223 When there is a cluster of water, what is the west wind

What? The Qingyu case is not dead yet? Hua Shen's heart was shocked, but she was happy again. The Qingyu case is not dead. If you inform Xia Gulin as soon as possible, there is still room for redemption!

Yao Ling continued to ask outside the door, "Brother Xia didn't say where he was going before he left?" Rose Mei replied, "I didn't say anything. However, the prince is very murderous.

Is it very murderous? Xia Gulin's enemies are all in the demon world. It is impossible for him to return to the demon world to kill people. So where on earth did he go in the human world? That must be an extremely important place for Xia Gulin.

Is it--

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Shushan.

The snow is clear and the fragrance is like a dream. The swordsman in white sat alone on the top of the frozen mountain and looked away at the thousands of miles of floating clouds.

When the appointment is made, it will come.

He turned his back to the green and snow-white of the whole mountain, waiting for the man in black to approach step by step. The blue sky in the vast sea of clouds in front of him is like a blue water in his heart. The man in black gently called him, "Brother."

Everything seems to go back to the past, the morning when the younger brother had just been admitted to the door. The younger brother woke up early, but pretended to sleep in the quilt. It was not until the younger brother got up and waited outside the door for a long time that he changed his clothes clumsily. He walked out of the room with a red face and stopped not far behind his brother. He was very reluctant to shout "Brother".

The years of Shushan, which were overturned by the vast snow, seem to exist only because you called me "Brother"...

Yan Lixi turned around and saw his younger brother whom he had not met for a long time. In the once intoxicating eyes, there is no soul now. He fell into the madness of losing his lover, and he was hungry and thirsty for a bloody fight. Yan Lixi said, "What's the matter with you coming to me?"

"I don't have any success left now. I need your help."

"If I help you, can you defeat the demon?"

"But."

Yan Lixi smiled softly. In the grassy, the good wine treasured by Uncle Guluan has been warmed. The two sat at the window and watched the snowflakes repeating the dead leaves. The dead leaves were overwhelmed and fell from the branches. Fresh avalanches fell all over the ground. Xia Gulin took a sip of wine and said, "Speaking of which, the fate of my brother and I is really similar. Shushan learns art, falls into the devil's way, and loses his beloved..."

So, what are you going to do? Looking for the demon to take revenge?"

"Yes. I want to sacrifice her with the blood of the demons in the world.

"What's the point of doing this? The dead are gone."

"When I said goodbye to Wufu that day, my senior brother left a message saying that he would wait for me in Shushan. Didn't he have expected this day?"

Xia Gu looked out of the window at the vast snow. In fact, there are many things that Master told Yan Lixi, but he had known it for a long time. The legend about the cluster water sword and the west wind sword.

A hundred years ago, Xiangshuo took the essence of the sky and water, the spirit of the spring breeze, the god of the full moon, and nothingness, and cast a cluster of water in the ice casting sword pool. The famous sword is the best in the world, and he has never won the master for a hundred years. Xiangshuo said that instead of waiting for the person who uses the sword, it is better to create a master who uses the sword. Within ten years, the talented teenager from Shushan will take away the world's best water swords.

When the water swords were famous all over the world, the world was not known about the west wind. Xifeng Jiujiu's exclusive casting sword pool. One day, he was stolen by the sword and slaughtered heroes. His murderous spirit was as bleak as the west wind and famous all over the world. Wulin people do not know the depth of the water cluster, and actually list the west wind and the cluster water together.

Only Xiangshuo knows the origin and strength of the Xifeng Sword. Xiangshuo forged the cluster of water thousands of times, only one handful, and the other 999 were just failures. One of them turned upside down due to the misuse of "West Wind", which was completely opposite to the imagined cluster of water. Sex is strong and domineering, and it will not be in the same room with another sword, otherwise it will be eroded. Xiangshuo placed the sword alone, but the stolen person mistook it for a peerless famous sword. After the sword became famous, the world was known as the Western Wind Sword, and Xiangshuo did not clarify it.

Except for Xifeng, the other 198 pieces of failure were destroyed. Only the west wind makes it difficult for Xiangshuo to be cruel. This sword is quite spiritual. It is unwilling to serve as a test product of the cluster of water, and it is not willing to fall behind the cluster of water. It is murderous, and the evil spirit is heavy. Xiangshuo only waited for the young swordsman in Shushan to take away the water. The west wind disappeared from the water. Maybe the evil was a little peaceful. Therefore, I have always condoned it.

Until the expected time, the Shushan teenager finally came to the exclusive sword casting pool. But two came. One is like a cluster of water, diluted and calm, elegant; one is like the west wind, quiet is unfathomable, and moving is sharp. Fate is exquisite.

Before the two chose the sword, Xiang Shuo deliberately hinted that the sword they chose today would hint at their future fate.

It was only a few years, and Xiang Shuo's words confirmed it. Although Yan Lixi, who took the cluster of water, was forcibly taken into the demon altar by the demon general, he was bound by his body and mind after years. Although Xia Gulin, who took the west wind, was known as the head of the six princes, he lost his love, he extended the killer to the innocent people in the demon world. The fate implied by the two swords seems to be the opposite, but in fact they are the same.

