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Chapter 450 Meaningless Meaning
After stepping into the mist, there is nothing.

Everything around him was shielded, and the subordinates who were surrounded by him just a moment ago were nowhere to be seen.Xiuji could only feel the thick fog in front of his eyes, they blocked the way and seemed to block the future.

He looked back, and the road behind was obviously covered by fog, and wanting to go back has become a disappearing option.

Continuing to walk forward, the foot was originally a hard rock, but step by step, it seemed to be stepping on a cloud, light and light.

Every time you step on it, the touch will make Xiuji stop, and then he will continue to take a step.

—he knew what it felt like.

Are these soft and light "clouds" really the so-called feeling of stepping on the clouds?
Of course, no.

In fact, Hugh remembered.

This feeling was engraved deep in his mind, it was the feeling of stepping on a person.

He once walked away from the corpse step by step.

Blood was stained under the feet, stretched in the evening light, like a line drawn with red ink.

And he, at the last moment before sunset, stopped in front of the mountain.

【Alpine, you are so majestic. 】

【Emerald wood adorns your body, and rock casts your armor firmly. 】

【The ant in front of you is so small. 】

【Despicableness washes his heart, depravity whitewashes his clothes】

【Are you willing to lower the great sight? 】

[Smash his unbearableness with a rock, and wipe away his cowardice with emerald trees? 】

【——You declined. 】

【You said that despicable people have no past, depraved people have no future, and depraved people have no present. 】

[I said, good. 】

[Then, see you in the future. 】

So, he opened his hands in a sea of ​​flames, and greeted the mountain full of flames.

Witness them hovering and singing among the emerald trees, and watch them dance and walk on the rocks.

The tree's answer is: all this is meaningless.

Once upon a time, he hated himself like this.

——The famous family who was involved, degenerated into a lowly commoner.

He would pick wild fruits in the mountains with the children, drink the morning dew with the villagers, dance and sing with the villagers in front of the campfire.

Crisp songs spread throughout the mountains and forests.

The birds sang for him, the squirrels presented gifts, the wind stopped for him, and the green leaves swayed for him.

Behind them are simple children with smiling faces.

If possible, he would like that moment to be eternal.

Then, thunder came in an instant.

She split the forest, destroyed the corolla, and burned the whole village.

Because he has one eye.

Just because... he has an eye that shouldn't belong to him in the first place.

"Jiu Tiao, you are worthy of Dao Wife's famous pen. But you have tainted the glory and the sword in your hand." In the thunder light, she said like a god.

"What have I defiled? Defiled what?" he said.

【Because you left your responsibility behind and chose to escape. 】

He had expected her to say that.

But she didn't.

She just raised the knife, the blade high above the sky.

Afterwards, he slashed the knife without hesitation, piercing the sky, and there were bursts of thunder.

--Yes.

He shirked responsibility.

He didn't voluntarily exile himself, he escaped and abandoned the glory of being a famous family.

".yes?"

In the mist, Xiu Ji stopped and smiled.

"I am indeed a coward." He muttered to himself, "Because I dare not accept the past, nor dare to choose the future, so I can only waver in the present."

"But what can I do?"

"The evergreen water of life has been annihilated by the thunder, and the mountains and forests have been burned. My past has disappeared without a trace."

"I don't accept the past, sir. It's the past that forgets me."

call--

The fog seemed to dissipate partly.

In this fog, Xiu Ji's visual range increased by a few meters, even though it was insignificant, it undoubtedly showed a good sign.

A few seconds later, Xiu Ji took another step forward and walked forward.

This time, after passing through the fog, he came to the seashore.

In a very simple fishing house by the sea, he sat in front of the door with an old man.

Before me was the first sun of the morning, which illuminated the sea.

"Hey, are you really planning to sneak into the fleet and smuggle to Liyue?"

The old man took a sip of his wine and spoke inarticulately.

"Ah."

He responded softly, his eyes were on the sea from beginning to end.

"Then you have to think about it clearly. Thunderstorms are no joke. Once you collapse in that place, you won't even have a place to bury your bones."

The old man shook the wine bottle in his hand, it turned out that he had already finished drinking.

"of course."

Without hesitation, he nodded slightly.

The sun has risen.

"Okay." The old man stood up and twisted his shoulders vigorously, "Then let me, the old man, do one last thing for you, as if I paid off the drink."

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He didn't express his opinion, but stared at the distant sun in a daze. It rose higher and higher, and it seemed that it would never stop.

But he also knows that the sun will rise to its highest point at a certain time and then set, and there is nothing that does not stand still, not even the scorching sun overhead.

Suddenly, a voice came over.

"Eye Hunting Order! Hand over your God's Eye!"

The shogun with a long sword delivered the ultimatum, and the shimmer could not reflect anything under his black armor.

".Time is up."

He stood up and took a deep look at the sea.

"Take care, boy."

The old man gently opened a basket and took out a knife stored inside.

They go against each other.

The old man walks towards the samurai, holding a sword; the young man walks towards the other side of the sea, unarmed.

There was the clanging sound of swords colliding, and the piercing sound of swords piercing flesh. He never looked back from the beginning to the end, no matter what the scenery behind him was.

— as he is now.

He had no idea what the fog in front of him would hold, or what the fog behind him would hold, but he knew he had to move forward.

"Does it make sense?"

Suddenly, a soft voice appeared, which did not belong to anyone, nor did it belong to himself.

Hearing this question, he stopped.

By the sea, under the morning sun, his footprints have drawn a long line.

In the fog, he has already passed through several clouds of fog, and his eyes have become clearer.

"It doesn't make sense," he said.

"but."

He took another step.

"I can make sense of it all."

"...the way I want it."

[People from famous families must not trample on their honor. 】

"I've trampled on it."

[People in the mountains and countryside are not allowed to break the law. 】

"I've overstepped."

[Despicable defector, what exactly do you want to do? 】

"."

He stopped suddenly, and looked at the fog in front of him, only a few centimeters away.

There are mountains and forests, children, villages, the sea, and old people.

Then, he raised his hand, and a small knife appeared in his hand.

"Dig your own grave, sir."

Chi-

The fog lifted.

What appeared in front of him was a silver spear, which was the purpose of his coming here.

"Human, this is the tomb you long for."

The voice came again.

Yue Shan's body no longer exists, only the long spear is left here.

(End of this chapter)