Looking Through the Mirror

The sword is a good sword, simple and quiet, held in the master's hand, and with the rotation of his wrist, a warm light is reflected.

The young man of the Yu tribe in black sat on a branch, leaning against the thick trunk, holding a mahogany pipa, and played a small tune slowly.The sunlight leaking from the crack illuminates the dust particles all over his body. He didn't condense his wings, but he still seemed to be going to the immortal. He didn't pay attention to the blood-soaked visitor, but just stared at the dial, his long and dense eyes Eyelashes covered his eyes.

The white-haired one didn't interrupt him, and went under the tree to meditate in an orderly manner, hugging Yuan and guarding one's position, waiting for the end of the song.

Although he is familiar with that piece of music, few people know it, let alone play it. The young man opened his eyes and counted the leaves covering the sky above his head, and said calmly, Mr. is a caring person.

The feathered man on the tree stopped, lowered his eyes and saw his sword, and gave a chuckle, half disdainful and half interested.

Come and come, what to do with your sword.he asked.

The young man raised his hand to wipe away the blood splattered on his face, and the stain that had not been wiped away was burned in the corner of his eye, like a mole.

What am I going to do without a sword.he asked back.

Yuren jumped down the tree with his pipa in his hand, and with his free hand, he easily lifted the long sword standing like a stone tablet and pointed it at the young man. A cold light flashed and shone into his golden eyes.

Yuren said, so you wanted to end this round with a neck-and-shoot.The irony in his tone was as strong as the aroma of the most mellow wine.

Hearing this, the young man suddenly rolled his eyes and laughed, so is the master planning to kill me to end all this?He asked, with a gleam in his eyes, as sly as a little fox.

Yuren narrowed his slender eyes, and then re-inserted the sword into the ground in front of the young man.He saw the curvature of the young man's lips, and he also laughed.

It was so quiet in the deep forest that even the chirping of birds could not be heard.The wind lightly jumped over the treetops without even disturbing a single leaf.

The young man of the Yu tribe smiled, turned around and raised his hands behind his back and replied in a breathy voice, I have no intention of killing dragons, nor do I intend to kill you.

The author has something to say:

Fascinated by the Yuhuang holding the pipa horizontally.

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