Chapter 79: The White Clothes Under the Misty Rain
【collect......】
Jiangnan, under the hazy mist and rain, in the green bamboo forest.
The faint sound of the piano plays, and white clothes play the piano in the gauze tent.
Raindrops slid down the bamboo leaves and soaked the winding gravel road.
A man in green clothes walked up with his hands behind his back.
The bamboo leaves swayed and clattered in symphony.
Tsing Yi stopped and stared at the bamboo house, his white clothes hazy.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, and bamboo leaves fell to the ground and danced in the air.
scold!
The cold light is biting, and the black clothes suddenly appear, directly taking the green clothes.
Qingyi twirled the leaves with his hands and flicked them with his fingers.
The bamboo leaves were sharp, and the man in black fell to the ground dead.
After a while, seven black-clothed men appeared suddenly and surrounded Tsing-yi in the middle of the city.
The sound of the piano is bleak and solemn, like a galloping iron horse, the sound of killing is everywhere.
The man in black clothes holds a sword and goes up, while the man in green clothes rises from the ground and soars into the sky, stepping on the top of the bamboo, like a monarch looking down on all living beings.
Zheng!
The sound of the piano is like a pipa!
Bo!
Raindrops fell on the bamboo leaves.
bite!
The seven black robes are like eagles striking the sky, and the sword tips pierce the raindrops.
Tsing Yi casually picked off seven bamboo leaves and floated them in front of her, popping them out one after another like playing strings.
Ding ding ding......
With seven crisp sounds, Tsing Yi fell on the bamboo house, his fingers trembling slightly.
The seven men in black clothes fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, and the sword in their hands was slightly buried into the ground. They lowered their heads slightly and raised their heads at the same time. Their sharp eyes were like swords piercing Qing Yi, and their murderous intent was even stronger!
"Sword rises..." Qing Yi shouted softly, his left hand behind his back and his right hand raised in front of him.
call......
A strong wind blew up, and the bamboo leaves flew into the air.
Then, the bamboo leaves were crumpled into a ball and turned into a green sword.
The seven black clothes tighten the body, as if facing a powerful enemy!
"Sword falls!" Qing Yi raised his right hand, turned it down, and then pressed it!
scold!
The long green sword rolled up the bamboo leaves and stabbed the black man.
The seven men in black came forward with swords in hand, and struck with all their strength.
boom!
The sword energy rippled, cutting through the bamboo body. The bamboo body fell over, burying the black clothes.
Qing Yi's body trembled slightly, and he jumped up from the bamboo house, shouting loudly: "The sword rises, the sword falls, the sword surges..."
Seven green swords emerged one after another, stirring up a storm and tearing apart the seven black clothes.
The green clothes fell to the ground, staring at the bamboo house, the light yarn danced with the wind, drowning the white clothes.
"Who are you?" Qing Yi asked, with a little indifference, a little weakness, and a trace of inexplicable emotion that could not be detected.
The white clothes are silent, and the bleak music of the piano disappears.
"Who are you?" Qing Yi asked again, with a slightly serious tone.
After a while, Bai Yi asked back, his voice sounding like the sound of nature: "Where is the sword in your hand?"
Qingyi's body trembled, and an evil spirit shot straight into the sky.
Buzz…
The sound of the piano is like a clear spring that washes away the heart. The evil spirit disappears invisible.
"Who are you?" Qing Yi asked for the third time, with a little anger.
"Is the sword in your heart?" Bai Yi asked again.
puff......
Tsing Yi vomited blood, staggered back and knelt on one knee, feeling depressed.
"How did you know?" Qing Yi asked sadly.
"Abandon the sword outside, keep the sword in the heart! But what about the supreme swordsmanship?" Baiyi asked for the third time.
Qing Yi smiled miserably, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Once, I thought that having a sword in my hand was the way of kendo, but one day, I realized clearly in my heart that having a sword in my heart was the way of kendo. On that day, I buried the sword in the Netherworld Stream.
, but embarked on a road of no return!"
"You ask me: Where is the sword in my hand? It's not in the Netherworld Stream, it's only in my hazy memory. You ask me, is the sword in my heart? The sword is not in my heart. The moment I buried the sword, I was driven away from the way of the sword.
