The deserted Yunmeng Palace became lively again.

On the contrary, there was no one around the swordsman.

"Master Swordsman, after all, you are the disciple of the Palace Master. The Palace Master wants to take over the Zhou Mountain world, so please continue to serve." A divine master advised.

This person, when Wu Shi had not shown great strength, had persuaded the swordsmen to imprison Wu Shi and even kill him.

Now, it's the other way around.

Things are unpredictable and times change.

This time, the swordsman was alone.

"Master Swordsman, put down your sword. Palace Master Yunmeng still thinks of the relationship between master and disciple."

"You are still the sharpest sword in the hands of the Palace Master."

Facing these voices, the swordsman remained indifferent.

He has not seen his master since Forget Zhou Shan Duan, and Wu Shi did not come to see him either.

Just like the last time, he cooked a meal for a hundred thousand years for his master, but he never went to see her again.

It's like being angry.

Or...

The swordsman turned a deaf ear to the sounds from the outside world.

"Become stronger and be kind, sister."

He murmured, the sword in his hand was like flowing fire and like flying snow.

Kindness...kindness...

Why does Master do this?

This was the second time that he had real doubts in his mind since receiving this unparalleled talent in swordsmanship.

The first time I asked, what is jealousy? This time, I asked, what is Master?

He doesn't understand.

He didn't want to see Yunmeng Mountain crack and endless lives die in vain.

All of this... was caused by Master.

Why...would she do this?

His doubts came to an abrupt end three years later.

The broken body fell in the palace, it was Yujiao's body.

His sister, one of his three anchors, died.

He died in Wu Shi's hands.

His heart felt as if he was lost.

I don’t know if it’s because of my sister’s death or because my master killed my sister.

…

The top of Yunmeng Mountain, which had not snowed for a long time, started snowing again.

Falling with the snowflakes were also pear blossoms.

Yunmeng Mountain is broken, but Yunmeng Palace is still intact.

The nine thousand nine hundred steps are covered in silver.

On the top of the mountain, a woman dressed in red fur was rubbing the stove with her hand, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"When it snowed in Yunmeng Mountain, I knew...it was you who came."

Under the nine thousand nine hundred steps, the swordsman raised his head and looked at this most familiar woman.

His eyes were as calm and indifferent as ever.

He doesn't understand Master or Wu Shi.

Just as there are so many steps between him and Wu Shi, he cannot probe Wu Shi's heart, and Wu Shi seems unable to enter his heart.

"You shouldn't say...Master, do I need an explanation?" Wu Shi smiled.

"Master, you shouldn't have broken the Wangzhou Mountain, you shouldn't have caused the death of hundreds of millions of creatures, and you shouldn't have killed your sister." The swordsman raised his head and looked at the cold woman on the steps.

She stood so high, as if she were in the clouds.

"Sometimes, death is not the end, maybe..."

"Life is the most painful thing."

"I kill them to help them escape from suffering."

Wu Shi said calmly.

At this moment, she really had the unique temperament of a world-destroying demon.

It seems that the only relief for all living beings in this world is suffering and death.

She is doing good deeds and pulling people out of suffering.

The swordsman said nothing and just looked at his master.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xuexia was tired. After a short rest, snow fell all over my shoulders, and the world turned white.

"Master, are you still waiting for that sword?" the swordsman asked.

Wu Shi's smile is as charming as a peach blossom and as pale as a pear blossom.

"yes."

"I wonder if my disciple's sword can replace that sword!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword came out like snow.
Chapter completed!