Fu Canglu

Chapter 397 Late Love
The heavy snow in Baili Town stopped the flying momentum.

Time seems to stand still, frozen.

The young sword master gently hugged Gu Jiu's body.

He stroked Gu Jiu's hair intimately.

Ye Xiaolou sat blankly on the snow, the blood on his left arm was blown open by the spring thunder strings, and the pain slowly dissipated at this moment.

The heavy snow in the whole world, every snowflake seemed to become blurred.

Dreamy.

Like a dream about to wake up.

The blood on the ground slowly "flowed" against the traces of splashing, gathered and flowed back very slowly, and returned to Ye Xiaolou's left arm, even the pieces of white robe that were blown into countless foams, At this moment, they all reversed and filled back one after another.

Not just Ye Xiaolou.

The bright red between Gu Jiu's eyebrows was lightly pointed at by the young sword master.

cover it.

Blood flowed back.

The heavy snow in the surrounding area scattered strangely, as if riding the wind and flowing clouds, from a converging state to a scattered state.

The countless tiny objects suspended in the air in Baili Town all began to tremble.

Start stitching.

put together.

Remnants of bricks and tiles rose from the ground in an instant, and were reconnected to become roof beams and carved buildings, and then fell from the sky to the clouds, firmly rooted in the ground, and the countless small parts of houses in the heavy snow were all put together backwards. , Putting this small town back together very quickly.

Baili Town.

It's just that the white carp statue still no longer exists.

Ye Xiaolou stared blankly at this scene.

Master
The third ancient sword called "Linglong" turned out to be a touch of the master's soul.

The young sword master gently hugged the head of the man in his arms.

Gu Jiu was already sobbing.

A sword shadow was pulled up from the snow ground.

That was the first "red bean", like a girl in the [-]th, slim and moving, red-faced, charming and shy.

Then there was a second sword cry not far away.

"Dice" shoots through the heavy snow and sings cheerfully, just like a big red sedan chair carrying a bride to get married.

The two ancient swords came intertwined, twisting and circling, the sword energy shot through the heavy snow, but suddenly stopped behind the sword master with a buzzing sound, hovered in the air and kept a very quiet posture like this, the sword body still refused to rest, trembling Re-tremor, Qing Ming re-Qing Ming.

Lord Sword Master lowered his eyebrows, stroking Gu Jiu's long hair over and over again, and finally said softly, "I'm late."

Gu Jiu raised her head with tears in her eyes.

You said you would come to the Western Regions to marry me.

I abandoned my sect, abandoned everything, and waited here for 100 years.

It's just that the hatred that should have penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but now he can't hate it no matter what.

Hate comes from love, and hate is also love in the end.

The sword master said softly: "If you still blame me for stabbing me with the sword, will it make you feel better?"

The young man fiddled with two ancient swords in the air, "Red Bean" and "Dice" came rolling in the wind and snow, hovering beside Gu Jiu.

Just reach out and hold it.

The sword master took two steps back, opened his arms, and said softly, "I owe you."

Gu Jiu slowly raised both hands, resting on the hilts of "Red Bean" and "Dice".

Grip the hilt tightly.

She stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

She has practiced for 100 years, has seen too much, thought too much.

She thought about living this life until the end, and had no other wish, and she was held hostage by a white carp for a day, but she regretted it, so what?

Gu Jiu once thought maliciously to control resentment with resentment, to retaliate hatred with hatred.

I also laughed at myself and wondered if I would let go of that attachment.

She waited in the Western Regions for 100 years.

Wait for a familiar sword energy.

But in the end, she didn't wait for the sword master.

But he waited until Ye Xiaolou, the sword master's disciple.

Over the years in the Western Regions, she has planted one illusion after another in the surrounding land of the Western Regions with the secret art of the Qin House.

Piece after piece of fantasy.

True or false.

Fake and true.

But playing with illusions and prying into people's hearts, after a hundred years, she still can't tell the truth about the person in front of her.

The method of rolling the heavy snow upside down with one hand, reversing the blood injury, and calming the white carp's misery is already far beyond the scope of his comprehension.

100 years have passed, and he practiced in a human body, and he was astonished to such an extent.

Even if it is compared to the master back then, he will never give up.

Gu Jiu hesitated.

She wished she could stab him with one sword, ten swords, one hundred swords, one thousand swords, ten thousand swords.

The sword pierces the heart, and the pain is hard to get rid of.

She said hoarsely, "You don't hide, you don't dodge?"

The sword master smiled like sunshine: "I don't hide, I don't dodge."

Gu Jiu held the sword dumbly, and handed it out.

Unexpectedly, the two blood flowers did not bloom on the snow.

"Red beans" and "dice" pierced the sides of the young sword master's loose robe, the sword edge picked through the robe, and the sleeves rattled.

Lord Sword Master lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head slightly, staring at the woman whose tears were slowly drying up on her cheeks.

He wanted to reach out his hand and wipe away Gu Jiu's tears.

"Don't move!"

The woman's hoarse voice sounded resentful, and her eyes were fixed on the sword master.

