[Thunderbolt] By asking why the world came

, but never let go.

After a while, hurried footsteps came from outside the gatehouse. The high priest who had something urgent to report knocked on the door of the Son of the Sun, but there was no response. In desperation, he pushed the door and entered. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he could feel a thick bloody smell. The smell is pungent, and in the quiet breath, there is a steady breathing sound, which is actually the child of the sun who has not slept in the past few days and rarely sleeps on the edge of the bed...

I'm afraid I'm very tired, right?In the past, the identity of the son of the rebels was treated and valued so much by the son of the sun. The high priest felt sad for the sky, but he was surprised and sighed.

Not knowing what to do, the high priest weighed it over and over again, and finally turned around and left.

"High Priest, what's the matter?"

Suddenly, the voice of Son of the Sun came from behind him. Although the voice was as quiet as before, it could be heard a little weak.

Surprised by Son of the Sun's shallow sleep, but also without delay, the high priest hesitated, and said:

"Son of the Sun, the problem of anesthesia in martial arts is gradually expanding, and most people in the clan are also infected. The situation is very pessimistic..."

"Well, go down! I'll check right away."

"Yes."

In a blink of an eye, despite being blind, the high priest could still feel the Xuanying, who was born less than a month old but was always on the move, coming out of the door, leaving only bloodstains that couldn't be dealt with, and unconsciousness. wake up person.

The smell of blood still stimulates the sense of smell, like the cold fragrance of blood.Those who are aware of it are still sad, but those who are not aware of it can only be unheard.

That's... If you know or don't know, if you think about it or don't think about it, the feeling will be there, neither coming nor going.No one can erase it.

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☆、Chapter [-]: Twin lotuses

The first chapter three parallel pedicles double lotus

In the middle of the night, the night sky was chilly, the shadows of the trees were slanting, and the insects were chirping.The moonlight is like a blanket, adding a soft tone to the earth.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the high priest approached the Son of the Sun's room, knocked several times, got the answer, and pushed the door open.

"Son of the Sun, the dead body that was infected with the evil god's poison just now, and all possible infected personnel have been dealt with."

The voice of the high priest trembled a little. Dozens of lives were mentioned in one sentence, which seemed so humble.

That's what happened just late at night.

On the outskirts of the sun-blind people, a femme fatale suddenly invaded, using both charm and poison, the poison of the evil god killed all the people defending around in an instant.

Fortunately, the Son of the Sun showed up in time, subdued the femme fatale, and even cast poison instead, demanding to find out the instigator behind it.

However, the shadowless and tasteless poison of the evil god has spread out, and no one knows the extent of the impact and how many people will be killed.

The Son of the Sun ordered: all infected corpses should be burned, and all suspected infected persons should be culled.

The high priest trembled slightly, and led the order to go. She told the people who were about to be culled that in order to prevent the spread of the poisonous epidemic, this was the decision of the Son of the Sun.

There was no dissatisfaction among the people, and they were willing to sacrifice for the sake of the sun-blind people.

"En." At this moment, Chiba Legend only responded, bent over to give the needle to the unconscious sky, without raising his head:

"Those ethnic groups with anesthesia?"

"The infected have been quarantined."

"Well, well done, step back!" After finishing the acupuncture, Legend of Chiba got up and washed his hands, the high priest was going to step back as ordered.

Suddenly, the voice of Son of the Sun came from behind, making the high priest tremble——

"High Priest, I understand your concerns. But you just need to understand that this is my decision."

The high priest hurriedly turned around: "I dare not—"

Qianye Legend shook his head slightly, and didn't mean to blame, he just thought it should be like this.

The high priest was startled, and slowly stepped back.

Apart from obedience, she really didn't want to know the Son of the Sun's thoughts. The sun-blind people would respect him, protect him, and would die for the Son of the Sun.

However, those who are enlightened will also be awed by the extremely calm judgment of the Son of the Sun.

She left the attic room slowly, feeling extremely troubled.

After dismissing the high priest, Legend of Qianye couldn't help thinking about the situation with his hands behind his back.

