The first chapter This life
1. Just dreaming.
March bonus. In the memory of Sansheng III, this season is painfully familiar. My fate of floating flowers will end in this world. Deep in the peach forest, there are many colors. The wind blows peach blossoms and the red rain is like snow. I was furious, turned around with my sword, and the falling petals seemed to condense instantly. Putting down the sword, I looked at the white man standing motionless under the tree. The ground is red, without a complete petal. My sword split their integrity and split them in two. He didn't speak, didn't nod, didn't have any expression. I have long been used to such silence. That's all, my fencing can only wander here forever, and there is no further possibility. I understand his judgment and know that I will never reach his level. Sword God, Master of Simon Villa, Ximen Chuixue, it's me, father of Simon Fei thief. Sword resentment. He has only said this sentence since I was five years old, but he never asked me where my resentment came from. Ximen Chuixue blew only blood, not snow. He never blows snow. I have seen him kill people, more than once. No matter what I do, he neither encourages nor stops me. I wanted to watch him kill, so he let me watch. Just when I wanted to learn the sword, he gave me a three-foot sword, even though I was less than two feet tall. He killed people in front of me and was indifferent. I know he never cares if anyone is watching, let alone who that person is.
Ximen Chuixue killed only one sword, the most magnificent one. No matter how mean and weak his opponents are, he will always end their lives with the best fencing. Killing is a sacred thing, and he tries his best to show the highest courtesy. Guanghua flashed, the opponent fell, and a wisp of blood slowly dripped from the tip of his sword. Then, he gently blew the blood off the tip of the sword. Only at this time, the sword god who seems to never move will show a trace of loneliness and boredom. The first time I saw him kill someone, I knew the taste of despair. My sword and I are like worlds apart from him. After all, God is the only existence beyond mortals. I still practice sword, stubborn and hopeless, like scattered flowers. My mother died for him, by his sword. Suicide. I understand her despair. This peerless and lonely man exudes a chill like a frozen snow mountain for thousands of years. He is a god who was born only for the sword and died only for the sword. Nothing on him can belong to anyone, not to anyone. Under the peach tree, my three-year-old eyes were scarlet, and my mother's blood dripped on my face, which was slightly hot and astringent. Before she died, she grabbed my wrist and cursed her resentment. Remember, he doesn't love me, he won't love you and he doesn't belong to you. I will still go to him in the afterlife, which will become his nightmare and make him remember me forever. Why bother? I sigh lightly, and my tender face is as indifferent as vicissitudes of life. When she died, her eyes were wide open and she didn't even have time to be surprised. I smiled and saw the broken child's face on the blood sword. As expected. Ximen Chuixue saw my mother's body and me, and her beautiful face was as cold as usual. He leaned down, not hugging me, but picking up his sword, which was stolen by his mother. I hobbled over and held out my hands to him. He blew away his mother's blood from the tip of the sword, revealing eternal loneliness and boredom. Looking down at the young me, I felt like an eternal gaze after he picked me up. It was the first and last time, the only cold hug in my life. On his shoulder, I saw my mother lying on her back, her eyes dim and in a daze. My smile was like a flower, reflected in her loose pupils. I never called his father, not because I hated him. No, I never hated him. Never. It's full of flowers that carefully buried my mother. Flowers come from the west gate, blowing snow all over the building. I don't know who made this up in the Jianghu to describe the friendship between the Sword God and the powerful martial arts family, the Seven sons of Hua Family. It's just that the name is made up, which means nothing, and the text is simple. But it is recognized by the Wulin that if Ximen Chuixue still has friends, he won't think of the second person except Huahua. Flowers, a few years younger than Ximen Chuixue, with a warm smile and no shadow in clear eyes. When he took me out of Ximen Chuixue when I was three years old, I discovered that there was such a gentle hand in the world, as if holding everything in the palm of my hand and carefully caring for it. Under the careful care of flowers, I grew up to five years old and insisted on learning sword. Do you know that no one can surpass the sword god? He hit the deepest secret in my heart and quietly brushed away my restless thoughts. Only he can always see me clearly in previous lives. On second thought, on second thought, my thoughts were already in the silence of his eyes. I don't know. I did, but I know what he said is true. He is the sword god, and you are his daughter, but no one wants you to learn the sword. I felt my firm eyes spread all over the building, and finally