The mountains were like the sea, and the moon was like frost.
A tall figure walked alone along a winding mountain ridge. On both sides was a bottomless abyss. The deep and dark night wind blew from the valley. One step in the air would cause one to be smashed to pieces. However, he closed his eyes and walked forward with big steps, mumbling something to himself.
"My soul follows my bosom friend, forgetting death … My whereabouts are uncertain, facing the shadow, my pride is unyielding, scratching my head in self-love … Since ancient times, those who have cried bitterly, only Bian He is; the thing that topples the crowd, who is Bo Le? … Hugging a thorn in my bosom, three years of destruction, looking sideways, there is no home in the four seas … In this world, I only need to close my eyes and take a step, to listen to the lowness of creation! "
He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Yes, it's so lonely!"
He had mysteriously come to this world and was trapped in a small mountain village, in the body of a child. No one knew, no one could understand, he was out of place, and was easily blamed. He only had the cow as his companion, talking to it, as if he had gone crazy. Compared to that, the hunger and cold, the humiliation from his brother and sister-in-law were much easier to bear.
It was because he had such experiences that he was so determined to move forward, never looking back.
This time was an exception. He had originally wanted to come to this world to indulge his inner monkey, to have fun, but for some reason, he was filled with a thousand melancholy.
Don't lean on the railing alone, the past is unbearable.
"I am a person who has never looked back, why would I do such a foolish thing?"
He shook his head, letting go of his stubbornness, letting his thoughts flow freely.
In an instant, the wind howled, soaring into the sky.
The deities moved, the heavens and earth echoed.
The wind swept up the water, destroying the trees. The tens of thousands of miles of mountains shook.
Dark clouds rolled and filled the air, swallowing the bright moon. A snowflake quietly floated down from the sky, landing on his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, snow covered the sky.
Many scenes flashed before his eyes, interweaving with his past and present life, all blurry and indistinguishable.
"Maybe this is just a big dream, and when I wake up, I will be in a warm bed." When he first came to this world, he had thought of this countless times.
Now, looking up, there was only wind and snow, high mountains and dangerous roads.
Such wind and snow always made him think of the Ice Sword Cliff, the arduous and hopeless climb. It was as if it had never come down and had always been climbing upwards.
Even afterwards, he recovered his human form and returned to the world of mortals. He entered Jiaping city, became a Hawkwolf guard, killed Zhuo Zhibo, fought the elders of the three mountains … The snowstorm never stopped.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, gradually covering their shoulders and covering the rugged road. The mountains were all covered in white.
All the scenes condensed and intersected. A pair of gentle ox eyes stared at him quietly, listening to him talk to himself.
"Brother Ox, are you also this lonely?"
In that instant, he suddenly understood that feeling. It was just like how he looked at Xuan Yue, just like how he looked at Li Long.
Unknowingly, that man's stalwart back had already become within reach. If he took another step forward, he would be able to pat his shoulder and say, "Brother Niu, I'm here."
He opened his chest and praised, "What a heavy snow!"
In his heart, it was a never-ending snowstorm, but in his dreams, it was a continuous drizzle.
Outside the small city, the gloomy sky pressed down on the desolate wilderness.
"Chenglu, hold on. I won't let you die. I'll definitely kill the daemons and save you, save everyone!"
Her pretty face was covered in gloominess, but her eyes were as determined as steel, shining with violet light. He gently placed her struggling friend on the ground and removed the hundred treasures pouch from her waist. He turned around and made his way towards the small city shrouded in daemon qi.
Behind the mottled mud walls, men and women of all ages were strewn across the streets and alleyways. Their expressions were wooden, and their eyes were hollow. They seemed like corpses, but their chests clearly rose and fell as they breathed. Black spots would swim across the whites of their eyes from time to time.
A black mist permeated the air above the city, composed of countless black insects. It was an extremely rare daemon, the Miasma daemon.
When she entered the city again, the black mist called out once more, "You're actually bold enough to return. Then you can stay here and become my food!"
Everyone stood up, densely packed and motionless. Only their eyeballs moved along with her figure, deathly silent and strange. Following the Miasma daemon's order, they suddenly roared hysterically in unison, ignoring the tearing of their vocal cords. It was even more mournful than the howls of beasts.
