What is the experience of being forced to confess

That was a long time ago too.

The sky is covered with thick clouds, and the ground is scattered with shadows, like old scars remaining under the torrent of a huge sea.The still young Bian Xijun bid farewell to the fairy in the mountain, watching the golden peacock hovering and flying in mid-air, its stretched tail feathers were like a brilliant neon glow.At that time, the wind and snow were just beginning, and the pale thin ice formed on the wilderness, which seemed to be ignited by this brilliant gold. The dead wood branches were covered with crystal frost, which looked translucent, like honey-colored wax sculptures.

The fairy's voice is very old, like an old tree that has been torn and broken, tough and vicissitudes.He said: "Bian Xijun, we will part here, maybe we will meet indefinitely, but I still have something to tell you."

"Since you have been taught by me, you will be different from the common people in the future, and you will be able to rise to the top. But you have to remember that there are some things in this world that can make you, but can also destroy you. I hope you don't forget what I said..."

The sound of the wind came from afar, whimpering and roaring, echoing vaguely like beasts and birds in the mountains.However, Mr. Benxi just raised his head, and cast a brilliant shadow of the divine bird from above, shining like gold on his eyelashes.

"Immortal," he looked puzzled, "it must be a very serious matter for you to tell me so repeatedly. But can you tell me more carefully, what is that?"

The golden peacock's wings seem to melt into the clouds, dyeing the empty sky like fire.He sighed and said: "Ben Xijun, I can only say, you have to be careful, don't be fooled by love."

He raised his face and said: "However, there are many kinds of affection. If we talk about family affection, then I also have a younger sister. If it wasn't for treating her, I would never have entered this mountain, let alone meet you."

"There are many kinds of emotions, but if you are deeply attached to them, they all become obsessed. Mr. Benji, you haven't experienced it yet, so naturally you can't fully understand it. I only hope that when you encounter it, you can also think of my reminder... "

The fairy's voice echoed in the empty valley, and the glaring red cloud gradually spun under his wings, supporting the golden peacock to soar and dance.The sea of ​​clouds is like a broken wave, gently revealing the blue sky below, welcoming the auspicious bird that belongs to the sky to turn around.

Just when the Immortal was about to disappear completely, Bian Xijun rushed up a few steps and shouted in that direction with the loudest voice: "Immortal!——"

He shouted at the top of his voice: "You advised me not to be persistent, so why don't you go back to your hometown?"

He shouted with all his strength, floating around, accompanied by the howling wind in the mountains.The snow on the branches was blown off, and the beeswax-like golden snow fell to the ground, and it seemed to gradually melt.

Bian Xijun stood stiffly on the spot, only to hear the wind swirling, whistling, making his sleeves flutter.After a long time, he heard a faint sigh from above the clouds.

People always have to be paranoid about certain things, even if they are full of misery, it is difficult to give up.He was like this, and that immortal was not immune. From then on, he seemed to have vaguely realized his own destiny.

Later, when he saw Du Wuyu, he seemed to have realized something.Du Wuyu's action of tearing the blood cloth drew a bright light for him, which made him subconsciously pursue it, but fell into the dark shadows that could not see the sun.He obviously never forgot the Golden Peacock's words, but when he was in it, he couldn't control himself at all.

He is like walking in a deep and narrow valley, not knowing whether there is a way ahead, but he can only walk along without turning back.Just like now, with the wind and rain blowing against his face, his body was full of desolation, and he didn't know where to go except to keep moving forward.

Yufeng Island standing in the lake has not been visited for a long time.On the path, yellow reeds and green grasses slanted around, rustling from the rain.The vegetation nourished in the water is always prosperous and soft, as if they couldn't bear the falling and falling, their spines were bent, or they were knocked straight into the wet soil.

Benji-kun stepped on his shoes.The beautifully embroidered brocade was flooded with water, floating with a dull luster.And on his gorgeous robe skirt, the dark green peacock feathers are dangling wet and sticky, smeared into one piece, those twinkling eyespots are soaked, and some rain flows along the slender filaments, forming a trembling The falling water droplets and the remaining ones were wiped away with his fingers carelessly.

He is like a bird that still spreads its wings in the rain, exhausted, but refuses to stop.The wet cloth was wrapped around his body, heavy as a chain, Ben Xijun looked around, raised his face, the wind with raindrops blew into his eyes, and the eye spots of the bird feathers all over his body were dripping, like being swept away Miyu couldn't help crying.

He walked up the path slowly, reached the top, and stepped towards the gazebo step by step.His footprints were left on the muddy ground, very stubborn straight marks, like knife marks, stopped at the stone steps beside the pavilion.Benxi-kun squatted down, several pieces of clothes spread out on the ground, regardless of the muddy water, like a stretched bird's tail, he dug in the soil with his hands, carefully and patiently, and gradually dug out the buried things.

A dull blade of the sword was exposed in the soil, and it seemed to be able to become bright again after being wiped by Benji-kun's hand and washed by the rain.Bian Xijun seemed to heave a sigh of relief, like an animal digging for food storage, with a little force, he pulled out the two cut-off swords from the soil.His movements brought out a lot of clods, mixed with broken grass roots, and he brushed off the mud with his fingers. The broken sword turned, and the rainwater trickled down the edge, emitting a sharp light, and then subsided into gentleness. aqua blue.

The Gufeng sword is simple in appearance, and the body of the sword does not have too many decorations.Only the inlaid six glazed beads, stained with thick black old blood, are like six silent stones, and people can no longer remember their shining and bright appearance.Ben Xi-kun's fingers were rubbing against the originally smooth and crystal-clear jade, and the rain kept falling from his cheeks, hitting it drop by drop, covering the chaotic water marks.

When Du Wuyu built this saber, he found three beads as accessories.Bian Xijun felt that there were too few, so he found another one with better quality, but forced it to him.At that time, Du Wuyu said dumbfoundingly, these three glazed beads were prepared to represent his three styles of martial arts, and now there are twice as many, so what are they?

"That symbolizes you and me, and the oracle of heaven." He made a careless expression, as if afraid of the other party's rejection, and just stuffed the beads into the astonished palm.Du Wuyu was in a daze, and didn't catch it. The golden colored glass fell to the ground, bouncing around, like six restless light spots, jumping suddenly, dazzled people's eyes.

At the meeting in Huanglong Village, the three people who knew each other and became sworn brothers were the three colored glazes in the sword body.It seems to be clear, fine, and precious, but it is gradually covered with blood stains, staining the surface. In the vast smoke and dust, it changes its face and heart, and turns into a cold and hard stone. Even if the blood is dug away with hands Rust, but the light is hard to recover, and it can no longer see the original appearance.Bian Xijun still remembered that when the Gufeng sword was finished, he still asked Du Wuyu paranoidly, which bead was him and which one was the mantra of heaven?Du Wuyu smiled casually, Tianyu is the leader, so naturally he is the first one, and you are the second...

Bian Xijun's hands couldn't stop trembling, like a blind person, he tentatively slid down the blade of the sword, one, two... He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were wet and floating finely. The light of the water is full and ready to fall.Without the third one, the ancient wind sword is here, completely broken.

Broken, broken... The original situation, the original friendship, and even the three people at the beginning, if the sword can easily make up, can the broken things in the world be restored as before?

Ben Xi-kun exhaled in pain, like a wounded animal, moaning in pain in the vast rain.The drenched long hair is winding on the shoulders, with a few locks hanging down, hovering attached to the broken sword, and the silk ribbons and silk tassels wrapped around the hilt of the sword are fluttering in the wind, like branches trembling with ropes. It fell off, like a flower that was blown away from the branches, and it went away easily and instantly.