Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Legend

The sword light was about to stab down from the top of her head, when suddenly Nie Yinniang yelled softly, "Start!" A cyan elixir flew out of her palm, crossed the flying maple leaves, and almost landed in front of Hong Xian's eyes. Hong Xian's purple eyes suddenly lit up, and in an instant, her sharp expression had recovered. She waved her injured right hand , the long sword has been handed over to the left hand, and then volleyed down! The purple flowers all over the sky are in full bloom again, vying to bloom, weaving a beautiful mass in the dark night sky. The fourth sword roared out from her left hand!

This sword is by no means taught by the master, but truly belongs to the red thread—only belongs to her! However, her goal was not the master's Tianhe sword, but the elixir. There was a light sound in the night sky, and the pill was struck by her long sword, and it instantly turned into dust. Under the urging of the sword energy, countless blue particles dispersed instantly, quietly blooming in the moonlight! A strange aroma with a faint fishy smell diffused everywhere. The master's face immediately changed drastically!She didn't care about facing the red line's downward sword move, but raised her sleeves and covered her mouth and nose with all her might.

However, it is still too late!That faint fragrance instantly turned into a streak of ice, and as her blood flowed away, all the meridians and blood vessels in her body twitched violently at this moment, pulling and contracting to the depths of the bone marrow! This kind of pain comes instantly, from the depths of the soul, no matter how high the internal strength is, it is completely unstoppable! The master trembled violently all over and knelt down on the ground involuntarily. At this time, the sword of the red line slashed at her in the air with a strange fragrance all over the sky! At this moment, Nie Yinniang's blood shadow needle and Liu Yi's coral branch also shot at the same time!The moves of the two of them matched perfectly with the sword of the red line, just right, although it was the first time to make a move, it seemed to have been trained countless times.

After the shot, Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi looked at each other and felt a burst of collapse at the same time, because they had poured all their strength into this blow, and there was no next blow. The three energies merged into one, and lifted up the blood-red maple leaves on the ground. The huge sound wave roared and whirled in the maple forest like the earth cracking and the sky avalanche, forming a huge tornado, which slammed into the twitching pain. The master suppressed it with a bang! This is a blow that has been planned for a long time, this is a blow that goes all out, this is a blow that has no way out!

If they still can't defeat their master, they will die! The master half-kneeled in the fallen leaves, panting uncontrollably. The huge tornado seemed to blow up her delicate body, and the time and space around her seemed to be torn apart. Everything became chaotic and upside down, no longer real. In a trance, the master suddenly raised his hand, and the Tianhe sword emitted a dazzling light like a scorching sun, and greeted the tornado! There was a loud bang, and two groups of huge forces collided head-on. The surrounding maple leaves, branches, rocks, and soil completely exploded, thunder cracked and landslides, the surrounding peaks and mountains echoed endlessly, broken leaves danced wildly, the stars and the moon disappeared, and the entire forest seemed to be torn apart. It will be broken into countless pieces, and then will be blown to the end of the world by the strong wind.

Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi were thrown high and fell heavily into the soil.The joints of the two of them seemed to be shattered, and they vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, unable to stand up again. The night wind blew up debris all over the sky, and the entire sky was shrouded in a hazy red mist. The wind blows and the leaves fall, like a dream. After an unknown amount of time, the broken maples finally dispersed, and the two looked towards the center of the forest. Hongxian was half leaning and half lying on a fallen maple tree, her chest was heaving slightly, and blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing most of her body red.

There was a cold smile in her eyes. And the master, still half-kneeling in the pile of fallen leaves, the Tianhe Sword has been broken and thrown into the soil beside him.But Wenlong sword pierced her ribs, piercing her whole body.She knelt on the ground, her body was still shivering, but she held the handle of Wenlong Sword tightly with her hands, her knuckles were pale from the exertion, as if all the strength of her whole body was gathered in her hands. The master raised his head slowly, but there was a cold smile on his pale face. With a soft hiss, she pulled Wenlong Sword out of her body slowly. Every time she moved, a large stream of blood gushed out from the wound, but she didn't care.

"Hoo..." The sound of the sword rubbing against the bone made one's hair stand on end, but what was even more terrifying was her hoarse laughter: "Very good, very good, you even found the Sky Fox Neidan..." Nie Yinniang struggled to sit up, panting heavily, looked at her master with a sad smile and said, "It's not us, it's Mrs. Ren." "That night, when you tortured Hong Niang to death, she used her nails to carve four words on the palm of her hand: Tianhu Neidan." Nie Yinniang gasped for a while, looked up at the bright moon behind the cloud, and laughed softly Said: "Yunmeng Chenxiang is the only medicine in the world that can temporarily restrain the muscle pill, but this medicine has a disadvantage, that is, once it is mixed with the fragrance of Tianhu Neidan, it will have the opposite effect - it It will cause the toxicity of Changji Pill to attack in an instant, and it will be several times more powerful than usual."