The problem of anesthesia really added to his mind and disrupted his plans, from the majority to the sky, no one was spared.

However, the sun-blind people have always lacked a real strong man, and the strong man...

That gaze couldn't help but return to the eternal sky on the bed.

Sky still hasn't woken up.Although there is no danger of his life after crossing the blood yesterday, it is not a long-term solution to continue his life only by acupuncture.

He is confident and determined to find a solution for him.However, if this person does not change his personality, he will never be able to exert his due strength.

This man's heart is like his tortuous sword moves.

This sword is too complicated.

But he chose this man.

Because once lost, it is unforgettable.

Looking at it, Legend of Qianye changed his mind, got up and walked out of the room.

The curved water outside the room is clear, and there is a pool of lotus flowers, and the bright moonlight shines on the lotus petals, revealing a fine porcelain-like color.In the middle of the night, the firefly dances and dances around the pond full of lotus flowers, like waves reflecting the sky and moving.

Approaching the lotus pond, Legend of Qianye stared at the pond full of lotus flowers as usual, with clear eyes.The sound of worms singing in the dark came from the ear, which made the loneliness even more prominent.

He looked at Lian, thinking about it.

The lotus is a special plant. When the lotus flower blooms, the fruit is there, which represents the cycle of birth and death, and the relationship between cause and effect.

Therefore, this pond of lotus has been with him since he was born, blooming every night, floating in the water proudly.

But no one knows that when he appreciates the lotus, he thinks about the lotus more often.

He can see many things clearly, but only this lotus, which is both causal and fruitful, he sees flowers like a fog.

Although he was born in the lotus, he called himself Legend of Chiba.

Maybe there are many obstacles, just because of that person, the person most admired by the blind people in the past - Qingxiang Bailiansu is really true.

Many people have said to him that his resemblance is true, is it related to it?

He always smiled back and denied it lightly.

Maybe he also has that trace of confusion in his heart, but he just wants to keep that doubt alone.

God has given man many choices, and he does not have only one choice.

Through the rich collection of books of the Japanese blind people, he is no stranger to Su Zhenzhen.

More once, a man named Fulong described Su Huan's tea art in front of him.That moving narrative made him curious.

Fu Longyan: Su Huan's real tea tastes bitter, but he can feel the taste in his heart; it is completely different from his perfect tea art.

At that time, he kept this curiosity in his heart and pondered.

It is even more certain that the ten-thousand-character document and Liyan are not as good as seeing them in person.

Why talk too much with others?Right and wrong, riddles and answers, the clear is self-evident, and only that side is owed.

It is said that the martial arts world is currently busy with Su Zhenzhen's resurrection...

Thinking of this, Legend of Qianye couldn't help but move slightly, if he could meet with Su Zhenzhen for a while, it would fulfill the most longed-for expectation in his heart at present.

However, the current problem of desensitization still needs to be solved, and the sky and the people can't wait.

Qianye Legend has a clear mind and has already made up his mind. If he dares to provoke the sun-blind people, how can he make that guy feel better?

In today's martial arts, after the battle of Xuehai, the division of power can be said to be temporarily calm, and the sudden anesthesia disturbs the people, it must not be dominated by people who are willing to be ordinary.

It's not hard to guess that if you can identify the messenger of the evil god poison master who came to the sun-blind people before, you won't be far away...

Just as Chiba Legend was thinking, suddenly, there was a slight movement in the airflow in the air, and a silver light struck straight from the front of his eyes!Legend of Qianye leaned back slightly, dodging the sudden attack!

"The way you greet is always so special." Looking at the attacker lightly, Legend of Qianye was not upset, the beaded tassel on his forehead swayed gently with the night wind, showing his calmness even more.

For Yin Jue, Legend of Chiba is very patient.One, the death of the saint is his unshirkable responsibility, and there is no need for him to disappear; two, the outspoken Yin Jue is the only one among the sun-blind people who dares to question him.He is not a narrow-minded person, if he can speak straight, it is not a bad thing.

"This is a test of whether you are always on guard!" Yin Jue snorted coldly, put away the rope in his hand, and said angrily:

"You still have the nerve to be here, the people in the clan are suffering from anesthesia, why don't you solve it?"

