Thousand Autumns - ~ Two Small Fans [Little Fanwai 2]

[Xiao Fanwai Er]

In his life, he never regretted the word.

That was the case when he left Xie's house.

That's it.

This was also the case after the battle with Cui Youli.

The heavens and the earth are big, no king, no father, no teacher.

The world is so big that no one can leave a trace in his heart.

Shen Ye is not the exception.

When he first met Shen Yun, he was just a proud disciple of Qi Fengge to Yan Wushi.

The regret of fighting with Qi Fengge at that time may be found in Shen Zhen.

But soon he found himself wrong.

Such a blind man has almost lost all his martial arts. Even if he is thrown into the street, no one will give an extra copper plate.

The teachings of Xuandu Shan in the past are completely over.

Yan Wushi sneered at the bottom of his heart, and had a malicious joke.

Qi Fengge hero I, but the apprentice's vision is not very good.

Since you can't be an opponent, you can only be a plaything.

An honest and honest teacher, if his hands are covered with the blood of innocent people, can he still maintain his original innocence?

Presumably cannot.

But it was another pastime with a predictable ending, Yan Wushi thought.

Suddenly boring.

But he did not expect that he would have the wrong time.

The blind man persisted again and again.

Facing the betrayal of his fellow teachers and brothers, Yan Wushi looked at each other's expression and almost thought he would cry.

But Shen Wei didn't.

"Everyone in the world says you are wrong, and your closest ones have betrayed you, don't you feel hopeless?" He asked Shen Wei.

The blind man didn't answer. He turned his head, facing the drizzle outside the window, and the rain was full of flowers.

But Yan Wushi knew that the other party was invisible.

"You can't go forward, you can't go back, and you can't be cleaned from all sides." Yan Wushi said gently, looking at the blind man, "Do you mean it?"

"No." The blind man sighed softly, with a hint of pity in the sound. "It's wrong, you can change it. But I won't die, I'm afraid I will disappoint the Lord Yan."

is it? Yan Wushi hummed silently.

That's just because you haven't reached the real despair.

In the battle with Cui Youli that year, Yan Wushi's Taihua sword was taken away by the other party. For many years, it was never retrieved.

After Cui You's death, Tai Huajian also fell into the hands of his apprentice Sang Jingxing.

However, Yan Wushi's martial arts has already taken a different approach. The Taihua sword is in him, but it is optional.

Sang Jingxing didn't know that it was a shame and shame for Yan Wushi only to lose his sword. He specially asked someone to tell him that he would use the sword of Taihua to change "Zhu Yangce".

Naturally, Yan Wushi could not do this, but he thought of a better idea: to exchange it with Shen Yan, the first master of the past in the world.

This is not only the ultimate danger, but also the ultimate humiliation, for Shen Kun, because the solemn teaching of Xuandu Shan is not as good as an optional Taihua sword.

Yan Wushi's fingers dropped on Shen Yuan's forehead, and meandered gently to his chin.

The pale complexion was slightly morbid, and the slender neck was more like a pinch to break, but the person under the skin had a proud iron skeleton.

He knows Sang Jingxing and knows what the other party might do in the face of such a sorrow.

So Shen Yun, what would you do?

This is a very interesting option.

When Yan Wushi knocked on the door of Bai Longguan, he began to think about the answer to this question.

Shen Yun, would you choose to yield, or rather jade?

Moon night.

Shen Ye looked at Yan Wushi coldly, and Sang Jingxing standing not far away.

Maybe it's not cold, but the moonlight sprinkles silver on the other's face, making the whole face a bit cold.

Looking at his calm face, Yan Wushi suddenly felt a little regret in his heart.

But that regret was not enough to make him change his mind.

"You're too weak, Grandma." He bent down and gently ran the other side's hair behind his ear to his ears, tenderly like Chunliu. "Weak people can never be great, and they are not qualified to be my opponent."

Shen Yan just looked at him without saying a word.

"I hope you can survive." Yan Wushi chuckled, "But if you become a lingering suffocator and a sorrowful sorrow, you'll be completely shocked, and you won't even have the last special thing? "

He threw Shanhe and the Sorrowful Sword into each other's arms, and patted Shen's shoulder: "Good luck."

Then, get up and leave.

His light work can shrink into inches, but today he did not, but left step by step.

Behind him came Sang Jingxing's sneer at Shen Yan, with a strong satire and lightness.

And Yan Wushi never looked back.