"Really...hehe...it seems that only when you go there can you make it clear..." The poster smiled bitterly, then reached out and held the owner's hand, "There have been a lot of things... I haven't told you...go...go there to say it clearly...go there is a lot of time... we still have time, a lot of time."

Then, I suddenly felt my master's body tremble, and there was a great force coming in, which instantly broke her weak heart vein!

No! Don't die! I exclaimed in surprise.

However, I still fell from my master's weak hand... While falling, I saw the Xiying Knife falling at the same time.

It turns out that today is the day when everything ends.

Another master of mine is dead.

Another cycle of reincarnation is over.

I finally confirmed that I was an ominous magic sword.

Although Xiyingdao, who was with me, always comforted me, saying that the reason why they died was entirely because of the weakness in human nature and had nothing to do with me.

However, I know that I am ominous. From beginning to end, I understand the misunderstandings and knots between the master and the poster, but I just can't say it out!

She is my favorite master, but she died earlier than any previous one.

Like the red rose blooming on the cliff, it can grow stubbornly in a harsh environment, without invasion of wind and frost, and without breaking rain and snow. However, it also dies under the ravage of the inner demons.

Fortunately, I became the Sword of the Lord from then on.

Out of respect for the owner, Tingxue Tower established a ancestral hall and placed me and Xiying Knife on it as a testimony to the position of all the children of Tingxue Tower who took into account both kindness and power.

On the death day of each year, thousands of children from the building come to worship, staring at the knife in a daze and shed tears.

I know that although the poster forcibly conquered the world with force and killed countless people, in the minds of his subordinates, he was a perfect incarnation of God. However, such a dragon among people could not face the contradictions deep in his heart.

I heard that people in the snow tower often say that the sound of roaring sounds often came from the sword pavilion in the middle of the night, which was the long whisper of the sharp blade of the divine weapon, sharp blade, and I were wrong. Xiyingdao and I no longer had the desire for blood.

Every night, we are just narrating the past.

"My young master is really a strange person..." In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, Xiying talked to me about the past and couldn't help but show sincere pride. "Of course, he valued both kindness and power to his subordinates, strictly controlled himself, and acted arrogantly as a general. I was tired of these praises from outsiders... But... who knows the shortcomings of the young master?"

When I heard it talk about Master Xiao, I couldn't help but listen carefully. You must know that no one knows the master better than our sword.

But I don't know much about this person who is so important in the master's life.

"He is arrogant and autocratic by nature. He has always looked down on the world with his power and martial arts. Unfortunately, his terminal illness makes him face death every moment... So, sometimes his master's heart is divided into two."

"He values ​​power and bloodthirsty, but is afraid of death; he is cold and determined, and he values ​​rationality, but on the other hand, he is very lonely and fragile; he attaches great importance to personal dignity and does not allow the people under his feet to look up at him at all, but he has been looking for someone who can treat him equally throughout his life... He can't even understand what he is always with him..."

Xiying smiled bitterly, and the moonlight flowed on its green blade, like tears.

"But I know very clearly that the young master likes your master, but your master actually said that... In that moment, you don't know how sad the young master felt.

That was the only time he cried after he was fifteen.”

I don't want to be a widow.

I don't want to cry for anyone.

I know, it's just these two sentences! - I seem to be able to see the dazed look in the master's eyes when he speaks.

In a blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

Tingxuelou still leads the martial arts world.

The poster was wise all his life, and he did not make any mistakes in the final decision.

After acting as the postmaster for five years, Nan Chu retired from the world with his beautiful wife Qin Wanci.

The poster today is Shi Mingyan, the child in a wheelchair, and is already the master of today's martial arts world.

In her, it seems that she has both the master's indifference and tenacity and the depth and ethics of Master Xiao.

When she was handling affairs within the huge gang in an orderly manner, no one could imagine that she was a woman and a disabled girl.

It can be said that in a sense, she was also generous. Faced with the enemy who killed her parents, she still agreed to build a ancestral hall with spiritual cards and swords in the building.

Even, for some reason, although there was an irreconcilable hatred, several times when it was late at night, I actually saw the new owner coming in quietly, touching me, and dazed intent.

Although it has been many years since, I still hate her a little - the master has never been so kind to others in his life. However, this "sister" used such a ruthless plan to plot against her and the poster.

Although she has a complete reason, I still can't forgive her!

She is twenty-one years old this year and is already a beautiful girl.

However, because of the prominent identity of the "Master of Tingxue Tower", almost no one in the martial arts world realized that she was still a woman, and a very beautiful, lonely girl.

When I looked at her stunned face, I suddenly felt that she looked very much like my girlish master.

Looking back now, when Owner Xiao asked her to accept everything she left behind, I probably thought that giving others such great glory and status is also another kind of punishment, right?

No matter who sits in this position, you will be surrounded by eternal loneliness and anxiety.

Tonight, at midnight, the door quietly opened.

A shadow pushing a wheelchair enters through the door.

Strangely, I found that tonight she was actually dressed as a long journey, with a package around her.

As before, she came to the shrine and reached out to take me off, placed her hand on her knees, stroked my sword blade, and pondered for a long time.

For some reason, this time I could feel her heart was extremely uneasy, as if stormy waves passed by, and my master's name flashed several times.

There was a complicated expression on her face.

"Sister...must be happy!"

Suddenly, somewhere inside her, I seemed to hear the master smiling and instructing her. The voice was completely free from the indifference and indifference he was when he was alive, but like a gentle and kind sister.

"happiness?"

As I touched my sharp edge, I heard her choking and saying these two words.

"Sister Jing...Sister Jing!"

She called out softly, hugged me, and pressed her warm cheeks against my cold spine.

Then, I felt something wet and hot splashing.

This time, I know, it was tears.

From that moment on, I sincerely hoped that she could find her own happiness.

After being silent for a long time, she thought about it, picked me up gently, and wore it on her waist.

Then, he shook his wheelchair lightly, walked out without looking back, and left Tingxue Tower.

Outside the door, the moon is as bright as water.
Chapter completed!