Su Baiyi closed his eyes and returned to that night of that year.
It had just rained that day, so the weather was a little chilly. The aroma of food wafted through the village. Uncle Chen walked back to the courtyard with wine in his hand. Aunt Qian was cooking fish soup in the house. It should have been an ordinary and peaceful night. But in the end, Uncle Chen used the sword to kill both of them, piercing his own body and his opponent's body at the same time. Aunt Qian, who had taken him on the run for a day and a night, stayed behind to cover the retreat. After halfway through the run, he turned back to look for Aunt Qian, only to find that Aunt Qian's body had been cut in half.
Su Han was the best in the world back then, the most famous person in the entire martial arts world, and Su Baiyi's biological father. However, how he died did not cause much of a stir in Su Baiyi's heart. After all, in Su Baiyi's heart, it was just a name, a code name for his father. But Uncle Chen and Aunt Qian were the ones who raised him, the real "parents" who lived with him day and night. The scene of their killing had been recalled in his mind countless times over the years. Even though Su Baiyi had grown into a gentle and elegant person under the training of Xie Kanhua, he still felt murderous intent when he thought of those scenes.
"That's right." Su Suomo reached out and gently tapped Su Baiyi on the head, "There is no absolute goodness, and there is no absolute evil."
Su Baiyi opened his eyes and asked, "What about you, sir?"
"As for me," Su Suomo said meaningfully, "I no longer have any sense of good or evil in my heart, because all the people I love are dead, and all the people I hate are dead. This world has nothing to do with me anymore."
"Then may I ask sir, what should I do now?" Su Baiyi was still full of confusion.
"Good and evil are worldly matters, but you chose to come to a place far away from the mundane world." Su Suomo stretched out a finger and lightly touched Su Baiyi's forehead. A wisp of true energy flowed from his hand into Su Baiyi's body. "How about this, you jump off this cliff."
"Ah?" Su Baiyi was stunned.
"I will lend you this internal force. One day, when you can fly against the wind with a long sword like the illusion you saw in the book, I will teach you the real Tian Ning sword technique. How about it?" Su Sumo smiled faintly.
Su Baiyi walked to the edge of the cliff, looked down, and swallowed: "This..."
"Don't be afraid. If you really fall, I will come down to save you." Su Suomo patted Su Baiyi's shoulder. "Of course, if you are afraid, why not come and play chess with me? After all, it took me many years to reverse this long wind."
"Disciple Su Baiyi is willing to give it a try." Su Baiyi nodded.
"Okay, let's start today." After Su Sumo finished speaking, he walked past Su Baiyi.
Su Baiyi was stunned: "Mountain Master, didn't you say that if I couldn't come up, you would come to save me? Why did you leave?"
"Don't worry, I will let you die in Kunlun Mountain?" Su Suomo waved his hand, "Don't worry, just try it!"
After Su Sumo left, Su Baiyi stood alone on the edge of the cliff. He waved the Junyu Sword in his hand, took out the sword scroll from his arms, and opened it again.
Perhaps because he was already standing on the edge of the Kunlun Mountains this time, he did not feel dizzy with the change of scene. He saw the white-haired and white-clothed swordsman appear in front of him, as if he really existed. The swordsman swung his sword lightly, stirring up a pile of snow particles, and Su Baiyi hurriedly blocked his eyes with his hands.
Then the voice took a few steps forward and finally jumped into the cliff.
Because it was not the first time that Su Baiyi had seen this scene, he was no longer shocked at the beginning. He began to observe the swordsman's movements carefully. He saw huge snow blocks falling from above one after another, while the white-haired swordsman was suspended in the air, swinging his sword wildly. His figure was all over the cliff. Finally, the white-haired swordsman suddenly held the sword with both hands, swung it heavily downwards, and then flew into the air...
Su Baiyi closed the sword scroll and thought: Forget it, it's impossible to succeed in one try, let's give it a try. Then he gritted his teeth, rushed with the sword, and plunged into the cliff. Just from this start, he didn't look as carefree as the white-clothed swordsman, but just like a person who wanted to jump off the cliff to die.
Su Suomo, who had already sat down in Yuxu Palace, shook his head gently: “It’s unfortunate for the Su family, and he is another fool.”
Su Baiyi fell off a cliff. The cool breeze blowing in his face almost suffocated him. He tried hard to imagine the appearance of the white-haired swordsman and swung his sword wildly, but the fine snow particles made it impossible for him to open his eyes. Not only did this sword dance make his body stagnate in the air, he couldn't even keep a simple balance, and his whole body twisted and fell straight down.
"Help... Help." But just a moment later, Su Baiyi immediately yelled, "Mountain Master, help me."
"Alas." Su Sumo shook his head and waved his hand towards the door. A long sword immediately flew out from behind him.
On the cliff, Su Baiyi's body was still falling: "Help, help! I'm dying! I still have to go see my sister!" But no matter how he shouted, Su Suomo showed no intention of appearing. In the end, he could only close his eyes and try to calm himself down. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do
After a moment of calm, Su Baiyi let out a long sigh.
I can only die...
At this moment, a long sword flew from nowhere and pierced through his collar, pinning him to the cliff. Su Baiyi's hands trembled slightly, and his whole body swayed against the cliff: "I'm saved." Then he raised his head and looked upward, falling into despair again: "Then how should I get up?"
Only a cry of an eagle was heard from above, and a pure white snow eagle flew down from above and finally landed beside Su Baiyi.
"Eagle?" Su Baiyi was stunned.
The Snow Eagle didn't seem to like this name. It screamed at Su Baiyi and then circled around him.
"Could it be that this Eagle Brother is coming to rescue me?" Su Baiyi suddenly realized, and immediately put the Junyu Sword on his waist, then held the Snow Eagle's claws with one hand, and then pulled out the long sword that flew from nowhere. The Snow Eagle screamed again, and then took Su Baiyi upwards.
"Oh my!" Su Baiyi faced the strong wind in the valley. This time he no longer felt pain, but instead felt a kind of happiness of surviving a calamity. He let out a long howl towards the sky, but saw the Snow Eagle lowered its head and glared at him fiercely.