"Anesthesia is not a simple illness, but a technique. Isolating the patient is the best way."

"You always have a reason to make excuses for yourself." Yin Jue Meixie's eyes were full of intense staring, with three points of disdain:

"Dear Son of the Sun, since you are the hope of the sun-blind people, if you cannot be saved, I will kill you!"

After saying that, a letter shot out from her hand:

"Someone sent a letter just now, asking you to watch it. If it wasn't for that person's repeated begging, I really don't want to send a letter for you!"

Qianye Legend accepted the letter in response, glanced at it, but there was a meaningful smile on his lips.

Lian...he really has a lot to do with Lian.

He finally found that person—the legendary figure who had been curious about him since he was born.

He raised his head, and the sun wheel in his hand was shining silver-blue light in the night, which was extremely dazzling:

"Qianye believes that you will not be able to kill me this time!"

The confident voice was still floating in the air, but the figure had already disappeared into the night, Yin Jue was slightly stunned for a rare moment, and became curious.

***

"You guys only have one chance!"

The huge black shadow in front of me is like a ghost, holding a huge scythe, carrying an aura similar to that of anesthesia, and it is more powerful.

Legend of Chiba never thought that the evil body of the four levels that caused the anesthesia is actually so illusory and ugly. It seems that the god of death plays in the world, and even the way it is played is not out of evil. But the devil is afraid of life, so it's scary?Thinking about it, I couldn't help but bring some playful smiles.

"It's the god of death, pay attention!" The person who made the sound, the lotus crown and the golden hairpin, with a fairy appearance, is exactly—the fragrance of the white lotus is really real.

Looking at the strength condensed by the power of the god of death, Qianye Legend showed no fear, and after giving a glance to his partner beside him, his clothes turned over, and the Tianxiao sword in his hand immediately split out. In an instant, the two turned around at the same time Flying and battling, raising Yunyuan Gong, and the moment the two swords collide, the world seems to be filled with an endless stream of power!

The huge prehistoric power in the accident shot out from the tip of the sword, which was beyond Shuanglian's expectation, and the two couldn't help but blinked in surprise,

In a tacit understanding, they urge each other's skills again, and in a moment, the breath, the inner essence attract each other, and the twins complement each other, recreating the ancient chaotic power!

The two swords depend on the sky, and the chaos begins.Without turning around, the space seems to have undergone a change, leaving behind the world.

Yin and yang, black and white, light and darkness, birth and death, existence and non-existence, life and death, closely integrated, powerful and vast, like the universe, bursting with power at the tip of the sword, the brilliance exploded, only heard After the tragic wailing.The phantoms of the four gates of the god of death shattered immediately!

With the power of the god of death disintegrating suddenly, the gloomy world disintegrated in an instant, and the magical dissolving power spread in all directions in an instant, silently rescuing the disasters of the common people.

Shuanglianxin sensed it, and sheathed the sword at the same time, looking around, this dense and powerful chaotic power actually changed the surrounding scenery, which was greater than what I expected...

When he turned around, his eyes met.Facing the friends who cooperated with each other when they met for the first time, Su really was calm and polite:

"Thank you Chiba-san for your help this time."

"It's easy to say," Chiba Legend said calmly and happily, "Since the four barriers have been broken, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to appreciate Suzhen's tea art?"

Hearing this, Su Zhenzhen smiled slightly: "Why not? Sir please."

***

With the destruction of the four gates, the miraculous dispelling power rushed in all directions, and Wan Gu Chang Kong, who had been sleeping in the wing room for many days, finally woke up leisurely.

Maybe it's because he hasn't woken up for a long time. When he opened his eyes, the sky could only feel the world spinning. At the moment when he was trying to figure out where he was, an old voice came from outside the door:

"Sky, you're finally awake."

"High Priest, what happened?"

As soon as he saw the high priest, Chang Kong immediately realized that he had returned to the sun-blind tribe, and even was lying in the wing of the Son of the Sun, so he couldn't help being dazed for a while.

