Chapter 40

The night was getting dark, and the sky was full of starlight pouring on the top of Tianhai Peak, rendering the whole mountain a layer of star brilliance.

On the top of Tianhai Peak, Ye Fan sat on the ground, his red and white eyebrows were wet with dew.

He caressed his snow-white beard casually, Ye Fan stared blankly at the stars all over the sky, and sighed in his heart. Before I knew it, so many years had passed, and I seemed to be really old.

Slowly stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand to smooth the folds on the green shirt, Ye Fan raised his brows, and whispered softly: "The one I envy, You Huanyu, is wearing a green shirt with a long robe."

As soon as the words fell, both feet of the whole person were suddenly suspended in the air, and the green robe was hunting in the air. Ye Fan put his hands behind his back, looking at Tianhai Peak in front of him, Ye Fan's eyes, which were already a little cloudy, seemed to have some brilliance inexplicably.

"When I was young, I thought that beings in the world were the most miserable, but only by cultivating the path of ruthlessness can reach the other shore. From this, I said that a sword with lotus blossoms is the sword of ruthlessness."

"Boom!" When Ye Fan spat out the four words Yijian Liankai, Tianhai Peak suddenly shook violently, and a blue short sword seemed to break free from some kind of restraint, and rushed out from the belly of the mountain. Humming around Ye Fan, as if complaining that his master had forgotten him for such a long time, and then went straight to the sky!

"There used to be fairy dances in the world, who has ever seen Qinglian fairy." Ye Fan lightly tapped the sword with his index finger, and Qinglian sword immediately flew into the sky, evolving countless sword shadows in the sky, and the sword shadows were intertwined. , Impressively formed a blue lotus, and the countless green lotus formed a huge lotus bud.

Shaking his head, Ye Fan didn't look at the Qinglian sword that was drifting away, but stepped out in the air, and the world turned around in an instant, and the next moment he had left Tianhai and came to the Nanhuai River.

"I used to think that there would be a different scenery at the limit of things. From this, I felt that spring and summer flowers bloom, and I realized a kind of time sword." Ye Fan looked at the rushing Nanhuai River, put his right index finger and ring finger together, and walked casually towards the river in front of him. Draw.

The rushing river was suddenly blocked in this way, and there was an open space in the middle for three people to walk together, and a sharp sword with a cold light was lying there quietly in the yellow-brown river mud.

Breaking the river with one sword is nothing more than that, and the sword buried in the river mud is called breaking the water flow.

Ye Fan stared obsessively at the sword that had been with him for the longest time, and then his eyes gradually became firm. With a wave of his sleeve, the broken water immediately turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance. The sword that left endless legends in the rivers and lakes completely disappeared.

Time may be broken, but old friend, your bones are still strong, but my old bones can no longer be tossed about.

"I entered the Tao with ruthlessness, passed through time and time, and understood the way of nature and emotion. I got a sword, and this sword will never die!"

The water of the Nanhuai River suddenly boiled, and countless bubbles rose from the surface of the river. Then jets of water spewed up from the river, intertwined in the sky, and finally turned into a three-inch-long Hidden Sword.

This sword is called Qingshang, and it is Ye Fan's third sword!

For so many years, people in the world only know that Qinglian Sword Fairy Ye Fan has five swords, and the swords are the best in the world, but they don't know that each sword has a past.

The story of these five swords is actually Ye Fan's entire life.

Since the third sword is called Qingshang, it naturally has a past about Qing. Ye Fan is extremely talented, and his skill in swordsmanship is the best in five hundred years. However, God is fair. Every extraordinary person has some weird hobbies. Ye Fan doesn't love the country, he doesn't even love the beauties, he just simply loves his sword.

However, she still showed up after all. As it was destined, Ye Fan fell in love the first time he saw her. For the first time, he realized that the beautiful things in this world are not only the sword, but also...she.

He really fell in love with her, yes, he just liked her, very simply.

The love in a teenager's dream is always so simple. When you like someone, you just want to make the other person happy, that's all.

