Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

Jun Bujian was born in ancient times.

At that time, there was no unified dynasty, and the laws were chaotic, full of myths, totems, tribes, and wars.

The parties fought, and power changed quickly.

The marriage of men and women seems to be a bargaining chip to consolidate tribal rule.

Its first producer was the famous forging master of the tribe. The man was very young and silent. He fell in love with the daughter of the tribe leader, and it was a rare joy. However, their tribe was defeated, and the other party named the leader's daughter by name, and they were forced to separate. Not long after, the woman died, under the tyranny of the other side.

The man wept blood and tears, and beat out its embryonic sword.

The man used it to slaughter the tribe and the enemy.

The man also died under its backlash.

It is the sword of love and the sword of magic.

Later, I don’t know how long it had passed. When it was in chaos, it was picked up, from the embryonic sword to the shape of a sword.

The second master is an adviser with a family and a country in mind. He pursues the rule of law. It follows him to the court, travels around the country with him, kills the fainted officials with him, and exiles thousands of miles with him. Its momentum is getting more and more prosperous. It was dubbed the name of the sword.

The admonisher also didn't live long. The king's suspicion made him physically and mentally exhausted, so in order to prove his innocence, he wore him and jumped into the turbulent river.

A piece of loyalty, martyrdom in the body.

Before his death, Jianchen named it Jun Bujian.

You don't see the corruption of the Jiuchi Roulin's family and country.

You don’t see the long stele of corpses everywhere.

The moment it sinks into the river, it transforms from a love sword into a magic sword.

When it is worn by the gentleman's side, it follows the gentleman's law, which is upright. When it is worn by the emperor, it follows the law of the emperor, and the law follows the words. And when it went out of the temple, entered the Buddhist altar, and followed the law of all living beings, it spread across the world.

It changes its own "law" with the owner.

Because it is a sword.

Just a sword.

It has no emotions, no belonging, only a place of origin, and no permanent home.

The joy, anger, sorrow, and joy expressed actually imitate the mood of the owner.

After tens of thousands of years, it has grown a lot, at least the emotions of human beings imitate more.

It will comfort them when the owner is down.

Jun Bujian hopes that each of its masters can live a long time, better than the life of a thousand-year king. The main reason is that each of its owners is self-willed. Before he died, he was buried. It either sank at the bottom of the river and watched fish for hundreds of years, or hid in the coffin and stared at the corpse insects.

The long waiting time makes it boring.

After rotating more than a dozen masters, Jun Bujian was once again buried in the mausoleum.

The one who pulled it out this time was a white-clothed boy with a ponytail and a cold face.

He is a little Taoist.

The little Taoist came from a place called Taijingmen, and according to his reputation and scale, he was a second-class sect. However, the little Taoist priest is extraordinary, his talent crushes a group of enchanting evildoers, soaring upward, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. Oh, by the way, the little Taoist also has a six-year-old junior sister who is still a stinky crying ghost.

You don’t see that every time he hears this guy cry, he can’t wait to dig up the ground and bury himself.

But it considers itself to be a mature sword, not as familiar with children.

It is difficult for the little Taoist priest to take care of her patiently.

Not only that, but the little Taoist also fell in love with the little sister.

In an earthly temple fair, under the marriage tree, the little Taoist played a make-up song to the little junior sister.

And what are you doing?

It is watching the ants move.

To be honest, it used to be a love sword, but it did not understand the feelings of men and women in this world. For another example, it is obviously a matter that can be reconciled with just one explanation. The two sides are stubborn and reserved, and no one will speak, lest they lose their dignity and face.

So, feelings are really too troublesome.

Now its sword master is also caught in this kind of thing.

Jun Bujian felt very bald, but it was just a sword, an accessory. Its duty was to swing the sword to kill the enemy, and could not control the private affairs of the sword owner. Fortunately, its owner is a character who can afford to let go. When the junior sister rejected him, he didn't get too entangled and continued to focus on his kendo.

It is very gratifying.

What's the point of a woman, it's better to ride the battlefield to a hearty.

The sword master first cultivated the Taijingmen's first law, the king law, the criminal law, and the law. One law destroys all evils and pushes the law to the extreme. Everything went well in the first place, but once, the sword master heard that his little junior sister was taken abducted by the evil cultivator and launched a slaughter in Langya Mansion. This is a very common thing, you don't see that you are used to killing, and he didn't care about it at all.