Although the city was small, there were still tens of thousands of residents. This roar was like a landslide, enough to frighten the timid to death. It even shook the low-hanging dark clouds, causing a drizzle to fall.
Under the drizzle, she did not move. She lowered her head and held the hilt of her sword tightly. Niu Juxia once told her that a person must be decisive and not be soft-hearted. She had always remembered it.
He also once said, "Purple is the color of utmost respect, and the sword is the ruler of all weapons. The ruler is wise, and the purple aura comes from the east. Sweeping across the world, unifying the world. Bringing peace to the world, achieving great benevolence. "
Thus, when she raised her head, her eyes glowed with violet light. She had the aura of a ruler.
"The demon has taken control of everyone in the city. If we want to save them, we must … kill!"
The sea of people surged forward. With a sweep of her sword Qi, more than ten heads flew into the air. Fresh blood spurted out of their necks, along with wisps of black fog.
A few drops of blood fell on her fair face, the scarlet color piercing to the eyes. Her expression did not change. She had to cherish every bit of her vital energy, and could not use it for such pointless things.
The crowd controlled by the Miasma daemon did not fear death. They stepped over the headless corpses, their knees cracking as they pounced at a speed that normal people could not.
She leapt into the air, stomped on a head, and landed lightly on a blue-tiled house beside the road.
The crowd immediately surged forward like a tide. She twisted her waist, turned around, and cut several people in half at the waist with her sword. Their internal organs fell out, and blood spurted out. Her purple robe was once again split open.
Amidst the roars, the roof she was standing on was like a lonely island, and "tides" kept crashing onto it.
She could not care about exquisite sword techniques, and did not even dare to activate her sword Qi. She only relied on the sharpness of the Nine Yang Sword in her hand to hack and slash, like a chopper. Wherever the blade of the sword passed, flesh and blood were split, bones and tendons were broken, and severed limbs flew everywhere. In an instant, her purple robe was dyed red.
Her feet suddenly swayed, and she lost her balance. Under the pressure of countless people, the house was about to collapse. A middle-aged woman behind her took the opportunity to pounce forward.
She did not even look back. She straightened her body and leaned back. With a muffled "bang", accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, the woman flew backward. Her internal organs were all ruptured, and her bones were all shattered. She spat out a wisp of black smoke.
"Rumble!" The house collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the air. She had already landed in a small alley. With a sweep of her peripheral vision, she saw everything around her. Then, she casually swung her sword and killed a few people.
With a tap of her toes, she flipped over the wall and landed in a small courtyard paved with blue-tiled tiles. She relaxed her muscles and adjusted her breathing.
When the crowd toppled over the brick walls and everyone was thrown off their feet, she took advantage of the situation and slaughtered again. Before she was surrounded, she retreated to a courtyard.
She fought as she moved through the city, relying on every house and every wall to kill. She used every second to recover her strength.
Men, kill. Women, kill. Old people, kill. Young children, kill.
The small city became a slaughterhouse. Corpses were strewn across the ground, and blood flowed everywhere.
She was also bathed in blood, but her eyes were clear and penetrating. There was no pity, no hesitation. Her actions were filled with order and efficiency. She was not cold and emotionless, nor was she cruel and bloodthirsty. All of this was to save people, even if she could only save Hua Chenglu in the end.
Was it sorrow? Anger? Fear? Probably all of them, but there was something else that penetrated her mind and the edge of her sword, revealing a certain nature that was hidden extremely well.
It was exactly this thing that allowed her to remain unperturbed by her innate ability when she faced the powerful Daemon General Strong Stone transformed from the Rock of Slaughter many years later. Instead, she descended into a frenzy of slaughter, yet she was still bold enough to swing her sword at him. Even Li Qingshan sighed in amazement.
She had been depressed for a very long time before that. Others thought she was filled with guilt over today's slaughter. Of course, she did feel something like that, but only she knew that she was fearful of her current self.
Even Niu Juxia did not know about this.
Who knew how many people she had killed with her sword. A few hundred? A few thousand? She only remembered that in the end, she had massacred the entire city with her sword and finally killed the Miasma Daemon. How old was she at that time? How many people had she killed now?
Thinking up to there, she suddenly lowered her sword and ignored the surging sea of people. She smiled at the sky. "Niu Juxia, it's not very nice to just barge into someone's dream."
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