Liu Yi lay in the mud, coughing, and said, "The inner alchemy of the sky fox is originally a hard-to-find panacea in the world. It needs the souls of thousands of spirit foxes to refine it. If you really want to find it, don't say that it is a mere Shura boy." Town, even if you travel all over the world, you may not be able to find it. However, what even you didn't expect is that the person who knows the secret of the muscle pill is not only Hongniang, but also Ren." As he spoke, he couldn't help smiling: "When Mrs. Ren first met us, she said that she was sure that Jing Ke would assassinate the King of Qin, and when she was dying, she gave us a pill. I couldn't help thinking If you think about these two things together, or what she said is sure, is Yunmeng Chenxiang's nemesis?"

Nie Yinniang took a deep breath, the cold wind at night made the wound on her chest more painful, but it also made her more awake.She continued intermittently: "Plus, Mrs. Ren has always been with Linghu, so we guess that she may have already practiced Tianhu Neidan. Therefore, our real bet is half of the red line and half of this Mei Neidan...you won the first half, but lost to the other half." The master nodded, hissed and chuckled, and slowly pulled out the long sword, saying: "Very well, Hongniang, Renshi, Hongxian, Nie Yinniang, Liu Yi, my most proud disciples in these legends, all participated in this battle." The act of assassinating me."

A large ball of blood poured out from her chest, dyeing her petite body red, and Nie Yinniang couldn't help it for a while. In any case, it was she who rescued them from mortal carnage, gave them a second life, and then made them legends like no other in the world. She is their benefactor, master, master. However, Hongxian's Wenlong Sword, Ren's Tianhu Neidan, Hongniang's muscle-stretching poison, her needles, and Liu Yi's resourcefulness were all used in this assassination of her! This is not only an assassination of the next level, but also a severance of the love of nurturing and teaching for many years! Nie Yinniang couldn't help but feel a little astringent, she was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "You are the one who wants to kill us, we are just protecting ourselves..." The master shook his head and said, "If I don't kill you, you will rebel sooner or later. No one likes a life where day and night are turned upside down, and the body is bathed in blood; no one does not yearn for freedom and sunshine." "You know?" Nie Yinniang shook her head, her emotions suddenly became agitated, and she said sharply, "Then why..." She had just finished speaking, when her wound throbbed and she almost fell down. The master sneered slightly, but did not speak. Liu Yi supported her from the side, and the two staggered up together, took two steps forward, and sat down beside Hongxian. Nie Yinniang tore off a skirt and bandaged the wound with red thread. The wound is so deep that I fear it will never heal forever. The rapid blood loss made Hongxian's face almost transparent, her consciousness gradually blurred, and a burst of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, which wetted the row of finely written names of the God of Taiyi. On the verge of coma, those ice-like purple eyes gradually closed, but the faint murderous aura emanating from her was still unbearable to look at. Nie Yinniang felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart. This is the red line. A powerful killing machine, a persistent and lonely girl, but also the most important person in Liu Yi's heart. The island of fire, the ice and snow, the sea breeze, the childhood of endless killing... The shared memories they once had were things she and Liu Yi would never have. Sometimes, the indelible memories of youth are so warm, but also so cruel. Those who did not walk in at the beginning will never have the opportunity to walk in again. Liu Yi, the man who lived and died with her in Shura Town, actually tried to kill her in order to protect the memory in his heart. Could it be that it was just because they met a little later than her? Could it be that seeing each other late is a mistake she can never make up for? Thinking of this, Nie Yinniang felt a little sour in her heart, and the movements of her hands became messy. Suddenly, an evil thought seemed to start in the night: As long as she does a little bit of manipulation, Red Thread, the best assassin in the legend, will disappear from this world forever. then…… Nie Yinniang was startled, and shook her head vigorously to drive this evil thought out of her mind. Although she doesn't like the red line, she even hopes that she can leave herself and Liu Yi, and go as far as possible. But at this moment, she never wanted to see her die. Because she is also their partner. ——A partner who once shared life and death. She took a deep breath and let her