If the sword of Xuanyuan sword has a soul

After Dugu Ning Ke came and Xuanyuan Sword cried for a while, Yu Wentuo remembered that Xuanyuan Sword Spirit should be given a proper name.

After thinking about it carefully, and asking Xuanyuanjian for his own opinion by the way, Yu Wentuo finally decided on a name for Xuanyuanjian.

Yu Wenyi, after his stature gradually grew, he took the word Ziqiong.

Xuanyuanjian with a name, oh no, Yu Wenyi smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, as if the person who cried until his heart broke that day was not him at all.

When Yu Wentuo saw him, he felt that he was a child.

The passing of time is like the sharpest sword, one knife after another, one sword after another, methodically cutting off the time that has passed, and there is no room for return.

In March 616 AD, Yu Wentuo began to build the Tongtian Pagoda.

Without the precarious Sui Dynasty, Yu Wentuo's Tongtian Tower is no longer paved with bones, stained with blood, and the full treasury is enough to pay for the materials needed to build the Tongtian Tower and the food and clothing of the conscripts. .

During this period, Dugu Ning Ke went to Yu Wentuo's mansion many times, but Yu Wentuo avoided seeing him.

Yu Wenyi hid aside, secretly watching the woman he hated leave, smiling extremely happily,

May 616 AD.

Yu Wentuo opened a letter, and a line of words was neatly written on the paper: Chen Fu led Chen Jingchou to Fumo Mountain, looking for the Kunlun Mirror.

He raised the letter paper and burned it, and the fire light reflected on Yu Wentuo's ice-like face, giving birth to a hint of anticipation.

It's finally time to wait for you.

Chen Jingchou.

It's the day, and the plot of Scar of the Sky officially begins.

Yu Wentuo, who is already 28 years old, has become a tall and straight young man, with sharp and sober eyes of different colors like sword light, and serious eyebrows. No one in the world dared to look directly at his face.

There are really some people in this world who become more and more powerful as time passes by.

It is so prosperous that no one in the world can match it.

In June, Yu Wentuo appeared outside the customs, took the Turkic royal court, and launched the blood formation of all spirits.

12 people died.

Yu Wentuo held the blood spirit bead in his hand, and a trace of sober compassion overflowed quietly from the frozen pupils of different colors.

This is not the first time he has activated the magic circle of all spirits.

As early as when Yu Wentuo was fighting in the north and south in the name of the Sui Dynasty, he was already preparing for today.

Even if it is a foreign race outside the pass, it is still the life of a living person.

36 lives, the lives of all descendants of Yan and Huang in the entire land of China in the Central Plains.

Which is lighter and which is heavier?how to choose?

Where in this world can anyone truly measure the weight of life?

How can anyone in this world truly and accurately say that the common people in the world are more important than those 36 people?

No matter which one you choose, there will be a sea of ​​blood and bones everywhere at the end.

This has nothing to do with justice.

Because choosing either side is justice, and neither is justice.

Don't think about real justice.

Yu Wentuo only wants to be worthy of his heart.

If it is really a sin, it is nothing more than bearing the word.

"Those who undertake major events must be able to keep the overall situation in mind, and not be afraid of bearing a bad reputation, so as to save more people with their strength."

If he can't even do the word "undertake", how can he be worthy of the word "Yu Wentuo".

He is not him, he is also him.

It's just that no matter who it is, they absolutely don't want to see the spirits of the Central Plains perish and fall into the never-ending war. In contrast, all these other things are nothing more than insignificant things.

No matter who they are, they are so rational that they are almost cold.

At the beginning of July in 616 AD, Yang Guang was suddenly in high spirits and wanted to go on a dragon boat parade, and Yu Wentuo silently accepted the decree.

Twelve days later.

Tuoba Yuer appeared.

Yang Guang lay lazily on the soft couch in the dragon boat, watching the beautiful woman in the center of the dance floor twirling and moving, raising her legs and lowering her waist.

Yang Guang walked slowly to the bed and walked to the side of the beauty.

The beauty stopped her dancing posture and lowered her head as if shy. Yang Guang circled around her and raised her hand to lift the beauty's face.

The distant mountain brows and amorous eyes are not only beautiful, but also have a wild breath that Jiangnan women don't have.

It was like a galloping horse recklessly on the prairie, proud and dazzling.

Yang Guang let out a 'huh', a few sparks fell from the bottom of his heart in an instant, and finally ignited into a raging fire.

But before he could hold his little hand and kiss his mouth, the beauty turned her face.

Slapping Yang Guang's hand off, a long knife inexplicably appeared from the beauty's body, and went straight to Yang Guang's chest.

With an ahhh, Yang Guang fell backwards, and just happened to escape the knife's edge.

"Help me!"

Yang Guang shouted.

Tuoba Yu'er opened her beautiful eyes angrily, and slashed at his face with a knife.

The long knife pierced through the air, and Yang Guang could even hear the sound of the blade cutting through the air.

The author has something to say:

Girls, thank you for your continuous support. This is my last manuscript. I thought I could write for another half a year to finish all these pitfalls, but something happened at home in the past few days, and I have no energy and energy. Keep writing, I don't want to be selfish anymore, I'm 20 years old, I'm an adult, what should I do for my family, I just hope there's still time.

I know I am very irresponsible to you, sorry, I will come back to finish writing these things in two years time, hope to see you then.

Thank you very much for liking what I wrote, I really can't bear it, my dream, and you.

But I have no choice, the last sentence, cherish the people around you, don't be stupid and selfish like me, and only regret it when things happen.