heroes without tears

A pillow of early cold dreams will not come true.

The thick hemp rope was wrapped around the wooden shaft, held by a pair of hands, and it slowly turned with a crackling sound. The sound of wood hitting bricks and stones came from the well, gradually rising.

The yellow sand in Liangzhou was blown up by the autumn wind. Travelers passed by. The water in the well was cold. He fetched the water, scooped it into a wooden basin, and splashed it on his face with his hands.

The water dripped down to the ground at his feet, his face was slightly red from the cold, and he wiped off the water drops with his sleeve. Looking back, he saw fallen leaves blown off the branches by the wind.

He looked at it for a while, and walked to the old tree like a ghost, raised his hand and broke off the branch that had lost all the leaves.Fingers caressed the dark branches lightly, nostalgia flashed across his eyes, he raised his hand quickly, held the branch and drew a sword flower, took a step back with his right foot, and held the sword formula with his left hand, following memory and body instinct , A set of Lingyunzong's Jinghong swordsmanship was displayed.

"The brocade in the cloud mountain, the dew in the morning. The shadows in the sky, the snow in the wind." The teachings of the elders of the teacher are still in his ears. He closes his eyes and remembers every move in his heart. Think hard.

He jumped up, stepped on the old tree to wipe the branches, and leaned over with his sword, and jumped down like a goshawk hunting, the branch in his hand swung down, and split on the calm water in the wooden basin.

The feet in straw sandals hit the ground, kicking up a circle of dust.After a long time, he slowly put away his movements and looked down at the branch in his hand.With a "click", the branch broke in two and fell to the ground, while the water in the basin returned to calm after a burst of ripples.

He looked at the broken branch and showed a self-deprecating wry smile.

"You've seen it all." He said softly without turning his head.

The man in red behind him was leaning against the door with a Thousand Bone Umbrella painted with Yuhua Stone in his arms, and said, "The sword's intent is broken, and the sword's energy is not condensed. It is difficult to compete with a strong enemy if you are strong on the outside and dry on the inside.”

He threw the branch, washed his hands with water from the basin, turned his back to him, and said in a relaxed tone, "Look, Shen Qingzheng is useless, aren't you disappointed?"

Gu Wulei was silent.

Only by comprehending one's own sword intent can one be called a real swordsman who has just glimpsed the way.With the comprehension of the sword intent, the sword you swing will be sharp, unstoppable, and invincible. This is the sword energy.Without sword intent, one cannot be called a swordsman. At best, he is just a martial artist with a spear and stick.Every swordsman pursues a higher sword intent all his life. Some people "cold the nineteen continents with one sword", some "rush the mountain with brilliance", and some "shock the crowd with the cold light out of the sheath". These are all the demeanor of a great swordsman .

And once the sword intent is shattered, this person will have a heart demon, and it will be difficult to regain the state of mind of going forward and fighting for supremacy. Without the state of mind, it is difficult to have sword intent.

Shen Qingzheng returned to the guest room, took Gu Wulei's purse to himself, asked the shop assistant for a plate of buns, and ate them with relish.

Gu Wulei sat across from him holding an umbrella, staring fixedly at someone who was devouring him for a long time, until Shen Qingzheng's swallowing speed slowed down unconsciously, and then slowly said: "As the saying goes, 'put it to death and then live'. It is said, 'Break and then stand'."

Shen Qingzheng took Baozi's hand for a while, and heard the young man in red say again word by word: "If you can't continue, you might as well overthrow it and start over."

After a long time, he stuffed half of the bun in his hand into his mouth, and said softly, "It's simple. But I don't care about swordsmanship anymore."

"Mountains and rivers are broken, families and countries are on the verge of death, people are displaced, bandits are rampant and enemies are rampant. How can a great chivalrous man stand by and watch? There are 18 and [-] people in the Lingyun Sect, and death is not worth it."

"Enough." He interrupted him, paused, but only said bitterly: "The buns are cold, eat quickly."

Gu Wulei snorted coldly, said no more, and did not touch the food in front of him.

"Aren't you hungry?" Shen Qingzheng asked thinking that this person hadn't eaten anything since last night.

"Eat yours." Gu Wulei seemed unwilling to talk about this topic: "Come with me after eating."

"Where to go?"

Gu Wulei didn't answer him, but after he finished eating, he took a skinny horse out of the inn's stable and sat on it by himself.

Shen Qingzheng was a little dumbfounded: "What about me?"

Gu Wulei flicked the whip, wrapped it around Shen Qingzheng's neck, tapped the horse's ears with the umbrella handle, and the skinny horse trotted according to his instructions.