I didn't speak again, as if I was finally silent in the face of my decisive departure a long time ago, finally. He sent me to Ximen Chuixue. She wants to learn the sword, he said. Ximen Chuixue made three moves in front of us, only three moves. I didn't see anything, but I heard it all over the building Listening is the most direct way for him to contact the world. It has been said that a building full of flowers is the most transparent blind person, and what he perceives is always the scenery that others can't see. Is that all? I asked with a little regret. That's all. Ximen Chuixue, put your sword away. I've been practicing these three tricks for five years. From the basic swordsmanship to breathing and exhaling, I have been taught flowers and flowers. In addition to the three moves, I have practiced Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship for killing people countless times, but it didn't work. Only Ximen Chuixue can compare the majestic and sharp swordsmanship with the peerless beauty. Since then, I have only practiced three tricks, becoming more and more diligent, accurate, cruel and feminine. For his other swordsmanship, I have broken my heart, broken my heart. After three generations, I can't even take his sword. Miserable smile, sword is his soul. How can I destroy his belief in the sword if I miss a ray of flower soul born only for him? Ridiculous. I never hated him, never, even though I hated his obsession with swords. I wield my sword in the gentle rain of flowers. I heard you. A clear and transparent voice said. I stopped sword dancing, dressed in a plain blue robe, and looked at the flowers everywhere. I heard the flowers crying. Flowers filled the floor and picked up half a petal, holding it piteously in the palm of your hand. A gust of wind came and took it away, leaving only half a silk. Where is my sword? I asked. After a long silence, flowers were everywhere and touched my sword gently. Why bother? He said. Since childhood, only he has been reluctant to part with me. Can't stand it, always can't stand it, I often worry that he can't stand it, from a long time ago. Your sword has no aura, which makes it depend on an obsession. The flowers are full. You're right. I don't have any fencing talent, but I have accumulated endless delusions of III. It rained all night and the air was fresh. I just washed my face and took a photo in the silver mirror. I saw a unique face in Leng Yan, telling the desolation after the sandstorm. Never deliberately indifferent, just because of his ice sculpture, frost-like soul, I became a desert without water, weathered, sandy and dry. He is not your Buddha. At first, when flowers are in full bloom, people say. He didn't jump to conclusions, but pitied me like he pitied everything in the world. The water in the basin is shaking. I raised my sword and drove out of the house. One man and one horse roared by. The familiar cold passed by my ear, and I shouted that the black horse was chasing the white horse in front. Even if I give up learning from his sword, I can't help looking at his sword. The moment when the sword was used to kill people was a miracle and a proof that he was alive. When he blows blood, Ximen Chuixue will have an expression of death. At that time, I always envied those losers who fell down. At least, they had moments in life that made Ximen Chuixue so focused. Ximen Chuixue only kills people he thinks should be killed. No one can judge others' life and death with confidence like him. His will is the will of God, so majestic that people sentenced to death can't argue.
2. Persistent death
Poison widow, a Miao killer who recently ran rampant in the Central Plains, specializes in practicing with others and killed dozens of prestigious experts in Wulin. Among them, there are several family friends of the flower. He is the target of Ximen Chuixue's sword this time. When I arrived, there stood a girl in red in front of Ximen Chuixue, with tinkling silver ornaments, sweet laughter and pure jade face. Unexpectedly, this famous witch in the Jianghu turned out to be a childish girl of 14 or 15. And when she saw Ximen Chuixue, she smiled sweetly and strangely, as if waiting for a long time. I suddenly felt that her eyes were familiar. At that time, she grabbed my thin wrist and said painfully that she still wanted to find him in the afterlife, which became his nightmare and made him remember himself forever. In the afterlife, let her wait so soon. However, what can she change? I laughed at the girl who was my mother in a previous life. Do you still remember me Ximen Chuixue. The girl smiled and said to the sword god who stood motionless in front of her. I am the incompetent and stupid woman who you didn't even bother to kill fifteen years ago, and finally you have to steal your sword to commit suicide for the afterlife. Ximen Chuixue raised his sword and smiled brightly at her. Remember, so what? I'm waiting for you to kill me. I'm finally worth killing, aren't I? The girl's eyes began to twist. Are you happier to be killed by me? The first time I heard Ximen Chuixue's words, there was a fleeting vacillation. Right? The girl seized the opportunity to pounce, and the