As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 295 294: Magpie

Fame is like a baggage, a baggage you can never get rid of.

"On September 19th, at You hour. Along the ancient road outside Luoyang City, under the ancient trees. Wash your throat and come with your sword!"

Sunset at You hour.

The autumn sun has set, and the fallen leaves are fluttering.

A man strode up the ancient road, wearing fresh clothes and a livid face. A long sword was stuck behind him, but his eyes were like an unsheathed sword, staring at the tree in the distance.

There is a sword under the tree.

There are people waiting too.

"Yan Shisan?"

"Yes."

Youshi is a very good time, no matter which side will lose, you can see the sunset for the last time.

Perhaps neither party in the duel had such leisurely elegance.

Being famous is not a pleasant thing. If a person is too famous, countless troubles will come to his door.

In the deep dusk, four corpses had fallen under the ancient tree.

The murderous sword is also sheathed.

Yan Shisan just stood there, standing under the ancient tree, as if he was integrated with the autumn colors of the earth, showing apathy and fatigue that penetrated deep into his bones.

He is tired just because he has killed too many people. He kills just because he has no choice.

Either he kills others, or others kill him. Fame is a good thing, but it is also not a good thing. This is the side effect of fame. There are always people who want to kill him.

After a long time, he slowly turned around and said into the darkness: "Hello."

After a long time, there was a response in the darkness: "I'm not good."

The cold voice was hoarse and low, and a man slowly walked out of the darkness, with black clothes and black hair, a sword in a black sheath, and a black face that seemed to have a look of death.

Yan Shisan saw the person who appeared, and his pupils suddenly shrank, "Crow?"

"No, it's a magpie."

Yan Shisan was startled when he heard this, "Are you a magpie?"

Magpie said: "Yes."

Yan Shisan said: "I have never heard of any magpies in the rivers and lakes."

The magpie said: "Without crows, crows become magpies."

Yan Shisan said: "Why?"

The magpie said: "Because crows are unlucky."

The crow brings disaster and bad luck, but does the magpie come to bring good news?

Yan Shisan suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

How does a crow turn into a magpie?

——Did he want to change it, or was someone else asking him to change it?

Yan Shisan saw a hint of pain in his eyes, which was definitely not what Crow himself wanted.

"Flying Eagle outside the Pass, Zhen Sanshan, Qingfeng Sword, Gaotong." The magpie eyes scanned the corpses on the ground one by one. Everyone was pierced through the throat with a sword, and finally fell into Yan Shisan's hands, and Yan Shisan's sword Up, "What a sword!"

Yan Shisan said: "You want it?"

Magpie said: "Yeah."

Yan Shisan said: "The crow can take it, but the magpie cannot."

The magpie said: "Why can the crow do it but not the magpie?"

Yan Shisan said: "Because you can't even keep your name, let alone the sword? Even if I give it to you, you can't keep it."

This is a true statement.

How can a person who can't even keep his name keep his sword?

The magpie stared at him coldly after hearing this, and after a while he said coldly: "You have no idea what the crow encountered."

Yan Shisan sneered: "No matter what we encounter, the magpie is still there."

The magpie is still there, but the crow is gone.

Magpie understood what he meant, but did not get angry. Instead, he stared at Yan Shisan and suddenly smiled, "If it were you, you would also become a magpie."

Yan Shisan shook his head and said, "I don't know how."

Magpie said: "You can!"

He said it categorically.

Yan Shisan's pupils shrank again.

There was silence for a long time.

Yan Shisan said with emotion: "Who is that?"

The magpie said: "I am no longer a crow."

Yan Shisan said, "Oh?" The magpie asked in reply: "Magpies bring good luck, how can they bring disaster?"

"Say that person means disaster?"

"It's better you never know who they are."

The night is deep, darkness covers the earth, and the night is vast.
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"At least one thing is good."

"Oh?"

"You got rid of the baggage."

"Oh?"

"The baggage that comes with fame."

Fame and sword both complement each other, but their effects are completely opposite.

When he puts down his sword, his life will end.

Until the last moment of your life, hold on to the sword in your hand.

When you put down your reputation, it means you can put down your sword.

Magpie said: "You are right."

Yan Shisan said: "You are wrong about something."

Magpie said: "Oh?"

Yan Shisan said word for word: "I will not become a magpie."

Magpie said: "Even if it means death?"

Yan Shisan smiled and said lightly: "Do you think life is interesting?"

The magpie closed its mouth.

Yan Shisan was still smiling, with an indescribable sense of ridicule in his smile, and said: "Sword practitioners will die by other people's swords sooner or later, and they will have nowhere to escape."

Magpie said: "You were wrong this time."

Yan Shisan said: "Oh?"

Magpie said: "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

Yan Shisan said: "Aren't you afraid?"

Magpie said: "Those who practice swordsmanship will die by other people's swords sooner or later."

The magpie was laughing, but Yan Shisan couldn't laugh anymore.

"Living is indeed very interesting." Magpie suddenly said this. He smiled, bent down and picked up the swords of Gaotong and Guanwai Feiying from the ground, and wiped them with silk cloth.

He took out the silk cloth from his body and wiped it cleanly and softly on the sword body.

These two people were the losers, and the two swords were naturally not stained with blood. They were only stained with some dust that fell on the ground, and they were easily wiped clean.

"Is life interesting?" Yan Shisan suddenly asked.

"Who knows," Magpie said.

Yan Shisan suddenly felt tired, just like the ancient tree behind him. It had gone through many vicissitudes, but its shoulders and back were still straight.

Seeing Magpie carefully put away the two swords, Yan Shisan cupped his hands, turned around and left without saying anything more.

The magpie is no longer a crow.

Crow is a world-famous, ruthless swordsman. Crows can bring disaster and misfortune to people.

Now he seems to bring joy to people——

No matter what, they can't fight.

Wine, wine.

The best restaurant, the best wine, he was always very grand, because he might die one day.

The night is getting deeper.

Suddenly a woman came up from downstairs. A very good-looking woman, well-groomed, very attractive to men.

Yan Shisan didn't even look at it.

He just lowered his head and drank wine, putting his sword beside the table.

A black fish skin sheath with a golden mouth and a large pearl on it. Just like his name Thirteen, there are also thirteen pearls on it. Not many people in the world don't recognize this sword, and not many people don't know him.

He could no longer let go of the sword, and others would not allow him to let go of the sword. When he puts down this sword, his life will end.

The strange woman had already come to him, but he still lowered his head and drank wine without saying a word.

Anyone who practices swordsmanship will sooner or later die under someone else's sword.

So why did the crow turn into a magpie?

(End of this chapter)