Hello, Yan Chaobai

"If someone bullies you, what will you do?"

"Cang Yun is fighting, why not be afraid, it's just killing to stop killing!"

Bu Yu smiled and shook his head.

"Isn't it right?" Yan Chaobai asked.

"There is no such thing as right or wrong in Jianghu, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit." Bu Yu said, "It's just that what you said to him is the same, I'm a little surprised."

Yan Chaobai clenched his fist slightly.

The 14-year-old Cang Yun has bright eyes and a heroic spirit. When he said this, his eyes were filled with a huge world, and he didn't hide his disdain: "Even if you can't fight, you will never back down!"

"However, his answers can't always be consistent." Bu Yu said, "What he promised can't always be fulfilled to me."

That year, in Cangyun, Bu Yu met his youngest apprentice again.

"Aren't you getting up?" Bu Yu waved his pen.

"No master." The sharp needle pierced the acupuncture point and brought a gentle breath to repair the broken meridians. Cang Yun stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, but it was in vain. Blood dripped from his messy hair and slid across Eyes dripping in the snow.

"I don't want to wake up."

"Aren't you going to fight back?" Bu Yu asked.

Cang Yun's eyes looking at the sky slowly turned back and glanced at a person not far away.

Then Bu Yu saw the brilliance in his eyes dimming little by little, as if the desolation of everything in winter gradually lost its color, and the unscrupulous and wanton lust in the boy's eyes fell apart in the next instant , into nothingness.

"Master, even if someone reaches out, I don't think I have the strength to reach it."

Yan Chaobai rushed to the end of the bridge, a small boat with a black awning had already gone far, and there were two people standing and sitting at the stern of the boat, all with their backs.

Yan Chaobai opened his mouth, and Chizhan rushed to his side and grabbed the boatman: "Is there still a boat?"

"That's the last one," said the boatman.

"Damn it!" Chizhan stomped his feet angrily.

"Master, are those two people your old friends?" On the boat, Potu Qilang naturally saw the two people on the shore and asked.

"...Not familiar." Cang Yun was silent for a moment, and replied like this.

"You are really cruel, Master." Potu Qilang said quietly, "One person is infatuated, and the others are all inconspicuous existences?"

"Not really."

"Then what if he comes back?"

Cang Yun raised his head and glanced at him, his tone still indifferent: "The story can be kept, man, I don't want it anymore."

He spoke briskly, but unfortunately, as Bu Yu said, his answers were never consistent.

Sometimes, even the exact opposite.

"What do you do if someone bullies you?"

"Just accept your fate."