Besides, he is even less worthy of holding a sword in his heart..." Qing Yi looked like he was going crazy, with two lines of blood and tears: "In this world, the supreme swordsmanship is a false belief, haha..."
The sound of the piano fell, and Bai Yi sighed: "Have you ever regretted it?"
Qing Yi stubbornly shook his head: "No regrets!"
"You really don't regret it?" Bai Yi's tone was slightly sharp.
"I really don't regret it!" Qing Yi's eyes were blood red and his voice sounded like thunder.
Bai Yi let out a long sigh, seemingly helpless, speechless, and a little sad.
"Have you ever heard the cry when the sword was buried?" Bai Yi asked.
Qingyi's body trembled, his blood-red eyes stared at the sky, the drizzle fell on his face, splashing a touch of desolation.
"Master, Bai'er can no longer be by your side, but I will pray for you under the Netherworld Stream!"
"Master, don't read Bai'er when you are dancing with your sword..."
"Master, don't be restrained when Hongchen asks, be more free and easy..."
"Master, if someone asks you today if you regret it, you must move forward bravely..."
"Master, Bai'er will miss you..."
"Owner......"
"Ah..." Qing Yi looked up to the sky and roared, the violent air blowing away the bamboo leaves all over the ground.
The sad music of the piano floated in the gauze tent, and the white clothes murmured.
Don’t read, don’t think, don’t know each other!
People are in front of people, people are behind people, and people are confused!
...
"You are..." Qing Yi shed tears of blood and was inexplicably excited.
Bai Yi sighed softly, hugged Qin and turned around to leave.
"Bai'er..." Qing Yi shouted, rushing into the bamboo house crazily. The gauze wrapped around her body, Qing Yi roared and tore it into pieces crazily.
"Bai'er..." The gauze fell to the ground, and Qing Yi stared at the white figure walking on the top of the mountain, crying and roaring.
Tsing Yi runs wildly!
The man in white clothes stood on the top of the mountain, turned around and stared.
"Bai'er, do you dare to let me look at you?" Qingyi Hu's eyes were bleeding like lightning, but all he could see was a hazy mist.
Tsing Yi rushed up to the top of the mountain, and the white clothes were hazy and gradually disappeared. Tsing Yi rushed straight up, and the white clothes turned into light spots and drifted away in the wind, leaving only the mottled guqin.
"Bai'er..." Qing Yi hugged the piano, knelt down and roared, two lines of blood and tears fell down.
"I regret it..." Qing Yi yelled crazily, hugging the mottled guqin tightly.
Buzz…
The mottled guqin vibrated softly, and the sound was like a clear spring washing the heart. Qingyi, who was in madness, gradually calmed down.
"Bai'er, I will bury you with my own hands on that day, and I will bury myself with my own hands on this day!" Qing Yi stood up, stared into the void, looked at the mottled guqin in her arms, with a soft smile on her lips, and jumped down!
"Bai'er..." A roaring voice wandered through the mountains.
...
"Bai'er..." Nie Chen, who was lying on the bed, roared angrily and sat up suddenly, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Wiping the cold sweat from his face with both hands, Niechen quietly walked out of bed, walked to the window, and stared at the dark night sky dotted with stars.
"Bai'er..." Nie Chen murmured softly, and the image of that lonely white dress under the hazy mist and rain appeared in his mind. A biting pain lingered in his heart.
Do you regret it?
"Who are you?" Nie Chen asked in a low voice, but no one answered.
Taking out a pen and a notebook from the drawer, Niechen opened a blank page and wrote a few words: Loneliness in white, madness in green, chilling in black, mottled guqin, bamboo house, bamboo forest, swordsman abandoning his sword to find the way to the sword.
!
Finally, Niechen struggled to write two words: Bai'er!
After that, Nie Chen sketched out a graceful outline with a pen: a lonely man in white clothes standing on the top of the mountain, staring up at him, but his face was covered by the gauze, and his appearance could not be seen clearly!
"Bai Yi, Bai'er... have there been past and present lives, and reincarnation? If so, where are you? If not, why are the dreams so real, and why is my heart so painful?
Pain?"
Nirvana stares out the window, his back is lonely, as if it overlaps with Qing Yi holding a mottled guqin in his arms!
