Fu Canglu

Chapter 451 One word two words three words

A small boat.

A thin and sickly man, with half-undressed clothes, leaning on his body, holding his wine jug up.

In the South China Sea, the weather is very windy.

Such a day is suitable for drinking.

He suddenly stopped pouring wine on his back, and the remaining few drops of wine inevitably slipped into the skirt of his clothes.

Li Changge narrowed his eyes and looked at the fairy island in the South China Sea from a distance, without saying a word.

A lonely boat with only two people on board.

Shen Mo moved away the head leaning on the shoulder of the man beside him, and murmured softly, "Is this sword energy?"

On Xiandao in the South China Sea, there is a surge of sword energy that soars straight into the sky.

The sword energy was so powerful that it almost swept across the entire world, almost clearing away the clouds in a radius of several miles, and the sword energy was like a beam of light soaring into the sky.

Li Changge gathered his sleeves, stared at it seriously for a moment, and said softly, "It's a fairy sword."

fairy sword.

Shen Mo murmured a word of fairy sword, narrowed his beautiful eyes, and his face was full of fascination.

She didn't know what a fairy sword was, and she didn't know whether the most widely circulated sword in the Central Plains, the Fourteen Famous Swords in Fengtinglu, was a fairy sword.

But she knew that the sword that could be praised by the sword fairy who ranked first in the world must be a truly peerless sword.

Shen Mo said with emotion: "What kind of immortal do you need to be able to pull out the immortal sword?"

After saying this.

She glanced cautiously at the person beside her, and added with a smile: "My husband must be able to pull out that immortal sword."

Holding a long and narrow scabbard in his arms, Li Changge patted her forehead with a smile, and said softly, "For some reason, this sword makes me feel very uncomfortable."

Shen Mo pursed his lips, looking at his husband slightly.

Li Changge never travels with a sword.

There are two reasons.

First, he doesn't need a sword, he has the bone of a sword on his body, and he is the strongest sword weapon in the world.

Second, no sword is worthy of him.

Li Changge closed his eyes slightly, a desolate picture flashed in his mind for no reason.

The vast northern plains are covered in ice for thousands of miles.

In front of the gate of a city that stood upright in the wind and snow, stood a thin figure that looked sickly and weak.

The thin man raised the illusory sword high, and approached step by step the woman in the red dress lying in front of him on the snow.

The sword edge moved, and finally aimed at a weak woman who seemed to be "powerless".

The woman was drinking something loudly.

The man holding the sword hesitated for a long time.

Still falling.

After that sword strike, the heavy snow was red, the man dropped the illusory sword in his hand, and slowly squatted down, knelt down on the ground in extreme pain, hugging his head and weeping.

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With trembling hands, Li Changge took a deep breath, and gently embraced Shen Mo's head in his arms.

The characters in that picture are too unreal.

Why did you come here?

An ominous sign rose in his heart, and he repeatedly stroked the hair of the woman in his arms.

If he was the one holding the illusory sword, who was that woman in red?
Li Changge's face was a little pale.

Who else could it be?

Shen Mo raised his head slightly bewildered.

She pursed her lips tightly and did not speak. She slowly raised her sleeves, put her fingers in the sleeves, and wiped away the moisture on both sides of his cheeks for him.

She didn't know what her man was thinking.

She just put her head back and didn't think about anything, she whispered softly as if she had been away from Beiyuan for the past two years: "Where are we going when we meet your little junior sister this time?"

Li Changge closed his eyes.

Whenever, as long as she whispers in his ear, no matter how turbulent the heart lake is, within a few breaths, it can be calm.

He took a deep breath, and said softly: "You can go anywhere, not to Beiyuan, you can go anywhere, the two of us, let's go to all the places we haven't been to before, okay?"

Beiyuan, Beiyuan.

There is heavy snow there, as long as you don't go there, this scene will not happen.

Li Changge lowered his head, looked at that little face and frowned, puffed up his cheeks and thought about it seriously, and suddenly smiled like a flower and said: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you~"

The final peak of the South China Sea.

Master Chess Master walked out of the cave.

At the top of Zhongwei Peak, there is a huge chessboard hanging, black and white vertically and horizontally.

Wei Qi was clad in a gray linen robe. He had already lost his vigor. Standing in front of the huge chessboard, he used his sleeve to gently wipe off the dust that had accumulated on the chessboard for a long time.

All the chess pieces have fallen to their proper positions.

From the moment the sword of karma was pulled out, karma was already doomed.

Because it has already been planted.

The result is the result that the chess master wants.

Wei Qi's temples were gray, and while wiping the chessboard with a large sleeved robe, he muttered to himself, no one knew what he was muttering about.

A big game of chess.

It's disgraceful to win.

It was supposed to be a big victory for all to see.

If the chess pieces fall uncleanly, the chess player's heart will be covered with dust.

The chessboard turned to ashes.

Wei Qi closed his eyes, thinking about the 16 years he had stayed in South China Sea.

His favorite is not Daoist Ye Shisan, nor Tao Wuyou who was born to read minds.

Ye Shisan's temperament is too stable, even if he steals the sky, he will follow every step, and he will not dare to take risks.

Tao Wuyou's temperament is self-assessment, constantly testing others with his mind-reading ability, he is smart, but he likes to pretend to be smart, he is smart when he succeeds, and smart when he fails.

In the final analysis, these two people are the darlings of heaven and earth, one was born with a Taoist fetus, the other was born with a heavenly appearance, and they are both talents that others cannot envy.

And the person Wei Qi values, the person he prefers, the person who wants to pass on all the secrets, how can he be the darling beloved by this world?

"Clock two."

Wei Qi read aloud softly.

Wei Qi scolded with a smile: "This chessboard is so dirty, you don't even know how to clean it?"

Wei Qi didn't look back, and knew that the puppet behind him must be holding the tea, still maintaining a squatting posture in the cave.

Cutting off the supply of Yuanli, the puppet could keep squatting, but the cup of tea was already cold.

People go, the tea is cold.

Wei Qi felt a little regretful.

He worked even harder to wipe the chessboard with his own hands, wishing to wipe off all the unsightly dust and fluff, wipe it off, and never see it again.

He dropped an important pawn.

The price is forever losing someone who could wipe the chessboard for him.

The distant cause and effect are connected in series in the South China Sea. This cause and effect spreads across the chessboard, and all the chess pieces have already placed their positions.

And the pulling out of the sword of cause and effect made all the chess pieces no longer lonely chess pieces.

Qiliang, Northern Wei Dynasty, Xiguan, Qi Palace.

Tossed back and forth, and finally arrived at the Great Snow Plains.

Some people live, some people die, some people bend their bows like a full circle, some people hold their swords and never look back.

Back and forth, back and forth, but tens of years, hundreds of years, thousands of years, but one word, two characters and three characters are engraved on the stele.

Life is a word, death is a word.

Merry is two characters, pleasure is two characters, and sorrow is also two characters.

Three characters are a question.

In the end, is this life worth it?
Whether it is worth it or not, each has its own answer.

Wei Qi, who was lying beside the chessboard at the moment, with gray hair on his sideburns, was in a slumped state. He lost his lover, and murmured in a trembling voice: "It's not worth it."

(End of this chapter)