Chapter 10 Chapter Ten The Capital of the Seventh Day

It was dusk again. Xiangsi sat in front of the mirror, she stared at herself in the mirror obsessively.Will that flowery face have a home today?From now on, it is no longer self-harm and self-pity, but is there someone to share with? Acacia's smile was tinged with melancholy, her face was covered with rouge and gouache, but she didn't start to dress up.She wants to take another look at Qing Shui's face, the memory that will be covered by the red hijab. The sound of silk strings in Huayin Pavilion gradually resounded, it must be the team that welcomes the bride. Acacia began to smile.

The hall was full of congratulatory guests, and almost all the famous people in the Jianghu were listed, as well as all the high-ranking officials in the court.Who would dare not come to congratulate the princess on her marriage with the master of Huayin Pavilion?Zhuo Wangsun sat in the high hall, full of beauties, but there was absolutely no smile on his face. He was also in casual attire, because he didn't think it was a festive day. This is a day to kill. Seeing so many smiling faces around him, he just thought it was funny, and he suddenly wanted to see how the blood splattered on these people's faces.Will they panic?Will you be happy?

He only hoped that all this would be over soon, so that he could go to the Xiangsi Lake and reap the fruits of his seven days. He will take back his sword heart, his power, only he can control, and then he will give Xiaoluan a healthy life.Because, this is what he promised her. The sound of the silk strings was even louder, making people feel disturbed for a while. He has made up his mind, so what is he upset about? Yang Yizhi stood quietly in the jungle by the lake, his clothes were wet with dew, but he didn't notice anything. His eyes are full of pain, because he knows what is waiting for Acacia.

And all of this was brought by him! Will her happiness be destroyed by him? Yang Yizhi clenched his fists, his heart was suddenly filled with anger towards himself. Acacia's smile overlaps in the mirror, reflecting unreal shadows in a trance.The drum music was far and near, but it did not come to the lake.They will definitely come, the rules are to turn around. Xiangsi picked up a box of rouge and opened it.A drop of clear tears dripped on the rouge, and immediately the dull red became brighter.Ok, no need to re-moisten.Xiangsi opened up all the makeup powders and put them on in the mirror.

That quiet beauty gradually became clear with the light hook of her slender fingers.That is the beauty that has been waiting for a long time, that is the beauty that is full of wishes, and it is exactly the same as the big red wedding dress hanging on one side. The drum music has been silent, they should take a rest too, the mountain road is difficult to walk. Looking at her face in the mirror, Xiangsi gently draws on her eyebrows one by one.Before the flowers and under the moon, this beauty is enough to stay together. She evened out the makeup on her face very carefully. Yes, she had to paint slowly, and she had to be beautiful enough to be worthy of the years of protection.

The pain in Yang Yizhi's eyes was even heavier. He knew that the princess had been picked up by Gu Le and had already arrived in the Huaying Pavilion, but Xiangsi was still smiling and painting her bridal makeup. He watched her put on her wedding dress and phoenix crown, and sat quietly in the cabin, waiting. She waited in silence, waiting for the sedan chair that would never belong to her. Yang Yizhi trembled all over, he finally couldn't help it, and rushed in staggeringly: "Give up, he won't come to pick you up!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help being surprised—how could he say that!

Xiangsi was surprised by his appearance, but then smiled quietly: "He will definitely come. This lake and this house are all shared by us. He will definitely come." Yes, by the lake, Zhuo Wangsun is Zhuo Wangsun, and Acacia is Acacia. Once you enter the cabinet, everything changes.So, as long as he comes to the lake again, everything will be fine.He will remember me and the wedding dress he gave me. Xiangsi thought quietly, Yang Yizhi's appearance made her have an ominous premonition, and tears welled up in her eyes. Yang Yizhi looked at her tears, and hissed, "The wedding dress is a gift from Qianli Zishi, and it was placed at the bottom of the box containing the butterfly. He didn't know that there was this wedding dress."