silver ring with ten fingers radiated a long white line. What, Yao, still, no, yes, change, change. No? In a blink of an eye, the girl was kneeling on the ground, clutching the exposed part of the sword deeply inserted into her abdomen, and her hands were soaked with blood. Ximen Chuixue was silent. The only mistake in his life was that he couldn't take it back immediately after stabbing the sword. The girl looked up and smiled happily. Her bloody hand moved up bit by bit until it touched the hilt. She caressed his pale and cold hand and smiled like a spring flower. I love you. Not so good. I don't have time to yell. On Su Bai's slender fingers, white silk threads gushed out, just like her long-hidden desire to vent. Every silk thread passes through his body with an irreversible silence and turns into a long red cruel miss, which wraps around his whole body. I fell to the ground and ran like crazy. You will be mine in the end. The girl fell to the ground as she wished, laughing loudly and coughing up more blood while laughing. I was beaten by you, and I have paid what I owe you. The sword god's mouth overflowed with blood Then, he pulled out his sword, waved it gently, and wielded a peerless elegance. The thin white and red silk thread broke and floated into the sky, and the girl's blood splashed like rain. I have never seen such tragic beauty. We have no chance in this life, and the world is no different. Tip dripping with blood, Ximen Chuixue announced matter-of-factly. The girl was speechless, her big eyes were dim as ash, and two perfect tears condensed and slipped. The red line floated across her eyes. Slowly, she closed her eyes and never opened them again. There is no chance in this life, and the world is meaningless. My heart was violently torn, rudely closed, and the blood that had been corroded by despair for a long time was confused, mixed with the infatuation of three generations, which made the tossing hands of the years stir beyond recognition. Once upon a time, I also heard such a decisive oath? Ximen Chuixue has been unable to support, crashing to his knees, relying on the support of the sword didn't fall. The blood of a sword seeps straight into the soil along the blade. I walked over at a loss, helped him into my arms at a loss, and asked at a loss: Why don't you blow blood? In my arms, he was finally exhausted, his hand holding the sword fell down and his eyes closed. With childish seriousness, he only said: because I can't blow. I smiled. Seeing countless blood spots emerging from under his white clothes, he gradually revealed his ferocious face. I kissed his closed eyes and his cold lips, and my mind was confused. Maybe it would be better to just let him lie quietly in my arms? No trace? Flowers are everywhere, reaching out to me and begging me to save him. Don't. I refused, holding Ximen Chuixue tighter in fear. Ximen Chuixue is doomed. If he dies at this time, I'm afraid he can't go back to heaven. Do you want to destroy him? Flowers everywhere, calmly asked, eyes as deep as a pool of autumn water. what am I supposed to do？ This life is my last chance. I can't control my weakness and my eyes are blurred with tears. Destroy him and you'll be happy? Simon has no trace, or should I call you crow warbler or peach blossom? Startled, I looked up at the night star of Gemini. I often forget that he is blind. Do you remember? Two fingers of my right hand caressed my eyes, and the flowers smiled lightly, as warm as ever: I gouged out my eyes and was blind for three years, not to forget you, but to remember you. Instead, let's not meet again. The words sound just fell and my eyes pointed at my eye socket, and the blood slowly flowed down like tears. DC reached the bottom of my heart, pulling away my past trust and nostalgia into a hollowed-out picture folder, and a large blank came with a lingering sound, flooding, flooding. ...
Chapter II Past Lives
1. First Life
My first life, the light of my life. My hope, my despair, my sin, my depravity. My sword and sheath. A long time ago, in the depths of Mount Zhongnan, there was a mist. I live there, safe and quiet. At that time, I was still a small peach tree. As long as I can remember, there were always two handsome and carefree teenagers practicing swords in the stone-paved open space beside me every day.
A teenager with delicate facial features is called a sheath, while a teenager with angular facial features is called a sword. Sheath always lies on the stone table to study the sword spectrum and point out the sword moves. The sword is practiced very seriously, and once practiced, it can't stop. Sweat often gushes from the tip of the nose. At first, his style was changeable, sometimes elegant, sometimes gorgeous, sometimes sly and sometimes heavy.
Over the years, he gradually merged, improved various swordsmanship and created a unique and amazing swordsmanship. I was a bystander and witnessed him reach the position of one of the Excalibur. The magnificence and magnificence of that sword made the world lose its color. I lost all my senses. When I woke up, I found that I had firmly engraved the vigorous figure of the young sword fairy in my heart, which was hard to erase.
