Chapter 252 Snow Wind, Bladesman, Man.

To the west of Chen, to the east of Great Xia and to the north of Great Zhou.

There was a mountain called Yachi.

A palace gate on the peak was called the Lunar Temple.

That was the place that all the Confucian scholars in the world wanted to go to last time. It was also the sacred land and the ancestral palace in the eyes of ordinary people.

On this day, it was snowing at the foot of Ya Qi Peak.

The white-browed, black-haired man tightened his clothes and threw a few sticks of wood into the fire, but the chill still hadn't dissipated.

The long night had made him, who was used to being busy, a little unaccustomed. So he thought for a moment and looked up at the sculpture-like macheteman sitting beside him. "Ai, how long do we have to wait before we can go up the mountain?" He asked.

The sitting macheteman carefully examined the saber in his hand and did not raise his head.

"The mountain is right in front of us. If you want to go up, just go."

The white-browed, black-haired man smiled awkwardly when he heard this.

"This mountain is too high. Without the guidance of an immortal, I can't go up this mortal body."

Hearing this, the macheteman raised his eyes and forgot about the man. He then lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand.

"I'm a murderer. You're trying to solve your confusion. You can't follow the same path."

The white-browed, black-haired man did not seem to recognize the saber master's refusal at all. He laughed and said, "You are begging for death, and I am begging for death as well. We will all go the same way. We will all go the same way."

Hearing this, the macheteman pondered for a long time, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it. In the end, he fell silent.

Seeing this, the man's expression turned joyful, but he didn't have the same bearing as the head of the Exquisite Pavilion back then.

"Then when are we leaving?" He asked anxiously.

"Why are you so anxious to die?" The macheteman looked at him in confusion.

"It doesn't feel good to wait for death." The man replied.

Hearing this, the macheteman looked deeply at the man and said, "Enjoy it. It's not good to die."

"It's the same as if you were dead." The man muttered, not caring about the macheteman's words.

The wind and snow became even heavier.

After saying this, the man and the macheteman fell into silence again.

Under the wind and snow, the campfire swayed, as if it was going to be extinguished again. The man had to fill the fire with firewood.

Perhaps it was too boring to face the snowstorm alone. After a long period of silence, the man could not help but raise the topic again, "What exactly are you waiting for?"

They had been staying at the foot of the Ya Qi Mountain for a month. The macheteman had never gone up the mountain. The man could clearly feel what he was waiting for.

When the macheteman heard this, he still didn't answer the man's question. He suddenly raised the knife in his hand and inserted it into the snow in front of him.

"How about this saber?" Then he asked.

The white-browed, black-haired man looked at the knife with a calm gaze.

It was a very ordinary knife.

The blade was cleaned white, but the dense gaps on the blade were like the ferocious teeth of a ferocious beast, telling the world about his past glory. On the wooden hilt was a red tassel. Although it had also been cleaned with care, the color on the blade was somewhat mottled. Clearly, it was something that had been hung many years ago.

Out of such a desire, the former Sect Leader sighed heartily at that time, "Good saber!"

A genuine smile appeared on the macheteman's face when he received such an answer.

"Of course it's a good saber." When he said this, his expression was no longer cold, as if he had developed a good impression of him because of the man's words. "This knife was given to me by my wife. The tassels on the handle were braided by my daughter herself."

It was as if this was the first time the macheteman had spat out so much since they met.

The face of the macheteman reflected by the flames, that sculpture-like face seemed to be smiling at that time.

The former Sect Leader was somewhat dazed. He suddenly felt that this macheteman was like him, very lonely.

"What about now?" The man couldn't help but ask again.

At that moment, the smile on the macheteman's face dissipated.

The man was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had said the wrong thing and asked the wrong question.

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Just like this, the two of them sat quietly at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

This time, the macheteman was the first to break the silence between the two of them.

"Such a good saber. It would be a pity if you died with me." As the macheteman spoke, he once again placed the blade on his knees and wiped the blade with a grey cloth that he had taken out from somewhere.

He liked to do this, as if he wanted to do so as soon as he was free. In the short period of time that the two of them had not communicated, men had already seen too many such scenes.

Perhaps it was because they felt that their relationship should have improved a lot after experiencing what happened just now. Thus, after looking at it for a while, the man couldn't help but say, "The blade that sees blood is the real blade. No matter how clean it is, there will still be a day when it will be scarlet red."

Hearing this, the macheteman looked up at the man.

"A true macheteman, the saber in his hand is not stained with blood to kill, but to keep the hands that shouldn't be stained with blood clean forever."

When the man heard this, he was stunned. He seemed to have thought of something, but he quickly shook his head with a bitter smile. He did not comment on the macheteman's words.

"So? You still haven't told me what you're waiting for?" He simply changed the topic, because this topic would make him think of the girl who should be in Chang'an for no reason.

The macheteman did not seem to notice the man's strange appearance. He laughed at that time and said, "Wait for the next master of this knife."

"Who is it?" The man was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"I don't know." The macheteman replied truthfully.

This made the man even more confused, "I wonder what it means?"

"I only know that my descendant is on the way. Who is he and what he looks like? I have never masked him before. How can I know?" The macheteman said.

The man thought that he had seen many strange things in this world, but the words of the macheteman still made him feel that it was somewhat unbelievable.

Since he had never seen him before, why did he believe that the person who came was his descendant? This was a bit too hasty. Moreover, Ya Qi was not anywhere else, so how could anyone come to such a desolate mountain and wilderness without a problem?

No matter how he looked at the macheteman's answer, it sounded a little ridiculous to the man.

However, the macheteman did not seem to have expected the man's reaction. He only smiled faintly and focused his attention on the knives on his knees again.

Seeing this, the man secretly wondered if this Saber Dao Grandmaster had been alone for a long time and was confused.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to persuade, the macheteman suddenly stopped moving. He stood up and looked into the distance. A faint smile appeared on his sculpture-like face once again, "Here he comes."

"Huh?" The man was also stunned when he heard this. He looked into the distance as he looked at the macheteman.

However, he saw a thin figure carrying a sword and saber in the wind and snow, staggering towards him.

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