Xiangsi smiled and said, "You're wrong, he put this package next to my pillow." Yang Yizhi was speechless.He couldn't tell her that he was the one who sent her back to the hut that day.Not to mention telling him that he also accidentally picked up the package and put it under her pillow. Xiangsi is still smiling, but there is a faint uneasiness in the smile. This room, this mirror stand, maybe they can be forgotten, but what about the flying memories?The lotus flower in his hand, the wooden house made of wooden piles, they sneaked around the market together, went to the pawnshop when they had no money, and had a fight with hooligans... These are not so much gifts, Rather, it is the accumulation of memories.

Gifts will dissipate in the deposition of annual rings, but memories will never die, engraved in the hearts of lonely people, and always held in their hearts by dreams awakened at midnight. That was her love from life to life. Yang Yizhi's trembling became more and more intense. If he hadn't brought Wu Qingfeng here, maybe none of this would have happened! He kept saying that he wanted to protect her happiness, but now he personally pushed her into a scam—the cruelest scam. How could he stand in the night dew all the time, watching her cry in despair?How could he continue to hide in the dark and listen to her heartbroken voice?

Yang Yizhi gritted his teeth and firmly held Xiangsi's hand: "Go! I'll take you to find him!" Xiangsi was startled, and was about to break free, but was startled by his expression when she looked up. It was the first time she saw him look like this.The person who has always been graceful and exalted like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties has now been occupied by pain and anger. He said word by word: "I will never let him treat you like this!" Fengyue Jianqi rolled up Acacia's wedding dress and rushed towards Huayin Pavilion. There, the drum music is full of joy and joy.

Zhu Zizaoxiu is the princess's Luanjia.The most gorgeous wedding dress covered her face, but it couldn't hide the royal atmosphere and the dignity of nobles.The ceremony officer sang loudly, using the most rigorous ancient etiquette to urge the wedding to proceed according to the most graceful procedures. There was absolutely no smile on Zhuo Wangsun's face, his eyes occasionally focused on the Tianwu Baolun hanging on the high hall. Because this is the magic weapon of the great god, it is regarded as the first item of the princess's dowry, and it is placed with great care.Zhuo Wangsun's eyes never stayed on the princess.The sky was full of joy, but the strange thing was that his heart was so peaceful that he didn't even have a single thought. This couldn't help but surprised even himself.This noisy drum music seems to belong to someone else, and it is contained in a delicate crystal box. Although it is close at hand, it can never be touched.The monstrous prosperity and wealth are not her own, no. So, what is your own?Zhuo Wangsun felt a little sad, he suddenly thought of the moonlight in the heart of the lake full of butterflies dancing in the sky. Is that your own? He suddenly thought very much, really wanted to take another look at the moonlight at that time. Now, what about the moonlight outside the window? Suddenly, the door of the lobby was pushed open, Yang Yizhi took Xiangsi's hand and stumbled in. Zhuo Wangsun's face turned cold in an instant. Yes, it's a day to kill! He could even feel the traces of murderous aura rising from his palms, they were circling and flying, making a sharp whistling sound, reminding him to take back everything he had. Everything in this world should belong to him! Yang Yizhi rushed in front of him and said word by word: "You...you can't do this!" Zhuo Wangsun looked at him indifferently. Yang Yizhi's complexion was abnormally pale, this was the whiteness of anger, and the whiteness of exasperation. