he walks in the world

Chapter 68 Not even the sword I want
Wang Que already had his own way, even if he accepted her sword intent, he just met a guide at a fork in the road, and he still followed his own way, but when others accepted her sword intent, they accepted it. her way.

Nangong Hupo's way is just her Nangong Hupo's way.

If another person walks, it is no longer the way.

"I hope I'm not a person of my generation who hopes for the Holy Way, otherwise, it would be a pity!"

Nangong Hupo shook her head slightly, and slowly looked away.

Everyone has their own fate, whether they pass by or meet by chance, they are just passers-by. A fate is the beginning of fate.

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The cold street, the cool breeze, the heavy rain, the white oil-paper umbrella, broke deeper and deeper, and slowly, it was completely broken, and the umbrella leaves in the two umbrella frames were hanging down, many, many The rainwater rushed to his head, soaking all his hair, and the water stains on his hair flowed onto his clothes and soaked into his body.

Du Ruo still stood quietly, as if he didn't feel that his body was completely wet, he just stood there quietly, the blood red in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, as if blood was overflowing from his eyes, he just stood like that.

I don't know what time it is.

He lightened the handle of my umbrella with a slight force, and a gentle internal force was exported from the handle to the umbrella handle, and quickly spread to the top of the umbrella.

"bang"

the umbrella broke open,

The umbrella leaves roll off the umbrella frame and fall off.

There is only one umbrella handle, a dry stick.

Du Ruo closed his eyes slightly, and the sound of wind and rain could be heard in his ears. He held the handle of the umbrella with both hands, as if holding a knife. With a flick of his wrist, the weak internal force in his body flowed along the handle of the knife and poured into the blade crazily. Well, the umbrella handle is just a wooden stick after all, under the impact of this internal force, it disintegrates into countless pieces in an instant.

However, even so, he still maintained the same movement, as if he was still holding a knife.

Knives can cut people, and many things.

His movements are very skilled.

So sophisticated that it looks natural.

It's so natural that it makes people feel comfortable.

A hum!
I don't know where the humming came from,

With that humming,
Du Ruo slashed out with the knife in his hand, raised his foot and took a step forward,
he closed his eyes,
He saw a knife,

The sword is so majestic, it is actually able to suppress the destructive wind and thunder on the nameless sword intent, trembling unsteadily, as if it is like a candle in the strong wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Du Ruo still had his eyes closed, but his mind was clear, as if he could see through the whole world, as if countless golden rays of light were gushing out from the knife in his hand, like the sun leaping out of the sea of ​​clouds, or as if he was dying in the twilight. Burning clouds.

step out, step on the stagnant water,
Lots of water splashes,

This step seems to be so close to the end of the world!

After one step, Du Ruo opened his eyes,
There is no blood red in the eyes, bright as stars, clean as a clear spring, looking at this world, in the dark night, as if the light is there, seeing far away and very clearly.

Spread your hands slightly,
The crushed sawdust fell slowly and merged into the rainwater.

Where is the sword, where is the knife,

Some are just a silent street, some are just that the jade crown on his head has indeed fallen to the ground, some are just that he has never moved at all, he still stands quietly, and has never moved since standing.

There are no sword marks on the pillars in front of the inn,
The oil-paper umbrella he was holding was not broken either.

What he holds in his hand is still the handle of the umbrella,

The white oil-paper umbrella shielded him from the wind and rain, and the eaves of the umbrella slightly covered his face. His expressionless face was still pale, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a smile, not deep or shallow, kind of gentle, kind of gentle. A bit magnanimous, a bit indifferent, a bit refined.

I'm afraid no one in this world will believe it,

A person's smile can have so many meanings,
This is just a smile, a simple smile!

Finally, he took a step forward,
an ordinary step,
A very ordinary splash of water,
Nothing is so close,
It's just one step, just one more faint sentence:

"What sword, it's not my sword!"

After all, that sword intent disappeared into the world, and finally disappeared after being given up by both of them.

What kind of sword is this?
Yes, what sword,
The world is full of swords. When a sword comes out, thousands of swords follow like a shadow, endlessly. No matter how big the world is, there are as many swords as there are. As long as the earth is far away, this sword is as long as it is. How sharp.

However, this is not his own sword after all,

No matter how many it has, if you can’t find one that suits you, then don’t use it, no matter how long it is, don’t hold it if you can’t hold it, no matter how sharp it is, don’t use it if you can’t use it!

Du Ruo didn't know who the sword belonged to, and he didn't know who the sword was for, but he knew it was strong, but he didn't want it because he preferred to hold his own sword,

Your own knife can cut people!
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Slowly walked two steps forward, turned his head slightly, he saw something under the pillar platform at the entrance of the inn, walked slowly over, picked it up and saw it was a painting scroll, very familiar!
The slightly sloppy young man at the flower boat party last night suddenly appeared in his mind, and this scroll seems to belong to that young man.

His image is quite deep, because the young man looks very downcast, and he doesn't pay attention to his own image at all. There is only one painting scroll in his whole body that is particularly clean, and only this painting scroll is treated with care.

"But why would he leave something so important?"

Du Ruo looked around suspiciously,

Finally, he fixed his eyes on the street outside the eaves, because there was deep water, he hadn't noticed just now, there was a piece of sword hilt there, only one hilt, the blade didn't know where it went, but the hilt , is also the hilt of the scruffy youth.

Recalling the sword that he inexplicably saw just now, Du Ruo probably guessed that the scruffy young man fought with others here. Although the surrounding buildings were intact, Du Ruo could feel that this battle might be fierce. .

So all the paintings I cared about were thrown here, and the sword was also destroyed. I am afraid that the situation of that young man is very bad. It is really unpredictable whether he will live or die.

Slowly open the scroll,

On the picture scroll is a very beautiful woman, so beautiful that people are surprised, she is not like a person that should exist in the world. At present, Du Ruo has never seen how beautiful people are on the list of martial arts critics, but he has seen Nangong Hupo.

If Nangong Hupo got rid of her master status as Fairy Fuyao, she would definitely not be able to compare with the person on this picture scroll in terms of appearance alone. The facial features are exquisite to the extreme, and the picture scroll is still like this, real people don't know how beautiful it is.

"Is this his sister or sister?"

Du Ruo looked at the woman on the picture scroll. Between her eyebrows and eyes, she was very similar to that sloppy young man, and it was very likely that she was the blood relative of that young man.

"No wonder you cherish it so much."

Du Ruo thought for a while and took the scroll. If they meet again by fate in the future, he will return the scroll to the other party. It can be seen that this scroll is very important to that young man. It just so happens that Du Ruo has a deep impression on this young man.

　Recently, many book friends have raised questions, such as why the name of this book is so weird, such as whether Nangong Amber is the heroine, such as why Du Ruo's name is Shan Jiang, such as why Du Ruo always says that Que Yue is very handsome...etc. Wait for a series of doubts.

　　I summed it up, I will post a long comment in the past two days, or explain it clearly to everyone in a single chapter, um, it may be a bit difficult to accept, everyone take care of your heart!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)