But it did not expect that the little junior sister was not deeply involved in the world, and she was afraid of the senior brother who protected her, perhaps even she herself did not realize it, avoiding the sword master for a long time, like avoiding a **** murderous madman.

The sword master began to worry and shaken his own "fa".

It didn't take long for the sword master to reform and forget the feelings because of the little junior sister.

You don't feel that he is "stupid" as a sword.

How long does it take for them to cultivate to this level? If you say don't do it, don't do it. If you start over again, then start over again. Can it be mad!

But Jun Bujian is just a sword, it is not qualified to point fingers at its owner.

With the transformation of the sword master's technique, Jun Bujian also had to remove the excessively heavy "fa", cleanse the sword's heart, and start all over again, experiencing the pain of renewal.

Because the process is too horrible, it is a little bit of a wait to see the younger sister.

In the thirty-six continents where geniuses were born, the qualifications of the little junior sister were just beginning, and the sword master was an eternally unique natural Taoist body, and the cultivation speeds of the two were very different. It could detect that the little junior sister held a respectful attitude towards the sword master. She was inferior, cowardly, sensitive, and quite strong. She didn't want to be compared by her seniors, and she didn't want others to mention her as Qin Xuesheng's junior.

She tried her best to get rid of the brother's halo, and her posture was even a bit hurtful.

Jun Bujian thought to himself, this awkward brother and sister must be out of play.

Unexpectedly, nine hundred years later, the two of them became involved again.

In Jue Ling Qiong Building, Jun Bu see "see" the woman again.

Because the apprentice Sangsang committed the crime, she was crying in the arms of the sword master.

It was floating beside the sword master, looking at her curiously.

The other party also found it, and blinked at it with his left eye.

Jun Bui was caught off guard and stunned.

This seems to be the first time that humans blinked at it.

Usually when it is out of its sheath, it is often accompanied by panic and flees. The world fears that it is a blood-drinking blade, and no one wants to get close to it with panic, fright, disgust, and fleeing.

She seems to be "delicious" a lot-it doesn't know if humans can describe it like that, but it does feel a rich fragrance.

It was also from this day that a fateful encounter, the younger sister and younger brother became acquainted with each other. They went to Jinluzhou together, passing by Liulidian, Yunwuling, Jingxinan and other places on the way. The younger sister was a little free and loose, occasionally He took off his shoes and socks and went to play by the stream. It followed the sword master, silently guarding not far away, watching the movement around it.

It caught a glimpse of the snowy ankle.

It began to remember her laughter.

Once on the way, the ground was full of thorns, and it didn't even think about it to open the way.

It thought it would get some kind of compliment.

But she said, "Brother, why have you become so considerate?"

She tugged at the sleeve of the sword master and acted like a baby.

She seems to have forgotten its existence.

Don't you think, maybe it shouldn't remember the first look, remember the eyes of the woman with lingering love.

It became restrained again, and meticulously performed its sword spirit duties.

It watched as the sword master lost control for her, killed the Sky-Swallowing Red Jiao, ruined the suit and put on her own robe. It watched the sword master flirt with her in Lingzi Xiaotianwaitian, carried a lantern on the street, and kissed her a stick of incense.

What kind of fairy taste is that?

Its sword heart sinks and floats under the glazed lights, and it can think of this in a wild way.

No matter when and where, it always plays the role of a bystander, witnessing the lovers from meeting each other and knowing each other, from falling in love to staying together.

They are going well and everything will come naturally.

The Dao Lian's ceremony was held soon, and it was the bride it personally picked up. You haven't seen the world, and have seen countless marriages, but this one is far from it, so he cares. Xiangdi poured a piece of red sand on the forehead for the bride, adding a bewildering charm under the attire, making it thrilling for no reason.

This feels too outrageous, making it difficult to verify.

Xianzhizhou has tools for expelling evil spirits. In layman's terms, it is to let their respective magic tools compete and win prizes.

Basically, it ends.

But that day, it seemed to be a little dizzy, fought with the Frightening Sword in the dark, ruining her four Qiong Buildings.

"I won't marry anymore!"

She was carrying her happy clothes and lost her temper. It actually had a secret thought-then don't marry it!