Subconsciously thinking about it, he finally returned to Zhongyi Village that day, saw Su Ling, the only remaining friend, and then left after being notified by his clansmen for some reason, but he did not expect that when he left and returned, Su Ling had already left. Brutally killed!

He was full of grief, and he couldn't get back what he had lost; he didn't know why the kind-hearted Su Ling suddenly suffered such misfortune. In a rage, he searched for the murderer all the way, but was blocked by Ye Xiaochai, a mad swordsman and idiot, and then... lost his memory .

Even though it was like a dream in retrospect, it still hurts in my heart.

Once again, right in front of his eyes, he still couldn't protect the person he wanted to protect.

"Let me tell you what happened these days!"

The high priest looked at the seemingly complicated sky, even if he didn't know why his emotions were fluctuating, facing him, he would always feel guilty.

Every time I think about the past, I remember it in my heart, whether it is for the saint or him, everyone is a victim. However, what is the benefit of pursuing the past?It just adds to the sadness and embarrassment.The high priest let out a long sigh, returned to reality, and said:

"At that time, you fought fiercely with Ye Xiaochai, and your life was at stake. It was the Son of the Sun who rescued you and brought you back to the sun-blind tribe."

It's him again?Chang Kong's heart moved, and he remained silent.

"Do you know how much the Son of the Sun has spent on you?" The high priest's voice trembled a little.Maybe those things, the son of the sun thinks they are worthwhile, but in the eyes of others, they are special.

Changkong looked up at the high priest's wrinkled face and shook his head.

What does it matter to him whether he knows it or not?Just like facing the high priest, even if there are only fragments left in the past, now, he who has returned to the sun-blind tribe still has to face her.

As for Son of the Sun...

Changkong stared at the morning sun outside the paper window, those indifferent eyes were depressed and lonely.

Every time I think of this person, I can't express my thoughts.

The Son of the Sun is undoubtedly extremely intelligent.The calculations and layouts one after another brought light to the sun-blind people.

But I never understood him, and he seemed to only care about being used by him.

So, knowing each other or not doesn't seem to be that important.

"It should be for you to understand." In the ear, the high priest stepped up in the room, the crutch leaning on the ground, one sound, one sound, which was very clear in the quiet atmosphere, and continued: "That day, because you and Ye Xiaochai Fighting to the point of coma, he lost a lot of blood, his life was in danger, and he was in a coma for dozens of days. It coincided with the outbreak of anesthesia in the family, and the son of the sun was at his wits' end. In order to save you, he had to exchange his own blood for your life. If it weren't for him , you have already died again.”

When the words fell, Chang Kong couldn't believe it: "You... what did you say?"

The high priest did not reply, but stopped:

"Sky, do you still remember the creed of the sunblind people?"

"Remember." Even though he was the son of a traitor in the past, Chang Kong never forgot.All along, he was also at a loss, looking for whether he could return to the day of the sun-blind people, even though the sun-blind people had abandoned him.

After all, returning to the sun-blind clan is an unbreakable hope in his blood, and because of the peach blossoms, it doesn't matter if he goes all the way...

He bowed his head, his voice was low and depressed:

"The creed of the sunblind people is unity and fearlessness of sacrifice."

"The birth of the Son of the Sun is something our people have worked so hard to look forward to. His meaning to the sun-blind people is far greater than that of everyone in the family."

The high priest said without hesitation, and couldn't help thinking of the past days when the moon was full and the moon was waning, counting down the days of longing for the light: "In the past, the spiritual calculations of the past dynasties exhausted a hundred years of effort to find the black lotus in the demon pool. In order to let the sun The son of the sun was born, and the last precious blood of our five orifices was used to create blood for the black lotus and change the heart, coupled with many sacrifices and prayers such as the unicorn jade, the son of the sun finally came for our clan, bringing the night clan back to the light."

A few words of understatement can't explain the heartache.Because, in order to let the son of the sun be born, the sun-blind people have only one belief: at any cost.

The high priest continued: "In the past, you should understand how much wronged the Japanese blind people suffered under the oppression of the Japanese people and how miserable their lives were. Now, in order to stand in the light, the Japanese blind people have intervened in the martial arts. Today In the clan, only your sword is unmatched. You who returned to the sun-blind clan are the help of the son of the sun... and the help of everyone." At this point, she hesitated to speak.