complicated thoughts disappear in the night wind. She felt her heart become pure again. Nie Yinniang turned her head to look at her master, and said calmly, "Just now, did you use the mind control technique on me?" The master smiled and said, "Yes. However, the mind-stealing technique evokes the desire that has existed in your heart for a long time." Her voice was low: "You want her to die." Nie Yinniang shook her head resolutely and said, "You are the one who misses her death." She was silent for a moment, and then said, "Why did you do this?" The master looked at the cold moon in the sky and said with a light smile: "Life and death are impermanent, why do you need to know these meaningless truths?" Nie Yinniang took a deep breath and said, "I just want to know, what kind of hatred is it that makes you treat us like this, and treat these disciples you taught yourself?" The master lowered her head and looked at the blood-stained long sword on her chest. The cold sword light reflected her pale face strangely.She shook her head slightly: "You are wrong. I want to kill you not because of hatred, but because I cherish you too much." She was angry for a while, coughed a few times, and smiled again: "You are my best!" Work, the best legend, I deeply cherish each of you. Even Hong Niang, those hatreds are insignificant compared to my love..." Nie Yinniang shook her head, her chest couldn't help heaving: "Love? Is this your love for us? Let us kill each other in the town of Shura, leaving no one behind. This is your cherishment for us? Torture is what you cherish about us?" The master looked at her silently, and the look in his eyes became a little sad: "Matchmaker, it's just the need of the ending, and Huo Xiaoyu..." For the first time, her voice revealed deep sadness: "I don't want to treat him like this..." She lowered her head and smiled slightly, but the smile was bitter: "However, I don't want him to see my changed appearance, and let him hear my hoarse voice after being tortured by Changji Pill." Nie Yinniang looked at her, and her eyes, which were as still as still water, also had deep ripples, as if a quiet deep pool in autumn was stirred up by the breeze at a certain inadvertent moment. Nie Yinniang seemed to understand something, she couldn't help but said in a daze: "Could it be that you love Huo Xiaoyu too?" The master shook his head and remained silent for a long time, seeming to be lost in memories. Yes, anyone will have an indelible memory. Those little bits of happiness at the beginning will become the treasure of a lifetime after they pass away.Whenever I think about it, I feel inexplicable sadness. Perhaps this memory belonging to the master is actually shared with Huo Xiaoyu in life and death. However, she finally said with a sad smile: "I said, I am the master of the legend, and I love each of you." Nie Yinniang was speechless for a moment.For a moment, Huo Xiaoyu's pale and thin face appeared in front of his eyes. His love for his master was so persistent that he would never stop until death, but what about his master for him?If it is really love, then how cruel this love is.She destroyed his body, and then abandoned him in the barren mountain hall, allowing him to live in loneliness and darkness for five full years. The last brief meeting, she was still so calm and cruel behind the veil, peeling off the His tattoos. Could this be her love? Nie Yinniang couldn't help sighing, unable to speak for a long time. The master's expression gradually recovered, and he said calmly: "You also know that I won't live long. In this short life, I am conceited that I am a genius gifted by God, and I am extremely intelligent. Qimen dunjia, poetry, calligraphy and painting, swordsmanship and inner strength, as long as they come into my hands , all of them have reached first-class level in just a few years... However, do you know how all this came about?" Nie Yinniang was a little hesitant, as Huo Xiaoyu said, she is an unborn genius, a legend bestowed by the heavens, but she really couldn't figure out why the heavens were so generous and gave her so many talents that ordinary people couldn't match. The master smiled lightly and said: "Wealth is incomparable to the country, martial arts are world-class, and fame is moving all over the world... Do you envy me? However, this is just an exchange, a lifelong enshrinement, and I will use my heart, my blood, and every inch of me for one." Flesh and blood, go and repay the debt little by little." Her eyes gradually swept across the faces of Liu Yi and Nie Yinniang: "I know, you all hate me for giving you a childhood that never sees the light of day. When other children are playing and crying in the arms of their parents, you want Wipe away the tears, tie up the wounds, and complete one endless assassination after another. However, if when I was young, who could give me and my