这一片幽静梅林中暗香阵阵飘荡着清冷梅花芬芳林小道并不坚硬是有些淡淡潮湿偶尔露出几片枯黄正是残秋时落叶

在晨曦淡雾一个人凭出现
先是淡淡影最后逐渐凝实
他目光是那样虚他脸却笼罩着一层淡淡薄雾好似一道轻纱遮住了他面庞
能看见他穿着一身胜雪白衣
绝世双剑手纵然掌中剑纵然剑未出鞘要他人在就会有剑气逼人眉睫
这里没有人却有梅花
梅花禁受不住白衣人剑气飘然落
他剑已是天地独一二
他人也是天地独一二
他剑纵然不是最强剑可是他人早已奉献给剑道
剑就是他生命就是他部
在这段时李志常居住在这处梅林中他住地方是一个有一条清澈溪流地方
梅花飘落在溪流中形成一条散发出清香花溪
花溪边有一块石头一块磨刀石
李志常在磨刀石旁边他自然是在磨刀
一把样式有些独特刀一把不过三寸三分长飞刀
刀身冰冷刀锋情人也是情
他身体也有汗水这毕竟是凡人躯体
His hands are a little shaky, too, because his house has long been rotten.
At the moment, if there is a doctor Gao, you can see Li Zhichang. Now his body should not continue to move. What he should do now is to lie in a comfortable bed and wait for death.
Li Zhichang’s every move is painful now, but he still doesn’t show his painful expression.
It doesn’t feel good to die. Li Zhichang decided to sharpen his knife to pass the chat.
At the same time, he is waiting for someone to come.
If this man doesn’t come after the sun mountain, he will never have to come.
Li Zhichang has felt that he has arrived nearby, but the other party still hasn’t appeared.
He knows what the other party is thinking and the other party is waiting.
He’s waiting for a chance to make a sword, and he’s going to make a sword, too
It just so happens that Li Zhichang is going to make a knife.
So it seems that the two are still a little tacit understanding.
But the other party can wait until dusk.
Chapter one hundred and twelve Disagreement
Ordinary people spend their whole lives waiting.
Most of them
Born waiting to grow up
Waiting to get married when I grow up.
Waiting for children after getting married
Then wait for the children to grow up and get married.
Finally, you can wait for death in silence.
This kind of dull waiting is not good or bad, because most people come like this, but some people are born different.
They have the best force, the best wisdom, and they are mostly lonely.
Like Ye Gucheng, like Ximen Chuixue, like a man in white.
Their loneliness is always similar, and their waiting is always the same.
Waiting for an opponent who really deserves their sword all their lives.
The wind blows
Meihualuo
It is not the wind that blows down the plum blossoms, but the plum blossoms are about to fall.
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