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly felt a little funny, because he had never seen Yang Yizhi lose his composure like this.Even when he was fighting the incomparable Ji Yunshang, Yang Yizhi was still calm and calm, but now, he lost all his dignity as a swordsman. Since it is lost, it is damned. Zhuo Wangsun said coldly: "What can't I do?" Yang Yizhi pushed Acacia in front of him forcefully: "You...you can't treat her like this!" His eyes turned red, and he said angrily: "Since you are Princess Shang, why did you deceive her? Why did you let her suffer, but enjoy this flower and candle night with peace of mind? You...you can perceive Did it reach her heart?" He roared angrily: "Can you understand how she felt when she was wearing a wedding dress by the lake alone? You...how can you do this!" His anger turned into a raging fire, and he rushed towards Zhuo Wangsun.But Zhuo Wangsun's face was still so pale: "Isn't this exactly what you want? You asked me to give it to Princess Shang." Yang Yizhi shouted: "Not now!" He pulled Xiangsi to Zhuo Wangsun, and said word by word: "I want you to marry her!" As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked! Princess Shang's grand ceremony, is it a child's play? The emperor's order attracts the attention of the world, the hall is full of guests, all dressed up, and he actually wants to order the groom to come out and leave it for another woman? ! Zhuo Wangsun still sneered, he turned his head to look at Wu Qingfeng and Yang Jisheng, and said mockingly: "My lords, is this also your arrangement?" Wu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the furious Yang Yizhi. He didn't understand why Yang Yizhi was so angry, but he vaguely felt that things had become interesting, so he didn't speak. Yang Jisheng became angry.He will never allow the princess' wedding to be disrupted by his son!He said angrily: "Yizhi, are you crazy!" His old voice was like a whip, lashing at Yang Yizhi's body. Yang Yizhi's eyes couldn't help but heat up. How many years, this is the first time my father called my name.This proves that he still regards himself as his son.This public "Yizhi" is a forgiveness, a gift, and a threat. How many years have passed, isn't he waiting for this day, waiting for his father to call him by his name again? He held Acacia's hand, also trembling a little.Princess wedding, is it a child's play!He could vaguely see the expectation, anger and even pleading in his father's eyes. If I don't let go, my father's little understanding will be lost again, and there will be no more. In an instant, he became sober. Xiangsi looked at him in panic, looked at Zhuo Wangsun, and looked at everyone. After an unknown amount of time, a desolate smile finally appeared on her pale face: "Forget it...forget it, I didn't ask for anything!" Dahong's wedding dress was broken in tears, and the tears were broken in the wedding hall. Everything is broken. It shouldn't have been like this... Yang Yizhi was stunned by her tears, and couldn't help but take a step back. No matter how strong the opponent was, how strong the sword energy was, he never retreated.But today, he retreated again and again because of the tears of the woman in front of him! He shook his head vigorously, stood upright suddenly, and hissed, "No!" This cry penetrated Xitang and made the whole night tremble. He suddenly looked up with tears in his eyes, as if he was explaining for himself, or just to himself: "I thought life would have many meanings, so I did not hesitate to confine my heart to fulfill these meanings, but now, I But I have realized: the meaning of life is to protect the one you love so that she will never cry." He stared deeply at Acacia, and slowly said: "I love you, so, I must not see you cry." His expression was full of firmness, and his firmness was a little tired.This was something he would never say, but now that he said it, he felt only relief, not shame or regret. But there was an instant silence in the lobby, because his words were too shocking and shocking! His words were like a strong thunder, hitting everyone, and like a strong wind, blowing away their composure, leaving only horror. This is a shocking sentence, but Yang Yizhi only said it lightly. He knew that after he said it, he would face his father, Zhuo Wangsun, the world.But he doesn't care! The tears that stained the wedding dress made him no longer care about those scruples, he wanted to say it as soon as possible, and be the real Yang Yizhi as soon as possible. This time, he will only be true to his own heart. This heart no longer hesitates for the sake of the world or the country, but is only used to protect the loved ones. For this reason, he no longer retreated, but raised his head bravely, facing all the shock and contempt. Zhuo Wangsun's eyes quickly turned cold, staring at Yang Yizhi like a cold light, but Yang Yizhi never dodged.There was only purity in his eyes. Because that is his heart. An unspeakable emotion suddenly rose in Zhuo Wangsun's heart, and the annoyance and anger instantly rose and intertwined.He smiled coldly: "do you love her?" Yang Yizhi nodded heavily. Yang Jisheng's expectation finally turned into a roar: "Bastard! Do