Zhao Ge: 92. Dead without regrets
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When entering the rivers and lakes for the first time, Master always warns young people to be more cautious and more cautious, because the word “jianghu” is the deep water that cannibalize people without spitting bones. , And you never know what kind of strength and what kind of trump cards other people hide.
It’s like the Xuelidao that has faded from the eyes of the world, and its strength far exceeds their expectations for so long.
How can there be such a knife in the world? How could anyone wield such a knife?
When the man in the hat fell heavily on the ground, he still couldn’t think about it.
His pupils seem to still have the shock of the moment, the light and shadow are like illusion, the ultimate beauty.
Just now, a man who was wearing a black cloak, claiming to be an old man, rose from the ground and turned around in mid-air. The black cloak was scattered like crow feathers, and the gold embroidery on the edge seemed to be flaring in the night Raging fire. With the fingers of Ye Yi’s left hand close together, he stroked the back of the knife from top to bottom, and his right hand gripped the handle of the knife.
The gate of Jiuyou opened in midair, trying to swallow all living creatures, but Ye Yi didn’t retreat but moved forward, holding a knife in the air. He leaped high, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing a pale full moon. Ye Yi’s figure was reflected in the moon shadow. He released his left hand, and the knife in his right hand swung a graceful arc.
A curve that looks like a crescent moon, graceful like a dance, and incredibly beautiful.
It was the most beautiful knife light he had ever seen in his life, and the most dangerous knife light, which cut everything. Everything after the sword light fell was shocked beyond imagination. The Nine Serenities Gate summoned by the corpse of thousands of people was cut in half from top to bottom, and the bones collapsed like a waterfall, one by one, falling all over the sky.
Huayi walks at night, drawing knives in the snow, like a flower in the dark.
This is the most dazzling figure in the world, even if he hides his reputation and fades out of people’s field of vision, when he draws a knife and slashes, he is still terrified as if the gods and demons of the world can kill.
The black-robed elder sitting on the roof sighed slightly.
When the Jiuyoumen was cut in half, the man gushed out a big mouth, his heart vein was broken, and he knelt on the ground heavily.
He pressed the ground and barely raised his head.
Ye Yi, wearing a black cloak, stood with his sword closed, still holding his hands in the black cloak. He stood on the archway at the end of the long stone steps of the Jiuxuan Fenmen, and the word “Ninexuan” on the basalt stele above his head was powerful and unparalleled.
This is the Nine Profound Gate, the Nine Profound Gate of the Eight Immortal Sects!
The man in the hat suddenly laughed hoarsely: “Jiuxuanmen! The first Ninexuanmen in the immortal door! Is this your answer?!”
——The place where Ye Yi stood is still the original position.
“This is the Jiu Xuan.”
The words of the man in the hat are endless, but Ye Yi understood what he meant. He looked calm and plain.
Regardless of the Eight Immortal Sects, or the scorching sun of death, Jiu Xuan has always been an unparalleled Nine Xuan in the world. No matter what it was for, the power of the dynasty, the hungry people who died in vain… it didn’t matter. As long as they dare to invade the Nine Profound Gate…
Then die.
Yanmen County recovered from the strange and dead silence just now, and spread even more coldly, occasionally startled dogs barked, the people who slept began to turn over, and the wind moved through the streets and lanes again , With a chill coming from nowhere, hit the stone steps outside Jiuxuanfen.
It’s so cold.
The man thought, his hand holding the box loosened little by little, and his body slowly slid down to sit down, the stone steps were stained with blood, and the scattered bones were cold.
Ye Yi held the knife, looked at the scattered white bones, looked at the unidentified night walker, and found a smile on his face. It’s just that the smile became a bit hideous because of the blood on his face.
“Do you have enough wealth to repair stone steps?”
The Night Walker was about to die, but Ye Yi didn’t ask what he came from or what purpose.
There is no need to ask this kind of question for such an incognito person from thousands of miles away. They embraced the same lofty ambition and mission as the eighteenth clan to overthrow the ancient emperor, they were full of enthusiasm, and they were already prepared to die. This is a dead man, a person who doesn’t even care about his life, and the strictest person in the world.
“We are lucky to have a fortune.”
The man in the hat is still speaking steadily, but both he and Ye Yi know that he is going to die soon. But he seemed to have fulfilled some mission, smiling, his voice gradually lowering.
Ye Yi frowned.
He glanced at the scattered white bones, the other party’s actions clearly failed, but why did he look like he has done his duty and died without regret?
“The days are lost, how can the thick soil be hidden? Pale water, comfort me Wanjiang.”
The man raised his head and looked at the pale Lengyue in the sky, and read the opening chapter of “Taiyilu”, his voice was like a night owl flying across the sky, hoarse, like a death knell.
“Taiyilu?”
Ye Yi frowned and asked.
The man did not answer. His pupils were dilated, reflecting the shadow of a pale full moon, and his face was filled with a smile of “I have done my mission, even if I die.”
He is dead.
In the opened box, there are some top-quality spirit stones. These should be his wealth, not many. But as the man said, it is enough to repair the damaged stone steps.
Ye Yi looked at the dead night traveler blankly.
He waved the sleeves of his robe, and the wind blew, closing the man’s eyes.
Anyone who is alive will eventually have the moment of death, and once dead, whether it is a wild beast or an ancient emperor, whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, it will turn into a bone.
Therefore, people are afraid of death, and immortality and immortality stem from this instinctive fear.
But sometimes, knowing that you will die, you still have to do something.
When the man died, in the space of the Battle of Difen.
Shen Changge closed the fan, panting slightly and standing at the bottom, the eight bronze statues shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground. He turned his wrist painful hand, calmed the turbulent qi, turned and walked towards the prison gate, the relief of the battle between the mysterious iron prison gate and the god-Fen flickering light and dark.
He walked up, knelt down, took out a stone box from Najie, and placed it respectfully on the mysterious iron gate.
“My ancestors protect me.”
He said softly, reaching for his hand against the prisoner’s door.
Just as he put his hand on it, and just when his qi was about to run, Shen Changge’s movements suddenly stopped. For a moment, he retracted his hand, still half-kneeling on the ground, his head slightly hanging, the expression on his face was hidden by the darkness.
“Come out.”
He didn’t get up. Cold and authentic.
There was no movement in the darkness, there was dead silence. Shen Changge seemed to be talking to himself. But he did not put down his guard because of this. The folding fan slides out slowly and is held in the palm.
So in the darkness, a mocking laugh suddenly sounded.