"... Hey, oh!" Shen Qingzheng was dragged to run, and immediately broke down and shouted: "You can't do this to me! Stop! Stop!"

Gu Wulei turned a deaf ear and even patted the horse's buttocks. Passers-by on the road backed away one after another and looked at the two of them with surprised eyes.

Shen Qingzheng let go of his feet, quickly speeded up to catch up, jumped on the horse, the horse's back was bumped, and he stretched out his arms without hesitation to embrace the vile young man in red on the horse in his arms.

"Let go." Gu Wulei shouted.

"Don't let it go." Shen Qingzheng said rascally: "You dare to drag me away and tell you to try it out."

After finishing speaking, he reached out his hands to Gu Wulei's armpit and waist, scratched tentatively, and the young man in red froze, "You, take your hands away!" His voice trembled slightly.

I didn't expect such a cold-faced gentleman to be ticklish!Shen Qingzheng seemed to have found some fun, scratched his hands up and down, Gu Wulei couldn't hold back immediately, and even unconsciously staggered: "Haha...ha... take it away, take it away! Haha Ha ha……"

This scene was so satisfying, Shen Qingzheng said with a sinister smile: "Do you still dare to drag me away?"

"You... ha... you asked for it!" Gu Wulei's hard mouth was immediately exchanged for a more unscrupulous tickle. He struggled weakly for several times, and lay down on the horse's back: "Don't delay, no more!" Procrastinate...let me go..."

Shen Qingzheng accepted it as soon as he saw it. After all, he couldn't beat him now, so he hugged the exhausted young man, put it in his arms, and wrapped his arms around his waist to grab the reins. Only then did he realize that although Gu Wulei was slender, Underneath the robe was a little thin and skinny, holding her to the bones, coupled with that helplessly flushed handsome face, it seemed a little pitiful for the first time.

Gu Wulei gasped for breath, and did not forget to lightly tap the horse's ears with the handle of the umbrella, and the thin horse trotted away carrying the two people. It was impossible to tell that the horse looked old and thin, and it was carrying two people on its back. The big man seems to be carrying only one person, and it doesn't seem to be very difficult.

Just like this, he went eastward all the way, stopping to drink water, feed horses, and buy food. Although Gu Wulei never said where he was going, Shen Qingzheng's expression became more dignified as the scenery around the roadside changed.

After about half a month, the two finally arrived at the boundary of Xingqing Mansion.

A majestic silhouette of Helan Mountain glows with the color of deep snow under the winter sky.

When the horse reached the halfway up the mountain, they couldn't climb up. The two tied the horse and climbed up the stairs.

Walking through thousands of steps, looking up, there is a towering but dilapidated mountain gate in front of you, with a height of four feet and six feet, and the inscription "Lingyunzong" written in vigorous and powerful brushwork, but this should be a magnificent sword sect mountain gate, but now it is It is dilapidated, the plaque is stained with some years of black, mottled with cobwebs; beside the mountain gate, there is a huge stone tablet carved with a sword: "The cold light and clear shadow go with the wind, and a blue rainbow shines on the blue sky", but it was taken from it. It was split in two, and moss grew out of the middle.

——The Helan Mountains in the southern part of the Saibei River in those days are now yellow sand with dry moraine and no grass.

He caressed the broken stele, and his hands were covered with dust.

Step into the door, but see desolation and decay everywhere.In my ears, I seem to hear the clash of swords and the loud shouts of killing that I often see in my dreams.

"The disciples of the Lingyun Sect listen to the order, and use their bodies, blood, swords, and souls to protect our great Song rivers and mountains from breaking!"

"--kill!"

Hunting in white clothes, Lingling Qingfeng, the elders in the door waved their swords and pointed them directly.

The wind and snow fell from the swordsman's shoulders, watering the golden dew plums in the courtyard, hot blood fell on the Chilian bridge paved with thousands of rain flower stones in Lingyunzong, and the brave on the eaves was chopped to pieces by the sword energy.

Suddenly there was a sound of exclamation, and the young man in white who was fighting the Xixia enemy was startled, and when he looked back, he saw a sword.

It was a sword that was so dark that it seemed to be able to absorb all the light in the world. It was three feet and seven inches long. It was held in the hand of a swordsman dressed in fur, but the other end cut off a disciple's neck.

"Sura Sword Dao!" A shout came from the hall, and Master Qingyang raised his sword: "Your opponent is me!"

Master Qingyang's sword intent is a rainbow that pierces the sun.After sitting withered all night and all night facing the downpour, at the moment when the morning light appeared and the rain stopped, he drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed out a sword that was extremely fast, stable, bright and silent. At that moment, The Qingyang sword was singing wildly and joyously, and all the sects looked up - it was just the clouds and the rosy clouds, and the white rainbow piercing through the sun.

