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Part 1: Aragami Chapter 74: Repair my fighting sword and wear the same clothes as my son [End]

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    "Xinghe." Another call, crisp and sweet, with just a touch of sadness, suddenly rang in Xinghe's ears. Xinghe's hand that was carving the name on the petrified sword of the future paused. He remembered this voice.  , this voice is Qiannan.  But Xinghe didn¡¯t look back.  Xingchen¡¯s eyes were a little complicated. He knew that Xinghe had been complaining about him, complaining that he could not be a pure and great person, like Hong Renyi, like the three generations of Lu Lords, who lived up to the heavens and the common people.  Now Xinghe is going to take a road that he once gave up halfway through. The end of that road is death.  What he couldn't do, Xinghe wanted to do. This feeling made him feel happy and sad at the same time.  Xinghe is still too young and doesn¡¯t know what this path actually means. He doesn¡¯t know that he is so great that he wants to protect all living beings in the world and he is so selfish that he only wants to protect one person. In fact, in the end, there is no difference.  Xingchen admits that he is not a pure and great person. He is selfish and selfish. Even if he stood up and took the sword with his own body, he just wanted to protect his wife, nothing more.  That's why he didn't hesitate to let go after the third generation appeared, and left the position of the master of the cottage to the third generation. He thought that he didn't feel sorry for others at all, but it was a pity that Xinghe could not forgive him.  he.  Thinking of this, Xingchen let out a long sigh. He respected Xinghe's way and his choice, but he couldn't just watch Xinghe die. He could see that path more clearly than anyone else.  ??Whether it was Hong Renyi or the Three Generations, they all believed that the Future Sword was the only hope to protect all sentient beings in the world. However, after Xingchen dedicated himself to the sword, he knew clearly that the future and that hope were never in their hands.  ¡°At least the future sword is definitely not under their control.  What's more.  People nowadays have forgotten, so how can he not remember that the future sword is Lin Huang's sword.  The Future Sword, which protects all sentient beings and embodies the last hope of all heavens and worlds, carries the future, whether it is the future of all sentient beings or the future of Lin Huang, he knows in his heart.  Even with his cultivation as the Great Sage of the Four Transformations, he cannot completely control the Future Sword.  If there were no tricks in the future sword, how could he believe it?  Of course, Xingchen admitted that this was the reason why he was unwilling to dedicate his life to the Future Sword. In the end, he still couldn't be that pure and noble. He didn't want to protect the world, he just wanted to protect the people he wanted to protect.  , his wife, and his son. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Until now, it seems that he still can't do it, because his son has finally chosen the path that he has not finished.  Xingchen let out another long sigh.  Stretching out his hand, "Xinghe, how can your life just begin? Just choose to end it. Let me go. Let me do it." Xingchen made up his mind. He came today, if he can't stop Xinghe.  Then I would sacrifice my life for him. This must be the best choice, but I can no longer accompany my wife in the future.  Thinking of this, Xingchen turned to look at his wife, gently shook her hand, and stood up, "Xinghe, go and meet your life. Let me finish what I have not finished." Xinghe  He didn't look back, but his fingers were trembling. He knew that when Xingchen made such a choice, he was definitely not so great that he wanted to protect all sentient beings in the sky, he just wanted to protect him.  This feeling made Xinghe a little sad and a little moved. His father could not be great, but at least he was so selfish that he wanted to cry.  Qiannan looked at all this in confusion. She didn't know what it all meant, but when Xingchen found her, she realized what Xinghe was carrying, and what the guardians of Shenjian Mountain were also carrying.  She was proud of Xinghe's choice, but she couldn't help but want to scold Xinghe. As a living being, she admired great people like Xinghe and Sandai. Because of their sacrifice, they protected countless living beings, but as a woman, a  The woman who liked Xinghe could not accept the person she loved no matter what. From then on, she devoted herself to the sword and gave up her life for the sake of all living beings.  But what can be done?  Someone has to sacrifice, right?  In this era, these tragedies will always reincarnate. Maybe there is a woman like her who once had the same mood as her, but could only watch the third generation forgetting his name and becoming the third generation.  Even if the galaxy is gone, there will be another person walking up to the petrified sword, branding his name, forgetting his surname from then on, not letting down the heavens, not letting down the common people, just letting this life down, letting her down.  .  Thinking of this, Qiannan's tears couldn't help but fall down. She saw Xingchen step forward, and she wanted to replace Xinghe with her own body, so as not to let Xinghe become the fourth generation, forget her own name from now on, and bear the hopes of the heavens.  Qiannan's eyes crossed Xingchen's wife, and she suddenly felt that maybe she wasn't the one who suffered the most.?The person who feels the most uncomfortable must be Xingchen's wife and Xinghe's mother. One of the two most important men in her life must make a choice today, enter the Sword House, and give up his name from now on.  