brother a bowl of rice to eat, a pair of shabby clothes to shelter from the cold, and a few pieces of broken tiles for shelter, I am definitely willing to kill for him, even if it means killing all the people in the world." Nie Yinniang was startled: "Brother?" The master smiled: "Yes, I have a younger brother, he must be the smartest and most beautiful man in the world - if he is still alive." Many years have passed, and her sorrow is like the embroidered satin on the bottom of the box. Although the color has faded by the years, and the background color cannot be seen, it is still stitch by stitch, densely packed, just like embroidered on the heart of a person. Nie Yinniang couldn't help feeling a pain in her heart: "What the hell happened?" The master cast his gaze into the depths of the night, and said slowly: "My father is a scholar, and after a long time he failed to succeed, and gradually faded away from the idea of ​​fame. On the recommendation of the elders in the clan, he went to teach at the home of a relative who is an official. A livelihood. Soon, that relative was involved in a serious case of rebellion, and was sentenced to beheaded and imprisoned the entire family. My parents were also beheaded, and my brother and I were only confiscated as slaves because we were young. The days of being sold Here, my five-year-old brother is seriously ill..." There was also a bit of bitterness in the master's voice: "In order to give my brother a chance, I risked the death penalty and took him into the forest, but his cold attacks became more and more frequent, and every time he would convulse all over his body, the pain was so painful In order to make him feel better, I searched my stomach and told him the stories I read in the book one by one." Nie Yinniang couldn't help asking: "Legendary?" The master nodded: "I still thank fate for allowing me to accidentally see the set of "Taiping Guangji" in my father's room. So those legends about the flowers before the moon and the grotesque world are all boiled down into a potion by me. Soup and medicine, soothe my brother's heart that is tortured by the disease." "In the next few months, my brother became very quiet and obedient. He fell asleep most of the time, and once he woke up, he would open his clear eyes and listen quietly to me telling the legends written by the Tang people. I really hope that I can talk with him forever..." "Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. After a convulsion, he narrowly escaped death, but his voice and hearing were lost forever, and he could never hear my story again. So, I took off the only jacket and made A few rag dolls. The faces of the dolls were covered with a layer of white cloth, and I used burnt charcoal to draw legendary characters on them, and then used them to perform silent romances for my brother." "He always watched me perform, and then smiled idiotically. From his smile, I knew that at this moment, his soul was freed from the torment of illness and returned to the world of eccentricity and fascination. For the first time, I realized that the legend I described was so wonderful that it could make my younger brother temporarily forget his illness and gain a moment of peace." The master sighed softly, and a bit of bitterness climbed up between her brows: "However, the legend can relieve his pain, but it cannot prolong his life. He is finally on his deathbed." "It was a Mid-Autumn Festival night. He woke up with a flash of light. He circled his small hands and brought them to his mouth, gesticulating the scene of eating moon cakes with his parents. I knew that this was his last wish. So I coaxed After he fell asleep, he took the dagger he had polished and went down the mountain." Nie Yinniang hesitated for a moment, then asked suspiciously, "You want to rob?" The master smiled faintly: "Yes, but not to grab gold and silver, but to bring back mooncakes for my dying brother. I am lying in ambush under the archway of the most prosperous Wanhua Lane in the city. The carriage rushed over... It is conceivable that the first assassination in my life failed completely. Just when I was beaten and kicked by the servant and almost lost consciousness, the owner of the carriage rolled up the curtain and picked me up. A rag doll that fell to the ground." A smile appeared on the corner of the master's mouth: "He is Feiyi, the chief painter of Xilu Painting Academy, the number one painting academy in the world. He wiped off the blood on my hands and told me that I am a painting genius. He bought that doll and was willing to accept me as his apprentice. Instead of going with him, I bought all the most expensive mooncakes in the city with the money he gave, and ran back to the cave where we lived." "When I went back, the moon hadn't set yet, and it was still so round and so bright. It's just..." She took a deep breath, and