you still have any shame! Get out of here!" Yang Yizhi was speechless, he just stared at Zhuo Wangsun. His whole life was just to regain his father's approval - but now, he is blatantly ignoring it. Zhuo Wangsun's cold murderous aura was about to come out, like thunderclouds from the nine heavens enveloped him.It's an unrivaled force—but now, he won't back down. The heroes all over the world are watching, he is their leader, he should have been their role model and their reliance, but maybe tomorrow, he will be reviled by them unanimously - but now, he will not waver. What he is asking for is not to get her love, he just wants Zhuo Wangsun to treat Acacia well and feel her heart.Then, even if he is smashed to pieces, he is still willing. Zhuo Wangsun's wandering murderous intent finally took shape slowly, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Are you finally willing to say it?" When he said this, his mind seemed to be deeply touched by some invisible thing, and he couldn't help but Suddenly, he realized that there was a hint of jealousy in his tone of voice. Yang Yizhi was finally willing to speak out, but what about himself?What are you resisting and what are you pursuing? Zhuo Wangsun suddenly raised his murderous intent, and dismissed these messy thoughts.In just this moment, his whole body was covered by killing intent that surpassed all other things. It was this killing intent that made him stand tall, perfect, and unbearable to look at! Yes, this is Zhuo Wangsun.He is the king of life and death, the god of destruction. But all of these, who is more important than a heart guarded by a lover? Zhuo Wangsun turned his head slowly, and said to Xiangsi: "Do you know, tonight, I was going to give you the seventh gift." Acacia shook her head, tears fell on the bright red skirt. There was a soft "shua" sound in the silent wedding hall, and it was Zhuo Wangsun who slowly drew his sword. Tiandu Sword, the Tiandu Sword that has not been stained with blood for hundreds of years. "This sword is the last gift. I will use it to kill you and get back my sword heart... From then on, I will never use a sword again." The sword light was like a dream from the previous life, coming down through the air, Xiangsi seemed to be unable to stand up, and fell to the ground, until then, she sobbed. Yang Yizhi's body trembled violently again! sword!It's just for the sword!So what is your heart?Is lovesickness not as good as a sword? Zhuo Wangsun stared proudly at the Tianwu treasure wheel on the wedding table: "So what if it's a magic weapon of a great god? There is nothing in this world that I can't do!" Yang Yizhi suddenly laughed out loud, and his tears splashed down because of it.He laughed wildly: "Is this reason so important to you?" He made a move suddenly, the light in the wedding hall suddenly dimmed, like something tangible, it quickly gathered towards Yang Yizhi, turned into a ball of bright light, wrapped around his hands.Yang Yizhi laughed wildly, and that brilliance suddenly came out of his hand! Immersed in cold light, the Tianwu treasure wheel on the wedding table suddenly exploded and turned into powder fragments, covering the entire wedding hall.Zhuo Wangsun let out a roar, and the murderous aura suddenly spiraled up! Yang Yizhi smiled sadly: "Then, what if this reason doesn't exist?" Zhuo Wangsun rolled in the air with murderous aura, his eyes became like two cold stars, covering Yang Yizhi! He was really murderous, he had to kill this person, because this person not only smashed his back, but more importantly, he destroyed the reason for his protection. His murderous aura swirled around the sky, he swung it brazenly, and said sharply, "Draw your sword!" Yang Yizhi laughed and said, "The sword is here!" The two strongest forces in the world crashed into each other.This time, none of them intend to save any more effort! If you can't fly brilliantly, then die brilliantly. The tears of lovesickness had dried up, she tightly grasped the wedding gown with her pale slender hands, suddenly got up, and rushed towards the place where the sword intent of the two of them was at its strongest. This world, without this world by the lake, will change sooner or later.This is not my world, so let me die! The person she loves and the person who loves her are about to fight for their lives.But she didn't know who to cast her last eyes on. Could it be that all these pains were born for her? The wedding dress holds the most beautiful face, and it will start to wither before it rises.Youth and joy are withering in