The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 7

The light gold at dusk, seemingly illusory or non-existent, envelops the heaven and the earth mistyly.

In the gravel mountain stream, which is even less like a mountain stream, there is a red figure sitting facing the wind, his jaw lowered, his eyebrows are shining brightly.Her white hands caressed the simple and elegant brown boat piano, and the evening wind with a few tense breaths flowed through the scarred fingertips.

A red light flashed in Nan Sixian's eyes, and his spiritual energy surged all over his body, and he began to play the peerless song again.

In an instant, the sound of singing and piano resounded through the heaven and earth, and bright stars bloomed in this dilapidated mountain stream.

Love, revealing the youthfulness of a girl, and meaning, contains a clear mind of the Tao.

A world-shattering song, which arouses thousands of emotions, seems to wash away the vicissitudes of the world.Its style can also break through the clouds and turn the sea, and it can shake the ghosts and gods in the world without peer. Even if the spiritual light and the wind howl, it still can't blow away the murderous arrogance that covers the sky and the sound of the Tao.

"Fuxi purifies the world, Meteor cleans the dust!"

Nan Sixian was excited, and made a coquettish sound. With a flick of her fingers, the strings were lifted high, like a full moon bowing the strings. When the melody changed, a little bit of starlight was induced to dance backwards from the void, and plummeted down.

After all, it is the divine power of the Lingbao, but it is also aggressive even if it is forcibly transported with the cultivation base of the foundation establishment period.It's just that there seems to be some problems with the accuracy of her moves.

In the reverberation of the sound waves, without exception, the shining starlight was all facing her, attacking with murder and death!

But at this time, Nan Sixian seemed to be willful on the piano as if he knew nothing, and he didn't avoid it or dodge it, treating it as nothing.

The stars shine brightly, the cold wind blows dust, and the mountain stream under the setting sun is dyed with sunset and twilight.Just when the sound attack came, suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire space changed drastically.The bitter cold light brought countless ink-colored solitudes, and the buoyant sword energy weaved into a picturesque killing environment, quickly intruding into the player's strange environment constructed by the piano music.

Immediately, the sound of the starlight and piano collapsed, and the air wave hit the sky.In the sky full of snow and the world, I first saw a cold woman stepping out of the void with a little ink, like a sword fairy resigned from the world.

"You haven't mastered the piano music yet, why do you always force it regardless of safety?" Ji Xue's face was a bit dark, and her tone revealed displeasure, and reprimanded, "If I haven't arrived, what should you do?"

It has been a long time since she was asked by Xia Nan Sixian to teach her Fuxi's Jingshi Qu.Although Nan Sixian was obedient in the first few days, she tried her best to practice the technique every day under her guidance, but since yesterday she was asked to practice the artistic conception of the piano music by herself, she always came up with this kind of nonsense, repeatedly disturbing Ji Xue to deduce the sword moves It's really annoying.

"Hey hey, I'm impatient and want to practice quickly! Otherwise, sister Jixue, you can just stay here and stare at me, so I won't get carried away!" Nan Sixian flexibly cast the light in his eyes. Get off the piano, hug Ji Xue's arm, and shout sweetly.

snort!It's not this ice cube that always leaves her alone to repeat the boring piano practice, and hides to play with the broken sword.If he hadn't accidentally discovered that he could catch Jixue by bombarding him with music, and Nan Sixian was not a fool, how could he be so deadly.

It can be regarded as powerless to her frivolous habit, Ji Xue just pulled her arm out helplessly, stepped back a few steps, and said: "In the world, you can't be impatient in practice, so calm down. And... watching my swordsmanship too early is not good for you."

"Then, why don't you just practice swords for a few days? Playing the piano and chatting, calligraphy, painting, singing and dancing, there are so many things we can do!" Nan Sixian scratched his hand a few times regretfully, and complained dissatisfied.

A few days less sword practice?There are many things that can be done?

Ji Xue turned her back calmly, and said in an erratic voice: "On the way of the sword, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Don't slack off."

She lowered her head to look at those jade-like hands, left a sigh and then disappeared without a trace.

"My red-stained hands...can only hold the sword, and only the sword is left. You...you should practice hard."

The bitter soundtrack filled the mountain stream at dusk, mixed with the whistling mountain wind, filling it with a bit of desolation.The lonely person seems to hide her unique sorrow, and only the sword can help her a little.

Facing the departing person, the helpless Nan Sixian could neither call back nor speak.Looking away, the beautiful shadow is no longer there, despite the chill lingering, he finally swallowed his mouthful of arguments, clenched his fists, practiced the piano, and could only practice the piano.

***

Time passes like water, leaving no trace of ink.

Carefully putting on the red dress made by Ji Xue, Nan Sixian with a tangled expression bit her lips and pushed open the door of the bamboo house.

In front of her was that cold yet nostalgic figure, still sitting sideways on the bed made of fur as usual.

Before that, the black sword full of cracks stopped on the delicate white jade sword stand, and drops of charming crimson slowly slid down the treacherous sword body.She knew that it was the blood of Ji Xue.

"Ji Xue." Nan Sixian's voice was not as cheerful as usual, and there was a trace of sadness hidden in it, "Fuxi's Pure World Song, I can already play the first string well."

"Yeah. I know." Ji Xue's voice was as cold and waveless as usual, and she clearly sensed something strange, but she refused to ask.

Even though she knew she was always like this, Nan Sixian still couldn't help the soreness in her nose, and her tone was a bit crying: "I'm leaving."

After practicing the first string of Fuxi Jingshiqu, the system updated the main task and returned to Nanjia.This task not only limited the completion time, but also marked that if she did not complete it, there would be a fatal punishment.