her voice couldn't help trembling: "His body is only faintly warm... " Nie Yinniang couldn't help being startled: "How could this be..." The master shook his head, but did not answer.In the night, her shoulders trembled slightly, and it took a long time to calm down, and she said softly: "I thought I would die with him, but I didn't, I buried the rest of the dolls and the full package of moon cakes with him Deep in the cave, two days later, I packed my bags again and went down the mountain." "I found the Xilu Academy of Painting a hundred miles away. The non-cloth artist was traveling abroad. With his seal, I successfully entered the Academy. Amidst the contempt of everyone, I studied and practiced painting skills without sleep. Until three years The next night, I stayed up all night and painted twelve long scrolls of legends of the Tang Dynasty on the largest screen wall in the painting academy. I became famous in one fell swoop.” A faint sneer floated on the corner of her mouth: "It turns out that people who look down on me are amazed by my paintings. Only I know how that painting was born. It not only condenses my hard work, but also my brother's mere The life of a six-year-old. That night, every stroke I made seemed to be engraved on his fragile life." She looked at the night sky and repeated with a smile: "Yes, I am like this, and I have engraved him into eternity with one stroke." Engraved with a pen, eternal life. This sentence reminded Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi of the depictions on the faces of those dolls.That was the lifelike death of the companions.There was a chill in the hearts of the two of them, and they were speechless for a while. The owner continued: "Since then, I have become a famous painter all over the country. Even Feiyi's name has been gradually forgotten because of my rise. Since then, I have begun the first glorious years of my life. Those Days, I really complied with the old saying that "the heaven and the earth have the same power". My luck was unbelievable. When I was hunted down and fell into the valley, I accidentally found a book left by a Tang Dynasty sword fairy , sword. I lived in the valley for seven years, and when I walked out, I was already a first-class swordsman in the rivers and lakes. When I blamed myself for a manslaughter and fell into missing my younger brother, a younger brother who looked very similar The man of my life came to me, built me ​​the most secluded hermitage, and promised to spend the rest of his life with me..." She paused, and said heavily: "Everything is such a coincidence. When I need money, God gives me money; when I need martial arts, God gives me martial arts; when I need love, God gives me love! However, facing God What I feel is not happiness, but fear—it has given so much, so what do you want?” She suddenly turned her head and looked at Nie Yinniang, as if she wanted to find the answer from her. Nie Yinniang shuddered and lowered her head to avoid her gaze. The master laughed at himself: "I should have thought of it earlier. Feiyi is actually the word Pei, which is a surname, and 铏, which is a first name." Nie Yinniang was taken aback: "Pei Cheng?" She seemed to have remembered something. Pei Cheng is the author of the earliest collection of legends.From him all legends are named after him. The master turned his eyes to the distance: "There may not be a painter named Feiyi in the world, and there is no sword fairy named Chou. All these are just Gods reminding me of my mission. I want to be like the genius in Tang Dynasty. He also created classics—he gave me all this, but he wanted to draw a great legend with my hands and my heart.” "Legend..." Nie Yinniang couldn't help repeating these two words as if she had realized something. "It's all because..." The master's smile was a bit bitter: "The god who is in charge of art is my biggest reader. Everything I have is just a gift from him on a whim. Because he doesn't know, what will happen to me in the next moment? What kind of legend will be created. Therefore, he pampered me, protected me, and allowed me to live such a noble and prosperous life in this world..." Her voice seemed a little sad in the night sky, and it scattered into the autumn wind, as if she had also fallen into a sad memory. Only the moonlight floods the earth like flowing water. Yes, the god of the arts is so generous, granting talent, wealth, status to his chosen ones... However, it is by no means so generous that you don't expect anything in return. He is so careful, he puts every fortune he gives you on the invisible balance.On the other end, you have to use your work to worship. The heavier he gives, the heavier the balance asks.So, you can't help but put all your ingenuity, all your love, all your hatred, until every drop of blood, every piece of flesh, every breath, every drop of tear... In