Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

Only this chapter is to commemorate a friend who left me the day before yesterday. I hope that my best friend will not be lonely in heaven.

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"Ice Lotus Sword..." Mei Xue repeated the name repeatedly, it was a name that even Dean Yougui praised, a legend, a story.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Mei Xue looked at the figure standing proudly on top of the ice lotus, she suddenly understood something.

It was a loneliness, a loneliness that no one could understand, nor did anyone need to understand.

"..." Xuanyuan Wenming, who was dominated by the ice lotus sword intent, had a flash of surprise in his pupils, and stared at the thoughtful Mei Xue.

There is no need for words, sometimes the opportunity is just such a look, a cross.

Hexagonal snowflakes fell from the sky without warning, before Mei Xue even realized what happened, her consciousness was completely involved in the icy snowflakes.

"Boom!" The turbulent waves hit the shore, splashing all over the sky, and the cold sea breeze blowing by the cold winter sea made the beach constantly change shape.

There was snow falling from the sky, not for the western seas, not for this beach.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, within a thousand miles, there is no noise.

The sound of foxes sneaking and digging holes, the sound of squirrels chasing and fighting in the big trees, and the sound of wild boars humming and digging.

Sounds of humans plowing, coming home, saying hello.

Even the fluttering of insect wings, which is so ubiquitous and never completely disappears even in winter, has disappeared without a trace.

Here, there is only the sound of the waves of the sea and the sky, again and again, again and again, eternally unchanged.

Even if all living beings are extinct and disappear, this voice will probably continue to repeat.

In this lonely world, there is only one person, a person wearing a thin long gown with a transparent ice sword by his side, looking at the sea lonely on the reef by the sea.

No creature can get close to where he is, because the cold air is constantly spreading from his body, and the sea area hundreds of meters around has been turned into a thick layer of ice, and the seemingly endless cold air is still there. It is constantly spreading in all directions.

All living beings, even the lowest level of insects, have sensed this terrifying power from their survival instincts, so those who can escape have long since fled.

Those who failed to escape completely turned into a part of this ice death zone, quietly stopping the flow of blood.

In the end, there was only the boundless sea that was still moving according to the tide as before, as if comforting the sword cultivator whose life had come to an end.

He has been unable to draw his sword.

This sword has accompanied him all his life, from becoming famous at a young age to challenging the geniuses of the world, and when he defeated almost all opponents that could be defeated, this sword has already resounded across the seas and mountains together with his name.

He is the youngest patriarch in the history of the family known as the number one sword cultivator in the seas and mountains, and also the most talented sword cultivator since the ancestor of the Supreme Heavenly Sword.

His sword can freeze all things and make the heaven, earth and sky tremble.

As soon as his ice lotus sword intent came out, even in the scorching summer, heavy snow would fall instantly, turning the world into pure white.

Spotless whiteness, meticulous whiteness, that is his sword, his way.

His sword must be perfect and without flaws, because only this kind of sword can bring such pure white, such pure and beautiful sword intent.

Binglian Sword Song is the perfect incarnation of this kind of sword intent.

Those pure, flawless, cold and pure ice lotuses are exactly the portrayal of his own swordsmanship.

Therefore, he is lonely, because Binglian Sword Song does not allow to be insulted, nor does it allow to be mixed with private thoughts.

Such a pure sword is originally the sword most qualified to prove the Dao. The Earth Immortal is not far away for him, and even the ultimate goal of breaking the void is not really out of reach.

He could see the end of that road, even approaching the threshold of the Earth Immortal.

He only needs to give him a little time and a little more knowledge, and he can become another Earth Immortal of the Xuanyuan family after their ancestors.

It's a pity that he doesn't have such time, such opportunity.

Because, today, he is going to die.

There is no room for salvation, even if Shen Nong is reincarnated, he cannot cure his incurable disease.

The curse that has penetrated into the bone marrow and even penetrated into the soul has swallowed all his vitality.

Since seven days ago, he has been unable to draw his sword, and can only sit here and wait for the arrival of the last moment.

The originally pure and flawless Ice Lotus Sword was losing its color little by little.

This sword was born for him and died with him, just like the leaves on a big tree. When his big tree lost its vitality, the beautiful leaves also withered.

This dead zone of thousands of miles was the harbinger of death, the proof that the sword energy in his body was out of control.

Unable to escape, not even qualified to close his eyes, this curse is walking towards the end with him.