The scabbard is not as serious as a sword. He is more addicted to the world outside the sword spectrum. He always listens to birds singing with a smile, gently fiddles with the morning dew, and looks at the sky and clouds, flowers and grass ... He is like a grain of sand, embracing the whole world with infinite bosom. Even when he was most nervous in practice, he would turn around and smile at me from time to time. It's a scabbard, not a sword. Take care of me every day, water me and hoe insects. At that time, I knew implicitly that the sword only loved his sword and wouldn't care about anyone, anything or anything. And the sheath is my tenderest support.
Because the sheath often deliberately collects fairy dew to water me, I can grow up quickly and become refined. The first thing I noticed was that I changed my sheath. For the first time, I became a human figure in front of him, with a long pink dress dragging, and my face looked like spring. "You are so beautiful," said Hills with joy and sincerity.
Thank you, sheath. I smiled gratefully at him. I'll introduce you to the fairy-picking manager and ask her to help you get into the fairy class, and then we can be fairy friends together. I looked stiff, lowered my head and said calmly, I don't want to be immortal yet. I know, you like swords. Sheath looked at me and smiled naively. I am speechless. He is not your Buddha. Sheath sighed. It turns out that karma was born in your heart from the beginning, and I thought it was my illusion.
With the help of scabbard, I saw a humanoid sword. Sword, this is the essence of Mo Mo. Hmm. Sword carefully looked at my whole body, should be a cry and turned to continue practicing sword. That's what he is. Sheath wants to comfort my embarrassment. I know. I said, sitting on the stone bench, staring proudly at his back for a long time. Sheath looked at me for a long time, showing pity and helplessness. Are you going to look at him like this forever? Asked the sheath. I don't know. I looked at him in ignorance. Won't it be like this? I will never respond to you. You should understand after watching him for so long. Don't think about it any more. Come to heaven with us while it's early, okay?
Can immortal get what I want? You can love him, but keep it in your heart. Besides, the sword won't love anyone. What you want is too extravagant. What's the use of living forever, or should I just watch him? Soon, we will go to heaven. Slender fingers hold my cold hand. I have met many young tree spirits. They are carefree and happy. Only you, if you are perfect, will have sadness that you can't understand and will know heartache. Why do you abuse yourself like this?
Heartache? I touched my torn chest. Are you leaving? The swordsmanship of the sword has gone beyond the mortal world, and the gods allow us to enter the celestial world to practice. You, it's time to end it. I went to find the sword and rushed at him. His long sword pointed at me. Why, you never look me in the eye? I asked sadly. Why should I see you? The sword stands upright. You are a demon, don't forget your identity. Identity? I laughed at my face. If you want an identity, I'll give it to you. I ran out of the sight of the sword.
I voted for the door of the fairy manager and concentrated on practicing. She said that I have demons and must be eradicated after a hundred years. It took me a hundred years to forget this sword? I can't do it, and I can't stand being separated from Jane Xianfan forever. I decided to give up. Since you can't let go of your delusion, give up on yourself. It turns out that I am just a dispensable little peach tree in the world.
The sword is as strong as a rock. In his eyes, I will always be an insignificant little devil, forever. I stood in front of my real body with a torch in my hand, and I suddenly smiled. Instead of dying alone, I'd better end this endless wait first. Struggling to take over my torch, the sheath stamped its feet desperately to put out the fire. I looked at his burned hand and shouted at him angrily. Why? why? Why did I meet you? Why should I be a genius? I hate you. I hate you. I can't believe I said this to the only person who loves me.
Sheath trance, stare blankly at the moment of displacement. Finally, he slowly bent his soft lips and smiled, like a quiet wind breaking the ice. I'm sorry that I have caused you so much pain. Then, instead of that, we might as well never meet again.
As soon as my voice fell, I pointed my eyes at my eye socket, and the blood slowly flowed down like tears. DC reached my heart, pulling away my past trust and nostalgia into a hollowed-out picture folder, and a large blank floated in with a lingering sound, flooding, flooding ... flooded me, unable to breathe. I'll never see you again, and I don't remember you. A bloody smile with a scabbard is as gorgeous as a flower.
I think he walked away, picked up the extinguished torch and was speechless. The sword appeared, murderous. I will kill you, he said. For the sheath? I asked lightly. If he doesn't let you go, he can't go to the celestial world with me. It turns out that I am an evil obstacle between them. I smiled, for the first time in my life, so charming and enchanting. Well, I'm tired of this world of mortals, too. I closed my eyes and opened my arms to greet the sharp farewell of the sword.