fact, every child who happens to be gifted promises a deal.You took the candy from the hand of the god, and then became his slave. From then on, you worked hard to create brilliant works for him forever. The gods of art are so kind.He allows those children who have nothing and their hearts are full of scars to be able to stand on top of others one day and soothe their wounded hearts with endless prosperity and boundless admiration.However, he is also so vicious that he wants you to repay his kindness with your whole life. From the first day of being a genius, he has made an unbreakable contract with the god of art.You will forever struggle in the agony of childbirth, offering your last drop of blood.You can't give up halfway, and you can't stand still, let alone repeat your own creation. Because, you are just the favorite concubine of the gods.Carefully accompany the powerful, tyrannical, fickle king.When you are still able to please him, he will give you endless love, can make you powerful in the world, and make your family shine, but once one day, your talent and ideas are exhausted, then you will repeat the fate of the concubines. Take back everything that was given to you, and make you worthless clay again. Even, in order to make you willing to give everything, he will take away your relatives, your lover, and leave you alone in the world, only to be his concubine and his slave forever. This is the offering he wanted. Nie Yinniang couldn't help feeling a little pity in her heart, and looked up at her master. There was a pure smile on the master's childlike face: "I knew this before, but I was willing to accept my fate. Since the gods use the name of Pei Chan to tell me, it means that he wants me to worship, It is definitely not an imitation of Tang legends, but a brand-new legend that surpasses the old works of Tang people... So, I burned all the scrolls I painted overnight, because I understand that if I continue to draw with a brush, no matter what Nor can it go beyond the legend itself. I want to write with a deeper pen." Nie Yinniang's heart was shocked, she already vaguely understood how cruel this legend would be born. The master's voice was still calm: "For this reason, I created the legend and created you. Shura Town is my canvas, my strength is the brush, and you are the lifelike characters in my brush." She looked at the round bright moon, and there was a touch of desolation in her voice: "For this sacrifice, I accidentally pushed my brother onto the altar, and then deliberately, I put Huo Xiaoyu, myself, and my most beloved legend I am like the mother who sacrificed her child in the legend. Every time the child frowns and cries, it breaks my heart. But..." Her voice was extremely low, but she suddenly trembled: "But I don't regret it." "This brand-new long volume, which brings together twelve legendary characters, will be named after Bu Feiyan, and thus will be passed down in the world forever. It will surpass the Tang Dynasty's "Feiyan Biography" and become an unparalleled legend in the world." She looked at Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi quietly, with a face as calm as water, and said word by word: "This is what I have drawn wholeheartedly, the thirteenth legend." Nie Yinniang was startled, as if she was still thinking about the meaning of her words.She nodded with difficulty: "It turns out that the thirteenth legend called "Bu Fei Yan" is not "Fei Yan Biography" written by Tang Ren, but a story we performed in Shura Town." The master smiled lightly and said, "That's right, this is the legend named after me, the legend that belongs only to me. This is also the most precious sacrifice, the offering of life, that I offer to the gods." She took a deep look at Liu Yi, Nie Yinniang and Hong Xian: "Your life and mine, our life, this is the best legend. It has never been written before, and there will never be another one in the future." Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi took a deep breath, they could hear the madness and cruelty in her words, but they couldn't deny her words. Bitterness appeared in the calm eyes of the master: "However, your legend has just reached its peak, but my life has come to an end. You are my best work. As the one who created you, I can't bear to let you go!" You are left alone in this filthy world. Therefore, I have to let you go to the end in advance." There was a smile on her face, but she was as pure as an eleven or twelve-year-old child: "The most perfect, legendary ending." Frightened by her smile, Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi were speechless for a moment. "So, I let you come to Shura Town and die according to the ending I want. I created you and then destroyed you. This is how legends are written, and it is also the privilege of creators." She looked up at the frosty moon "From then on, this legend named