Hearing this, Li Cunxiao's eyes, which had always been as calm as water, suddenly became a little messy, like ripples blown by the wind.

Obviously, the words of the eldest grandson Wujian did hit the nail on the head.

Yes, although that woman is not the most beautiful in the world, but, in his heart, her position is that of any stunning woman who can take her place.

Her long hair is like a thousand-foot waterfall flowing down, and her eyes are like a pool of fluctuating water, deep, clear, quiet, with a clear and beautiful written on it, and a little sadness written on it.

Since the first sight of her, her shadow has been deeply fixed in his mind.

And the eldest grandson Wujian does have a striking resemblance to the woman she loves and hates.

Perhaps, it was only because of their striking resemblance that he came to the rescue?

The gray sky was like a gloomy face, and the few rays of sunlight that had been pouring down didn't know where to hide at this time, and suddenly felt so cold, so cold.

However, the eldest grandson's face was rippling with a sunny smile.

Li Cunxiao hurriedly withdrew the gaze on her face, landed on the dead leaf that was flying, and muttered to himself: Why do you bother, the palace master and wife of this dignified Dijing Palace don't do it, but you want to follow me, a lonely person, to escape in such cold weather.

Speaking of this, he realized that the hand holding the sword was numb and completely unconscious, not knowing whether it was because of holding the sword hard for a long time, or because the weather was too cold.

Although he was no longer conscious, he still held on tightly.

Because this sword has become his only sustenance, just like the log in the hands of the man who fell into the water, if he loses this only sustenance, his only fate is death.

The eldest grandson Wujian looked at him, and then, sighed, and said: You think the palace master really wants to marry me, hmph, I am just his doll, since I entered the palace, I have hardly even seen his true face.

These words seemed to surprise Li Cunxiao, looked at her, and said in surprise: What? You, the wife of the palace master, have never even seen the face of the palace master?

The eldest grandson's face suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and said softly: Yes, never. When he goes in and out, he wears a hideous mask, and he refuses to take it off even when he does that kind of thing.

So, nominally I am his wife, but I have not even seen him for what he really is, and I know whether he is ugly or good-looking, or whether he is old or young.

Perhaps there is only one kind of person who has seen him for what he really is, and that is a dead man, and in his eyes, we are just a pawn in his hands.

At this point, she seemed to be very frightened, and continued: He is not a man at all, he is always behind your back telling you what to do and how to do it, but he never shows a trace, and his movements are almost like a gust of wind, and like a ghost, and you don't know when he came or left.

Even at night when you are lying in bed, or when you are meditating, or when you are asleep, you will suddenly feel that there is something more in you,

Then, I saw that terrible thing doing that nasty thing to you, acting rudely and smelling of death.

And when you endure the nausea and try to cater to him, only to suddenly find that he is gone, and the horror is almost like a ghost.

Speaking of this, a more terrifying expression suddenly appeared on her face, and she said: "Moreover, I have also heard that he has taken several wives before me, but on the morning of the second day of marriage, those wives who had just married him either disappeared inexplicably, or their bodies were found outside the palace.

Li Cunxiao did not speak.

The eldest grandson Wujian said: Do you know who killed them, it was the palace master, the reason why he wanted to kill them was not that they would not cater to him, but because their eight-character pure yin was just right for him to practice.

Li Cunxiao looked at her, as if he was listening to a very interesting story, and then said lightly: But, although you became a relative to him, he didn't kill you?

The eldest grandson Wujian suddenly lowered his head, his face was as red as a maple leaf, and said: I haven't married him yet, I escaped in the night of the candles in our cave room.

Li Cunxiao looked at his iron sword, and then looked at the beautiful face of the eldest grandson Wujian, and said: Is his skill really as fast as you say?

Eldest Sun Wujian nodded and said, "Yes, it's as fast as your sword."

My sword?

Hearing this, Li Cunxiao suddenly showed a helpless smile, which was a bitter smile, and then said bitterly: It's a pity that my fast sword is also going to disappear.

Speaking of this, his expression gradually sank, and he muttered: My people are going to die, and no matter how fast the sword is, it is just a piece of scrap metal.

The eldest grandson Wujian smiled, like the sunset in the West Mountain, lightly, gently, but with a little hesitation, and said: You can't die, because there is no one in the rivers and lakes who can kill the world's fastest sword and ask for life in Tsing Yi, and neither can the Sword Island, nor can the Dijing Palace.

At this time, a crow with fluffy feathers flew from somewhere, and lazily stopped on the bare fir not far away.

The black, death-scented crow looked like a piece of cooled iron, standing in the treetops and letting out a long series of mournful cries, kill, kill, kill......

The breath of death lingered for a long time in the empty field, like a call from hell.

The lonely crow may be calling for its companion, or it may be crying because it can't find a friend, or it may be because it can only be sure that it is alive when it hears its own call.

After a few chirps, it stopped there motionless, as if dead.

Sooner or later, someone else will take their life, but in fact, I and the crow are just the same animal. Thinking of this, sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

His left hand gripped tightly into the black-sheathed sword inserted in his left rib, and his right hand pressed tightly against his abdomen, and the sorrowful and miserable heartache began to torment him again.

His face twitched violently, turning pale as a fish, and his whole body began to tremble.

The eldest grandson Wujian seemed to want to help him, but he pushed him away hard, and then, with an almost cruel cry, shouted at her: Get out, get out of me.

He didn't want anyone to see his suffering.

However, the eldest grandson Wujian did not leave, and did not even move.

She just walked to his side, took out a clean handkerchief from her arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead for him, and silently cared for him.

It was also the first time she knew that Li Cunxiao, who was famous in the rivers and lakes, had some unknown suffering.

Although she is just an ordinary woman, although she can't replace the status of the woman in his mind, she can take care of this strong and fragile man instead of her.

This time, Li Cunxiao did not refuse his concern, because he no longer had the strength to stop her from doing anything.

Even if she plunged a knife into his heart now, he could only wait silently for death to come.

He is the world's first sword who is famous all over the world, and he is the life-seeking Tsing Yi who everyone talks about, but no matter how fast the sword is, it can't cut off his pain.

The pain is constant, but it can be soothed by something else, just as the earth has been dug and a hole is soon filled.

Now, is the eldest grandson Wujian filling this hole in him?