this silent gongs and drums, and there is no more prosperity. The sword light rose suddenly, but like silent fireworks, it revolved, bloomed, and burst around the wedding dress.So the pieces of the wedding dress turned into butterflies, dancing with each other, which was also a silent dance. The lovesickness was exhausted, the heart was exhausted, and he fell to the ground. The sword light then went out.Yang Yizhi staggered back, his clothes were already stained with blood. Zhuo Wangsun stood holding his sword, and the Tiandu sword was held flat in front of him, just like Yuan stopped Yue Zhi, without the slightest tremor. It's just that his heart is also so quiet? Yang Yizhi smiled sadly, stopped backing, leaned over and coughed up blood. With this sword, he was defeated.defeated in his own expectations. The ultimate in kendo is about sincerity and peace of mind.And at that moment, his heart was already in turmoil, and in his turmoil, he would no longer be sincere with this sword. As a result, even the Brahma Sword that had accompanied him for many years had abandoned him. Everything in the world has turned against him, and he has become that penniless young man again, standing alone in this overwhelming prosperity, standing in front of the strongest opponent in the world. At that moment, he had nothing but his heart. Guardian heart. Zhuo Wangsun lowered his sleeves, and a streak of bright red blood snaked down from his sleeves. Yang Yizhi's sword still hurt him. With a flick of his sleeve, Zhuo Wangsun dispersed the blood, as if it also wiped away the last bit of hesitation in his heart. He raised the Tiandu Sword again, stared at Acacia, and said calmly: "Now it's your turn, if you kill you, my sword heart will only belong to me." Kenshin?Is it just for Kenshin? Xiangsi raised her head, her silent eyes were reflected on Tiandu Sword, but directly into Zhuo Wangsun's heart. Zhuo Wangsun's heart suddenly trembled. Is it just for Kenshin? Sword in hand! Where is the heart? Zhuo Wangsun suddenly felt greatly at a loss, and he suddenly became a little confused.What is it that you are looking for? The bright moonlight suddenly shone on him, and he bathed in the moonlight that seemed to come from nine heavens, and asked himself.This moonlight seemed to come from Acacia's eyes, strand by strand, entangled his heart. Then his heart trembled.Tiandujian seemed to sense something, and hummed a long groan. Yang Yizhi took a step forward. This step almost exhausted all his strength, because some decisions take a lifetime to make. Zhuo Wangsun was even more disturbed: "You...don't you only have one sword? What else do you want to do?" Yang Yizhi smiled miserably, and the blood dripped from the corner of his mouth along with the laughter: "Yes, I only have one sword, that's because if I want to swing the second sword, I have to use my life and my blood. But now , what use is my life, what use is blood?" There was determination in his eyes, he didn't look at Acacia.Because he didn't know whether his persistence could bring her happiness.But, at least he will fight for her. There was light again between his fingers, bloody. This is the burning light of his life, and it is also a sword of his heart and body, even if this sword will burn all his life. The sword of Brahma is finally about to be burned and swung, just to love once, to argue for the one you love, to protect once, to be brilliant once. After that, everything about him will be burned up and turned into dust! The brilliance exploded with a bang, and Yang Yizhi's sword swung out.The Heavenly Capital Sword also slashed down at this moment. This sword took away all his energy and spirit, and he became an empty shell, an empty shell without life and thought.But Yang Yizhi laughed. Amidst the surging sword energy and the powerless bleakness, he smiled. Even if everyone in the world despises him, so what?He knew that his heart had been close to another heart.This is enough.This sword, incisively and vividly, has reached its peak. Although the sword is sharp, can it cut the thread of love? The red shadows are scattered, it is lovesickness!She actually stood in front of her. Yang Yi was startled, and suddenly withdrew his sword. In this moment of hesitation, the Tiandu sword struck like an angry demon, smashing all his meridians with one blow.Yang Yizhi fell out splashed with blood. With a mournful dragon chant, the Tiandu Sword was thrown out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang. Xiangsi let out a scream and hurried over to help him. Zhuo