Ten years of life and death are in vain.

Don't think about it.

Unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if we meet, we will not recognize each other, and our faces will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.

When I came to the night, I suddenly returned home.

Small window.

Dressing up.

Looking at each other in silence, only tears flow thousands of times.

It is expected that the heartbreaking place every year is in the bright moonlit night, and the pine hills are short.

There are always people who remember what happened in the past, and there are also people who remember the once glory and the unfair courage of ten thousand men who are guarding the siege. Even if they can be buried by loess, how much can the loess be submerged in an era of word of mouth?

Leng Xiaobai, who settled in Yangzhou City, was not moving. He would worship on the North Mountain and in Qingjing Temple during festivals. The old beggars who were buried in the north and the old Taoist priests who had no bones left.

"It is my luck to meet a few seniors in my life. If I hadn't had a few seniors, I wouldn't have been today."

Leng Xiaobai has always thanked three people in his heart. Bai Wuren, who raised him, and the old beggar he mentioned, have always been very respectful in his heart. Even if he is dead, he is still thinking about himself. The path he arranged for himself seems to be a lot of constraints on himself. If it weren't for his personality, he wouldn't have taken the path he arranged.

The old Taoist priest had only half a month's fate with him. Even if it was half a month's fate, this was the only person Leng Xiaobai met with whom he was related to. The old Taoist priest left this world, and he was the only one left. Fortunately, none of the cannibal customs fell on him, making him not much different from a normal person.

Behind him were the ones who accompanied him to pay tribute. The old man liked to sit quietly in the Chaoyang Pavilion at home. When he felt bored, he could watch his grandchildren running around and not think they were so noisy.

Ten years of life and death are vague, and many things can happen in ten years. It can allow a person who doesn’t know a big word to grow into a famous name, and can also allow a swordsman’s name to be passed on from the world. It can also allow a person with a miserable life to become a determined person with a family and a family...

Five years later, Leng Xiaobai became famous in the world. Another five years later, Leng Xiaobai's heart began to become much calmer, and face was still needed. When you want face, the people around you and your own lives must be kept in your own hands.

"I envy you for saying let go if you say let go. I can't do it. I have to struggle in crowded places to feel that I am still a living person. Fortunately, you are still here. When I think about you, I can also see you anytime and anywhere."

Fang Yan’s information website was not made with blows. On the third day after Leng Xiaobai disappeared, he found Leng Xiaobai in Longyin Valley.

What Leng Xiaobai wanted was to fade out of the world, not to isolate himself from the world, so he chose his new home in Dongdong Village, west of Longyin Valley, where more than 100 families were here, and Leng Xiaobai was considered a wealthy family when he came here.

Leng Xiaobai's news was no longer preserved. The old man got the news from somewhere. He also came here in a ox cart and built a private school next to Leng Xiaobai's new home. With both soft and hard work, Leng Xiaobai still sent Leng Qianye to his hands.

"Everyone has his own way to go. Since he has made a choice, there is no need to waste too much time because of some irrelevant things. Even if he has done something, it will be useless in the end."

The two were talking outside, and Yan Xia walked out of the room with a sword.

When the gray wolf saw Leng Xiaobai last time he met Fang Yan, he used it for himself to defend himself. The Zhanlu sword is a symbol and is not suitable for fighting. However, the gray wolf saw it different. He was cast out to kill people.

The gray wolf who doesn't kill people will see that it is a useless broken sword.

"You should take this sword back. It's useless to me. The people I want to deal with are not good with just a sword. It's better to put them there, as it's convenient for us."

Fang Yan took the gray wolf and saw that he could not feel the spirituality he had in the sword. He wanted to bend his hand, but Leng Xiaobai stopped him.

"No need to try it. Just like you see, this sword is now just an ordinary sword. Not to mention posing a threat to people, even killing chickens and pigs has become a problem."

Leng Xiaobai explained that he did not say why this sword became like this now. Some of the things that were not suitable for mentioning. What happened at the mass grave was only a few people who came out of it. Leng Xiaobai was lucky to be one of them. In addition to him, Chongjiu and Fan Liu also came out, and General Cao was missing.

Tai'an Ruo and the seven people he wanted to save were all retaliated by the white sword. The white sword turned into a white light and disappeared into the sky, and no trace was found again.

"A defunct sword? When will it be unsheathed again?"

Fang Yan asked with something in his words.

"Since it's ruined, how could it be unsheathed again? It's a shame that there has never been this sword."

Leng Xiaobai was talking outside the door, and at this time, Leng Qianye ran out of the room, pulled the corner of Leng Xiaobai's clothes, and said very well.

"Dad, mom calls you back for dinner."

Leng Xiaobai's gentle smile does not have much ability to influence people, but his eyes when looking at Leng Qianye are full of pampering.

"The family is still waiting, so I won't go to send you there. If you have the chance, let's have tea and listen to the song together."

Leng Xiaobai did not invite Fang Yan, held Leng Qianye in his arms with both hands, turned around and returned to the yard. The door was closed automatically without wind, and could be vaguely seen from the crack of the door that Leng Xiaobai really put this matter down.

Since you have chosen to let go, there is no more to get entangled. If you keep breaking down, you will suffer from chaos.

"You really let go, but can Jianghu let you go? I'm afraid you don't know much blood from your hands, let alone they will choose to forgive you. Not to mention that few enemies they have formed are easy to untie."

Fang Yan was not disappointed because Leng Xiaobai left the world. On the contrary, he hoped that he could live a stable life. He knew that he could only deal with them in the world in this life, and that all his abilities and abilities were involved in dealing with them. Leng Xiaobai was different from him. He was a person who traveled around the world and could choose to quit.

When Fang Yan left, the old man walked over a small path on the other side. Although Leng Qianye would go to a private school every once in a while, he always wanted to get close to his grandson, and he would run here from time to time to have a meal.

The old man had met Fang Yan several times and knew that the friendship between him and Leng Xiaobai was not simple. They had a life-long friendship, and no one could let go of each other.

"Since you have chosen to live in two places, don't have too much contact. Even if you want to contact each other, don't bring those outside habits here, which will easily make people feel bored."

The old man has been a scholar since he was young, and now he is also an old scholar. The one he looks so smart are those who seem to be smart. No matter what he does, they cannot do without fists and weapons.
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