Zhaoxuejian

What the world sees as good and evil is just an illusory boundary. I only see the frost and snow on the edge of your sword, reflecting your innocent heart. Even if people in the world slander you, fear you, and misunderstand you, I still firmly believe that you will always be the most passionate swordsman! Five years ago, on an autumn night in Baiyan, the whole family of the Shen family, the best swordsman in the world, was massacred, leaving only the youngest son Shen Li alive. There are rumors in the world that he has turned into a life-seeking Rakshasa, and countless souls have died under his sword. A letter led Shen Li to Lanyue Pavilion—— Lu Chen, a disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect, wrote in a letter that there were clues to the annihilation of the sect, but when Shen Li arrived, he was already a cold corpse. The fatal sword was clearly the swordsmanship of the Shen family. The darkness is like a tide, and the cold light of the long sword suddenly appears. That man conspired with the Taixu Sword Sect, but rescued him at the critical moment of life and death. His name was Xiao Jin, and he was the young master of the Juedao Sect. * "Help!" Xiao Jin slapped the rock wall, and the gravel fell. There was silence outside the cave for a long time, and suddenly a broken bamboo tube was passed through the hole as big as the mouth of the bowl. When he grabbed the bamboo tube, he touched the opponent's fingers, which were as cold as jade in a deep pool. They were a pair of hands with clear joints, fair skin, and thin calluses on the fingertips and palms, as if they often held swords. People outside just give away things, never speak, and rarely even make a sound. Xiao Jin gnawed on the bun and said, "Mute?" The shadow outside the rock crevice paused for a moment, then left after eating. * As the candlelight flickered, I could see that Shen Li's eyelashes were slightly wet, casting a slight shadow under his eyes. The eyes that were always cold were now gleaming with water, and the thin redness at the ends of the eyes had not completely faded away. Even the usual light lip color has not completely recovered, and it still has a bit of lusty color that has not faded... If someone looked at him like this, he would probably cause countless troubles. He subconsciously gathered Shen Li's slightly scattered clothes, but his fingertips accidentally touched the sweaty collarbone, and he immediately retracted it as if he was burned. "Your sister..." Xiao Jin's Adam's apple twitched slightly and his heart beat like a pounding. "But I am well aware of the dangers of the world..." * "Xiao Jin, since you insist on doing this -" Shen Li flicked his wrist, "I will end you here today!" This sharp shout was not only an ultimatum to Xiao Jin, but also an attempt to cut off his last hesitation. The cold light cracks the sky, like a shooting star piercing the eternal night. The moment the knife was unsheathed, it was still a moment too slow. The cold sword tip pierced the skin, releasing a drop of blood, but it suddenly stagnated when it penetrated deeply - the Shen family's sword never hesitated. After all, I still couldn't kill him... * Xiao Jin's exclamation almost tore the air: "Shen Li! Why is it so hot?!" Wherever he looked, half of Shen Li's robe was soaked with blood, and the dazzling red color made him instantly confused. He subconsciously grabbed Shen Li's wrist, but unexpectedly touched the injury on the other's shoulder. Shen Li's face suddenly distorted, and cold sweat rolled down his pale cheeks. "Let... Let go..." Shen Li's voice was broken, accompanied by irregular and violent breathing. Just as he was about to break free, the pain in his heart made him lose his strength, and the broken sword fell to the ground with a clang. Intention: Those who hold the blade are trapped in hatred, and those who release the blade overcome themselves.