Wangsun looked at the scar on his palm with a cold face.He strode proudly and walked towards Xiangsi and Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi struggled hard, blood gushed out of his mouth, but with willpower, he still sat up and tried his best to protect Xiangsi.Xiangsi blocked him with all her strength, and cried, "Forget it... Forget it, I'm not worth it, I'm not worth it!" Yang Yizhi turned his head, his eyes were dazed with blood, but he still tried his best to open them, staring at Xiangsi. He wanted to tell her that it was worth it. She was worthy of him giving up everything to love, but the severe pain tore every inch of his skin, he couldn't tell. When he has everything, he can give her nothing.Now, he has nothing, but he wants to protect her once, to protect this weathered lotus. His blood dripped down little by little, and the white clothes that were never stained with dust were also stained with mottled bloodstains.He finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell down on the cold ground. Xiangsi cried, knelt down beside him, shook his body vigorously, and called his name, but he was unable to answer anymore. Tears couldn't stop falling from her eyes, falling on Yang Yizhi's bloody face. If he can hear it, he should be happy. Giving up everything for her, in exchange for several calls from her, and a handful of tears. Zhuo Wangsun slowly stopped beside them, the last bit of temperature in his eyes had cooled down. She actually hugged another man. Then, I can kill her even more. It's just—there are already so many reasons, why can't we still do it? Zhuo Wangsun felt a little dazed, and his eyes fell on Yang Yizhi by chance. Blood stained his white clothes crimson. Hitting with all his strength, he hastily withdrew his sword for her.This movement was enough to break his tendons.Maybe, he could never recover forever, or maybe, he couldn't last three hours at all. In the lonely rivers and lakes, these two people who are almost at the top are eternal rivals and only friends.However, this sword was so heavy. Zhuo Wangsun's heart was slightly astringent, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to feel his pulse. "Stop!" Xiangsi suddenly let out a scream, the voice was so sharp that even she couldn't help being startled. Zhuo Wangsun's face remained indifferent, he suddenly dragged Acacia up and threw it aside, then he reached out and clasped Yang Yizhi's chest hole. "Stop!" Xiangsi's voice had changed, but he remained indifferent. What on earth is he going to do?Do you still want to kill them all? For the first time, Xiangsi's gentle heart was filled with fury: "Stop, stop!" The cold sword light dazzled her confused tears, she suddenly picked up the Tiandu sword on the ground, and stabbed at Zhuo Wangsun. Tears blurred her eyes, and he remained motionless in a trance. Xiangsi was startled and wanted to withdraw the sword, but it was already too late. Bloody chaos in the sky! There was a muffled sound of shattering flesh and blood, and the Tiandu Sword had passed through his body! The shadows of blood are all over the sky, just like the lotus flowers blooming by the lake, like the colorful butterflies flying under the moonlight... Xiangsi let go of the hilt in panic, and looked at her blood-stained hands—she never thought that he didn't dodge, and didn't even leave a little qi to protect his body! Zhuo Wangsun turned his head slowly and looked at her coldly. The long sword protruded from his ribs, blood flowed along the edge of the sword, and a flower of blood bloomed on the ground. his blood. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - because of her, because of himself, and because of everything in front of him. With a swish, he slowly pulled the long sword out of his body. For many years, no one has ever hurt him like this, never before, and never again in the future. It was the first time that the severe pain really covered his whole body, but his heart was so empty.Even the sound of the long sword cutting through flesh and blood seemed to come from the sky. ——The blood, like that lotus flower, was in full bloom in his hands and in her eyes, and he clearly remembered her shy expression. A large cloud of blood bloomed, danced, and finally withered into mud between the two of them. ——The cuddling by the lake, the butterfly dance in the middle of the moon, and the tranquility in the water, are they what he wants, or what he wants to escape? Zhuo Wangsun finally raised the Tiandu Sword again, the body of the sword was covered with his blood, but the