Chang Kong listened, and turned his head away silently, not knowing whether it was regret or confusion.

Life is so realistic, if he doesn't grow up, he will be abandoned eventually, right?

But these are unbearable burdens for him.

The Son of the Sun is kind to him, but he can't bear this kind of affection.

Beside the bed, there is a lotus flower in ink, which is full of blooming, as if looking forward to it, looking at it from the sky for a moment, I still don't know what the ink lotus is really looking forward to?

He looked at Mo Lian and asked, "Where is Son of the Sun now?"

"The spies reported just now that Son of the Sun and Su really teamed up to break the four barriers, so that the anesthesia can be eliminated. Maybe I will come back soon, you might as well cultivate first." As for Chang Kong, it was difficult for her to face each other for a long time. After a pause, he still said, "Oh, that's all I have to say, please go ahead!"

After the high priest finished speaking, he immediately walked out of the room. As old as she was, she also knew that many things had been said, but it was only a fact, and the regrets that had been created could not be restored.

With the sound of the door being closed, Chang Kong turned his gaze back to his side, seeing the brand new Creation Sword beside him glowing brightly, he couldn't help reaching out and touching it lightly.

This sword, before the battle of Xuehai, had been wiped again and again by him, and the blade was as new as before; and looking down at his hands, the pulsation of blood seemed to be audible; even his name and identity were reborn... …

That was given to him by the Son of the Sun.

He never thought that when he chose to give up on himself, there would be someone in the world who would not give up on himself, moreover, someone he could not resist and disobey.

Is it luck or misfortune that the former son of a traitor can get this chance?

Blood relationship, commitment, kindness, hatred, worrying about gains and losses, after a series of blows in a short period of time, Changkong felt extremely confused and just wanted to let go of everything.

He couldn't help stepping down to the bed, took up the sword of creation, and stepped out the door.

He suddenly wanted to see this home that had been abandoned for a long time. After all, this was his home. At least the familiar scenery could bring peace to those who lost it.

I remember that year, on the outskirts of the sun-blind people's domain, there was a dreamland, where the most beautiful memories of his life were buried.

After all, no matter how humble the status is, there was once the most desired comfort.

The most unbearable and precious memories are all here, he once had them.

His footsteps unconsciously stepped towards the barren mountain and ancient land, which was the place he wanted to visit when he was young.

In that place, the heroic souls and martyrs of the sun-blind tribe are buried, and there may be traces of the deceased; and beyond that, there is a desolate overnight dreamland, where the secrets and taboos of him and the saint in the past are buried.

The barren mountains and ancient land are covered with lush vines, and the sky splits through layer after layer of obstacles, and finally the vision suddenly becomes clear.

However, Changkong never thought that what greeted him there would be new graves one after another!

"This--"

***

The Thousand Bells Temple has always been famous for its purity and sage, and the flood of ten thousand bells is enough to cleanse people's hearts. At this moment, Shuanglian is resting in the grass pavilion in the mountain, and they have chatted for a while.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, the ever-changing taste of brown color is not only bitter, but also has an aftertaste in his throat, which makes Chiba Legend have a special feeling.

He finally realized what Fulong said at the beginning, this is the tea that melts the joys and sorrows of life, otherwise why would it taste so different?

"The "Eight Kucha Tea" made by Su Huanzhen really lives up to its reputation." Chiba, who rarely praised others, tasted the indigestible taste of bitterness, and praised: "There are eight bitternesses in life, and each of these eight bitternesses is like fire. Fiery, hard to get rid of, if you can get rid of it in tea, you can also get the Tao in life. Chiba has learned this taste."

"Mr. I'm sorry." After buying the last cup of tea, Su Zhenzhen thought deeply: "Actually, Su thinks that there are other tastes besides the eight bitternesses. Therefore, I am also very curious about the tea that Mr. made."

"Su Zhenzhen, drinking your cup of tea seems to be quite expensive." Qianye was not polite, "Maybe I should think about it, do I still need to ask for sweets?"