The curse launched on the basis of his vitality will die with him.

"Boom!" A big wave broke at the edge of the ice sheet and turned into billions of water droplets, one of which fell on his face.

Such a scenario would have been absolutely impossible seven days ago.

With the body of ice lotus, he is inviolable, spotless, and insulated from all impurities in the world.

It will be splashed by water droplets, which means that his protective sword energy will also be eroded, completely dissipated, and cease to exist.

But in his eyes, there was no fear of imminent death at all, and even at this moment his eyes were more focused and pure than usual.

What did he see at this time?

Mei Xue, who watched this scene, was full of doubts. He could feel the sadness in this world, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of frustration from this person.

Death, after all, came in an unstoppable way.

"Ding!" At first, there was only an inaudible sound, and a very small gap appeared on the ice lotus sword inserted into the ground.

Then, the second and third gaps began to appear, and these gaps began to split and destroy the pure and flawless Ice Lotus Sword.

In just a few breaths, this world-renowned natal fairy sword, which is no less inferior to the peerless magic weapon, is already devastated, and people can't bear to look directly at it.

The sword intent of the Ice Lotus Sword represents a kind of perfection that cannot be tarnished, a spotless whiteness.

Such a dilapidated appearance is the last time of this peerless fairy sword, a memory of death that has never been seen by anyone.

Amidst the continuous sword cries, only an illusory shadow remained of the entire Binglian Sword, and its body was completely smashed to pieces and ceased to exist.

Even this illusory sword shadow is becoming weaker, the ice lotus sword that once could make mountains and rivers still, is now shaken even by a gust of wind.

The final moment has arrived, and Mei Xue, who saw this scene, understands better than anyone else that a legend is about to end.

This is a scene that disappeared in the history of the seas and mountains, the last scene of the peerless sword cultivator that the ghost headmaster said.

How would he meet that inevitable death?

Did he just die quietly like this, or did he strike the sword vigorously before dying, leaving eternal sword marks on the world?

Mei Xue didn't know the answer, so when he saw that smile, he was stunned for a moment.

"Binglian... is gone..." At the last moment of his life, the peerless swordsman leisurely stood up from the rock where he had sat for seven days and seven nights.

At this moment, the curse that had been devouring his life seemed to disappear, and the breath of death from everything in the world also disappeared.

Between the sky and the earth, only the lonely snow-like figure and the hand holding the last shadow of the Binglian Sword remained.

This hand was extremely pale because of the illness that had robbed all vitality, but when this hand held the Binglian Sword and Sword Shadow, that peerless sword repairer returned to the world.

That was the last bloom of the light of life, and that was the last sword in the life of this peerless sword repairman.

With this sword, he did not choose to freeze everything, even if it was easy for him.

He did not choose to break the sky with this sword, even though it can change the color of the situation and everyone knows it.

His last sword is a flower.

A silver-white flower that is extremely cold and beautiful.

The clear and transparent petals unfolded layer by layer, fully a hundred miles wide.

Where the petals covered, everything was dyed silvery white. Where the flower heart was, there were ice lotus swords one after another. Like its owner, it was lonely but not alone.

Because this loneliness is what he himself chose, and it is the way he himself implements.

This flower, the seas and mountains do not have its name.

Because this is not a flower that should appear in the world, this is a peerless inheritance of sword intent, this is a unique flower in this world.

"Binglian... This world is so beautiful..."

"Hello World……"

Like a newborn baby, like a child who doesn't know the world, Patriarch Xuanyuan smiled carefree after he finished walking with a brief but gorgeous sound.

His life was never wasted.

He did everything he wanted to do, he did everything he was supposed to do.

Even if death comes at this moment, he can puff up his chest and bid farewell to this beautiful world that gave birth to him.

That last smile was his relief to let go of everything and finish his life.

He has no regrets, and never regrets his life.

As the sun fell, this unique flower in the world turned into countless fragments like a bubble, and went to another world with its owner.

In that world, maybe he won't be so lonely, maybe he will have a different life, maybe everything can start all over again.

So, no regrets, no sorrow, this is his journey.

Life and death are not opposites, he just reached his end earlier, that's all.

"Take it." Like a whisper falling in the wind, when Mei Xue heard this voice, the bright sunshine and snowflakes fell together.

It was the last sword of the swordsman named Xuanyuan Luoxue, and also the last ice lotus, a gift for those who came after.