tip of the sword was aimed at Xiangsi. ——In these seven days, I will give my heart and blood, but after seven days, I will kill you. Zhuo Wangsun's heart ached. This sword is so painful! Xiangsi looked at him with tears in her eyes, her eyes were already blurred and she couldn't see clearly, only the sword light was flickering, which was a cold light that cut off all causes and conditions. Xiangsi stood up slowly and faced the light. Perhaps, she had expected this ending a long time ago, that's why she wished so much for a small wooden house, a mirror stage, and a period of experience for the two of them.That is not a gift, nor is it an experience, it is a memory - a memory that can be embraced quietly after the heart-piercing sword light flying. Perhaps, she had known for a long time that that person would bring a sword and face her like this sooner or later. It's just that she didn't expect that the sword would be covered with his blood beforehand. That's all, that's all, this ending has exceeded her expectations. Therefore, she tore off her clothes with slender hands, exposing the stagnant skin on her chest. I don't know when, Ningzhi was also stained with blood and tears, and a faint red color faded away. If I really have the sword heart he wants, then give it to him.This heart, this affection can't accompany him, so let his so-called Jianxin accompany him. Tiandujian cried out in mourning, as if he knew that there would be endless tragedies flying in this world. Zhuo Wangsun looked at her coldly, looking at the faint water red. Blood flowed freely between them, like illusory flowers in this world. The smiling lotus, the numerous illusions in the mandala formation, the vast snow on Mount Kailash... How much of his life has he spent with this blush?Without this faint water red, what would his life be like? Zhuo Wangsun suddenly hesitated. One gift a day, each gift is my heart, my blood.After seven days, I will prepare a final gift for you. For these seven days, was he really just preparing this blood-stained sword? The wound on his body was painful, and Zhuo Wangsun became irritable.For the first time, he felt his heart aching like burning, and his thoughts could not be calmed down for a long time. This feeling made him extremely upset, so he suddenly raised his sword and stabbed at the water red. In a trance, he suddenly heard a crackling sound—it was the sound of a broken heart. The sound of Tiandu Sword's long cry resounded throughout the Xitang, and this sword was directly piercing Xiangsi's heart. Acacia staggers back.But she was unhurt. The Tiandu sword was broken, and all snapped off the hilt! The Excalibur, which has been handed down for thousands of years, seems to be unable to bear this grief. Xiangsi looked at Zhuo Wangsun with sadness, anger, regret and deep disappointment in his eyes.But finally, the eyes turned cold, facing the coldness of strangers. Then she fell down. The sword energy didn't hurt her, it was her heart that hurt and died. The moment the sword moved, her world fell apart. Does not need to be burned to ashes, when she wakes up, will there still be tears to shed? The bright red wedding dress was slowly spread out on the ground, just like the bright red on her face. But I don't know whose bride she is. Zhuo Wangsun subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her, but his hand froze in mid-air, not grabbing anything. After a long time, he finally smiled sadly and walked away from her. He re-climbed to the highest place of the wedding hall, waved to the dumbfounded guests, and signaled to Princess Shang that the celebration would continue. The four were speechless. And he fell heavily on the seat in the hall. The acupuncture points at the wound have been sealed, and the blood flow is gradually slowing down, and will eventually condense.And the wound in his heart will bleed until when... The drum music was still resonating, and Wu Qingfeng urged everything to start over quickly, trying to cover up the bloodstains all over the house.But the wind blows back and forth, unable to blow away the prosperity and sadness. Joy, song and dance, laughter, everything is waiting to wither.Just like Yang Yizhi, who no one cares about, lying in the corner of the Xitang, watching the deliberate prosperity. All these have nothing to do with him, he thought in his heart, and the flowing blood made him feel no warmth.Maybe, it's time to put all these down and get some sleep. Anyway, he doesn't have to care anymore.just lovesick... Acacia... ("Fengyi" ends, please see the future)