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Chapter 1843 [Shangxie] I am nothing but a sword
"I remember that for the next few days, I didn't say a word to you."

Zhan Luoying squinted her eyes to recall, with a smile on her lips.

Xia Fuyi lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly.

Maybe it's because the sunshine is rare at this moment, or maybe it's because the glass of wine is too easy to get intoxicated, the voice in her ears is blurred like a veil, and she also rarely thinks of the past.

The sun was about the same temperature that day.

The man just lay on the bamboo couch and slept for most of the day, and she practiced sword practice for most of the day.

At first, she was careful not to make a sound, but later she couldn't practice well, so she let go of her movements bit by bit. It stands to reason that the sound of practicing swords should be quite noisy, but the man didn't seem to be disturbed. The fingertips resting on her face didn't even move, so she became more courageous and completely let go of her skills to practice. The splashing water from the waterfall and the raging wind on the top of the mountain were all at the tip of her sword. It's another long season.

She saw acquiescence from the man's actions that day, and since then she has felt at ease.

She travels to and from the waterfall every day, and there is a stack of snacks waiting for her to eat on the stone table every day.

The man is sometimes there, sometimes not. When he is there, he is mostly sleeping, and occasionally he will read a book, or teach her how to practice swords. When he is not there, there are still snacks on the table, every day, without exception.

"Since you left, Fuyi Pavilion has been vacant for several years,"

Zhan Luoying's voice reached her ears, and Xia Fuyi raised her head slightly.

The man in red continued to say while pouring wine,

"One year after you left, Xueyanshu mentioned that he wanted to move here and change Fuyi Pavilion into Yanshu Pavilion, but the door owner lightly refused on the spot. Fuyi Pavilion has been cleaned all these years, and many things have been cleaned. Keep it the way you left it."

Xia Fuyi didn't speak, and Zhan Luoying was also silent for a while, before saying in a low voice after a while,

"Actually, he has treated you very well."

"I used to think so too,"

Xia Fuyi's voice was cold, and those years flashed before his eyes.

The waterfall on the edge of the cliff is as magnificent as before, but the scene of one person practicing sword and the other sleeping has long been lost in the years and cannot be found.

"But we were all mistaken,"

Those pictures dissipated before her eyes, she said lightly,

"He is the master of a sect after all, and I am just a sword in his hand, maybe the sharpest and best, but no matter how powerful the sword is, it is impossible for the master to treat him equally with human feelings."

"Just like you usually wipe your saber with the softest cloth and sharpen the blade with the best whetstone, but if one day this sword can speak by itself, it tells you that you don't want to kill any more, you will Do you give up killing people for this? Even just once?"

Zhan Luoying was stunned.

In front of him, the blindfolded Xia Fuyi turned his head to "look" at the waterfall outside the pavilion, and said calmly,

"you will not."

"Instead, you'll give up the sword because it can no longer kill."

"It's just a sword, how can it have its own thoughts, and how can it disobey its master?"

"To him, I'm just such a sword."

Xia Fuyi finally came to a conclusion with a cold expression, as usual.

But in a place she couldn't see, outside the Lancui Pavilion, a man dressed in Chinese clothes stood expressionlessly, and the white gauze fluttered gently in the wind, blurring his expression outside the pavilion.

Without making a sound, he quickly turned and left.

Zhan Luoying, who was about to speak but was silently stopped by a gaze, stared at his back, then at the girl with her head bowed in front of her, many words were blocked in her throat for a while.

In Tianjimen, there is absolutely no chance for a traitor to come back, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be let go.

You almost slaughtered the entire Linglong Pavilion back then, but now you are still staying here, and you can return to the Fuyi Pavilion that has been vacant for many years... Or, the reason why the Fuyi Pavilion was vacant was to wait for your return.

How can you be just a sword to him like this?
Looking at the tombstone outside the pavilion, which was located among the green grass, Zhan Luoying raised her head and took a sip of wine, and buried a sigh in her throat.

　There are about a day or two before I go to reality...

　　However, I have clearly marked the word "Shangxie" in the title now, just to take care of readers who don't want to read the script, lest you click in by mistake, but why are some people still talking about not writing the script...

　　I’m in a bad mood, but I still have to say, if there are many little fairies who think this way, of course, if it’s a genuine little fairy, I’ll consider reducing the content of the script. The opinion is not within the scope of my consideration, sorry...

　　I still want to say good night, Ben Fafa ate a pancake fruit tonight, put a lot of peppers in it, hehe, it was delicious~ I am going to cut my hair tomorrow, summer is coming, I really want to shave my head, worry (chin support ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)