This idea came quickly, and went quickly, you still took her to Taijue Mountain.

After a long time, Jun Bujian became more and more human, and it understood this emotion, called ugly jealousy.

It is jealous that the sword master has a skin close to her.

It was jealous that the sword master got her.

Especially in the Immortal Pagoda of the Supreme Profound Group, it witnessed the whole process in astonishment.

She was like the fairy mentioned in the drama, seductive, and it didn't look like it just with a tear and a gasp.

It was so uncomfortable the first time.

Uncomfortable. She laughed and cried in the arms of the man.

It greedily wants to be "him".

The human "him", the male "him", the husband's "him", and the "him" she can rely on.

So... Is it closer to her?

The vicissitudes of life, the star is moving, it is waiting for this opportunity.

"You may be a bit cold lying in the snow. I want to pick you up and take you to a warm room."

This was the first word it said to her after being "he".

There is actually the second half of this sentence—"Go to the house, I will hold you and keep you warm."

Every sword spirit has no gender. That's because gender is prone to weakness. If it is a male sword spirit, it is easy to be seduced by female demons. On the contrary, the weapon should not have a shred of handle.

But it turned into a young man without hesitation.

She said that she likes teenagers with canine teeth, and he grew two white canine teeth.

The moment I picked her up, the dim window paper seemed to shine into the sun, hot and riotous, and it was about to be pierced at any time.

But the time to really break through was three years later, when Dangjun did not see his former master again.

From the moment Qin Xuesheng's cultivation base disappeared, their fetters were also lifted at the same time, and Jun Buxian became the sword of no master. He didn't look for the new owner immediately, but stayed by her weak side, and from time to time, he acted as an intermediary, using Qin Xuesheng's things on her body to warm and nourish the meridians and increase lifespan.

He panicked inexplicably.

Qin Xuesheng's affection is deep, will she change her mind again? Will you leave him?

Will he look at them again and prove the world?

Could it be that this story, he can only be a sideline, shadowy supporting role?

That night, he lost control and actively pierced through that layer of window paper, pouring out all his enthusiasm. He just wants her, desperately possesses her, he wants her to see his only existence.

From ancient times to the present, Jun Buxian has changed his four identities, the sword of love, the sword of magic, the sword of magic, and the sword of forgetfulness. On this noisy night of mist, under her touch, he turned into a sword of love again.

It's like a reincarnation.

Since the time of its birth, the sword has been a dangerous thing.

When he was intimacy with her, he deliberately curbed his raging, cruel, violent, and cold-hearted, hiding the blood-stained throat, as others said, he was a little man who would hurt others.

He is always upset, will he hurt her?

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Parrot Island, they made a lot of bamboo lanterns and tied them to long slender bamboo poles.

The yard is littered with bright lights and shadows.

She stood in the mottled shadow of the lamp, like a gentle old dream.

That's not true.

He desperately wants a place.

Don’t see you tie the bamboo poles with cloth strips, fix the place, and pretend to shout inadvertently, "Miss, the cloth strips seem to be insufficient, you can get some more."

She gave a sharp cry, pulled one out of the bamboo basket, and handed it to him.

The woman's black hairpin was holding his newly bought Zhu Chai, looking up at him, her clear eyes shining with waves and reflecting him.

Jun Bujian suddenly wanted to kiss her.

He twisted his legs around the pillar, bent his waist down, and kissed the woman's lips in a strange twisted posture.

She was so shocked that she screamed vaguely, "Will I go to your old waist?"

Jun Buxian used his physical practice to prove that his waist will not break.

Swords, weapons, ruthless things, the master kills, and he finally fell in love.

When the moonlight spreads on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the yard is as cool as water at night. The bamboo lanterns hang high everywhere, occasionally swaying with a squeaky and squeaky sound.

She was sleepy again lying on his chest.

The young man shook the green bead in his ear, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "A hundred years later, I will die for your burial."

This time, it was a real burial.

He would fold in half, guard the coffin, forever, staying asleep with her.

Never teach her to be lonely.

"...What palm? I don't eat duck feet... asshole, I want to eat duck necks..."

"Okay, buy it early tomorrow."

Sword Spirit seldom answered her with a good temper.

With three thousand lights tonight, he was the last sheath of his girl.

Since then, I have not been a human weapon.

When you are the most gentle lover next to your pillow.