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On the shore of the cape, I first met the Hongluan Feng who was chased by the Demon Sect. Jian En's sword stabbed into the body of the master of the Demon Sect, and he saved the Hongluan.

Hongluan transformed into a pretty and delicate woman, and since then, she has been following Jian En in a swaying manner.

"My name is Hongluan, what are your name?"

"entropy!"

"Do you have only one word in your name? Do you have no last name?"

"Sword Entropy."

"Sword injured? Are you injured? Your sword is so powerful, how did the master of the Demon Sect hurt you?"

During the time when Kunlun Mountain was studying for his master, Jian En's ears were very quiet.

In the mountains with misty spiritual energy, except for the gurgling streams, there are only the sound of spiritual birds that occasionally sing in the mountains. Even if the wisdom is not enough, he can calm down and seek the sword.

He really couldn't get used to the third kind of annoying sound in his ears, although the sound was very lively and nice.

Jian En is a person who never refuses people thousands of miles away on weekdays.

But that day, he drew his sword in annoyance and looked at him: "This sword can eliminate demons, and naturally it can also subdue demons. It is best for the people of the demon clan to stay away from this sword."

The demon clan girl Hongluan did not leave.

She sniffed, crossed her hands behind her, and then muttered her little mouth silently, following Jian En.

From the North Sea to the south, from the prosperous and vast sky to the broken world of the West, whether it is to kill demons or to save innocent people who died, or to listen to the rain and enjoy the snow and wind and waves to watch the meteors, and travel around the world with a blue shirt and sword.

Millions of miles, from then on, this endless sound lingers in Jian En's ears, echoing endlessly for millions of miles.

Habits are a terrible thing.

Time and distance have made Jian En, who traveled around the world and honed his heart, gradually got used to Hongluan's company.

He began to discover the beauty of Hongluan.

A crack began to appear in his tenacious heart. The buds known as feelings sprouted in that crack. The buds thrive quietly under the nourishment of wind, rain, clouds and snow. Finally, they grew completely in their hearts and could no longer be able to

eradicate.

So Jian Eneng and Hongluan entrust each other to their lives.

No matter how long the journey is, there will be a day when it is over. What is missing in this world is to stay together regardless of their appearance.

Because no matter whether you are born or entered into the world, you will never escape the word "world".

Return to the mountain, return to the world, and return to the world, those who want to leave cannot be kept, and those who want to stay cannot be driven away.

Jian En was summoned back to Jian Pavilion by his master, and before leaving, they made a promise that they would not violate.

There are people waiting at the foot of the mountain.

...

The senior brother Jian En, who returned to Jian Pavilion, finally met his long-lost junior brother. The two who were like brothers had not seen each other for a few years and had a long talk all night.

"Senior Brother Jian En, Master said you met someone at the foot of the mountain?"

"Yes, someone who is enough to destroy my heart, but my senior brother cannot leave."

"What kind of person is that?"

"she……"

That night, Jian En did not talk about that person, but recalled every little thing that she was with her during her travels.

Jian Han, who was free and unrestrained on the mountain, listened to the interesting stories at the foot of the mountain and the person mentioned by the senior brother, began to develop a little yearning for life at the foot of the mountain.

Jian Hwan is a gust of wind.

When he wants to brush across the mountains, he will not linger in the lake, and when he wants to blow away the flowing clouds, he will not block the clouds and block the moon.

He left a letter, and on the morning of the second day after his senior brother Jian En returned, he went down the mountain alone with his sword in his hand.

He deeply recorded the places he had traveled all the way in his heart. He wanted to find and experience the little things in his story with his own hands. Imagine that he was the senior brother who was ordered by his master to go down the mountain to experience the cold, cold, and cold, and joy, and sorrow, and happiness, and sorrow.

He transformed into sword entropy and raised his sword to Kunlun.

He found the shore of the cape.

On the shore of the cape, Jian Han saw a green phoenix wandering around the cape and wandering around the end of the earth, as if looking for something.

