Huainan Road, Yuzhou City.

After a month of recuperation, this prosperous land of plenty and plenty has finally regained its former vitality, and the people are still busy and working hard for each and every small home.

In the Jianghu Inn, people from all walks of life came and went. Because of this incident, Wei Xian, the big shopkeeper who had withdrawn from the Jianghu, took action boldly, making the Jianghu gradually remember him. The business in the inn actually increased, even worse than before.

In the study room in the backyard, Wei Xian, Chen Xianyu and Zhou Fangru were sitting at the desk. They were both very haggard, especially Zhou Fangru. At this time, his temples were frosty white. He had been immersed in pain after losing his beloved daughter.

But he never told others. Outsiders couldn't see it, but as an old friend for many years, Wei Xian could see the sadness in his heart.

Chen Xianyu looked at the two of them with sorrow on her face. She had watched that girl Zhou Ying grow up, and she regarded her as her own daughter in her heart.

"Tomorrow I will go to Weidao Mountain. Girl Zhou is not only your daughter, but also my daughter. If it is not convenient for you to ask for an explanation, then let me do it!"

Wei Xian drank a cup of tea, while Zhou Fangru did not express his opinion. After all, he also mistakenly killed an outstanding female disciple of Wei Dao Mountain.

"How is Zigeng?" Chen Xyu said with a sad face.

Wei Xian shook his head helplessly: "The deaths of Su Qier and Zhou Yatou outside the city were a huge blow to him. He goes out before dawn every day, and only stumbles back after being drunk in the evening."

Chen Xianyu said with soft eyes: "Hey, what a wonderful couple."

The three of them were silent.

Outside the city, by the lakeside.

Wei Zigeng was in front of the two's graves, with unkempt beard and disheveled hair, lying on the ground, drinking wine one after another. Wei Ziqing stood quietly behind him, with tears streaming down his face, but he didn't know how to come forward to comfort him.

At this time, I saw the young man Wei Zigeng who was originally lying on the ground standing up like a carp, stamping his feet on the ground, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath with a "clop" sound. Then he held a wine bottle in one hand and the rusty sword in the other.

Iron Sword, performing a sword dance in front of the two graves, staggered, and when he was about to fall, he regained his balance with a strange posture and murmured an impromptu limerick:

"You only see, someone's little girl is facing the mirror with yellow flowers. You don't see, the battlefield general returns wrapped in horse leather. You only see, the waves of the rivers and lakes are crashing on the shore and the wind is blowing. You don't see, the young hero is full of grudges and hatred. He has traveled eighty thousand miles to fight, and persists.

The sword stands proudly on the top of the city. The lonely lantern is lit by the rain at night in the rivers and lakes. No one knows that I am worried about myself. On a snowy night in Chongqing, I will be alone, but I will be single in the coming year. I have no time to hesitate and have great ambitions, but I told who... who said."

The sword dance ended with a burst of sad laughter. Wei Zigeng threw it away and put the long sword firmly into the sheath. Then he jumped into the willow branches and reached out to grab the worn long sword. The long sword flew into his hand, and then

He turned over, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep, and finally murmured:

"I want to sleep with you, so I'll go. I'll bring you some wine tomorrow morning."

These words were spoken to his sister Wei Ziqing, who was not far away. In his current appearance, he attributed all the responsibilities to himself. He now believed that he was the lone star of the evil in the prophecy. He had once

My sister is like this, now Su Qier is like this, and Zhou Ying is like this too. It's all because of him that she was hurt.

When Wei Ziqing saw his appearance, she bit her lip, and blood oozed out without realizing it. After a while, she came to the old willow tree, raised her foot and kicked the trunk, which shocked Wei Zigeng down, "Plop

"I fell to the ground with a sound, and I couldn't wake up like this.

"If you want to drink, go somewhere else. Don't stand in front of Su Qier and A Ying's graves. Your appearance will only disappoint them."