He walked up with a sword and his eyes were serious. I know he will never go easy on me. Maybe this sword will end all my grievances, make my consciousness disappear again and roam freely in endless emptiness. A dull voice, a pair of warm hands gently around my neck. Open your eyes, it is a faint smile from the sheath. Giving up life is a great sin. He whispered in my ear, breathing fresh as mountain mist. In the afterlife, if you find me, you can find the sword. You just need to remember this sword. You don't need to remember me, and I won't remember you.
I hugged his warm body, touched a rapidly expanding wet mark on his back, and saw a bloody sword in my hand. With a bang, the sword fell to the ground and let out a long cry in the silent valley.
2. 2
The sword killed the scabbard by mistake, returned to the world with the soul, and was robbed by dust. I exchanged my peach essence for two secular relationships. I only have two lives. After two lives, I will be scared out of my wits, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. The second one. I became a beautiful mortal woman and saw the scabbard of a noble son who had been reincarnated in a scholarly family. He said he was Pan Ruwen. A blind man with bright eyes. I described his picturesque eyes and shouted the name of the sheath in my heart, saying, Pan Gongzi, you are my destiny. My fate with the sword can only be caused by the sheath. Find me, and you will find the sword. Tell me about the scabbard. I'd rather not remember me, but I still hate to die. So I'm here. I took his warm hand and said, Yingying, I'm Yingying. Warbler, March birdsong urges Chunfang, not envious of peach blossom warbler. Pan Ruwen smiled. I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered a poem. You don't remember me, but I haven't thought about forgetting you. I only agreed that a good poem does not envy peach blossoms. I hope this life of crow warbler is really enviable. You come. Pan Ruwen took me and came to a person. You see, this is my friend, who is good at fencing and has the character of a fairy and Ling Xuan. The sword in this life is still cold and proud as frost, indestructible, and takes the sword as the soul. An Lingxuan, the young patriarch of Tian Jian School, and the sword I was looking for appeared in front of my eyes again. Pan Ruwen's look suddenly dimmed, as if he had suddenly seen through my point of no return from generation to generation. A black shadow floated on his crisp eyes and turned into an indelible cloud. I saw his warm smile in the spring breeze, twitching and aching for no reason, but my eyes still turned to another person. Regardless of previous lives, I only exist for that person. Have you really decided? Pan Ruwen's face sank into the shadow. I am going to find him. I've only been here for him all my life. I said, don't look him in the eye. Is our fate in this life just the fate between you and him? Pan Ruwen's hand rested on my indifferent finger. Even if it is only fate, there is no regret in this life. I watched him frown. He didn't speak again, finally swallowed the words, finally endured the pain I brought him, finally buried his head in his weak hands, finally became silent, finally. My hand pulled away from his palm, pulled away from the familiar warmth, and then I left and never looked back. He loves me so much that he gives in to me in every way because I am a peach tree. As far as I'm concerned, he always smiles at me. What are you doing here? A peach tree, white and pure. Seeing it was me, a Lingxuan man stopped her sword and raised her eyebrows in awe. Can't you come? When the wind rises again, I open my mouth to grab a peach blossom petal, chew it carefully and swallow it, leaving my lips and teeth fragrant. You should be with Ruwen. Do you not like me? If you can't ask in your last life, you must say it this time. But the answer can't be what I want. What do you like? I don't care about anything except this sword in my hand. Are you satisfied with this answer? Ann, no, Jian has never said such complete words to me. Why are you so attached to the sword? Born this way. Go ahead, come back next time and I'll kill you. A fickle woman has no value in existence. I was silent, listening to the wind blowing. I'll kill you next time, even though you say so. I am a moth, determined to pounce on your flame. I went again. There is no chance in this life, and the world is meaningless. See Ann Ling Xuan again, from beginning to end, he only said this sentence. I slowly fell down and saw my broken feelings broken, broken and sad. But I can't hear any crying in my ears, and the quiet wind makes me bend over. This time, scabbard, no, Pan Ruwen, you can't save me. There is another life. Will you really never change, Jian? If, if, in my next life, I could beat you on the sword, what would you do? Will you start to care about me? Will this happen? Then, let my life be broken in your hands, and the afterlife is my last bet. If there is an afterlife, being his daughter may make it easier to get close to him. In Pan Ruwen's arms, I heard his mumbling words. All right, that's it. I looked at the purples of peach blossoms all over the sky, smiled disappointedly and fell asleep.
