"Cages, shackles, shackles, and seals, these prevent me from yearning for life and make me lose my life. What if...if the swallow didn't die?"
Unfortunately, the swallows never came back that summer.
Jiang Bian murmured.
Swallow, swallow.
"Little swallows, wearing floral clothes, come here every spring... Swallows say that the spring here is the most beautiful."
On the opposite side of the cliff, there is a lonely tomb.
In fact, the location Jiang Bian created will one day be a tomb underneath.
Yang Feng slowly approached, listening to a piece of music that should have been full of cheerful rhythm, filled with deep sadness.
"Asking what love is in this world will teach you how to make love between life and death."
Yang Feng read out the most famous sentence in the world where he was originally.
"Asking what love is in this world can teach you how to make love between life and death. How wonderful! How wonderful! Who are you? Oh, Young Master Yang. You have come here in just four days. This shows how capable Young Master Yang is."
Jiang Bian has a dual personality, but this does not prevent him from living a normal life.
"Jiang Bian, you must also know the purpose of my coming here."
"Going out of the mountain? This is just your fantasy, the same fantasy as mine. For the sake of the poem just now, I won't argue with you, you can go."
Jiang Bian, facing the wind alone.
The back was stretched by the moonlight, very long, looking depressed and lonely.
Just by looking at his back, one can tell that this is a man with a story.
Yang Feng did not leave, but stood beside Jiang Bian.
Let the cold wind ruffle his hair.
Two grown men, actually feeling sad?
"Brother Zhi, what is the situation with Young Master Yang? Are you okay?"
"Could it be that he was infected by Jiang Bian?"
"Probably not. Maybe both of them are men with stories?"
…
Moonlight all over the place.
Give the earth a layer of frost.
It was cool on the rocks. If Yang Feng hadn't wanted to subdue Jiang Bian, Yang Feng would have lost his mind and stand in the cold wind at night.
"Go back!"
Jiang Bian glanced at Yang Feng, whose legs were trembling, fearing that Yang Feng would accidentally fall.
He can't fly.
"No, let's get together with two bottles of Erguotou."
Yang Feng had already prepared wine.
"liquor?"
"Yes! You have a story, I have a drink, and we can chat until dawn."
Looking at the wine handed over by Yang Feng, Jiang Bian took it and drank it in one gulp.
"Good wine, hahaha!"
"Of course it's good wine, hahaha!"
The two of them looked up to the sky and laughed like lovelorn people, and their laughter sounded a little sad.
"People in the world practice swordsmanship in order to be famous throughout the world and to open up territories, but these are not what I want. What I want is just Yanzi, to practice swords and become a swordsman? Compared with her, I can't do anything. You can give up.”
Jiang Bian, after a sip of wine, completely let himself go and began to open his heart.
It's been too long. Who knows the depression in his heart?
His beloved was gone forever.
Life, life, has no meaning.
What's more, sword repair?
"Yang An, have you ever experienced such pain? The love of your life died in front of you because your swordsmanship was not exquisite enough. Because this world respects swordsmanship, they kill everything that has nothing to do with swordsmanship. , but Yanzi is innocent."
Jiang Bian's tone was a little excited.
"I understand, because my beloved also gave up her life because of me. Her last words before leaving were that she just hoped that I would live well, but every day that I don't dance is a kind of loss of life. Let down.
Without her, I have no soul and only a body left, living like a zombie in the world. "
Yang Feng recalled that Bingyao borrowed the power of the Burial Sky to save him, and was finally buried in the Sky Burial Coffin.
Lifelike and contagious.
Because this is his personal experience.
"Hahaha! A thousand cups of wine are too short to meet a close friend. Yang Shaoxia, Jiang did not expect that you are also a temperamental person. Come and drink this glass of wine!"
He had also personally experienced Yang Feng's heartbreaking feelings. At this moment, Jiang Bian seemed to have found a confidant in his life.
As for Jiang Can and the other four who were hiding behind a cliff and eavesdropping behind a stone tablet.
I was also deeply moved.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Yang, at such a young age, would have such experience."
"A day without dancing is a betrayal of life. This sentence really speaks to my heart."
"The two of them will become close friends after tonight."
"It's already the case now."
On the cliff.
Yang Feng and Jiang Bian raised their glasses to the bright moon and looked at each other as three people.
"I have no regrets in having a confidant in my life, Shaoxia Yang!"
"Xiao Bian, do you believe there are immortals in this world? Can they reverse life and death and reshape reincarnation?"
