The cold wind blew through the quiet bamboo forest, and the bamboo shadows danced, making a rustling sound. The sound reached the stone pavilion and was almost inaudible. The surrounding mountains and fields were full of wild flowers. In this late night of March,
The air is filled with the faint scent of wild flowers, which is refreshing and refreshing.
The quiet moonlight shines on the ancient Cangyun mountainside. The moonlight is like mercury falling to the ground, gathering invisible and quite beautiful.
The bright moon, hundreds of flowers, and whirling bamboo shadows, this fairyland-like beauty on earth, seemed to have lost its color in front of the woman in white sitting on the bench at the edge of the stone pavilion with her chin propped up.
That beautiful woman in white is like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady who is not contaminated by any secular fireworks. She is holy and refined, so beautiful that even heaven and earth seem to be captivated by her.
As for the other young man in the stone pavilion, he did not have such an artistic conception. He greedily played with the three-foot divine sword with a snow-white body in his hand, and his expression was quite vulgar.
Everyone could see that his eyes were full of greed at this moment, as if he had been coveting the divine sword in his hand for a long time.
"The edgeless sword, the thought of cutting off the dust, can be cut continuously in three lives and seven lifetimes..."
A faint but desolate chant suddenly sounded slowly in the depths of Ye Xiaochuan's mind and soul. The voice was sad and desolate, and seemed to be full of lingering sadness. Even though Ye Xiaochuan was ignorant about the feelings between men and women at the moment, he also listened to it in an instant.
The voice was filled with longing and pain.
"The sky is vast and the mortal world is noisy. What does immortality have to do with me? A pot of wine and a sword. Why is it so difficult? Why is it so difficult, so difficult..."
Senior Sword God Situ Feng seemed to be awakened by Zhan Chen, and his hoarse and desolate singing almost made people cry, especially the last few lines, which made people almost feel his heartbreaking and heart-wrenching emotion.
Pain and despair.
Ye Xiaochuan's expression suddenly changed at this silent moment. The wretched expression on his face gradually disappeared, and it seemed a bit sad and complicated.
He stretched out his hand, as if touching his most beloved woman, and gently traced Zhan Chen's sword body, which was as white as snow, between his fingers.
"Lian'er."
Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be possessed by someone's soul as he softly called out these two words.
Who is Lian'er?
Could it be that he is Su Qinglian, the master of the Chenchen-Zhanping Divine Sword six thousand years ago?
In his bright eyes, tears of tender longing slowly dripped down, across his face full of pain and sorrow, and fell on the white sword in his hand.
Snapped……
Tears dripped on the sword, turning into countless tiny water drops, like the most poignant flowers in the world, suddenly blooming on the sword.
But Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have no feeling at all about his strange feelings at the moment. One drop after another, his sad and desperate tears flowed down like broken pearls that couldn't hold back.
His whole body seemed to have fallen into some inexplicable mood, and he repeatedly whispered "Lian'er, Lian'er..."
Soon, the beautiful fairy Yun Qiyou, who was dressed in white as snow, noticed Ye Xiaochuan's unusual expression.
Is he crying?
She was confused and looked carefully, and sure enough she saw Ye Xiaochuan's sad and painful cheeks covered with tears.
She stood up and finally heard clearly the two words that Ye Xiaochuan was whispering in tears of despair and sadness.
"Lian'er!"
Yun Qiyou's expression changed instantly. The light in his eyes was bright at first, and then the light dimmed, seeming to turn into a bit of tenderness and infinite gentleness and attachment.
She stretched out her hand, and her white palm seemed to want to hold the back of Ye Xiaochuan's almost trembling hand.
However, when she stretched out her hand, something seemed to come to her mind, and she finally took her hand back.
Her lips moved, as if with a rare touch of tenderness, and she said softly: "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Xiaochuan's body suddenly shook, as if Yun Qiyou's four short and gentle words woke him up from that mysterious and strange state.
"What happened to me just now?"
Ye Xiaochuan looked around blankly, and was stunned when he saw the slightly concerned and gentle look of the woman in white in front of him.
Immediately, a heartbreaking pain hit his heart again. This time, he understood what was going on. This heart-wrenching and sad interest did not come from himself, but from the person living in seclusion in his soul.
Senior Sword God Situ Feng in the depths.
Short and distant memories floated in his mind like clouds, flashing quickly. He could almost see a man and a woman flying through the sky with a divine sword, enjoying themselves for nine days.
That man's name is Situ Feng.
That woman's name is... Su Qinglian.
boom!
At the moment when Ye Xiaochuan was lost in thought, a soft sound suddenly came from the quiet stone pavilion, disrupting Ye Xiaochuan's memory.
He came back to his senses and looked down, only to see that the dust-cutting divine sword that he had been holding in his hand had actually fallen to the stone slab at his feet when he was absentmindedly watching the memory of Senior Situ Feng.
Yun Qiyou in front of her moved her fingers, and the Zhanchen Divine Sword that had fallen at her feet flew into her hand. She staggered and sheathed the Divine Sword, but her eyes were full of complexity and weirdness.
She looked deeply at Ye Xiaochuan, whose mood was fluctuating violently just now, as if she was thinking about something.
In fact, despite her advanced cultivation and extensive experience, she never imagined that there was actually a remnant soul living in Ye Xiaochuan's body and soul at this moment, a remnant soul from six thousand years ago.
The wind blew gently across the mountainside of Samsara Peak, and the bamboo shadows were whirling. As the moonlight rose, this small resting stone pavilion gradually became dark.
Ye Xiaochuan was in a irritable mood and scolded Situ Feng in his mind for affecting his mood swings. He thought that if the remnant soul of the senior Sword God lived in his soul, it was indeed not a long-term solution. Inadvertently,
, one's own emotions will be affected by this residual soul.
It seems that I have to find a way to drive out the remaining soul of the Sword God Senior, otherwise I won’t know how I died.
The two of them just stood in the stone pavilion. After a long time, Yun Qiyou turned around and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."
After saying that, she took a step to leave.
Suddenly, Ye Xiaochuan said: "Female robber."
Yun Qiyou frowned and said, "What?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "After you defeat Senior Brother Qi Feiyuan tomorrow morning, your opponent the day after tomorrow will be me. How about our agreement?"
Yun Qiyou said: "Just tell me."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I know I am not your opponent, and we are not allowed to activate the Beidou Divine Sword Formation, but you have to give me enough face. When we fight, if you draw Zhan Chen, even if I lose, I will lose face."
There is light above."
Yun Qiyou said calmly: "If you want to force me to draw my sword in the ring, you don't have to ask me. With your strength, once you activate the Beidou God-killing Sword Formation, I will have to draw my sword."