"Yeah, Su believes that Mr. Chiba is not such a stingy person." A retort made Chiba feel helpless.

"I think so," Chiba Legend had to give in to the legendary Tongue Lotus in front of him, picked up the tea leaves by himself, and sighed softly: "Today is the first time you and I meet, so we should treat each other with courtesy. "

Speaking of which, the actual meeting with Su Huan was quite dramatic.

He never expected that it would be the first time he met Su Zhenzhen under this kind of opportunity.

Earlier, the letter sent by Yin Jue was actually written by Su Huan.And in the letter, it is the method to eliminate the threat of the four levels.

It turns out that Siguan is an evil body condensed by the power of the legendary god of death, which spreads around the martial arts through the power of death. Only by killing Siguan at the same time can this threat like magic be resolved.

As for Su Zhenzhen...

He had just talked with each other, and he knew that the two of them didn't need to say much, they could almost read each other's thoughts.

Even if the faces are similar, it does not hinder the similarity or difference.

For him, the last tiny cloud that gathered in his heart has already drifted away.

A black lotus is not a white lotus, since Chiba was born in a lotus, she is a legend.

Life is like an illusion within an illusion, who is who when we meet in the world?The self-nature of the Dharma can be penetrated, and Bing Xin realizes the truth.

Since the Lingtai was clear, Legend of Chiba poured tea, and unconsciously drew a picture of water in the teacup.

The world in the cup is just a little bit, and the froth in the orange water marks gathers and disperses impermanently, but it turns into ink-stained landscapes in a flash, delicate and delicate, and exquisite.

The beauty of Shui Danqing lies in the transient changes of time, brown color, and water marks. It is a skill that has been practiced since ancient times.

It's a pity that only Chiba Legend can understand the subtleties of this moment.

Because painting requires a clear and pure mind. As a newborn, he doesn't understand emotion, so his mind will not be confused.

Chiba Legend deeply felt that controlling people's hearts was far more difficult than controlling the ups and downs of tea foam.

It's like... he can't always grasp someone's mind.

Unexpectedly, when I thought of this, my mind trembled unexpectedly, and Shui Danqing also collapsed instantly.

Suddenly, the elegant voice came from my ear, and said curiously:

"Chiba, you..."

"Su Zhenzhen, I think... this is not the question you should ask." He felt that he didn't want others to pry into this concern.

"Yeah, Su Mou is kind and caring." Those bright eyes are delicate and observant.

Chiba Legend had no choice but to pass the tea over: "Please."

"Thank you." Su Zhenzhen held up the teacup, and at a glance, he could tell that the tea was even in color and mellow in aroma, which showed that the heat, water volume, tea brewing and many other techniques were all properly handled, and it was natural.

There are probably two types of people who can make this kind of tea, one is a natural expert; the other is a child with a heart.

Qianye seems to have both, but how long can this innocence be maintained?

Su Zhenzhen hadn't drunk it yet, so he commented: "This cup is definitely the perfect tea. Qianye, how many flavors of top-quality tea do you have in mind?"

It was clear that there was something in the words of this question, and Legend of Qianye was thinking about it, when suddenly, he heard thousands of Zen bells ringing in Qianzhong Temple, echoing in the misty mountains.The loud sound spread far and wide, directly touching the heart.

Feeling something, the two of them closed their eyes at the same time.

Qianye Legend listened intently, as if he was interpreting the bell language.

Su Zhenzhen also closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the bell.

The bell sounded like an illusion and a dream, as if it had passed through a hundred lifetimes, and when the melodiousness stopped for a while, Su Zhenfang asked:

"What did you hear?"

"To me, it's the sound of dawn." Chiba Legend said.

Hearing the answer, Su really smiled slightly:

"Guess what did you hear?"

Chiba's eyes widened, waiting for an answer.

Su Zhenzhen said, "It's the sound of reincarnation."

After saying that, the two couldn't help laughing.

The wonderful exchange is just like two people, dawn and reincarnation, but separated by a thin line, they meet each other at the beginning, and reach the same goal by different routes.