There was deathly silence, and Wei Zigeng, who fell to the ground, did not see him getting up. He just gathered up his coat, and then there was a vague sound of snoring. Wei Ziqing sighed, turned around and walked away.

When the sister walked away, the boy's whimpering sound came from under his clothes.

In the haziness, the young man vaguely heard a dragon roar, and then he opened his eyes, stood up and walked towards Songjun Lake behind him. There were two people standing by the lake, one of them was dressed in a green scholar's uniform, with a smile like a flower, looking at himself.

It has a bookish atmosphere. The man is in ragged clothes, his disheveled hair is tied up with a wicker, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and there is a piece of dogtail grass found in his mouth. He is holding an old long sword with its scabbard in his arms.

A small wine gourd is tied to the side.

The young man's eyes widened and he walked up to the two of them step by step. The woman didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a smile. The young beggar also reached out and gave him a slap on the back of his head. This time, he didn't hide and let the slap come down.

After being hit on the back of the head, the beggar was stunned for a moment. Then his expression softened and he returned to his cynical look. He took off the dog's tail grass from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:

"You brat, what's wrong? Are you discouraged now? How can you walk in the world with your temperament? How can you be a hero? Where is your dream of being in the world?"

Hearing this, the young man couldn't hold back anymore, tears burst into his eyes, he smiled and patted Su Qier.

"You're not much better. The eldest brother, not to mention the second brother. If I can't beat him, I will at least run away. What about you, why don't you run away?"

"Run? I am the Jinglingtai Sword Immortal of Lingzhou. If I run away, how can I get around in the world in the future? It will damage the reputation of my Jinglingtai! Humph!"

Su Qier snorted coldly, then approached Wei Zigeng's ear and said to him softly:

"The main reason is that I have already announced my family name. It would be against the rules to run again. If I had known earlier, I would have reported your name. I feel at ease while running. I won't be the one being laughed at in the future."

After saying that, Su Qier touched him with her shoulder, then raised her eyebrows at him, picked up the foxtail grass again, looked at him, and turned aside to Zhou Ying.

The young man turned to look at Zhou Ying. He wanted to step forward and grab her hand, but froze in mid-air. Zhou Ying smiled and took his hand and said softly:

"Zi Geng, forget about boring words like "Tiansha Lonexing". You are who you are. Integrity and kindness are all you have. Don't forget, you also promised that we would travel together in the world. Since we can't be together,

, then let you take a look at this magnificent river and lake on our behalf."

Wei Zigeng's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at the hand being held. It felt so unreal, but it did exist.

"But, I failed to protect you. I failed to protect Ziqing before. I..."

Zhou Ying interrupted him, shook her head and said:

"I will always be with you, even at this moment. I will accompany you through everything you have to face without waiting for time to praise you or waiting for the spring breeze to be proud."

After saying that, Zhou Ying let go of her hand, walked backwards, waved to him and walked away. Su Qier raised her eyebrows, threw the sword in her hand to him, turned around and waved to the young man behind her.

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"Let's go, brat, I'll leave this sword to you. The world is a long way from here. We'll see you later... we'll see you later."

The young man looked at the sword in his hand. The patterns carved on the scabbard seemed to be a little clearer. The flowers, birds, fish, insects, sun, moon, mountains and rivers were all moving a little more vividly.

"The sword dance is good, but martial arts training is basically sailing against the current, and this cannot be compensated by the showmanship of sword dance. The doggerel is also good, and it has the same style as I did back then, hahahaha!"

Wei Zigeng looked up and saw the two figures getting further and further away until they disappeared into the mist.

The young man on the ground opened his eyes suddenly. He was still lying on the ground, still wrapped in the long gown, and there was no change.

If there was the only difference, it was that the turbidity in the young man's eyes disappeared, replaced by clear eyes, looking at the two tombs under the trees by the lake.

"Let's go to Jianghu together for you."
Chapter completed!