To be honest, she didn't want to leave Tingfeng Valley.Although this dead ice cube is annoying and doesn't know how to be considerate of her poor girl's heart, Nan Sixian doesn't know why, as long as she thinks of parting with her, she feels a little depressed and uneasy.

But she really didn't dare to gamble.

This is the main line.No matter what kind of game it is, if the main mission fails, it will definitely end the game, right?And for her situation, the punishment for ending the game is very likely to mean death?

She doesn't want to die.

So, despite the reluctance, even though I don't know if I will see you again, I decided to complete this task first.

Hearing this, Ji Xue's hand on the black sword froze slightly, and after closing her eyes for a moment of silence, she replied: "Yes."

———Still like this.So cold and indifferent, it's chilling.

"I said I'm leaving! I'm leaving! Do you understand?!" Nan Sixian sniffled aggrievedly, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

Why even a word of persuasion, even the slightest bit of reluctance, refused to be given to her.Is it because you are not used to it, or you don't care at all.

"Alas. In the world, there is always a feast." Ji Xue pinched a fallen leaf between her fingers, and her cold voice seemed to be a little off, "Besides, you have been away from home for a long time, and you should have returned long ago."

With such a simple sentence, the swordsman like Xue blocked Nan Sixian's thousands of words in his throat, struggling to distort the pretty face of the girl but could not say anything.

It's time to go back, yeah, it's time to... go back.

Originally, she never wanted to stay by herself, it was all because of the reluctance of her stalking.

But in just a few days of getting along, how could He De make Ji Xue reluctant to miss her, a little girl like her who is worthy of building a foundation?

How stupid.

Nan Sixian stubbornly strode away from the small bamboo house, raised her head high, and refused to allow her disappointing tears to fall again, but she failed to notice that the eyes of the people behind her were full of what she had hoped for. That bit of reluctance.

Staring blankly, until Nan Sixian's red figure completely disappeared in the thick fog, Ji Xue silently withdrew her gaze from a distance.

There is a quiet sound in the empty valley, and the cold wind howls.

The ink sword mourns like blooming flowers, and the beauty is as cold as snow.

Everything remains the same in Zhujia Xiaoju, but———

"Sword, sword...don't worry about that noisy person, my heart should calm down, right?"

During the speech, the ink sword started, and the sound was shocking.With a turn of the hand, the sword was raised, and a black light snow scene suddenly appeared in Fenggu.The soul of the sword, the mind of a person, dances topple the heavens and the earth at this moment.

It is difficult to express the gloom in my heart, the ultimate swordsman, only, composes the most beautiful sword sacrifice in the sharp light.

The snow is flying all over the sky, the ink is pouring down, attracting people's fascination, and the sword is full of style.

However, even if the supreme sword strikes the mind, it will not stop the involvement in the heart, even if the state of mind is as clear as the moon, it will not be able to stop the confusion.

"It's fine to leave... It sounds like Fenggu, it doesn't suit her."

Yes.It doesn't match her four characters, it is completely literal.Ji Xue has lived here for more than a thousand years and never left the valley. Naturally, there is a deep meaning. Although it is somewhat imprisoned here to atone for his sins, there are more reasons for it.

Tingfeng Valley was called the Forbidden Land for Cultivators in ancient times, and it wasn't for nothing.

There are neither terrifying top-level monsters nor any natural formations here. It can even be said that the aura of heaven and earth is several times stronger than that of the secret realm.

Luck.This seemingly unreal thing is actually there.

The road to immortality is difficult, and accidents and calamities abound, and luck is the key to determining whether you can overcome the calamities or whether you will be happy.All the famous and powerful cultivators in history, without exception, are the owners of great luck.

And this Valley of the Wind is a terrifying place that will swallow up a monk's luck.Although some people are born with the rejection of heaven and earth and are plagued by bad luck, most of the cultivators are people favored by heaven and earth.

Come here for no reason to reduce luck and increase suffering on the immortal road, isn't it full of food?

Therefore, the cultivators who had suffered a lot spread the news out of good intentions, and in the end Tingfeng Valley was recognized as a forbidden place for cultivation.

Although cultivation has declined a long time ago, and the theory of luck has long since disappeared in the inheritance, Ji Xue, who has witnessed the genius falling into the dust, still knows this.

And this is the reason why she has been reluctant to stay with Nan Sixian.

That girl is still so young, and she has just started her journey of immortality and has encountered several adventures, and occasionally got a spirit treasure. If such a lucky person wastes it because of herself, how can it be feasible.

The mind has been made up, and the cold light cuts through the confusion.Ji Xue's last stance was lit up, and a Ji Ran sword energy swayed out, heading straight to the direction where Nan Sixian was leaving, breaking through the fog all the way for her.

The sword stops and the snow falls.Immediately, the world stopped the sound, only to hear the moaning of the ink sword, which could not stop.

"Yeah... I understand." Ji Xue put her sword back into its sheath, looked at the blue sky with her hands behind her back, and said softly, "With that person's affairs first, I will not ruin her life's glory because of my own greed."

She, who has captured the warmth of countless people's hearts, should live in a lonely place where no one can come, without the chance of warmth. This is the punishment she deserves.

"Sword, nameless. People, nameless. Prisoner's Heart Lock Dream Book is lonely."

"Ask the heavens, where will the remaining snow fall?"

"In this life... the only sword."

A sword of obsession is silent to commemorate the past, a pale person sings softly to remember sins.

The sky is covered with snow, ink marks are everywhere, and a lament of heartbreak and forgiveness is composed quietly.