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Sorrows and joys of the road curse

<td class=\Juan leaves floating city.
as a swordsman, I insisted that more should haunt the streets of the more bleak, so the appearance will be at least closer to identity. In fact, my teacher only taught me a trick sword. He said: \.
but I ended up dead in the master others, under a move that I was eight years old.

That I witnessed the contest. In the snow filled winter, the wind whistling sound of the woods master skirt flapping in the wind, it was the most dashing swordsman I've ever seen. Many years later, during the snow day I went to the woods would somehow fall asleep, but that it is not the master that way. His sword is in the air, gently draw the two, Jian Qi around the body will form a barrier, snow falling in touch the moment turned into a vapor barrier.
while his opponent was a woman of startling beauty appearance. Her eyes were cold, eyes like a snow-covered swamp. When her sword pierce the time barrier, the master of the sword has been parked in her neck, just a little Push, will be able to cut her throat. She seems aware of this, but any tricks have been futile, and only close your eyes waiting for death. However, when she opened her eyes when the sword master had recovered, he was only the woman said: \block, which expected a turn blade pierce her master's chest. I saw blood spewing out of the master, Xue Wu carried by the wind, the snow around his dyed red. Then, the teacher actually smiled and said: \Mo to leave, I never could understand why she wanted to kill my master, but do not understand why she died in the days of my master to his grave frequently, facing the tombstone daze. Her hair is white a month after the death of my master, which is incompatible with her beautiful face, a lot of people saw her scared and fled in panic. And she was looking calm, as if it is only the expression of fear exists in another world.
I can not accept this, because people fear the inevitable coverage of the eyes always to me, they hide in the narrow back door or wall cracked whisper. Allow them to escape the fear, and curiosity will make them close. Mo bother her on the civilian population from the usually ruthless, no one has to not be away from her too close, otherwise the risk of life out there. Until one day, we live on the Juan City.
Prior to this,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I have traveled to MO with more than half from the Central Plains. We are always rushing from one city to rush to another city, Wherever he went from small to stay a while, this little outlay of I-year-old after walking all the young time. During this period, Mo and I speak from very little, and she and I have said is not even her and said to himself more,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and she has very little to himself. Where all she has with me, simply because when I entrusted dying master. I have often thought that if she is a person, the Central Plains may have been even she has traveled the Western Regions.
we walk in vain, as some strange animal instinct, almost without any pain of separation,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because we have not, and who has been together.
to Juan city, is already the eighth autumn. Unlike the North Central Plains of the fall, but they are not desolate bleak, no matter how full of leaves and the wind the whole city, will still be coming and going of pedestrians, people here seem keen to go out in this season, like most of their style swordsman.

as a swordsman, I insisted that more should haunt the streets of the more bleak.
When we came to an inn, the MO from the suddenly stopped, her sword hand slightly twitch. At this point, suddenly flew out of the inn, second floor, a man, or rather throw out a person. With muffled bang, the man fell heavily to the ground, surging in the blood flow from his forehead, after a few convulsions no longer move. The street began to scream, flee, and her only from behind Mo I stay put and wait for developments.
things behind the inn on the second floor and jumped out to a man, I was surprised to find that people who had the master, and his countenance was like when young. Then he walked beside the body of the man with a finger probe breath, since the words: \very low, but it is half a month to her first words I heard. But no one answered, she had cried again: \Eight years ago, has died from the sword in Mozambique, I am afraid his body and now has become the bone. Flanagan leaned over his breath with a pointing his finger and said: \But he looks really like that look of excitement from Mo, I have never seen such a face she has. At this point, some big guy coming out of the inn door, they hand knife, aggressive and roared: \
\Only drank half a bowl of tea time, big guy we all fell. The presence of all the people cheering onlookers.
but the man no one cent of gratitude, he compiled a messy clothes turn around and go. Mo from following them.
the next few days, Mo, have been following this looks like from the master, while I follow the Mo from. Many a time I saw Mo from the expression is no longer as cold as before, which is reflected in her always maintain a certain distance to follow a man behind. In fact, better than the street
follow, even if you follow the person in the street itself.
and pseudo-master in the city seems to have no fixed residence, because we are just a few days hanging out in the Juan City, the night comes, go to the inn the night. Several times he came to tell us not to follow him, and he told us very seriously, he is a swordsman. At that time, I suddenly found his brow Jieao like most of the master.
Do not care about him from nature's warning, she just pinned him as a certain emotional objects. I never understand the feelings of this woman, she is a strange almost sick people.

fourth day, the pseudo-master would get up early in the morning, carrying his luggage out of the inn. When he was out of the inn door, I do not know why we are looking back a bit and then walked in diameter toward the gate.
us to follow him out of the Juan City, and into the forest outside the city. Line to a big tree, he suddenly stopped. Just then, suddenly from the four shrubs from a gang of masked men emerge, probably dozens. One of them kneeling on one leg in front of the pseudo-master, bow, said: \Chung, masked men came from all directions,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], one by one from Mo parry. There are several people fighting in the towel drop, I know one of them is the day of the siege \
fact, even in twice as many people may not be Mo from rivals, so much for a martial arts group of masked men have all lost out under the array. Mo from the Road: \
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\thorn over. Mo Crane apparently did not expect the wind from the powers above him away again, he thought a \Now the group of masked men in disorder down the side, and he would drop after three or four strokes under the wind. Mo sword from his throat repeatedly in a place right close, you can often times be under the thorn, and that the sword seems to deliberately pause to let him have the opportunity to escape. Mo
but in the end or stop the sword from the crane in the wind, throat, Cape Wind will not escape this time, but Tingjian Mo from the stabbing, in total disregard of his own point.
At this point, Mo recovery from the sudden sword, and stab her sword still line the chest. Eight years ago this scene with snowflakes flying when the forest as the master of the sword. I found Mo's face gradually thrown from the smile, the past eight years she had never laughed before, this is the first time, that laughter is the only time I've ever seen.
Then she slowly fell, the blood along the rapid spread of the skirt of her white, like the slowly blooming roses glamorous.

Crane ordered the wind outside the city to find a piece of the Juan cemetery on the good, the grand scenery but buried the Mo from the entire funeral to no longer popular popular. For him, it is the only way to reduce the inner sense of guilt. He said to me, did not think Mo would be canonical signed off, or else can only die out. In fact, he did not know, even die of strokes of his brilliant technique and then to Mozambique from the martial arts can still be easily avoided. She was just looking for an outlet, over the years she has been looking for export.
no one knows, the Empress Dowager and my mentor women who have had the story of how she was killed eight years ago, my teacher, but peacefully after eight years death of another person in the seemingly master sword. For eight years she took me to walk around aimlessly, like the fall leaves floating around Juan city, and only when it is falling into the soil to rest.
the fall,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I often stood in the crowd surging Juan city streets, to see many familiar faces from my side rushed through, head of the falling leaves with impunity. And I end looking like a wandering soul.

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