Yang Feng knew that Jiang Bian's sadness was not fake. Such an infatuated man would do his best to help him if possible.
"Xian? What is a fairy?"
Because there is no Taoism, immortal is an unfamiliar word to Jiang Bian.
"Turn the world around, control reincarnation, control life and death, can bring people back to life, create the same flower, and reflect back the person you like."
Every word Yang Feng said fell in Jiang Bian's heart.
Turn things around, control reincarnation, and dominate life and death.
Can you bring the dead back to life?
These are all taboos, and even many of the words have never been heard by Jiang Bian.
But he understood.
His swallow can come back!
As for the rest, he doesn't care.
"Really? Brother Yang, are you telling the truth? You didn't lie to me? Can Yanzi come back?"
Jiang Bian was so excited that he hugged Yang Feng's shoulders and almost shouted.
Nothing made him happier than the swallow coming back.
"I'm not lying to you. Your swallow can come back, but it will take a long, long time. But as long as there is a chance, I will help you fight for it."
Yang Feng promised.
"Hahaha! Really! Brother Yang, as long as the swallow can come back, I can wait no matter how long it takes!"
When Jiang Bian heard Yang Feng's promise, he almost knelt down in front of Yang Feng.
"Little corpse, do you think Young Master Yang is comforting Jiang Bian? Is there really such a heaven-defying method in the world? You know, Yanzi has been dead for ten years."
yes! For exactly ten years, the lonely grave opposite belongs to Yanzi.
I guess now that the coffin board is lifted, even the ashes are gone, right?
Can such a person really reappear in the world?
Obviously, they don't believe it.
He does not mean that.
"I don't know, but Young Master Yang gave me a very extraordinary feeling. When he swung a sword casually, I needed to resist with all my strength. Even when facing the chief, I have never felt this powerless before."
Jiang Shi still has lingering fears about Yang Feng's sword that cut across the galaxy.
This swordsmanship is supreme!
"That's natural. Young Master Yang's swordsmanship is his own swordsmanship!"
Jiang Zhong said with a proud face, as if it was not Yang Feng who practiced his own swordsmanship, but him.
"What? Invent your own swordsmanship?!"
Jiang Shi's expression returned to calm after hearing this. In fact, he had doubts from the beginning.
Yang Feng's swordsmanship is really weird.
It's so powerful that it's not like ordinary inherited swordsmanship, as expected!
It is a self-created swordsmanship with no lower limit or upper limit.
I still remember that what attracted him to become the God of Swords was not any sword, but a person, a person who had disappeared for three hundred years, leaving behind his legend in the world of rivers, lakes and temples.
All those who practice swordsmanship regard him as their lifelong goal.
Jiang Shi was also deeply influenced by this person, the sword demon Dugu Baitian.
A man who threatened to defeat the world.
He lost to Tian, but he also won.
No one knows where he went.
But his deeds attracted many passionate young people to follow him.
Aroused, sword cultivation frenzy.
It was also from that time that the boy, who was blind and ignorant and could not even hold a sword, asked for a sword.
That sword is very heavy, stubborn young man.
After trying my best, several years later.
Become a sword god.
"Yes! Inventing his own swordsmanship, this reminds me of the best swordsman in the world, Dugu Baitian. It is said that after he broke through the Nine Realms and became a grandmaster, he did not stay in the Hidden Sword Pavilion of the dynasty, but swept away the world overnight. Famous sword.
Some people said that that night, they saw thousands of flying swords piercing the sky, while others saw that the sky was torn apart and Dugu Baitian disappeared from the sky. In short, there are many rumors about the night when Dugu Baitian disappeared. "
Jiang Shi, Jiang Can, Jiang Xin, and Jiang Zhong, each of them grew up listening to the stories of Dugu Baitian. When they were young, they all yearned to become someone like Dugu Baitian.
But time has smoothed their edges.
But today, Yang Feng's words once again made their numb blood boil again.
Doesn’t that man want to turn things around, defeat Yin and Yang, control reincarnation, and dominate life and death?
However, the night wind stirred up their thoughts and healed their scars.
If they can't go back, they are destined not to become people like Lonely Baitian.
On the cliff, Jiang Bian had never drunk so much wine. He fell on the edge of the cliff and slept on the ground.
Yang Feng was not completely drunk. He picked up the Fierce Sun Sword in his hand and started dancing.
A sword.
Two swords.
Three swords.
…
After swinging until my arms were sore and my whole body was exhausted, I fell to the ground and fell asleep.
