In his life, Xie Guanlan had guarded the snow of Kunlun Mountain, guarded the rules of Taixu Sword Sect, and finally guarded an empty mountain.
In Lu Fuyao's life, he had grasped the lightness of the wind in lifting the sword, the enthusiasm of youth, and finally the belated frost.
They are brothers from the same sect, they are the "Canghai Fu" who can combine swords together, and they are the immortal partners envied by everyone in the Taixu Sword Sect.
They are also the people who most want to forget and the most unforgettable people in each other's lives.
That rainy night in Heishui, Xie Guanlan blocked 70% of the evil energy for Lu Fuyao, and his meridians were all broken.
In the Discipline Hall that year, Ling Hao knelt in the hall and said, "At least someone is willing to block that blow for you."
That year, in front of the Sword Washing Waterfall, two sword lights intertwined with green ink. At a glance, I thought they would be side by side for the rest of their lives.
Later——
One is sitting on a high platform, respected by thousands of people. His sword is named "Yuan Ting" and it will never be taken out of its sheath.
A man wanders far away from home, walking alone with a sword on his back. The sword is named "Fengju" and there is no return date.
The arena is still the same arena.
But no one dared to carve words on Xie Guanlan's sword anymore.
No one would lie next to Lu Fuyao and eat fruit while he practiced swordplay.
"When a young man travels, he knows no worries. When he looks back, the rivers and lakes are not like a young man's travels."
Concept: The deepest protection in the world often wears the cloak of silence; and the most painful misunderstandings often occur between people who know each other best.
