In life, it is difficult to find a close friend, and the road to the world is difficult. If you are in common, you will be in the same position as each other. If you don’t want to, you will eventually be a moment of separation from life and death. Can you really retreat?

Ye Xiaochai has never hesitated for the rest of his life, but this time, the steps forward are a little hesitant, and the door in front of the water pavilion is like a passage that isolates life and death. When you enter, the shocking news will come true.

Qin Jiaoxian dared not make such jokes. Ye Xiaochai knew very well that some things were not something you didn’t want to face, so he wouldn’t come. This other person’s heartbreak will eventually be gritting his teeth and swallowing them...

He has no relatives to accompany him since childhood. In this life, he has always been losing. Liu Qingyi's meaning to Ye Xiaochai is a family member who is not a family member, and has no blood relatives, but he has extremely trust in himself, and even a trace of inexplicable admiration, just like he is really his younger brother. Since the rebellion, he has also had a little more warmth throughout the world. Now...no one is gone. I call that brother again...

The past memories came one after another, and Ye Xiaochai's footsteps finally stopped in front of the water pavilion...

"What I admire most about brother is your will and strength. I was originally just a small person, a small person who could be seen everywhere in the vast sea of ​​people. Ye Xiaochai's meaning to me is an idol who inspires me. But I never thought that I could contact you so close to you. Only after I contacted me, I realized that there is a saying that makes sense. Which hero in this world can live easily? Can he live calmly? Brother... Now I have the power to go hand in hand with you. Let me accompany you, whether it is a sword, fire, or avici hell, let me accompany you all the way."

Along the way? What about the road you promised? Stepping into it, a drop of heroic tears fell into the dust... The speechless person is the most sad, the pain that no one told. How many people understand? Ye Xiaochai, it is not as tenacious as you imagined... You were wrong...

Su Xuyuan looked at Ye Xiaochai who was walking slowly, and opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly realized that the hero was crying and had nothing to say, and only Ye Xiaochai passed by him...

Jin Xiaokai stood aside and saw Ye Xiaochai, and instinctively wanted to speak a few sarcastic words, but before he spoke, he heard a fierce voice in his ear, "No matter who it is, if you dare to cause trouble today, Feng Huai Liu will definitely kill him soon!"

The secret of the message was sent to stop Jin Xiaokai's words. Ye Xiaochai looked at Jin Xiaokai with a rebellious face, and felt even more desolate in her heart... Who found the pain of passing by?

The second one came was Ye Xiaochai... Qing Haichao looked at the person in front of him carefully. There was too much heavy pain in his eyes...

"You are Ye Xiaochai..." Qing Haichao said slowly, "So...you go and hold the banner..."

The eyes met, each with their own thoughts, and it was natural that Ye Xiaochai did not react much, but just looked at YiBai, trying to have a negative result...

"Ye Xiaochai... let's be sad..." Yiwenshu opened his eyes slightly and nodded, "It has become a fact... let's be sad."

Without too intense reaction, Ye Xiaochai left Qing Haichao and Yiyeshu with a bleak back...

"He missed the second chance!" Qing Haichao looked at the figure holding the white banner and said lightly, "This is a very tired person..."

"Su Huanzhen... is also..." Yiwenshu said helplessly, "Entering the world, getting tired and suffering from the world, it is long destined to be tired and painful."

"Your love is too straightforward, so straightforward that Qing Haichao disdained to refute..." Qing Haichao shook his head, his tone still so calm, "What a person Su Huanzhen is, it has nothing to do with Qing Haichao, and it doesn't matter... One page of the book, don't consume Qing Haichao's little patience left...."

Yibi Shu was about to speak, but he heard a poem called...

"Holding his head up thousands of hills, roaring proudly in the wind; being able to find an opponent to discuss swords together, the high place is cold..." The wind blew silently into the water pavilion, and people were like a sword hidden in the sheath, the magic flow sword, the wind mark...

"Hey... Feng Zhihen, you are so old and can run so fast. Jin Ziling admires you very much..." Before Feng Zhihen said a word, a blue figure had already entered the mourning hall like a flash of lightning. In the sudden movement, Ye Xiaochai, who was holding a white banner outside the door, was filled with cold air, and a sword intent quietly spread throughout the water pavilion...

Feng Zhihen looked at him slightly... The swordsman who is not bad...

"Grey hair, sword, hero scar... Well, you are Ye Xiaochai." Jin Ziling snatched Feng Zhihen's action and eased the atmosphere in time. "My name is Jin Ziling, and he is your brother's master... He hasn't mentioned me to you? Ye Xiaochai..."

Withdrawing the sword intent, Ye Xiaochai stood like a clay sculpture, Feng Zhihen frowned slightly, this swordsman... felt so depressed... It was a pity...

Jin Ziling didn't mind Ye Xiaochai's attitude, what kind of people, what kind of reactions, and what kind of things Ye Xiaochai was doing. He lost his wife, his master and his son. Now, even his brothers who had been a charity can't escape the death robbery. If someone else had changed, he would probably not be able to bear such a blow. Ye Xiaochai could still stand here with the spirit, which could be said to be extremely willing.