That night, Yang Feng dreamed a lot. He dreamed that the sword could cut through the sea of stars and break down the world's barriers. He would never see Bingyao, Gu Qianqian, and Rao Yixue again.
In the end, he died alone in this world.
To be honest, Yang Feng basically spends his time on breaking the galaxy with his sword, because this is the only swordsmanship that can help him leave here.
…
The night was blown away by the wind.
The dream also shattered.
Tsk tsk!
"Yang An, you are fine."
Five days later, Jiang Kui's figure appeared again on the cliff of Broken Stele.
"Hmph! There are only two envoys left. I hope you won't break your promise."
"Don't worry, I will never break a promise to anyone in my life."
Yang Feng followed and left.
On the cliff with broken monuments.
"Young Master Yang, were you taken away by the chief?"
"Well, what Young Master Yang will face next is the two envoys at the peak of the Nine Realms. I hope everything goes well for him."
"Young Master Yang, remember what you said, you will help me find the swallow. I am willing to wait no matter how long it takes, even if it is just for a glance."
Looking into the distance, Jiang Bian whispered in his heart.
Others didn't believe it, but he believed it. Perhaps this was the only spiritual pillar that could support him and continue to live.
Two envoys on the left and right.
Shuangmai Mountain.
This is the Broken Mountains, two mountain ranges that are separated.
Someone once said that the mountain range of Duanmai Mountain was cut into two parts by a sword, but this is not credible.
Who can hold this giant sword and split mountains and cut veins?
"Okay, here we are."
This time, in order to avoid being slapped in the face, Jiang Kui said nothing and left quietly.
"Shuangmai Mountain, this... is a sword mark?! How is it possible? Has Dugu Baitian been here before?"
If we insist on saying who can split mountains and cut veins, then in this world, there is only one person who can do it, and that is the mythical sword demon Dugu Baitian.
Other than that, no one can split mountains and break veins.
At first glance, Yang Feng thought it was natural and ingenious.
I never thought that now I could personally feel the unruly sword intent on the sword marks.
Not only his sword power, but this man's talent in swordsmanship is astonishingly high.
Even if this is just a barrier in the mortal world, to be able to truly tear the sky apart and split mountains requires the secret level of swordsmanship.
In another world, Yang Feng had this kind of strength, but now, hey! You can mention it!
"Why did he leave behind this secret of swordsmanship that is impossible for people in this world to understand? Where did he go after breaking through this world? Or, in other words, he is not this person at all. Are people from this world brought here by the Bodhi Realm just like me?"
Yang Feng had a lot of thoughts in his mind.
"Tsk tsk! Yang An, from the underground palace, to the broken stele cliff, to here, you are amazing."
A figure wielding a sword in the air pulled Yang Feng back to reality.
"Lingkong Yujian, that's not right! He is... Could it be that Dugu Baitian was once a member of the Jiang Dynasty, so he stayed here, what other sword skills are there?"
Seeing the figure who borrowed his breath to control the sword for a short time, it goes without saying that Yang Feng could guess that it must be one of the two envoys on the left and right.
The opponent's borrowed sword was only flying at low altitude for a few breaths.
In this world of low martial arts, sword skills are absolutely useless.
"May I ask, which of the two envoys on the left and right are you?"
Yang Feng didn't go around in circles. He just wanted to defeat the two envoys on the left and right, then challenge Jiang Kui, and finally return to the Shuangmai Mountain to understand the sword mark carefully.
Maybe he can understand the secret of swordsmanship contained in this sword mark.
When the time comes, even if Sword Cuts the Galaxy has not been completed, he will still have a way to leave.
"Me? Right envoy Jiang Tian."
Jiang Tian looked at Yang Feng, his eyes full of provocation.
"It turns out to be your envoy. I'm glad to meet you."
"Yang An, I know you have created your own swordsmanship, so this time, I won't fight you alone."
Although Jiang Tian was in Shuangmai Mountain, he had also inquired about Yang Feng-related news.
Knowing that Yang Feng created his own swordsmanship, he was so conceited that he did not think that he could defeat Yang Feng at the peak of the Nine Realms.
To be on the safe side, he called Jiang Yu, the envoy from the left.
"Oh? Is the right envoy so unsure of himself? Since he knew that he would lose to Yang, why not switch sides and surrender? This would also save you and me the trouble."
Yang Feng treated others in his own way.
"Yang An, don't think that just because you have cultivated your own swordsmanship, you will be the next Dugu Baitian. Today it is up to the two of us to end your myth."
Another voice sounded.
Some people died, but not completely...
