Although he had been through thousands of years at that time, he simply thought of a piece of paper. However, no matter what, he yearned for people, and what he saw for thousands of years made him have a strong interest in people.

So the old man used some secret techniques to make him a body, and he walked into Tianlan Courtyard as a man.

He started as a child and understood everything that everyone would experience in his life.

He respects his master and Tianlan's purpose.

He grew up slowly and slowly learned how to be a person.

One day he met her and fell in love with her.

It should have been a wonderful day, and he was addicted to it and could hardly extricate himself.

But the master's order was not allowed to be disobeyed. He said goodbye to her, came to Xiliang alone, began to hide his identity, and began to make many choices that he thought were not right but had to make.

Finally, one day he could return to Chang'an, and he thought he could marry him a wise matchmaker to make up for his mistakes over the years.

But a question of whether it is the common people or her was placed in front of him.

It’s not that he has hesitated, it’s not that he has never had any hesitation.

But he finally chose the people. This is a question with no answer. No matter what he chooses, he is destined to feel guilty for it all his life. He had expected it when she fell in his arms.

Otherwise, how could he toss and turn every time in the future, and he would never sleep at night?

He thought about these years and these things, and finally the scene in his mind was finally frozen in Chang'an that night.

She was dressed in red and her face looked like a peach blossom.

He was covered in plain white and looked like a person.

She came to marry him and he went to see her off.

He stretched out his hand with the last strength to reach into his arms, and he wanted to read the story again.

But his hands were gone, and he had returned the book to Su Chang'an.

He was a little disappointed.

"Like smoke, if there is a next life, I," he said, but he stopped halfway through his words.

For the sword spirit, there is no next life

"Oh." He sighed again and looked up at the starry sky.

Through the layers of mist, he seemed to be able to see the hidden star.

"Master, the road to Tongxuan has been completed."

"I wish as you wish, the stars will shine forever, and the people will not suffer disaster."

After saying that, he felt a little tired.

His eyes finally slowly closed, and at that time he seemed to see the woman smiling at him again.

It is as beautiful as it was back then.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He whispered: "Goodbye, Beitongxuan."

Finally, the stars dimmed, and the sound of the flute gradually subsided.

But in the dark starry sky, the starlight still lit up.

"Why."

A distant sigh sounded, as if he had traveled through endless time to arrive here.

"Bai Heyuan. I want his life." That was the voice of an old man, sad and vicissitudes of life.

There was a long silence between heaven and earth, and then an equally heavy and deep voice sounded in the distance.

"Yuheng, you are dead. Do you still have to interfere in the world?" The words were naturally questioning, but they were a hint of compromise.

"So what if I die? If I don't want to die, do you really think that you can imprison me in the sea of ​​stars with the means of your Star Pavilion?"

"" The voice was silent. After a while, he responded: "Only this time."

The voice in the sea of ​​stars did not respond to him, but he agreed to his conditions.

At that time, a brilliant starlight shone down, wrapping Bei Tongxuan's figure that was about to turn into nothingness. The starlight seemed to carry some kind of power, and actually lifted Bei Tongxuan's body and took him step by step to the starry sea.

"You have finished the way you should take."

"You have kept the way you should keep."

"You can afford to be my disciple of Tianlan Academy and this star's death position."
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