Hello, Yan Chaobai

Valley of the Wicked.

A young man in black walked alone, the wind and sand filled the air, and the flute whimpered. He raised his eyes occasionally, and his eyes were as dull as this barren land.

He believed in justice, but not in himself.

On the top of Gaefeng Castle, with its back facing the deep valley, the man stopped playing and said with a smile, "Why did you become my villain?"

"It's just difficult to distinguish between good and evil." Yan Chaobai said.

The concentric lock hung on his chest with a slight warmth, but the boy's eyes were as cold as a knife.Those two were once loyal members of the Haoqi League, but once Cang Yun sealed his sword and abandoned the battle, as far as he was concerned, he would be upright from now on, and he didn't care if he didn't defend it.

"For the Valley of the Wicked, it doesn't matter if you're alone." Yan Chaobai saluted Wang Yifeng with a smile, "I don't have anything to protect."

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, but freedom is only me!"

The Mo knife is still there, and the wind and snow have passed its sharp blade for several years. Now only a dark tail handle is exposed, and a red tassel at the end of the handle is flying in the wind in the frost.

"Ding..." The crisp bell sound faintly broke through the wind barrier.

Cang Yun walked in front of the old saber, the wind stopped, the red tassel fell, and the two bells tied to the tassel slapped a shallow hole in the snow.

Concentric bell.

I still remember his delight when he conjured up a string of silver bells tied together.

Fast-forward for many years, the world remains the same, the rivers and lakes remain the same, but we are the only ones who have changed.

Cang Yun stretched out his hand, as if wanting to untie the string of bells, the somewhat frayed buckles were still fastened extremely tight—he was never good at tying knots, and he never thought that there would be a moment when they would be untied.

Dead knot.

Suzuna is in a knot, and so is her heart.

Cang Yun sighed, got up and came to the water's edge.

The shield at the bottom of the lake lost all its dazzling luster, only a slight gleam appeared when the sun occasionally passed by, and there was no fluctuation for a moment.

The lifelike horse-slashing ghost face was frozen in the damp soil, without any vitality.

Cang Yun lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while.Right and wrong in the world, what to protect and what to defend, has nothing to do with me.

"Brother, I took the things away." The visitor greeted briskly, reached out and pulled out the long knife that had been dusty for many years. He walked into the water with the knife in hand, and raised the knife with one hand to pick up the shield.

Cang Yun nodded invisibly, turned around, and left.

The back is as lonely as the wind and snow.

He walked heavily, passing them briskly.

That year, he was still standing under the moon in Chengdu, admiring the arrogance of chivalrous scholars and laughing at the cowardice of ordinary people.It was an era when the swords were brave and the heart was fierce, and the twelve sects competed for excellence, each leading the way.

In a blink of an eye, he was submerged in the endless snowfall of Feng Gu Ba Dao, and he was never seen again.