One is born not long ago, and the other is reborn in the world, but the one who does not change is dyed in the world of mortals, and the waves of human emotions are self-aware.

At this moment, the sun shines on the grass pavilion in the mountain, like falling rain, just reflecting the lotus blossoms, and the heaven and earth are full of fragrance.

***

The author has something to say: Shuanglian is very important in this chapter~~ I will echo it in the fifth part~

☆、Chapter [-]: Twin lotuses with twin pedicles

The first chapter three parallel pedicles double lotus

***

Back to the sun-blind people, it was dusk.

Legend of Qianye rarely walked in a hurry, and searched inside and outside the sun-blind tribe alone, but he couldn't find the eternal sky.

Now that the problem of anesthesia has been solved, there is no reason why people should not be seen.

With a thought in his mind, Chiba Legend turned around and searched for a direction with few people.

At this moment, the setting sun is shining all over the sky, and the scenery is taking on a yellowish golden hue.In the barren mountains and ancient land, the swarthy old trees fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds.

After finally separating layers of vines, Legend of Qianye raised his eyes and finally saw the figure he couldn't find, and felt a little relieved.

"Long Sky—" he called out from behind, and the man was still in deep thought, not sure if he heard it.

Facing the back, Chiba Legend was a little puzzled: "You recovered?" After saying that, he took a few steps forward, and his voice got closer:

"I saved you again."

This time, the figure trembled slightly, and finally reacted, turned around and bowed his head: "Son of the Sun."

Qianye Legend looked at him, that face seemed to be suppressing some kind of pain.

Why does this person always have so many things on his mind?

"Why did you come here?" Chiba Legend raised his eyebrows lightly. This place is the burial place of the sun-blind people. Few people would think of coming to this place.

He took a few steps, looked around, and was a little unhappy: "If I remember correctly, this is not the place you should come to. You are not going to the Night Palace at this time, but you are here. Do you need me to teach you how to take sword?"

"I just wanted to see."

For a son of a rebel, what he longed for in the past for the sun-blind people was not limited to this land, but also a piece of the past.

"Since you are alive, you shouldn't live in the past." Chiba Legend turned and said, "The place you should miss is in front of the sun-blind people. A warrior can only show his value on the battlefield. Here People, since they have done their best, let them rest!"

"So, can we only step over the corpses of our companions and not look back?" Zhang Kong's voice was slightly hoarse.

"What do you mean by that?"

Chang Kong took a few steps forward, caressing the brand new graves in front of him: "...I want to ask, why only save me and not them?"

Those new tombs belonged to the ethnic groups who were completely culled due to the poison of the evil god not long ago, and the nearby tombs earlier were all ethnic groups who died in the previous battle.Because there are so many of them, looking at them in the evening, there is a great sense of desolation.

Chiba Chuanqi understood it at a glance, but said in disapproval: "These people have been poisoned by the evil god and cannot be saved. It's not the problem of your anesthesia. Another part died in the previous war."

"I asked, and the high priest said that some of them may be innocent, and they were not poisoned by the evil god."

Chang Kong looked at the new graves, and replied in a low voice, he never thought that there were so many newly erected graves recently.

He couldn't accept why so many innocent lives had to be sacrificed to prevent this possibility?It is even more impossible to accept such a cold answer from Son of the Sun.If the people of the ethnic group can only live for the bloody sacrifice of the sun-blind people, what is the use of light?

If in the bottom of his heart, human life is so worthless, then he couldn't help wondering whether the Son of the Sun had deliberately let go of the death of the saint?

"So what?" Qianye's face suddenly hardened: "I really don't understand why you care about this matter. To save the lives of a few, you may lose the lives of the whole family, do you dare to bet?"

Chang Kong quietly clasped his hands, shook his head, but said, "But I won't do that."

