Chapter 809

"Congratulations on the master's sword skill breaking the sky shock - heaven and earth burn to the level of a generation of masters..."

The sound of the system sounded in Su Bai's mind, and Su Bai's temperament changed in vain. Originally, he seemed decisive when holding the iron sword, but at this time, he was no longer as sharp as before, more like a refined scholar walking in the misty rain of Jiangnan with his pen and ink.

recover one 's original simplicity!

Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship has reached its peak and has long been simplified.

Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is the kind of swordsmanship that sweeps countless swordsmen around the world and converges their own edge.

But when Su Bai really understood Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, he felt an inexplicable heaviness, which even wanted him to give up his sword. Vaguely, Su Bai understood why Xie Xiaofeng would give up the best sword in the world and become a Ji minran.

"His swordsmanship is really tired... It's more tired to practice his swordsmanship..." Su Bai murmured in his heart. Recently, in order to master Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship as soon as possible, he tightened his heartstrings and constantly honed his swordsmanship with the help of external pressure.

Thinking of this, Su Bai completely relaxed and immersed himself in Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, but at this time, the world in front of Su Bai became dark in vain, and the darkness gradually flooded his world. The knife intention and endless knife Qi in front of him dissipated like clouds and smoke, and the feeling of changing stars surged into Su Bai's heart again.

Su Bai had experienced this feeling several times. It was this feeling that made him witness Ye Gucheng's loneliness and amazement, and Ximen blowing snow's loneliness like snow, "finally here..."

The darkness slowly dissipated in Su Bai's eyes. Instead, the busy streets echoed in his ears.

The second time, Su Bai met Xie Xiaofeng.

So far, Su Bai can hardly forget the scene of seeing Xie Xiaofeng for the first time.

In front of the magic sword mountain villa by the green water lake of Cuiyun peak, the king dressed in white like snow and facing the dust like a relegated immortal.

But the impression of Xie Xiaofeng and Su Bai was very different. Xie Xiaofeng's hair was messy and his clothes were ragged. There was only a dark color in his eyes, which were as bright as stars. His hands holding the sword were carrying a dung bucket at this time.

Standing a few meters away, Su Bai could vaguely smell the pungent smell.

Su Bai frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Xie Xiaofeng, who was respected as the sword God by countless strong men in the Jianghu, would become such a scene.

As if aware of Su Bai's eyes, Xie Xiaofeng slowly raised his head and looked at Su Bai. The only thing that remained unchanged was the sadness between his eyebrows, which could not be turned away by the sun.

"Here you are..." Xie Xiaofeng said. He put down the dung bucket in his hand.

Su Baitou looked over, and at the bottom of the dung bucket, he could vaguely see the familiar word: Xie Xiaofeng.

"Isn't it ridiculous? The most revered name at the beginning has now become the point of scolding by thousands of people..." Xie Xiaofeng looked down from Su Bai's eyes, his thin body trembled in the sun, and his voice was almost oppressive, "My father died... My wife married someone else... I personally killed my adoptive brother, and my sister-in-law committed suicide... Everyone said that Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian villa killed his brother and sister-in-law, and finally his wife and son broke up and his family died..."

The sunshine seemed to become heavy at this time. Su Bai looked directly at Xie Xiaofeng, and the sadness between his eyebrows became stronger.

As for the reason, Su Bai has also been involved in previous lives. Xie Xiaofeng's adoptive brother tie Xuan asked Xie Xiaofeng to save the former crown prince and planned a bitter meat scheme to let Xie Xiaofeng kill his brother and save the former crown prince himself, which also fulfilled his charge of killing his brother. His righteous sister-in-law missed Cheng Ji and jumped off the cliff to commit suicide, which once again fulfilled his charge of treacherous sister-in-law.

Xie Xiaofeng, the name that once stood high on the altar, fell into the world at that time and was doomed.

He was carrying countless curses, and Shenjian villa was also carrying curses. His father killed himself at that time, and his wife Murong DiQiu also married others. It can be said that his family was ruined.

For the fame of Shenjian villa, there is no Xie Xiaofeng in the world.

Looking at Xie Xiaofeng in front of him, Su Bai's heart became inexplicably heavy. He was originally a person with thousands of favors, endless glory and pride, but now he has become like this.

Life is a grand tragedy. Su Bai didn't know why he thought of such words to describe Xie Xiaofeng in front of him.

"Jianghu is a prison. Often we are like fallen leaves in the wind and impetuous in the water. Su Bai didn't know how to comfort Xie Xiaofeng, but said such words.

Xie Xiaofeng was silent, bent down, put the dung bucket on the dung cart again, pushed the dung cart, and disappeared into the sunset shrouded street, followed by Su Bai.