However, the devil's fate seems to be related to his own fortune, so how could he die so easily? Jin Ziling didn't believe it, Xing Tianshi was even more unbelievable, and he didn't see his soul and died? Joke! Jin Ziling came to see what kind of person Mr. Jin's father and his disciple's righteous brother were. Second, he wanted to take the things in front of Liu Qingyi and hand them over to Xing Tianshi for the purpose of attracting the soul. Only one person has the right to speak for Liu Qingyi's life and death.

"Famous sword forging hands?" Qing Haichao looked at Jin Ziling and said, "You don't look like you are here to die."

"There is a reason for this. Jin Ziling invited Feng Zhihen to accompany him, but he was worried about some unnecessary conflicts and troubles..." Jin Ziling shook his folding fan and said slowly, "Jin Ziling, I have seen Beilie Whale Tao..."

"Does this trouble refer to Qing Haichao?" Qing Haichao said with a smile, "Wind Seal... has been missing for a long time..."

"If it is a pity that day, Feng Zhihen is sorry." Feng Zhihen's tone was as usual, but it exuded a little rare temperature... "The famous sword casts hands without any malice..."

"I can trust your personality. His death will bring disaster to you..." Qing Haichao clearly has a clear love and hate, but he is not a rude person. What's more, the person in front of him is also a swordsman he admires...

Liu Qingyi’s public memorial was very lively. Perhaps, before I knew it, an outsider had left too many traces in this world...

Gongsun Yue came, and with him were his fifth brother Zhang Maojun, and a butterfly who was fascinated by Hongyue and was trapped in Xinde. Zhang Maojun stared at Feng Huai Liu for a long time, as if he was confused, but he didn't say anything. He bowed and passed by, but Zhang Maojun couldn't recognize the person in front of him. The butterflyjun followed Gongsun Yue with his eyes, occasionally looking at the people around him... He was looking for a person named Su Huanzhen... He just wanted to see. Of course, if someone asked for a price on the spot, he could get a 30% discount.

Bei Chenyin's chariot and horse brigade was quietly parked in front of the water pavilion, and there was no sound, just like a human sculpture made of metal and iron. The third prince was not the third prince of that year, but Bei Chenyin still remembered the friendship of hardships back then. Over the years, some people came and went, and Bei Chenyin could no longer tell the difference between himself. Looking at the familiar faces in front of the altar, for some reason, the third prince who had just shown his glory in the imperial city had a sense of sadness in his heart for no reason...

Huangfu Xiaochan came with Mu Shaoai. Shaoai did not take Ajiu with him. Some things, Ajiu still didn't know, and some people, as long as they remember, were alive... Huangfu Xiaochan was still gentle, but the sorrow between his eyebrows was a little more, but Mu Shaoai was not as unrestrained as before. He rarely said today...

When Mrs. Xi and Guigu Hidden Dragon came, it suddenly started to rain. The soft drizzle was the most sad. The murder was silent and silent. Guigu Hidden Dragon looked at the coffin in front of the altar, and then looked at Qing Haichao with expressionless face. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all...

The continuous rain falls into the dust and also falls into the hearts of those present. The altar has few candlelights. In this drizzle, there is still a hint of warmth. Intentionally or unintentionally, there are always one or two rays of energy that protect the candlelight in the wind and rain, just like the swaying candlelight, a wisp of the soul of the person who has left...

Every person who came seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. This tacit understanding formed a strange silence. Yiwenshu stood beside Qing Haichao and listened to the drizzle. Bai Shi Jinglun's brows felt a little sad for the first time. He could feel that every time he arrived, the patience of the people around him was reduced by a little... Su Huanzhen...

Since Qing Haichao talked to Jin Ziling, he stopped talking. He stood quietly in the right position of the altar, with his eyes carefully identifying every face coming here. The quiet abyss was silent, but it was a silent surging surging, and the occasional beating brows seemed to indicate a storm...

"Yiwenshu... guess what I feel in my heart now..." Qing Haichao suddenly asked softly at Yiwenshu...

"this…"

"not worth.."

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Qin Jiaoxian stood in front of the water pavilion gate, and he was helping to greet the visitor. The people around him were waiting for someone he was familiar with, but he didn't know that the humble young man beside him at this time, he was originally named Su Xuyuan.

Su Xuyuan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people walking into the door. His face wrapped in a human skin mask felt a little stiff.

Haven't arrived yet...Su Huanzhen... Have you not arrived yet? Not to mention the people who are familiar with the adoptive father, even these people from all walks of life have arrived early...Su Huanzhen... What a Su Huanzhen, what a Su wise man!

The depression in his heart became deeper and the smile on his face became softer. Su Xuyuan didn't know how long he had smiled until two figures came...

Two people, a white banner, with yellow paper flying all over the sky, but in Su Xuyuan's eyes, there was only one person in front of him, the figure in a mourning robe... very familiar. I don't know how many times I have seen that face. My mother doesn't know how many times I have drawn that face!

"My friend...my friend!!!" The mournful voices continued, and the yellow paper drifted away, as if it was isolating the connection between the underworld and the world...

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