A mortal's life is spent waiting.

Most of them.

Born, waiting to grow up.

When I grow up, I'm waiting to get married.

After getting married, I am waiting for my children.

Then wait for the children to grow up and get married.

In the end, I could only wait for death silently.

This kind of plain waiting is not good or bad, because most people come here like this. But some people are born different.

They have the most outstanding force and the most top wisdom, and they are mostly lonely.

Like the lonely city of leaves, like the snow in Ximen, or like a man in white.

Their loneliness is always the same, and their waiting is always the same.

I waited for a lifetime just to wait for an opponent who was truly worthy of their swordsmanship.

The wind blew.

Plum blossoms fall.

It’s not that the wind blows down the plum blossoms, but that the plum blossoms are about to fall.

From morning to dusk, it is a period of time. If there is only waiting in my heart, then this period of time will inevitably be extremely long. However, the man in white has become accustomed to waiting, and the speed of time has long been meaningless to him.

He finally moved.

The narrow road, the deep plum forest, the faint fragrance.

His steps were by no means measured accurately with a ruler, and his footprints were not the same depth.

The moment he seemed to be moving, he became an ordinary person.

Without the force of sword energy, I will shoot down the plum blossoms on the tree.

The eyes are no longer illusory.

This is because the man in white is reluctant to waste even half of his strength elsewhere.

His sword can cut off everything, but it cannot cut off time.

Anyway, he is already very old.

Therefore, you need to cherish every point of strength at this time.

The man in white walked around the secluded path.

The sunset is like blood, and the flower stream has also become a blood stream.

Isn't it a prophecy that this place is destined to shed blood.

The sharp edge of the flying knife is as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent.

The afterglow of the sunset shone on the cold Blade Mountain, and it seemed that it could not resist the sharpness of the flying knife and was split in half.

Beiluo Master Sect made a lazy meow at the right time.

Open its eyes that seemed to never wake up.

Li Zhichang turned around and held the flying knife in his hand.

The setting sun dyed the knife bloody, as if his clothes were dyed bloody.

He saw the man in white.

The man in white also saw him.

No unnecessary words.

A great swordsman may not have his own swordsmanship.

A great swordsman must have his own sword technique.

Others can learn and imitate their swordsmanship, but they will never have the power they have in their hands.

Just as Li Zhichang can use the flying immortals outside the sky, but he will never use the smell of Ye Gucheng.

The swordsman in white has no name, just as his man has no name.

Li Zhichang could clearly feel that the spirit of the man in white had entered the vain and had completely forgotten himself.

The changes in everything in the world can no longer escape the cover of his sword.

Li Zhichang was a little sorry that the spirit of the man in white had reached the heavens infinitely, but he could never take this step because this was the limitation of the world.

Just like a civilization that is slashed and burned, even if it reaches its peak, it cannot become a mechanical civilization.

The wind has stopped, and there is no Zen singing and insects singing at this time.

It seemed that there was silence between heaven and earth in an instant.

It makes people feel desperate silence in their hearts.

A silent world can often cause people to fear.

Even the Beiluo Master Sect couldn't stand this atmosphere, so they opened its blue eyes as bright as the ocean. They opened their mouths and wanted to roar, but there was no sound at all.

The world seems not only to become silent, but also to solidify the space.

Beiluo Master Sect maintains a stance of opening his mouth, not moving at all.

In this process, the only thing that can move is a sword.

To be precise, it is a sword light.

The sword light shattered the space and killed Li Zhichang.

At the end of the sword tip is Li Zhichang's throat.

Li Zhichang gently raised his hand and raised the flying knife in his hand.

The flying knife is in the setting sun, under the red glow.

There will inevitably be no such flying sword in this world, nor will there be such a sword as a man in white.

Even if there are other flying knives and other swords in the future, the spirit is already different.

At this moment, outside the Meilin, there was a woman like a flower standing outside quietly.

Using the power of the Qinglong Society again, Zanghua finally found this place.

Bai Yujing, who was in the silver saddle and white horse, also led the horse to follow Tibetan flowers.

As long as there is a place where the sun shines, it is the earth that the power of the Azure Dragon can touch. There is also sunshine in the plum forest, so it can naturally be touched by the Azure Dragon.

It just takes a little time to pass any message.

This time it was indeed a little longer.

They are still late for Tibetan flowers.

Even if it is outside, the sword energy that soars into the sky can be clearly felt by Zanghua and Bai Yujing.

The sword energy flashed like the thunder of the nine heavens.

At the same time, they can also feel the resolute sword intent in the sword energy.

Then a rainbow appeared above the plum forest, spanning the entire plum forest, and at the same time, the wonderful music of fairy music scattered in the air.

This vision did not last long. I don’t know if it was an illusion. At the moment when the rainbow disappeared, Zanghua heard a lazy cat meow.

Zanghua Youyou sighed and said, "He is gone, he will never come back."

Bai Yujing smiled and said, "Such a person is an immortal in the world. Even if he appears in the human world, he will sooner or later return to the nine heavens."

Zanghua said calmly: "Let's go in and see what's left."

Soon we arrived at the place where the man in white and Li Zhichang fought a decisive battle.

There is no earth-shaking destruction.

At this moment, the bright moon shines in the plum forest, and the white pebbles are lying quietly in the clear stream.

Then Zanghua saw Li Zhichang, Yuebai's clothes and peaceful smile, floating like an immortal.

There was no scar on his body, and there was a line of words engraved on the whetstone in front of him:

Don't write my name when you bury me, because I'm not dead yet.

Zanghua chuckled and said, "I decided to bury this guy with a glorious burial and find hundreds of filial sons and grandchildren for him."

Bai Yujing didn't laugh, his eyes stopped on a sword next to the whetstone, an ancient long sword.

When he saw this sword, he seemed to see a lofty and peerless swordsman.

There were a few blood on it, stained on the sword thigh.

The Tibetan Flower did not bury Li Zhichang for the glory, nor did it find hundreds of filial sons and grandchildren. It just dug a hole in this plum tree and buried him directly.

Then a poem was engraved on the plum tree next to it:

The Double Ninth Lung Son is called the king and the evil spirit is crazy.

The sun and the moon come for a long time, and then go for the west and east.

Accompanying clouds and water, the neighbors are empty and empty.

The true nature of a spirit is there, and it is not the same as everyone else's hearts.

Zanghua thought that if Li Zhichang was like the Lord of the Qinglong Society, he would come back many years later to see this poem. Even if she had become a bone in the tomb at that time, Li Zhichang should be able to understand it leisurely. (To be continued)
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