In the following days, Xie Xiaofeng became more and more silent. Sometimes he didn't speak for days, as if Su Bai didn't exist.

Su Po didn't take the initiative to speak, but he practiced fencing outside the broken house where Xie Xiaofeng lived in his spare time. At that time, Xie Xiaofeng always stopped.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't take the initiative to instruct Su Bai's swordsmanship, but Su Bai made amazing progress in Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship.

This progress is more obvious, especially after witnessing Xie Xiaofeng's experience.

Especially on that day, when Su Bai witnessed the people around him who were familiar with Xie Xiaofeng spitting on the dung bucket engraved with Xie Xiaofeng's name, Su Bai felt the heaviness of Xie Xiaofeng more and more.

"When does this name become more smelly than dung?" outside the broken house, Xie Xiaofeng was washing the dung bucket. The whole dung bucket looked very clean, just like the wine bucket in the wine shop, but no matter how hard he tried, the brush in his hand could not wash away the three words engraved at the bottom of the bucket: Xie Xiaofeng.

Su Bai was silent. He noticed that the sadness between the eyebrows of the numb man in front of him was thicker, and the heart with holes was heavier.

"I saw her today..." Xie Xiaofeng suddenly stopped his movement. He didn't care about his fecal hands, grabbed the wine pot on one side and drank it up to the sky.

Although Xie Xiaofeng didn't name who he was, Su Bai knew who he was, Murong DiQiu.

Xie Xiaofeng's wife!

"Did I owe her or did she owe me?" Xie Xiaofeng forgot the wine pot in his hand, and his face looked particularly lonely.

Su Bai didn't answer. He just looked at Xie Xiaofeng quietly. He knew that Xie Xiaofeng's feelings for this woman were deep in the bone marrow and unforgettable, but he hated her to the bone.

Bang dang

The wine pot in Xie Xiaofeng's hand fell to the ground quietly. Xie Xiaofeng got up and walked towards Su Bai.

A strong pungent smell came to his face. Xie Xiaofeng's fecal right hand stretched out to Su Bai, "give me the sword?"

Su Bai didn't know how long he had been here. He had forgotten for a long time, but the only thing he remembered was that he had never seen Xie Xiaofeng holding a sword since he saw Xie Xiaofeng again.

Hearing the speech, Su defeated and handed over the iron sword in his hand.

Holding the sword again, Xie Xiaofeng was a little silent. His dark eyes stared at the iron sword for a long time. He just danced the sword. His action was clumsy and slow. The dull iron sword was still dim in his hand, and there was no longer the power of frightening Jiuzhou in the past. The sword Qi was 90 thousand miles, but at the moment when the iron sword stabbed in his hand, the endless sword was intended to burst out in the void, It turns into a riot of falling flowers, which looks particularly beautiful.

Sword meaning

Looking at the figure of sword dancing under the colorful falling stars, Su Bai's heart became more heavy.

Xie Jianfeng's sword intention is more heavy and sad than his sword skill.

A kind of insight slowly emerged in Su Bai's heart. Now he gradually understood Xie Xiaofeng's almost repressed sadness and heaviness. If Xie Xiaofeng's sadness and heaviness had been brought to him by his sword, this sadness and heaviness was brought to him by the Jianghu.

Very slow. Xie Xiaofeng's movements are full of flaws, and so is his swordsmanship.

But it gave Su Bai a kind of inexplicable shock. He had never seen such swordsmanship. There was no amazement of Ye Gucheng, no loneliness of Ximen blowing snow. It was just a kind of almost desperate sadness. The sword he stabbed seemed not to stab nothingness, but to the bottom of his heart. The blood stained sword also hurt himself.

After a long time, Xie Xiaofeng stopped and returned the iron sword to Su Bai. After a long silence, he said again: "I'm leaving..."

"Where are you going?" Su Bai asked.

"Old pockmarked children were taken away by her." Xie Xiaofeng didn't say where he was going.

Old pockmarked, Su Bai still has some impression on this man. He vaguely remembers that Xie Xiaofeng's current job as a dung carrier was introduced by old pockmarked.

Xie Xiaofeng turned around and left Su Bai a very lonely figure.

Su Bai didn't catch up, because he found that all the scenery in front of him began to dissipate like smoke, and finally only Xie Xiaofeng's back was left.

Su Bai knew that the dreamland would end again.

"Once he became Xie Xiaofeng, he will always be Xie Xiaofeng..." Su Bai watched as Xie Xiaofeng's figure gradually moved away. His eyes were replaced by endless darkness again, and the voice of the system sounded in his mind again. "Congratulations on the host's understanding of the meaning of the sword - only sorrow for the meaning of the sword!"