Like the west wind cluster water born from the same root, the two brothers have never abandoned each other, and they are also enemies and friends; if the west wind is unwilling to fall behind the cluster of water, Xia Gulin chases Yan Lixi as his opponent all his life; the sword front of the west wind clustered water outlines the fate. Both Xia Yan and both have experienced Shushan learning skills, strayed into the magic cave, and lost their love. Although the causes are different, they are quite similar. The sword in his hand has long represented the person who uses the sword. The fate of the so-called swordsman was seen through by the swordsmith as early as when they took the sword.

Xia Gulin knew this kind of cause after Yan Lixi. Since the west wind is born, why is there a cluster of water? If it hadn't been for his brother, Xia Gulin would have been the strongest swordsman between heaven and earth. Fate cannot be assumed. Xia Gulin's life is destined to chase Yan Lixi. Sometimes he wonders, is he cursed by the sharp weapon in his hand? Did the sword give him strength and draw insurmountable boundaries for him?

"I have to defeat the demon." Xia Gulin said, "I need my brother to help me. Although, my brother never likes to fight. He just wants to wander around the world and be free.

"I don't want to be the best in the world when I learn swords, nor do I want to defeat anyone."

Just for you. In order not to be surpassed by you.

Yan Lixi has said this sentence for more than ten years. He came to this world before his younger brother and possessed everything that should belong to him. But that's not what he wanted. If a person can really live as he wants in his heart, he just hopes that he can often drink with his younger brother Guan Xue like today and not ask about the world.

But before the world comes, the younger brother still has a wish.

"So, if you need it." Yan Lixi stood up silently and slowly pulled the water out of the sheath from the sword frame on her side. "Cut off this cause with me."

Yan Lixi practiced rivers and snow in his hands, and was repeatedly considered by Xia Gulin's godless eyes. In Yan Lixi's life, everything lost can no longer be changed. But if the west wind no longer exists, can Xia Gulin's fate be rewritten?

Xia Gulin still had time to think about it in the future. The water light crossed the wine bottle in front of the two and stabbed him. He drew his sword. At the moment when the west wind and the water meet, the quiet snowflakes in the sky began to dance wildly under the thrill of the sword. In the quiet white, there seems to be a magnificent hymn singing.

This will be the last duel between Yan Lixi and Xia Gulin. There is no victory or defeat, no famous sword, no fore, no fallacy. It's really a battle between heart and heart. The fluttering snowflakes witnessed countless encounters and reunions; the sword was cold, and the fates returned to the sheath, but the dreams that cared about each other were like spring seedlings all the way to the pillow; on the bridge where she met her, the deep and shallow purple flowers covered the fate; under the harmonious moonlight, her smiles and dance were buried by wild flowers, and she was in the red dust. He took the lead in leaving early, but he was late between cause and effect.

Where the two swords met, their eyes reflected their lover's undead. The cracks in the cluster of water were filled with white snow, frozen, and the roar of the west wind was also tangled by snowflakes. After the swordsman was full of blood, the sword-man went to find a sacrifice day and resurrected silently. Yan Lixi retreated in the snow dust and raised a fierce sword as high as ice. The sword sounded like thousands of troops and horses, and the cracks broken by them extended with the sound of the war drums.

In fact, in these days waiting for Xia Gulin in Shushan, Yan Lixi has always been like a water. He was alone, silent from morning to night, but Xia Gulin always appeared in front of him when he was a child.

He also saw in his dream that he was abattled by the demon general Qing Pingle. There are many swords in the sect. The enemy covered the top of the mountain like a dark cloud, and the battle was about to begin. Five, four, three, two, one, all kinds of flames exploded around the enemy, lighting up the vast battlefield. Such a strong strength seems to be useless no matter how you attack. Yan Lixi held a long sword and galloped alone in the battle. As soon as he turned around, he saw his brother's chasing and nostalgic eyes.

I'm sorry, brother, this time, I'm destined to leave you.

The orange flame burned the whole sky. The two swords intersect, the wind is quiet, and the sound of snow is hoarse. Only the gray tree shadows in the distance are illusory.

The two looked at each other with two swords. At the moment when the sight was glued, it was as light as the sound of a string of bamboo wind bells swept by swallow wings. The cluster of water swords turned into a little crystal, slowly integrated into the heavy snow, fluttering and disappeared. In the hand of Xia Gulin holding the sword, he began to walk slowly through the green flowing sand. The west wind sword was weathered by the strong wind set off by itself and scattered into dust.

Yan Lixi turned her back, covered her chest, and gently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Brother..."

"Today, you and I will fold our swords and swear that in the future, Xia Gulin will no longer be dominated by the west wind and clusters of water. All causes will be borne by me, Yan Lixi."

"Uh?" Xia Gulin's chest trembled. His chest was cold and hot. He spread out his palms, but found that two beams of green and white flames were beating, and then disappeared. Could it be...

Yan Lixi broke the shape of the two swords to block the trajectory of Xia Gulin's fate. At the same time, he sacrificed himself and made a wish to the two sword spirits, and crossed the power of the sword spirit into Xia Gulin's body to help him improve his skills a hundred times?

"Brother!"

Yan Lixi did not turn around to look at Xia Gulin. He only said softly, "After this war is over... Will you come back to Shushan and drink with me?"

Xia Gulin nodded. He squatted behind his brother and saw two drops of blood flashing on the snow, like cherries in his previous life.