after me will be passed down from generation to generation in the world and become an unrepeatable classic." Nie Yinniang finally couldn't help interrupting her: "But, does the god you believe in really exist? Even if it does exist, in order to complete this illusory sacrifice, you will let us all die?" The master looked back at her, and said coldly: "In the eyes of the gods, perfect art is ten thousand times more precious than life. For this great legend, there is no regret. In order to make the god of art happy, there is nothing wrong with dedicating your short lives. What a pity?" Nie Yinniang shook her head: "Nothing is more precious than life!" The master shook his head and said, "Life is short, but only a hundred years, but a perfect legend will last forever. You may not understand it now, but one day, you will agree with me." Nie Yinniang shook her head. In her life, she has met many persistent people.Some people are obsessed with power, some are obsessed with money, in the legend, Wang Xianke is obsessed with family affection, Xie Xiaoe is obsessed with hatred, Huo Xiaoyu is obsessed with love...they all regard the people and things they are obsessed with as more important than their lives, and do not hesitate to Use your whole life to find and protect.However, their omnipotent master is obsessed with an illusory legend, a story that will be passed down through the ages, and she does not hesitate to abandon her life of wealth and wealth.This is something Nie Yinniang can't understand anyway. Can so-called legends and so-called art really make people persistent?Nie Yinniang couldn't help feeling a little confused. At this moment, Liu Yi held the hands of Nie Yinniang and Hongxian from behind, and said calmly: "I only know that we will walk out of Shura Town together. As for this legend that has been passed down through the ages, I will leave it to you to write slowly." The master raised her head suddenly, the long sword in her body had been completely pulled out by her, and she held it lightly in her hand.She looked at the three of them with mocking eyes: "Do you really think that I will let you rewrite my ending?" She smiled coldly at the three of them, and with this smile, an endless arrogance suddenly rushed to her face: "You forgot, I am the creator of the legend, and only I can decide the end of the legend..." She looked up at the moon sky, and her hoarse voice became ethereal: "Do you like the ending of All Destruction?" The moonlight poured down like running water, as if answering her question. Liu Yi was startled, and said: "Not good!" He was about to pull the two of them away together, but it was already too late! The purple air soared, and the long sword in her hand suddenly rotated, and the surrounding air seemed to be drawn tighter and tighter, and another scorching air flow was also continuously expanding in this closed space, as if it was about to explode at any time. It exploded. Nie Yinniang, Liu Yi, and Hongxian watched helplessly as the air flow filled the space, biting and clashing, but they had no strength to resist. Perhaps it would be a good ending to let the last legend die together with its creator and turn into dust. The purple light was united, and the air was getting tighter and tighter. In the dazzling sword light, Liu Yi suddenly discovered that the center of the master's sword was not completely tight, maybe it was due to the effect of the stretching muscle pill, or maybe it was the scar that passed through her chest. , There will be a very small gap every week of the long sword dance.However, this gap is fleeting, and at most only one person can venture through it. Hongxian, Nie Yinniang, and herself, there is only one person who has the chance to break through the encirclement of sword energy. The opportunity of this first-line student is so cruel, who will take the risk and break out of the siege; and who and who will face death in the end? At that short moment, Liu Yi's heart was filled with thousands of thoughts at the same time, and it was difficult to make a decision. In the gambling game of life, he has always been a too rational gambler.No matter how noisy the surroundings are, he can always stand on the sidelines and use all his strength to calculate, calculate the greatest probability, and calculate the greatest benefit.However, now, when it came to the most critical game, his heart was completely lost. Who goes and who stays?It's not that I can't count, but that I don't have the courage to count at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he involuntarily glanced at the two women beside him. Nie Yinniang stared blankly at the overwhelming sword light, her eyes were wide open, she felt fear, helplessness, and unwillingness in her heart, and she was still concentrating on looking for opportunities to fight back.She is the type of person who will never