"You..." Qianye Chuanqi looked sullenly, his expression suddenly changed, and said: "Very well, are you teaching me? I would like to ask, as a general of the sun-blind clan, why do you act impulsively? What do you think you can get by returning together? Revenge? Or a life? Your sword should be swung for the sun-blind people; your blood should be shed for the sun-blind people. I saved you, not because of those meaningless feelings Fetters! Saintess, Su Ling, time and time again, lost their lives because of these feelings and put themselves in crisis, is it worth it?" He turned around and pointed to those graves: "These people, at least once, were sun-blind people paid, but what about you?"

Qianye's series of questions came straight to him, instantly waking up Changkong.

In an instant, it was contradiction and self-blame. All kinds of depression were writhing in his chest in an instant, but he couldn't say anything...

That's right, he actually forgot, with his identity and deeds, what qualifications can he have to speak?

The Son of the Sun was right, it was because he didn't fulfill his duty well, it was because he couldn't let go.

But he couldn't just sit back and watch his remaining possessions be taken away bit by bit.

Even if he takes his life, he can't...

He can't, he can't...

"Son of the Sun!" Suddenly, Chang Kong dropped one knee and half-kneeled in front of the Son of the Sun, bowing his head.

At this moment, he had absolutely no intention of offending this person. He might be dissatisfied with him, but he saved him. He couldn't answer these pressing questions, he could only ask for forgiveness.

"Get up!" Chiba Legend froze, looking at the figure kneeling in front of him tremblingly.

Yes, even though he was angry with him and wanted to have the person in front of him even more, he never looked at him so humblely.

What this person has is a piece of pure nature and superb talent.What he wants is not humble people.

"That's not the attitude you should have." He ordered, "Keep your head up!"

After hearing the words in the sky, he looked at the son of the sun with his originally subdued eyes in parallel...

——It was a pair of eyes that were still indifferent and resolute, like a deep pool; the color of dissatisfaction earlier had been swallowed up by those black pupils.

He didn't dare to really look at the other person directly, and he didn't want to look directly at him. He was pressing hard, and there would only be a blank space.

A suffocating silence gathered together, like a dark blade with flashing wings and dark light, cruising between the two, but there was no way to advance or retreat, unable to hook half a point.

Qianye stared fixedly at the sky without blinking her eyes, just like staring at him through the tree shadow that day, as if she wanted to see through him.But at this moment, his heart seemed to be suffocated. He didn't know whether it was anger or soreness. All kinds of feelings he had never felt were stuck in his chest, and he couldn't utter a word, but... what was the reason, he couldn't say.

"You have to think about it yourself!" Finally, he withdrew his sleeves, dropped the words abruptly, and turned away.

Chang Kong stood in place, with his head bowed, a little dazed.

Unintentionally, he actually disobeyed the Son of the Sun.

No matter how he feels at the moment, he shouldn't overdo it. For the Son of the Sun, he just obeys and obeys orders.

When he was given the name Eternal Sky, he should know it.

Besides, he still owes the Son of the Sun his life, doesn't he?

The sky gradually darkened, and there was a gust of evening wind.The reflections of the branches on the old tree are slanted, and they fall to the ground in a jagged manner, tugging at them unsteadily, embracing a deeper loneliness.

It wasn't until an unknown amount of time passed that the condensed atmosphere in the air gradually faded...

Chang Kong raised his head slowly, the man had long since disappeared, but he did not know why he lowered his gaze for so long.

Perhaps, he is always used to darkness.

Chang Kong took a few steps forward, leaning over and caressing the tombstone in front of him, some of the engraved characters were mottled, some were brand new, and there were even more unnamed barren tombs.

The past is gone, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of life can only be turned into a piece of loess in the end, what do you want?

In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low in life, but once he is a dead soldier, he is just a pawn, living in worry every day, never knowing whether he will be lucky enough to survive tomorrow.If there is anything else he can do with his hands, he will never let such barren mounds increase day by day, never...

"I finally found you, Eternal Sky." At some point, a figure in a well-dressed figure had already quietly stood beside him, and there was a bit of arrogance in his voice.

Of the sun-blind people, apart from the Son of the Sun, only one person is so proud.

The long and short heads didn't answer either: "It's you, Yinjue."

"Drink——" Suddenly, Yin Jue shot out coldly, seeing a silver thread swooping in the air, and Chang Kong's sword behind him swooped down.