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In fact, she only had that one skill that she could use. That was also the last thing Zhong Huan taught her before leaving. It was a light and shadow hidden deep in her heart.
It's shameful to say that her talent in swordsmanship is really mediocre. This is a fact that no effort or belief can change.
However, Ning Xia thought that the other party had probably anticipated her mediocrity, so he left this gesture to her. This is a killing move and the last trump card, the trump card that can give her hope of living in the end.
There is nothing flashy about this move, and there are not even superfluous changes. As long as it is extremely fast and heavy, with the help of special routing and subtle angles, these two extreme characteristics can be brought into full play, and finally a single blow can be achieved. A sure-kill effect.
Just like Chong Huan, Wu Sheng shines with his strongest light at the most critical moment.
Ningxia once couldn't figure out what kind of person Zhong Huan was.
Chonghuan is a very reserved person, very quiet. This is actually normal, and Ningxia has met many such people.
Gu Huai is also very quiet, but he is just a man of few words. He sees everything he sees and hears and knows it in his heart.
But Zhonghuan's tranquility was not like this. He was not shy about words, but there was a dead silence in his heart. His tranquility is born from the drifting of rootless duckweeds in the water, a mirage emerging in the wilderness, without roots and origins.
Ningxia misses him and pities him, but never understands him. I don’t know what he is thinking, I can’t see the wilderness in his heart, and I don’t understand the choices he made. He is human-like, but he can never be human.
He didn't seem to need anyone else to understand him, so he left this world quietly with an illusory smile.
Now, even in Ningxia's memory, it seems to be a little blurry, and I don't know who is blurred. It has only been a few years... Maybe one day, the figure in her memory will really disappear and be hard to find.
He left nothing behind but the sword.
Sometimes when she picked up the Chonghuan Sword, Ningxia would occasionally think of him, her past with him, and his choices. She would also wonder if the other person regretted it at that moment, if he hesitated, if he missed the fresh and beautiful things in this world... But she would never know. That person would never be able to tell him the answer personally, so he could only guess.
But one thing Ningxia knew was that even if the other party didn't put it into words, he still accurately conveyed the wish in her heart - he wanted to be her sword.
He did become her sword, even if it was just a shell.
Ning Xia herself was self-aware, which was why she did not choose the spirit sword as her weapon when she first became an immortal.
She simply couldn't bear the "heavy weight" of the sword. At that time, she couldn't even take charge of her own destiny, she had no confidence or belief.
Later, she finally grew up. After experiencing all kinds of things and sending away one person after another, she seemed to understand something, but she seemed to understand nothing.
She began to want to change and work hard to live better and longer in this dangerous place. She began to understand that everything in life was not just a symbol, and that she wanted to live was not just a word.
But these were not enough, she was not clear enough.
Her enlightenment and transformation all sprouted at the moment of Zhonghuan's death.
That night, the irreparable life, the blood of the enemy and...the incompetent self, no one knew how much hatred Ningxia felt at that moment.
Hate what? Herself.
Why can everyone hurt her? Why can she always live alone? Why... is she always losing? Just because she is incompetent.
Being weak is the biggest sin in the world. Everything that happened to her and the people around her was because of this.
It's not that Ningxia doesn't hate, on the contrary, she hates so fiercely that she goes to great lengths to punish all the "culprits". So she almost died of that chronic illness, or... it can be said that she died once, and the ignorant and confused she was completely left in the past.
But in the end she survived and was reborn one morning.
Ningxia has changed, but it seems that it has not changed.
She hid the deceased in her heart and carried her sword with her.
The man who once complained that he couldn't use the sword silently picked up the sword, and then learned to use it as taught by the other party. Even if her talent is mediocre, even if she has no sword heart.
But she had him and his sword, and that was enough.
Look, it looks pretty good. Did you...see it?
Seeing that Ning Xia was in a trance, Gu Huai was silent for a long time and just stayed quiet with her. For a moment there seemed to be only the sound of gentle breathing in the room.
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"Can there be a name for this move?"
"Let's just call it Fu Sheng."
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It took several hours for Ning Xia and Gu Huai, two brothers in distress, to adjust their physical condition to a barely suitable state before leaving the courtyard, intending to check on Tang Meier's condition.
They didn't forget that there was a time bomb on each other, and they didn't know how it would end. If it is allowed to flow and spread, I'm afraid it will be their fault.
The two of them were almost well-educated, and after briefly communicating about the situation, they hurriedly left the main room and went to the side room where Tang Meier was temporarily staying.
In case something happened to the devil in Tang Meier's body, Ningxia also covered the outside of the wing with a layer of restrictions. Although if there is a demonic riot or a strong attack, this restriction will not actually have any effect, but it can at least block it a little and prevent them from going so smoothly.
As soon as they arrived at the courtyard where Tang Meier was staying, Ning Xia carefully checked the restrictions on them and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that there were no signs of being touched. It seemed that there was no big problem for the time being.
After removing the restrictions on it, the two of them walked into the wing with some preparation. Because what awaits them next... may be a serious injury.
Hate what? Herself.
Why can everyone hurt her? Why can she always live alone? Why... is she always losing? Just because she is incompetent.
Being weak is the biggest sin in the world. Everything that happened to her and the people around her was because of this.
It's not that Ningxia doesn't hate, on the contrary, she hates so fiercely that she goes to great lengths to punish all the "culprits". So she almost died of that chronic illness, or... it can be said that she died once, and the ignorant and confused she was completely left in the past.
But in the end she survived and was reborn one morning.
Ningxia has changed, but it seems that it has not changed.
She hid the deceased in her heart and carried her sword with her.
The man who once complained that he couldn't use the sword silently picked up the sword, and then learned to use it as taught by the other party.