——Sword intent is accomplished.

But today, it was the Qingyang swordsman who came with his sword and swung the ultimate sword that he concentrated his life's energy on.

Like light, like the sun, like a rainbow, the righteousness is magnificent, and the sky and the earth are eclipsed.

The swordsman beyond the Great Wall raised his black long sword to meet him.

What kind of sword was this, he seemed to see a black crow covering the sky, spread its wings to catch the white rainbow, its pitch-black beak opened and fell, and the white rainbow was actually pecked to pieces with just a light move.

Blood spurted out from the door of Ling Yunzong's head, and he firmly held the long sword pierced into his chest with both hands. The dripping blood fell on the snow. The swordsman outside the Great Wall condensed a pair of ruthless eyes, and stepped forward. Master Qingyang was forced to retreat. One step, two steps, three steps!Hitting his back against a tree, he couldn't retreat. He opened his mouth to say something, but only spat out bloody internal organs. The black long sword pierced his chest into the tree, nailing a generation of swordmen masters to the ground. tree.

"you……"

The white-clothed swordsman's eyes were loose, looking at the enemy in front of him, and it seemed to be looking at the distant sky.

"Master!!—"

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Lingyun Sect cried out, gritted their teeth tightly, and rushed forward to fight the enemy to the death!

The red blood reflects the setting sun, and the liver and gallbladder reflect the frost and snow.

The blood and remains of compatriots are everywhere.The young swordsman held his sword in front of him, and tremblingly faced the swordsman outside the Great Wall who was a few steps away. The swordsman had a pair of extremely ruthless eyes, as if everything in the world was only staring at him. The jet-black long sword was dripping with blood. leaving a long arc.

A terrifying aura that slaughtered tens of millions of lives rushed to the face, making people breathless.He thought of his master's shout: "Sura Sword Dao"—there are thousands of swords in the world, and only people who enter the Dao by killing are called the "Sura Dao"!

He walked towards him step by step, and he backed away step by step.

This is a strong man who is invincible to even a single move by the head master. I...

Suddenly, the young man seemed to be unable to hold the sword in his hand anymore, and when he let go, the sword fell to the ground with a bang.He was startled and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but was stunned.

The name of this sword is "Feiyun", and the master of the sect master gave it to him who had the most high hopes.Although it cannot be called a magical weapon, it is still a good sword for young swordsmen who are new to the rivers and lakes.Shen Qingzheng walked the rivers and lakes with Feiyun, no one in his generation could beat him, and everyone who saw him had to praise him as "the proud son of heaven."

But such a good sword was easily broken in two when it fell to the ground by an ordinary miss.

Even the edge of the sword seems to be dimmed.

The swordsman outside the Great Wall saw it, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, the swordsmanship in the Central Plains is so weak that it can't be defeated by itself! It is just around the corner for my royal court of Xixia to flatten the Central Plains!"

The swordsman laughed, blew off the remaining blood on the sword, and walked away, completely ignoring the only remaining young swordsman.

The blood-stained young swordsman in white was stunned for a long time, then knelt down on the ground exhausted.The blood of the same door flowed all over the ground, slowly seeping into the cracks of the thousands of rain flower stones on the Chilian Bridge, Broken Sword screamed from mourning until it returned to calm.

At this moment, he realized that his family and country had fallen, his sect was destroyed, and his own sword intent, which had been cultivated for more than ten years, was also shattered by the powerful enemy.

——The intent of the sword has been destroyed, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for this body to be a swordsman and gallop across the rivers and lakes.

Before he knew it, he came to the back mountain of Lingyun Sect.

Countless heroic souls from hundreds of years before and after the sect are buried here.

I picked a few clusters of purple chrysanthemums from the side of the road, and placed them solemnly in front of the 310 eight graves one by one.

Kneel in front of each grave and kowtow seriously.

The young man in red held an umbrella and followed step by step, silent for a long time.

After paying homage to his old friend, he stood up and looked back at Gu Wulei.

Under the dusky sunset, the red brocade clothes, the thousand-bone umbrella, the skin is more than snow, and the body is like a sword.The young man stared at him quietly, there was no shadow beside his spotless brocade boots.

He stretched out his hand to him, Shen Qingzheng was silent for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing with a choked sound, and stretched out his hand to hold it tightly.

Gu Wulei lowered his head and looked at that hand, with calluses between his fingers that had been honed from years of sword practice, and the fate line that was perpendicular to the wrist was crossed by two horizontal lines, forming continuous twists and turns, which seemed to indicate the fate of the man's life pile up.

"Help me make a comeback."