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"and after?"

Lu Qingyu and Shu Baiyin were walking together, and they were on their way back to the Sword Artifact Hall. During the interval between the tea shed and the cult, Shu Baiyin finally talked about this story that has become the story of the headless case in the rivers and lakes. See a little trace of this old thing.

"Later... I only found out later that he won the trust of Changxia Mountain by virtue of my relationship, poisoned the diet of Changxia Mountain, and killed everyone in Changxia Mountain," Shu Baiyin told himself. He raised his palm in front of Lu Qingyu, "And I... He has already poisoned every drink and food he brought. He counted when I came out of customs, and it happened to be poisoned. Afterwards, he decided It hurt my tendons and imprisoned me in the dungeon of the Palace Merchant Hall." He lost all his internal strength, his hand injury was hard to heal, and he couldn't even hold up chopsticks, let alone resist Wen Yusheng.He was imprisoned day after day in a dark dungeon. Humiliation and punishment were commonplace. After hurting him, Wen Yusheng often begged his forgiveness in tears. He didn't take physical pain very seriously. On the way, just listening to Wen Yusheng's "for him" over and over again, he had a little doubt: Is it all my fault?

Later, Wen Xian came to find her, and she wanted to kill Shu Baiyin.When Wen Yusheng came back, her sword had already pierced Shu Baiyin's body, and Wen Yusheng wounded her.Wen Yusheng's poison blocked Shu Baiyin's internal strength, but Wen Xian's stabbing sword just opened up the acupuncture point. With the last of his strength, Shu Baiyin pierced Wen Yusheng's chest with his sword before barely escaping. , hiding all the way, and was finally rescued by the owner of Wendao Valley.

"In order to detoxify, I heard that the owner of Dao Valley destroyed all my skills, and the hand injury was not healed in time, so I can no longer use the sword like before." Shu Baiyin's voice was flat, as if he was just telling a story about a He has nothing to do with the story.

In fact, such a long story can only be told in a few words now.

Lu Qingyu couldn't recover for a long time.

In the past, he sometimes imagined the story of the catastrophe in Changxia Mountain ten years ago. Perhaps it was Shu Baiyin who really went mad, and he also thought that it was some enemy who had not surfaced so far. Perhaps there was some terrifying conspiracy in it. ——But the young people's imagination is so barren, this catastrophe is actually just a random disaster, it originated from the most common love in the world, the most common thing you can't ask for, but the price is so tragic.

After the disaster of exterminating the family in Changxia Mountain, Shu Baiyin fell into a chaotic mood for a long time. Even though he may not have the thick friendship with the teacher's family as ordinary people, it is after all that he has grown up since he was a child. The most intimate being, it shaped him, it made him, it was part of his life, his way of the sword.He had no intention and energy to focus on the way of swordsmanship, and the tragic death of everyone in the master's sect always weighed on his heart.Even though he had killed Wen Yusheng, he hadn't gotten relief from it. He tortured himself many times: Did I kill them?Is the way of the sword that I have been adhering to for so many years wrong?

For the first time, Shu Baiyin felt confused and puzzled.

Hearing that the owner of Dao Valley said that his long-term depression was not conducive to the recovery of his body, he taught him some disguise techniques and asked him to cover up his whereabouts and go out more often.

In the past, Shu Baiyin was always confined in Changxia Mountain, and his occasional trips were just to compete with others.In the past ten years, he has traveled through mountains and rivers, and has seen more people and things.

He has seen ordinary couples who are noisy and hate each other, but also have children and grandchildren who love each other; he has also seen some wives and concubines who are happy in groups, and they are sad and sad. , listening to her tearfully tell about how affectionate and affectionate she was with her heartless lover but was abandoned; he once sailed with an old man on a boat, and heard him ramble about how he resented himself for being cowardly and incompetent when he was young, and did not dare to elope with the woman he loved ...

In this world, there are deep love and affection that will eventually get married, and there are also good fortunes that make people separate.For Shu Baiyin, all stories are just stories, he has heard and read them, but after all, he himself is not the person in the stories, nor will he be.

"There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, but none of them has anything to do with me." Shu Baiyin understood this truth when he was young. Later, he encountered great changes that made him confused and entangled, so it took him another ten years to finally understand. This boy has already understood the truth.

He is not wrong.

Shu Baiyin showed a very light and shallow smile to Lu Qingyu, vaguely like frost and snow, and flicked his body: "You young people probably yearn for the legend of heroes and beauties more, and me, isn't it a boring story? ?" He picked up the tea bowl and drank it down, "Let's go, while it's still early, we should be able to find a place to stay before dark today."

Lu Qingyu looked at Shu Baiyin's figure who stepped out first, like a withered willow branch in the frosty wind, lightly falling on the lake, creating a circle of fine waves that no one noticed.He remembered when he was young, when his wife accidentally mentioned Shu Baiyin to him, she sighed leisurely: "Never ruthless, the most touching."