"If you dare to move, I will stab you with ten or a hundred swords."

The sword master smiled and nodded.

He didn't care how many swords she would stab him, and where.

But he actually kept his rigid movements like this, opened his arms, and looked at the sword-wielding woman in front of him dotingly and tenderly.

Gu Jiu gritted her teeth, not knowing what to say.

Lord Sword Master spoke softly.

"I"

"He's dead already."

Gu Jiu was stunned.

The young man narrowed his eyes, his tone was as warm as a hundred years ago, and he said softly: "A long time ago, he died."

Even Ye Xiaolou, who was sitting on the snow not far away with his arms propped up, was slightly stunned.

"How long is it?"

Lord Sword Master murmured softly as if talking to himself: "It's a pity, if I could have arrived in the Western Region earlier, I wouldn't have breached the contract."

The man restrained his smile and changed his serious tone.

Here's his explanation.

So be careful.

Serious enough, more serious than anything else.

"Have you ever heard of a broken fate?"

Gu Jiu's pupils shrank slightly.

"I am. The year I left the Western Regions was the year when my fate was cut short. I thought I would have time to rush back to the Sword House, resign from the sect, and come back."

The man has a serious face, but his eyes are still gentle.

Gu Jiu couldn't hold the sword in his hand steadily.

Of course she had heard of "Breakdown of Fate".

This is terminal illness.

And it is more difficult to treat than most terminal diseases in the world.

And one thing is more important than everything.

Apart from the legendary elixir that can heal the "broken fate", there is only one natural thing.

White carp from the Western Regions.

Lord Sword Master lowered his brows and eyes, and said with a soft smile: "You were the one who said to release the white carp, I think what you said is right, the good things in this world should not be used to fill the 'lust of desire', you don't have to Blame myself, I really don’t need this white carp.”

"I'm sorry," the man said softly, "I thought I could break immortality with one sword, but I couldn't."

So I'm in default.

Ye Xiaolou on the snowy ground was a little dazed, a little bewildered.

He suddenly thought of the fourteen Clothes Tombs in the Sword Tomb.

He remembered that his master's real body was a "fairy clothes".

The strongest skill of Jianlu is the technique of life extension.

There are a total of fourteen swords in the Jianzhong, with a lifespan of 400 years.

Save one's life.

For Lord Sword Master!
Fate is broken, sword is broken and people die.

The clue in Ye Xiaolou's mind suddenly caught on.

After the master fell, "Immortal Clothes" returned to the sword house by itself. The last resort of the "Sword Master" Master Feng Ting was to recast cause and effect with the sword body for his disciples, to isolate the world, and to disregard karma. Force, forcibly continue life.

Since then, nothing has changed.

Since then, I can no longer leave the sword hut.

This is the "price" for Master to come back alive.

"Sometimes, when I'm staying in the sword hut, I'll think about it." Lord Sword Master lowered his eyes and said:
"In the far western region, there is a girl waiting for me."

Gu Jiu's eyes were already red.

Arm trembles.

"But I can no longer step out of the sword cottage."

"Is that girl still waiting?"

"Ten years, should she give up?"

"It's been 20 years, she should hate me, right?"

"30 years, she should be old."

"It's been like this for a hundred years."

Lord Sword Master took a deep breath, "That girl, if she hadn't taken off her body, it would have been a heavy snowfall in the Western Regions, and it would have disappeared from the world."

"But living alone in this world is really boring."

"Looking at other people's faces getting old, their temples withering, going in and out of the sword house, and finally turning into dry bones, what can I do?"

"The sword comes and the sword returns, and I also have gray hair, but I can't die in the end."

"I owe a debt to a person, and that person is still waiting, but I can't pay the debt."

"Even if you wait another 1000, 1 years, I won't be able to come."

The sword master murmured softly: "Gu Jiu, I'm sorry."

Gu Jiu staggered, and subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, but her heart felt as if she had been stabbed for no reason. She was in excruciating pain. She restrained herself from crying, but she could no longer pull herself up. The two ancient swords in her hand The sword clattered to the ground.

red beans.

dice.

Plus that Linglong.

The three ancient swords rose without wind, and cut through the heavy snow.

Gu Jiu looked up in a hoarse voice, tears streaming down her face.

The wind is howling, the snow is flying, and the Linglong dice and red beans are tearing up the snow and mist, as if venting the depression and resentment that have been waiting for 100 years.

And the love and apology 100 years late.

This is a late love.

There were three consecutive sounds of the ancient sword falling to the ground.

Heavy snow sneered and splashed.

The first "red beans", like a girl's first boudoir, is the first time they meet.

The second "dice", such as the big red dowry, is to make a marriage contract.

The third "Linglong" is like a deep lovesickness, which is the entanglement between life and life.

In front of the three ancient swords, someone said softly but firmly.

"I have lived and died for swords all my life. Meeting you is already the greatest luck."

The man smiled softly.

"But I am destined not to see you, marry you, and love you. I have nothing but these three ancient swords."

"See you for me, marry you, love you."

red beans.

dice.

exquisite.

(End of this chapter)