However, not everyone in this world likes the Qinglian Sword Immortal who loves swords to the point of madness.

He was nice to her, but she didn't refuse, the relationship between the two of them was always neither far nor close, when he asked her something, she just smiled "hehe".

It was good to be like this, but Ye Fan knew that she didn't like him.

So Ye Fan left.

Soon, on this riverside, Ye Fan fought with his opponents and realized this style of Wushang swordsmanship. Although he won in the end, he also lost.

He won the world, but lost to her alone.

The corners of Ye Fan's eyes were a little moist, and the tip of his snow-white brows was gradually stained with a layer of crystal white. In his pupils, a girl in yellow clothes was lowering her head and smiling shyly.

How are you?

"Buzz!"

The three-inch long "Qingshang" trembled in the sky, as if comforting the old master who had practiced swords all his life, but finally lost the heart sword.

Yes, Ye Fan is old. He was already old when he buried the five swords with his own hands.

This brilliant, seemingly unrestrained romantic swordsman has finally ushered in his twilight years.

Forced a drop of blood from his fingertips, Ye Fan flicked his fingers, and the blood dripped on the three-inch Hidden Sword, instantly covering it with a deep red.

"Om" the Qingshang sword began to tremble non-stop, as if he didn't want the drop of blood to fall on him, but everything was in vain. Ye Fan was really tired, so tired that he could no longer pick up Qingshang, and he felt Qingshang has been buried for so many years, and it is time to be born again.

However, since then, Qinglian Sword Fairy Ye Fan will no longer be Qinglian Sword Fairy. And Qingshang will always be Qingshang in the hands of the swordsman in green robe. Even if it falls into the hands of others, Ke Qingshang is just a sharper sword.

Ye Fan shook his head, looked up at the sword in front of him, there was a trace of guilt in his eyes, finally he let out a long sigh, flicked his fingers, and dispersed the drop of blood that originally severed the connection between the two, old man, since you don’t want to Leave me, then let's join hands one last time!

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This is an ordinary small village. People in the village have been farming for generations, and they rarely even deal with outsiders.

"Grandpa Ye, you haven't come back for several years, right? You've been wandering outside all these years, but your body is still strong?" A simple and honest man saw the old figure sitting cross-legged on Tian Long, and immediately nodded enthusiastically. call.

The big man didn't know how old this "Grandpa Ye" was, but at least he was more than a hundred years old, because this Grandpa Ye had been Grandpa Ye since he could remember.

Over the years, his grandfather died, his father died, but Grandpa Ye is still Grandpa Ye, and has become the Grandpa Ye of several generations in the village.

"It's Dongzi. I can't last long with my old bones, so I want to take another look at our village while I close my eyes." The old man's words were very flat, but the big man named Dongzi felt a sudden rush in his heart. . He knew that Grandpa Ye would not lie to him, but everyone in the village, old and young, grew up under the watch of Grandpa Ye in front of him. Over the years, he had long regarded the old man as a living fairy. Now, he finally Can't stand it anymore?

"You don't need to look like this. Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. I should be content with living for so long. There is nothing to regret." The old man chuckled and waved to Dongzi at the same time.

"Let's go, go do your own thing, old man, I should go and see other places."

The figure of the old man disappeared slowly like this. After an hour, all men, women and children in the village gathered under the crooked willow tree at the head of the village, with sad faces.

Soon, a sharp-eyed young man found a sword under the willow tree where "Grandpa Ye" often sat cross-legged, a Wangjiang sword, or the Fushen sword.

The sword of Wangjiang comes out, and the situation moves! Floating and sinking swords rise, the world is shocked!

.........

Hey, I don't think young people lament that their years are wasted.

The scenery of life might not be a good place to go.

I advise young people to cherish the old people in front of them,

Don't wait for the yellow flowers to fall, only to regret that you didn't have any skills at the beginning!

I once drank the water of the Yangtze River to the brim, and stole a few pots of brewed by immortals from the sky.

When I was drunk, I went to the martial arts and asked for directions in my dream.