Chapter III Rebirth
My life, the third life. Eighteen years ago, there was a pregnant woman lying in front of Ximen Mountain Villa, who had just been saved by flowers. The woman insisted on staying in the villa, gave birth to a daughter, and changed her surname to Simon and named her Wutrace. I am Simon Fei Chuang, not Ximen Chuixue's own. In my life, I have learned this gambling game that I must lose, and I lost willingly and indignantly. My mother's death, two lives, is shocking in my eyes, is red, just like my absurd sacrifice in my last life. She tried her best to get Ximen Chuixue's attention and got it. I'm still wandering and I can't see the way out. Ximen Chuixue was saved under the careful treatment of Huahua, and he still hasn't come to his senses. I know everything. She turned her back on me and just looked out of the window. Pieces of floating clouds, floating without a trace. I have never forgotten you, gouging out my eyes is a curse to myself. Why? I looked at the back full of flowers, slender and lonely. Just to remember me? In order to remember you, watch you, keep you and save you, I hope you can forget him. Save? I have nothing left for you to save. I laughed at myself. Long ago, he and I were just a sword. He is a sword and I am a scabbard, forged by Vulcan. The scabbard is doomed to never see the light dance of the sword. But a sword that is too direct and sharp is actually very easy to hurt people. My role is not only to protect him, but also to prevent his shock wave from leaking and hurting innocent people. How can a sword carry redundant feelings? Otherwise, he is a blunt instrument and does not deserve the title of Excalibur. I am a scabbard, which is different from his killing nature. My attribute is tolerance, and I can enjoy enough things that the sword can't touch. However, the more tolerant I am, the more I lose myself. Flowers' smiles are like curtains. Why am I born with a cold scabbard? Why do you have to carry a bloody sword if you can't kill people? Why are we just tools created by God, not natural spirits created by heaven and earth? I brought such confusion into a delicate person. Everyone can only see my calm appearance. No one knows that I planted a peach tree with my own hands on the day I first became a human being. I will personally watch it sprout, grow and absorb the aura of heaven and earth. It is another self to understand the essence of creation instead of me. I want to give it an experience I can't have I finally understand why I am the only peach tree where the sword and scabbard practice sword. Flowers all over the floor, shaking hands to wipe away my tears. I hold it, and I can't put it down. Maybe it was a mistake to frame you. However, I will continue this mistake. It's me, let him kill me, and I have to come down to earth again so that I can meet you. I made a Lingxuan man be honest with you and let you despair to death under his sword. I saved that woman, reincarnated her, found Ximen Chuixue again, and shook his invincible will. As a result, I hurt the Excalibur and missed you for the third time, which failed to make you a little happy. I hold this man who has spoiled me for generations and cry bitterly. Flowers are everywhere, and my origin is really because of you. Why are you doing this for me? Flowers covered the floor and stroked my hair. Because I can't let you go. I regard you as another self, and asking me to give up you is tantamount to losing half of myself. I can't do it. But I can't abandon my sword Sword and scabbard are inherently interdependent and indispensable. Without them, they are no longer what they are. I looked up and saw his sad smile. My heart is tied, this world has passed. I said, you and he are the dreams of my three generations. I wake up with a sweet heart. No, there is a fourth generation. Flowers are everywhere, close your eyes, take a deep breath, then open your eyes and smile. The fourth one? I want to know. I looked up, pale as a thin piece of rice paper, and several big mouths of blood spit on my hands like dark red flowers. Saved him, my soul strength of one thousand years is exhausted. Flowers covered the floor, smiling. Although I am reincarnated through human flesh, I have been carrying the power of seven souls to make my memory perfect. The exhaustion of soul force is equal to the exhaustion of seven souls and six souls and nothing. I clung to my rapidly failing body and knew that his disappearance was irreversible. Your illusion is worse than mine. I cried and laughed. It is not too late. I want to give it to you for the fourth time. You, me and him were robbed three times and became predestined friends. I want to seal your soul in the scabbard of Zhongnanshan before it really disappears. Flowers gently cover my lips, warm current surrounds me, gentle light radiates from his whole body, dissolving all the gloomy darkness in my heart, and light permeates from every corner, filling the once empty vicissitudes. I can see clearly in my mind that the soul in my sheath has left me with a smile .............................................................................................................................................................. Deep in the mountain, a handsome man in white came in with a cold face. He came to pick me up. In his bright eyes like the morning star, I saw a simple and heavy scabbard with a bright peach blossom engraved on it. My fourth life will be spent with him and you. You are our sword and we are your sheath. Four generations and three robberies will eventually be completed. A floating sword dream, fortunately, more than one dream.