Snowflakes filled the sky, and the ground became a white world.
The bamboo forest that used to be verdant was now covered in snow. An ice coffin lay there quietly, and a beautiful woman lay quietly in the coffin. Her beautiful hands were crossed in front of her chest, and her white clothes complemented the snow in the sky. Two youths stood beside the coffin. It had been an unknown amount of time, and their bodies were covered in snow. However, the young man and the young woman did not notice it at all. They only stared blankly at the woman in the ice coffin. She was their closest relative, but now she was gone. He left in such a hurry and so suddenly.
She was in her prime, but she was envied by the heavens. Her beautiful face was unlucky, and she died in an instant!
She was gone. The Fairy Doctor of her generation had saved countless people, but in the end, she could not save herself. Her merits were unparalleled, but she suddenly passed away.
She left with regret, reluctance, and a thick layer of fog.
When she left, she left her loved ones with longing, sadness, and endless doubts.
The north wind whistled, and the snowflakes in the sky were like goose feathers. The young man gently stroked the coffin made of thousand-year-old ice and said to the girl," Sister Rong, I want to transport my foster mother's coffin back to Traceless Manor. What do you think?"”
"When Master was still alive, she had already predicted it. She said that if her time was up, you would be in charge of her funeral.”His tone was equally indifferent, but there was an unconcealable sadness.
"Alright-"
"Zhi ya-zhi ya-" With a soft sound, the Mohist machine-operated bird flew towards the location of the Traceless Manor, waiting for the arrival of the Traceless Guard seven days later.
He patted the snow off his shoulders and gently smoothed Duanmu Rong's messy hair. He held her hand and slowly walked out of the bamboo forest. Duanmu Rong quietly leaned on Yan Hong's shoulder, tears quietly rolling down her cheeks. At this moment, tears were bitter.
" I think Mother wants to see you smiling, not crying…"
"Really? Master was in the sky. Could he really see it?”
" Yes, Mother will definitely see it, because your smile is very beautiful-"
"Zihong-"
"What-"
" From now on, you can call me Rong 'er, okay?"
"Rong 'er. When everything is settled, I want you to be my Rong 'er."
"Yes, when that time comes, I'll put down my responsibility and only be your Rong 'er.”
Time did not stop. A month later, Rong 'er left in the middle of winter and embarked on the journey back to Mirror Lake Medical Village. She was dressed in white and wore a purple jade hairpin, just like when she came. However, this time, her pair of lively eyes were covered with a trace of sadness. After leaving, she did not know when they would meet again. Yan Hong's hands tightly held a golden needle in front of his chest. On it was carved a beautiful "Rong" character. His hair fluttered. Their eyes met from afar, as if they had seen through each other's thoughts. Don't forget me, Rong 'er. Ten years of life and death are boundless. It's unforgettable even if you don't miss me.
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It was still that valley. The cold wind was still blowing, but this time, she would not be waiting quietly for him.
A man with a heavy sword stood in the cold wind. Facing the wind, he was not afraid of the cold. In the chaotic airflow, he silently waited for the appearance of that trace of qi. The thirty years of pure internal strength that Nian Duan had left for him surged in his body. He was not fighting alone now. His shoulders were carrying too many expectations and responsibilities. He could not give up, and he would not give up.
Gradually, his heart calmed down, and the wind seemed to have stopped. His Qi could feel the order in the chaos. His hands gradually clenched, but his heart became calmer. All of a sudden, he removed all of his protective inner energy. His clothes were blown up, and his long hair danced in the wind. Victory or defeat, life or death, was decided at this moment.
"Buzz!" This time, the heavy sword was not a slash. Yan Hong used his body as the axis and stabbed out with the heavy sword. The sound of friction with the air did not stop for a long time."Boom!" A powerful Qi flow pierced through the strong wind in the entire valley through that gap. In an instant, he activated his body movement technique. A white shadow streaked across the valley and arrived at the other end of the valley in the next moment. At this moment, Yan Hong succeeded. However, he knew that if he did not have Nian Duan's thirty years of internal strength, he would need at least three years to do this. Moreover, he would not do it so easily. His mother had sacrificed too much for him.