I was young and young, and I loved me so much that I wanted to love.

I was young and frivolous, I don't know how high and thick the sky is.

laugh! When I'm drunk, look at me full of books and ambitions, turning the sky full of stars into a three-foot green blade in my hand!

Don't sigh when I wake up, I recall the sentimentality, my stomach is full of sorrow, I feel sad alone, I must know that a hundred years of life is passing by in a hurry, who can let go of the ambition in my heart?

Hehe, I dare to ask the heavens, can the avenue hold me, Mr. Ye?

"Boom!" Originally the sky was still clear, but with the crazy words of a crazy old man, the sky changed instantly.

For a while, sand and rocks flew, and the wind danced wildly!

Under the glorious heavens, there are bold mortals trying to challenge the dignity of the heavens, so the gods have to lower their wrath!

Grabbing the wine gourd tied around his waist, the crazy old man looked up to the sky and took a gulp of strong wine, and viciously pointed his middle finger to the sky: I am afraid of you?

This was the first time in his life that he was so crazy, and it should be the last time.

This time, he wanted to vent all the boredom in his heart for the past 150 years. It was too painful to keep it in his heart all the time.

The wind became stronger, the thunder began to roar, and the dancing lightning seemed to tear a huge gap in the sky. But the crazy old man was not afraid at all, but a strange light shone in his eyes.

This is the last battle of his life, and also the pinnacle battle. In this battle, he wants to have a good time, and in this battle, he wants to be truly unrestrained!

He rushed towards the lightning that illuminated the entire sky at an extremely fast speed, because the speed was too fast, the green robe on his body began to spontaneously ignite, but he didn't care at all.

After a long time, a cyan "lightning" intertwined with a thunderous lightning, the sky thundered and the sword chanted endlessly!

In the fight, Ye Fan's green robe had already been reduced to ashes, and his body was covered with wounds. However, he, who has always been gentle, now had a look of madness in his eyes, as if he didn't care about everything and only knew how to fight hard. Fighting against the purple lightning in front of him!

This is the wrath of the heavens, the wrath of the Great Dao, and the wrath of the world towards tiny human beings, but in this way, can it really block Qinglian Sword Immortal who is holding an extraordinary sword?

After an unknown amount of time, the sky became bright again, and the two lightning bolts that dazzled the entire world also disappeared.

A few strands of blue silk floated down from the sky, and when they landed on the ground, they all turned into green smoke and scattered in the wind.

In the field not far away, a dark long sword was stuck obliquely in the yellow ground, but the hilt was missing, no, not only the hilt, but also the tip of the long sword in the ground had long been broken and disappeared.

On the body of the sword glowing with cold light, there are faintly visible words, Extraordinary.

Beside Bufanjian, a pale yellow sword tassel slowly rose into the air with the breeze, and gradually disappeared.

Yes, Ye Fan is "extraordinary", Ye Wang is "unforgettable", and Ye Chen has "come out of the dust".

Ye Fan died! Uncommon Sword Break! The sword of love and sorrow is scattered!

With the fall of Ye Fan, an era about swords has finally come to an end. However, no matter how many years pass in the future, there will still be a legend in the world, a legend about swords, and a sword fairy named Ye Fan. s legend.

However, no one will know that Ye Fan, who is perfect like a god in the eyes of others, also has a sad past, and no one knows that his last battle is also to settle his biggest concern.

Now that you have chosen to let go of your obsessions, you will have no regrets.

This world doesn't understand him, even she doesn't understand, but even so, after he pierced through the lightning, although his body was covered in scars, even almost blurred, he still smiled At the last moment of his life, he vaguely saw a girl in a light yellow dress, who was smiling slightly at him with her head down.

The author, Lazy Scholar, said: This chapter is to explain some things, just like the blood-robed general Ye Wang before, I don’t know if you have paid attention to the previous article, and there will be some later... I don’t know if this counts. Spoiler haha, but this chapter is the most satisfying chapter I have written so far, and I will go to the codeword...