The late autumn wind suddenly became stronger, blowing off all the remaining leaves on the trees, like butterflies flying in the sky.

And those cold sunshines, with a hint of coolness, look at everything on the earth, but these sunshines are cold, shining on the body, people don't feel the slightest warmth.

Li Cunxiao still stood there quietly.

The black iron sword was inserted in the left rib, and the black hilt was held in the right hand, and the eyes were fixed on the pale hand and the blue veins on the hand, and he did not even change his posture.

However, his eyes were full of pain, as if he had been cut by a knife.

Favorite Woman...... Most trusted friend......

He coughed suddenly, violently, painfully, unforgettable.

When he coughed, there was a burst of unbearable pain in his lower abdomen, and his pale face was almost distorted by the pain.

However, the black iron sword inserted in the left side was held more tightly by the pale hand.

Then, another large yellow leaf fell, gently whirling slowly in mid-air, like a lonely butterfly.

A butterfly, flying alone in the late autumn season, is it looking for companions, or has it taken the fallen leaves that are fluttering in the wind as companions?

Nobody knows, it just keeps flying, from tree to tree, and then, from that tree, to another place.

Isn't it tired?

Doesn't it need a break?

However, Li Cunxiao was very tired.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the green coat on his body, which was originally regarded as deadly, suddenly became like an icy iron coat, very heavy, very heavy, so heavy that he could hardly bear it.

Then, only to hear a loud "boom", he fell down suddenly, on the fallen leaves all over the ground, on this long ancient road.

When he fell, his expression was still so lonely and desolate, and his originally bright eyes began to slowly dim, looking at the clouds that fell very low in the sky.

The wind, which blew from somewhere, suddenly blew these clouds away, conjuring up all kinds of different shapes, and from these uncertain clouds, he suddenly saw many familiar faces.

The woman he loved and hated and unforgettable...... The friend he regarded as his own brother...... and the father he respected the most and loved the most.

However, the woman who made him unforgettable had left with another man, and this man was a friend who he regarded as his own brother.

And the father he respected the most and loved the most has also died.

When he thought of his father, his heart suddenly felt a pang, like countless insects and ants were constantly tearing at his heart.

This is a disease that has been haunting him for years, and every time he thinks of these three people, his heart will swell with an inexplicable pain.

He clearly remembered that on the night of his father's death, he had been staying in the back mountain to practice the highest level of the life-killing sword, the night snow of the building.

He also clearly remembers the scene when he practiced "the night snow of the building boat".

The clear blue sky, dark green, undulating peaks, and silver-white mist swirled around his feet, like a wide cloak.

Sometimes like a bird, sometimes like a vulture, he moved lightly in mid-air, heavy fluttering, and his inner breath was as pure and quiet as the morning air.

His whirling figure stirred a faint mist, as if he was in the midst of ten thousand blooming snow lotuses, agitating a wide and flowing cloak.

Then, suddenly, his body spun around, moving faster and faster, so fast that he couldn't even see where he was.

Then, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

I saw a flash of white light, and countless birds in the air fell in unison, and the clouds above seemed to have encountered a strong wind and spread out in all directions, falling on the mountain, transforming into countless powerful water droplets.

The drops of water immediately turned into short swords and struck the trees all over the mountain, and then, the leaves withered, and the wind blew and began to drift away, like tens of thousands of butterflies.

At this time, the morning sun in the east had just risen, and the first rays of sunlight falling from the distant mountains broke through the thick fog overhead and shone on his face.

His face was pale and handsome, full of excitement.

His body shook a little from being too excited.

"Lou Boat Night Snow" has finally been practiced.

He carried his sword, and did not even have time to put on his clothes, so he ran to his cabin in high spirits, hoping that his father would share the joy with him.

At that moment, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world, and it was his father who brought him happiness.

He wanted his father to know that his years of hard work had not been in vain, so he began to shout from afar, Daddy, Daddy, I finally practiced.

However, the yard was quiet, and there was no echo in the cabin, only the early morning birds chirping, cuckoo, cuckoo...... Don't cry, don't cry.

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

But he still tried his best to suppress the excitement in his belly, slowed down, walked towards the cabin, and then, lowering his voice, he called out in a low voice: Daddy, Daddy, Xiao'er is back.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't get an echo from my father.

He gently pushed the door open, and was stunned by what was going on inside.

Because at this moment, his father, his only relative and friend, was lying quietly on that little wooden bed, and without saying goodbye to him, he left alone, never to return.

He walked peacefully, as if he had left peacefully under the chirping of birds, and as if he had fallen asleep soundly in the light of the moon and stars.

In the pine waves and Ye waves last night, he slept peacefully and comfortably, without a trace of pain on his face, like a tired person lying down and sleeping soundly.

There was no trace of pain on Li Cunxiao's face.

It was not that he did not feel any pain, but because he was overly frightened, he became pale, and the expression of pain on his face had no room for expression.

He just stood there quietly, looking at his father who was lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, without shouting or tears, as if he was afraid that the slightest sound would wake him up from his dream.

However, he wanted to shout loudly, hoping to wake his father from his nightmare, but his mouth opened a few times, but nothing came out.

At that moment, his heart seemed to stop beating in response to his father's breathing, and even consciousness had been lost.

He felt that it was not his father who really died, but himself.

Then, Li Cunxiao buried his father and his only relative in a bamboo forest on the hillside with green trees and white clouds and mist all year round.

Daddy is gone, and he is orphaned again.

He knelt before his father's grave for seven days and seven nights.

No one knows how he spent these seven days and seven nights, and no one knows what he thought during these seven days and seven nights.

He just knelt there quietly, without tears, without sorrow, without consciousness, not even knowing when it was raining in the sky.

He was completely numb.

Seven days later, he returned to the familiar cabin, and sat on the same chair where his father usually sits, and saw the words that his father had carved on the wall:

Xiao'er, Daddy is leaving, please forgive me for saying goodbye, because I just want to come quietly and then leave quietly.

Where to come from, where to go, this is fate, no one can change, no one can escape, just like a beautiful flower blooms the most beautiful flower, but there will still be a day when it withers.

Whether it's a person, a bird, a worm, or even the shining stars in the sky...... Everyone has only one life, and because of this, it is so wonderful and so precious.

So please don't grieve too much.

Before I leave, I would like to say a few words to you.

Actually, I should have told you these words a long time ago, Daddy's sword is not really the first sword in the world, and my sword has never been defeated.

Twenty years ago, I was defeated by the sword of Burial Sword Island.

Victory or defeat is like a flower blooming and falling, like the impermanence of life, no one can predict.

Originally, failure is death, and I am a person who should have died twenty years ago, but the reason why I am still alive is because I have an agreement with Burial Sword Island, that is, after twenty years, I will divide the ranks.

I live to fulfill this agreement, but God wants to play tricks on me, not let me live until that day, and send me to dust in advance.

So, only you can complete this agreement for me.

Twenty years of seclusion in this valley, I have nothing to give you but this sword.

The date I agreed with Burial Sword Island is on the fifteenth day of October, and when the time comes, you will take this sword to the appointment that was already scheduled twenty years ago.

When you see these words, I believe that you have practiced to the highest level of the life-killing sword, the night snow of the building.

However, please remember that no matter what kind of realm your swordsmanship reaches, do not be conceited and proud.

I want you to remember that this iron sword in your hand is not power, not fame, not money, the sword is the sword, and I am the sword thirty.

The sword of Sword Thirty never kills innocents.