He held the sword in his chest and asked the green phoenix with a smile: "Hey, what are you looking for?"

The blue phoenix that was wandering around the cape said she had not looked for anything, she was waiting for someone.

However, no one can find the shores of the cape in the extreme north for many years, and there is no one to wait for anyone. Under Jian Han's persuasion, the green phoenix flew to the south.

Jian Han lifts the sword and follows the wind.

He saw the green phoenix turning into a human form, which was a graceful and charming woman.

The woman's name is Qingluan.

The moment Jian Han saw the woman, he knew that he had found the man who was enough to destroy his Taoist heart but was willing.

So he began to make her laugh.

Jian Han is different from his senior brother Jian En. Although he has learned the great success of Jiandao in Kunlun Mountain and has long developed a transcendent and transcendent mind, he can travel through the world of the world and he is completely a scoundrel.

In order to please Qingluan, who is often cold and sad, Jian Han used his ability to break ten thousand armors with his sword, played a clown in the street, and played swords in the street, and told fortunes to tell fortunes and misfortunes. In short, there are many skills.

I experienced the experiences of the farmers, woodcutters, farming, reading, chess, calligraphy and paintings, and finally, I was very surprised to make the taciturn Qingluan laugh.

That smile was like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, and the world was eclipsed.

Qingluan said she had waited for that person.

Jian Han, who is arrogant and unruly in the world, is the destined person.

Jian Han brought Qingluan back to the mountain.

He wanted his senior brother and his master to preside over his lifelong affairs.

Jian En, who received the news of his junior brother returning to the mountain early in the morning, got out of the pass in advance and was waiting on the way to climb the mountain.

He saw the radiant junior brother from afar, the woman with the ten fingers of Jian Han.

The smiling senior brother gradually stiffened his expression.

"Senior Brother Jian En!" Jian Han let go of Qingluan's hand and hugged Jian En enthusiastically.

"Junior brother, long time no see." Jian En smiled unnaturally.

"Where is Master?"

"It's almost out of seclusion."

"Qingluan, let's go to see Master."

Jian Han pulled Qingluan and climbed up the steps.

Jian En stood silently at the foot of the mountain, looking at the couple's backs that were gradually moving away, feeling a sense of pain.

He followed up the mountain silently.

...

At the peak of Kunlun where clouds are scattered, Jian Han, the prodigal son, knelt behind the ancestor of Jiange with Qingluan, praying for success.

Jian En was still standing behind him and silent.

For the ancestor of Jiange, whether it is his senior brother Jian En or his junior brother Jian Han, they are all descendants of the sword art he carefully cultivated.

He would not allow anyone to destroy his disciple's heart of swordsmanship.

Especially Jian Han, who was the one he chose to take over Jian Pavilion in the future.

He absolutely did not agree to Jian Han's begging, and in his wrath, he wanted to cut the bewitching demon Qingluan under the sword.

"Master! If you insist on killing Qingluan, please take your disciple's life together." Jian Han knelt on the top of Kunlun, holding the Nanxian sword that he had been wearing with him for many years in his hands, begging for death

.

The ancestor of Jiange finally didn't do anything: "Forget it! Forget it... You two are leaving the mountain, and you are not allowed to step on me in Kunlun!"

Jian En watched Jian Han kneel behind the master's sect and leave the mountain with Qingluan.

From beginning to end, Qingluan's eyes never stayed on him for a moment.

Thinking of the sword contest before going down the mountain, Jian Han pretended to give in and lost half a move, so Jian En, who went down the mountain to experience victory, shook his head mockingly: "It seems that I am not as good as my junior brother after all!"

Entropy, who was ashamed to death, took over the position of the leader of the Jiange Pavilion.

...

That year, there were two disciples from Jiange.

Entropy is the sword, and enthalpy is the love.

(PS: I thought about this story for two days. I originally wanted to write more ink, but I was worried that the length was too long. After a few thoughts, I decided to use less than two chapters to describe it. Generally speaking, I was quite satisfied.

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