give up until the last moment. In this town of Shura full of killings, it was her persistence, her strength, and her firm belief that made the two of them support each other step by step, making it to where they are today. There was a cold smile on Hongxian's face, watching the Wenlong sword that once belonged to her whistling towards her, in her eyes, for the first time, the frenzy for killing faded away, and a slight tiredness appeared. More than ten years of assassination career, lonely, cold and dark, took away the life of the victim, and at the same time, it also ground the murderer's heart like a stone. Disgust and exhaustion corrode their souls to the point where they will die in the end.In order to allow themselves to live more like human beings, they have to find some dreams and some comfort for themselves. Perhaps her intoxication of killing is just a kind of consolation. Only when she stabs the cold sword into the opponent's chest again and again, the smell of hot blood and the sound of blood rushing can cover up the tiredness deep in her heart. . Now, Hong Xian finally put aside her long sword, letting go of that iron-stone heart. She stared at the Wenlong Sword that once belonged to her, and a quiet purple light gradually condensed in her eyes, as if in the early autumn sky, the last The brightest star.She seemed to be quietly waiting for something. She wants to use her own blood to meet the final feast of killing! This is the last blood.her blood. Ten years ago, on that lonely island, the purple-clothed girl who was standing opposite him with a sword was covered in scars, half of her face was bloody, and there was such a divine light in her eyes. The sword mark on her body that was carved for her is still aching... The sword energy was all over the sky, and Liu Yi was forcibly awakened from his memories. Time no longer allowed him to think about it! The master's sword aura came through the air, and Liu Yi could even feel that it was not like a murderous sword aura, but like a song at the end of a story, without anger or madness, but with a clear sense of relief, let you Can't help but fall into a deep sleep under its embrace. At this critical moment, Liu Yi suddenly pushed Nie Yinniang's waist! 他将她向那道剑气的罅隙推了出去，而后回过头，紧紧把红线护在怀里…… 红线第一次没有抗拒，而只是默默凝视他的双眼。 柳毅脸上掠过欣慰的笑，从胸前取出一块紫色的丝绸包裹，轻轻托在手上。 这个包裹，在修罗镇的土穴中，聂隐娘曾看到过一次。为了这个包裹，两个信任的伙伴几乎兵戎相见。 而今，它被托在苍白的掌中，仍然宛如一个价值连城的珍宝。 柳毅的手停滞在半空，低头喘息，那个简单的动作，却似乎耗去了他全部的精力。 刚才，为了将聂隐娘推出主人的剑气包围，他已经用尽了最后一分力气，全身的筋脉，也被凌厉剑气挫伤。 鲜血，从他眼中、口中不断渗出，让他清俊的面容，看上去也有几分可怕。 他的动作虚弱无力，但他的笑容却依旧如同海边的朝阳，给人无比的温暖。就在这笑容中，他颤抖着将那包裹层层解开。 柳毅轻轻笑道：“你赢了，我们终于还是没能一起离开这杀戮之地。” 这是一片缤纷的翠羽。 翠色已有几分凋零，看上去已经过了许多年头。但每一丝羽络都完整无缺，看出它是怎样被珍惜，被呵护来着。 他将这片翠羽一点点托向红线。 一片小小的羽毛，在他手中，却仿佛有千斤之重。 翠羽在夜风中摇曳，时光仿佛在一瞬间倒流开去…… 那是多年前的一个赌约。 海边的孤崖上，两个衣衫单薄的孩子长跪雪中。 柳毅低头在雪地上喋喋不休地画着圈，突然，一只冻僵的海鸟坠落下来，几乎砸到他的头。 柳毅捧起海鸟，这只海鸟的左翼上有一个很深的创口，鲜血将它翠玉般的羽毛都染成了红色。 柳毅大惊小怪地跳了起来，想到师父可能就窥测在旁，又赶紧跪了下去。他在地上画着圈儿问对面的紫衣女孩：“怎么办呢？它快死了。” 紫衣女孩一动不动，也不说话。 柳毅皱着眉头，在海鸟身上按了几下，人体穴道的课程，三天前刚刚学过，可是鸟的呢？ 他迟疑了片刻，找不到别的方法，只好将海鸟放入胸口处。 鸟身宛如一块冻了三天三夜的冰，紧贴在胸前，激得柳毅呲牙咧嘴，他紧紧咬住牙关，才没将小鸟丢开。 好容易缓过气，柳毅一抬头，就看到了紫衣女孩嘴角微微弯起。 这是他第一次看到她笑。 紫衣女孩发现柳毅在看她，脸一板，又恢复了冰霜之容。 柳毅却久久怔住了。 没想到她也会笑，更没想到她的笑容，竟然也会如此纯净，宛如海天之上，偶然吹过的微风。 恍惚中，胸前海鸟的身体渐渐也不那么冷了。 后来，师父特许他暂时离开思过崖，替他去海底采摘珊瑚枝，他悄悄将还未痊愈的海鸟放到了紫衣女孩脚下。 等他回来的时候，却看到小鸟已经被她捧在胸前了…… 三天后，那只重新变得翠色欲滴的海鸟，徐徐展开双翼，从紫衣女孩指间飞去。 女孩目送它越飞越远，直到消失在海天之际。 那一刻，他看到了她紫色双眸中神光跃动，似乎那月色下，泛起点点波澜的幽潭。 那点涟漪，包含着怎样的羡慕与企盼。虽然稍纵即逝，却已深深镌刻在柳毅心中。 原来，她也是如此向往自由。 我们一定要得到自由。 年幼的柳毅望着荒凉的孤岛，不禁默默地想。 一只翠羽打着圈儿，从空中坠下，仿佛那重获新生的海鸟，在自由的空气中写下一行无形的文字，那是它对两人的感恩和祝愿。 一年后，一场惨烈的训练。 对决的，骇然正是近年来纵横东海的日本浪人。 敌人神出鬼没，一丛灌木，一方泥土，一棵枯木，都随时会化为雪亮的长刀！ 热血溅入眼睛，酸痛得想要流泪，世界整个变得血红，但手上刺出的剑却不能停止！ 紫衣女孩也不知杀了多少个人，她渐渐感到自己的手和手中的剑一样，都快被人的骨肉生生磨钝。 噗的一声轻响，她的长剑刺入敌人的眉心，血与脑髓混合成粉红的色泽，溅到她的脸上。这样的场景本已见过多次，但她不知为何，却感到前所未有的恶心。 她的身子一凛，向后退了一步。 突然，她身后的那块石头突然变幻，化为一柄冰冷的利刃，向她横劈而下。 紫衣女孩嘴角浮起一抹自嘲的冷笑，却没有回剑抵挡。 那一瞬间，柳毅什么也没有想，几乎本能地甩开自己眼前的敌人，扑了上去。大团的血花在风中飞散，宛如满天落雪，散盖了紫衣女孩全身。 他为她挡住了这一剑。 他苏醒的时候，战斗已经结束，她正在替他包扎伤口。 她包扎的方式也迥异于老师的传授，极为粗糙，毫无章法，但却实用。 她冷冷地说，为什么救她，为什么不看着她死去。 柳毅看着她冰冷的双眼，说不出理由。 是的，这样的生活，一场接着一场刺杀，鲜血成海，尸骨堆积，宛如漫长而可怕的梦魇，却是永无苏醒的可能。 这海中的孤岛，断绝了一切出路，断绝了与外界的联络，只不过一片修罗道场，不过是疯狂杀戮的炼狱。 在炼狱中，没有人，找得到活下去的理由。 柳毅咬了咬失血的双唇，从胸口处掏出了一件东西，递给她。 那正是一年前的那片翠羽。 他斩钉截铁地说：“我打赌，我们一定能一起离开。” 三年后，在最后刺杀的对决前，两人再度见面了。 两人都已经成长为足以独当一面的刺客。 差的只是这最后的考验。 他们已经知道了最后刺杀的规则——这些一同生活了数年的伙伴，必须杀死彼此，只有一个人，能走出这片杀戮之地。 两人相对，久久无言。 也不知过了多久，柳毅咬牙说：“不要因为我救过你，而对我手下留情。” “如果最后非要对决，我希望，那是公平的对决。” 女孩默然片刻，转身离去。 她身后，那枚翠羽在空中打着旋儿，轻轻飘落。 她也留下了一个赌约： “我也打赌，我们不可能一起离开。” 枫林落血，剑光流转。 天河剑辉煌无匹的光华中，柳毅轻轻咳血，将手中的翠羽举起，微微苦笑：“你赢了，我们不能一起离开……” 他的声音变得沉着、坚定：“但是，我们却可以一起留下。” 他望着她，一字字道：“我们会自由地在一起，永远。” “这是我们的传奇，再没有人能改变……” 红线的眼中也涌起了鳞鳞波光，她终于伸出手去，想接过那枚珍藏多年的翠羽。 这是多年前，那受伤的小生灵的祝福。 是自由的祝福。 也是爱的祝福。 这祝福的力量，让传奇中人挣脱了书页的束缚，一个个变得立体鲜活，有了自己的命运；这力量，让传奇的撰写者，再也无法决定他们的结局！ 他们，不再是一个个冠以传奇之名的符号，而是真正的人。 人的尊严，在这一刻迸发出连神明都要退避的光辉。 ——传奇，第一次因人而设。 因人而伟大。 翠羽还没来得及交到她的手中，砰的一声巨响，那蓬紫光终于完全炸开！ 无数棵枫树轰然倒地，血红的枫叶满天乱舞，将飞溅的血迹掩盖得无影无踪。 大地震荡，山峦嘶吼，摇曳的紫光中，聂隐娘最后看见，柳毅将红线搂在怀中，似乎抬头看了她一眼，又似乎没有。 两人的身影猛地一晃，已被紫光吞没。 聂隐娘惊呼一声，想要折转身去，一阵更加猛烈的爆炸袭来，将她震得晕了过去。