Qiannan sighed softly, suddenly laughed, and stretched out his hand to stop Xingchen. The pear blossoms were raining, but he smiled proudly and so amazingly, "Let him make his choice, okay." Xingchen was stunned and stunned.  Looking at Qiannan, he has never forgotten to pay attention to Xinghe. He clearly knew that these two young people were in love, but he did not expect that Qiannan would say such words. Shouldn't loving someone be selfish to the end?  "If you love him, you must respect his choice." Qiannan murmured in a low voice, turned to look at the third-generation master of the cottage, and bowed gently, "Master of the cottage, I want to become a mountain guard, is that okay?".  The third-generation hut master sighed, "Cultivation of my war sword, and I will share the same robe with you. If you are willing, just stay in the sacred mountain." Qiannan nodded, stopped talking, walked slowly to the mountain guards, and quietly  Jing looked at Xinghe's back without saying a word. Yingying bowed and didn't raise her head for a long time.  She knew that when she raised her head, the person she liked finally made the choice he wanted to make, and he did not let down the common people but only you.  Xingchen was speechless, but retracted his hand feebly, staring blankly at Xinghe's blood-stained fingertips, marking the last stroke on the petrified sword.  In an instant, the sword light surged up, broke through the sky, stood tall in the sky, and dimmed the stars. Xinghe groaned in pain, and his whole body became much older in an instant. Half of his energy and spirit were taken away by the Future Sword. From then on.  After that, he and Mirai Sword were connected.  I will dedicate myself to the sword and dedicate my life to the sword of the future to seek a future and hope for all sentient beings.  Sad, the mountain guard of Shenjian Mountain shouted, "Cultivation of my sword, and I will wear the same robe as you." Then a group of people slowly bowed down, Xingchen's eyes were complicated, and he looked at Xinghe's back quietly, knowing that he  My son finally grew up.  Boom boom boom!  The petrified sword of the future buzzed instantly, and bright sword lights swam like dragons and poured into Xinghe's body. Xinghe's whole body convulsed, and a little blood spilled out from his body. When the sword light came out with blood,  When Xinghe's body wandered out and fell into the petrified Future Sword again, Xinghe had already lost a lot of weight.  But the whole person carries an extremely sharp edge, like a sharp sword. It rises sharply and points directly at the sky. He slowly turns around. Xinghe's hair is dyed white inch by inch. It is a sign of energy consumption.  If it is too large, even half of the life span will be taken away.  His eyes became deep, Xinghe slowly turned around, his eyes were like swords, without too many emotional fluctuations, he looked at the stars, nodded gently, looked at his mother, nodded slightly, and then looked at the third generation, lightly  He lowered his head lightly, looked at the many mountain guards, and lowered his head lightly.  Finally, his eyes fell on Qiannan. A trace of pity and sadness flashed in Xinghe's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He turned a blind eye and slowly stretched out his hand.  "Cultivation of my war sword, and the same robe as yours! Welcome the fourth generation of the master of the house!" All the mountain guards shouted and bowed to the galaxy again.  Qiannan stood among the mountain guards. This time, she did not bow down, but just looked at the galaxy quietly, with the words "Cultivation of my fighting sword, and the same robe as my son" echoing in her ears.  Qiannan couldn't help but feel sad, and then slowly bowed down. Since we can't be together, then we should stay in the Divine Sword Mountain and be a mountain guard. Guard this mountain, guard this sword, and even more, guard this mountain.  People who love you should keep the name in their hearts and keep the fate that is out of reach.  It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is not that I am in the temple and you are in the abyss.  It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is that I am standing in front of you, but you don¡¯t know that I love you.  It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is that I am standing here and you are here.  You love me and I love you, but we can never be together.  "Cultivation of my fighting sword, and the same robe as yours." Qiannan murmured in a low voice, tears slowly moistened her eyes. She thought in her heart, since this is the result, at least she can stay by his side and recite the sentence "Cultivation of me"  Fight with swords and share the same robe with your son.  It¡¯s a pity that the days of those colleagues will never happen again.  Qiannan buried her head deeply, letting the tears surge and flood her like a mountain.  Xinghe's eyes were a little hollow, and he could even hear the sound of Qiannan's tears falling, but he did nothing or said anything. He just nodded to everyone, then turned around numbly, and walked into Jianlu step by step.  Among them, the back figure suddenly looked so great that it was almost desolate.  The stars will grow longer??Sighed, gently wiped the tears from his wife's eyes, watched Xinghe walk into Jianlu step by step, and whispered: "This time, we are not leaving. We are not going anywhere, guarding this mountain, guarding him  ." Xingchen's wife nodded, and then couldn't help but shed tears.  (To be continued)
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