On the other side of the valley, Guigu 'zi was waiting there with a smile, still as kind as ever.
"It's done?" A faint voice asked.
"Yes, I succeeded."
"Good! Miss Nian has put in a lot of effort for you to have today!”There was a hint of regret in his voice.
"Yes, I know. I won't let you down.”Although his voice was soft, it was filled with determination.
"Have a good rest today. In seven days, I will teach you the Hundred Steps Flying Sword."
"Yes-"
Guigu 'zi turned around and left. Yan Hong looked up at the sky. The blue sky and the white clouds seemed to have turned into that beautiful face again. The friendly smile and the gentle advice were still so clear. The warmth of the past had become an unforgettable beauty. However, at this moment, there was a touch of pain that could never be erased. He walked slowly with his sword in hand, walking on the path he had walked before, walking on the memories of the past. After that, he placed all of them in a corner of his mind, because Yan Hong knew that soon, he would truly begin to face this chaotic world.
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Seven days later, snowflakes were still falling in the sky. In the white world, the white-robed master and disciple stood facing each other.
In his master's hand was a wooden sword.
The Dragon Spring Sword in my hand.
It was a cold winter morning. It was so quiet that it seemed like everything was still asleep. There was only an old man with long hair and a handsome young man on the plain.
"Hiss---" With a soft sound, he drew his sword. The wooden sword danced. Each move seemed to be traceless, but there were traces of Dao hidden in it. Others would think it was messy, but Yan Hong knew that if anyone stepped within 100 feet of Guigu 'zi, they would definitely die on the spot. This was the sword qi, shadowless, formless, killing without sound, and without sound. Using qi to control the sword was the Heart Sword Realm of the third level of the Sword Doctrine. A further step would be the unparalleled sword that could separate worlds and shatter the void. However, from ancient times until now, only the Human Race's Sage Emperor, Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, had reached this supreme realm of the Dao of the Sword. Since then, no one had been able to return to the peak and reach the Supreme Realm of Sword Doctrine. At this moment, Yan Hong looked at the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, which could only be comprehended and could not be traced. He had truly figured out the use of Qi movement. One day in the future, when Yan Hong could really use the Hundred Steps Flying Sword freely, it would be the beginning for him to step into the peak of Martial Arts.
Fifteen minutes later, the Twelve Forms of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword ended. Yan Hong was still immersed in that mysterious state of mind. He rose and fell, moved and remained still, and moved and moved freely. The sword moved with his heart, and his heart moved freely. There were no forms, and his intention did not exert force. This was the essence of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword.
Two hours later, Yan Hong woke up from his meditative state. The moment he opened his eyes, Yan Hong's sharpness was restrained. He was as calm as water and looked like an ordinary person who did not know martial arts. However, at this moment, Guigu 'zi smiled happily. He knew that Yan Hong's cultivation had improved. As long as the time was right, he would be able to enter the microscopic realm smoothly.
The sword rose, the sword flowed like water, and the movement technique was like the wind. As he repeatedly practiced, Yan Hong carefully comprehended the trajectory of the sword path.
However, in the year when Yan Hong's swordsmanship was successful, a peerless sword was born, and a crazy plan was born.
A song, a song, and a farewell. One person, one relationship, one country; A sword, a swordsman, and a legend.
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When will the moon come in the blue sky? I'll stop drinking and ask.
People can not climb the moon, but the moon runs with people.
Bright like a mirror in front of the red watchtower, green smoke extinguished all the clear hair.
I only see the night coming from the sea, how can I know that it has disappeared into the clouds?
White rabbit pounding medicine autumn spring, Chang'e alone with whom to live next door.
Today's people do not see the ancient moon, but today's moon once shone on the ancients.
The ancients and today's people are like running water, watching the moon together is like this.
I only hope that when singing and drinking, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup.
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