Folding the halberd to seal the cold

As if telling a long, long story, after Ye Feng finally finished speaking, he fell into a long silence.After talking about these past events, he has exhausted all his strength.

He flicked the two swords tremblingly with his fingertips, some crystal clear drops of water suddenly fell on the cold swords, but slipped down silently and seeped into the weeds on the ground, never to be found again.

Qin Yue saw that his heart was sore and painful, he grabbed Ye Feng, hugged him forcefully into his arms, put his chin on his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's over."

"Ye Feng, you still have me. Don't be sad...don't mention it again. Forget this past and let yourself go, okay?"

He coaxed Ye Feng like a child, hugged him distressedly, just wanted to hug him tightly and give him warmth and comfort.

"How can I forget Ye Chen, he is my only younger brother... As long as I think of him ending this life so pitifully early, I feel like a knife is piercing my heart." Ye Feng sighed deeply, and closed his eyes weakly. Eye.

"Ye Chen once said that in the future, he and I will be the best swordsman in the world, and the other will be the best swordsmith in the world. We will walk the rivers and lakes, fight for justice, and become the pride of Hidden Sword Villa...even if we don't have the chance to see our biological parents in this life. , but also to comfort their souls in the sky. But what if I became the number one swordsmith...Ye Chen can no longer stand by my side. He left early before realizing his long-cherished wish The world is separated from me forever."

As long as he thought of this, Ye Feng couldn't let go of it at all.

Ye Chen has the same appearance as him, and the same blood flows in his body. The two brothers are equally outstanding, and they should have a bright future and life.

But because of the tricks of the world and the sinister heart... Ye Chen was harmed like this.

When he died, he was just a young man, he had just entered the arena, he was full of vigor, and everything was just beginning.

Ye Feng sometimes wondered if these things would not have happened if he had insisted on going down the mountain to experience that year and chose the same route as Ye Chen.

If he could be by Ye Chen's side, he would definitely not let these things happen.

But the most feeble thing in the world is... no ifs.

How many people spend their lives regretting the past, wanting to escape back to before everything happened, trying to stop the cruel and tragic past in time, or to make up for the regrets and obsessions that were missed...

It's all just... just an obsession that can never be recovered.

All kinds of floating life fall into red with the flowing water, and what is lost disappears without a trace.

"You have avenged him and washed away your grievances. He is alive in the sky... He will definitely be grateful for everything that your brother has done for him." Qin Yue lowered his head and kissed Ye Feng's forehead lightly, the firmness in his eyes became stronger: "Fortunately, I met you."

"Ye Feng, don't live in the shadows anymore. This is not what Ye Chen wants to see. Since you want to live on his behalf, go out of the past and stop suffering yourself. You used to be alone, but now you are not—" ——No matter what happens in the future, I will share with you. Let me walk with you in the future—this is the most serious promise I can give you.”

He was not able to participate in the past that Ye Feng experienced, but he will always accompany Ye Feng in his future journey.

Qin Yue finally understood today——

Why did Ye Feng stay in the Valley of the Wicked, and why his persistence is still so pure and different... Even in the Wicked, he is still the same Ye Feng as before.

Ye Feng, like his younger brother, is a pure and kind person.He has always upheld the principles in his heart, and that gentlemanly demeanor has never left.

He likes Ye Feng like this, that's why he is so deeply attracted to him.

Ye Feng didn't speak, but suddenly put his arms around Qin Yue's waist, and then buried his head deeply in his arms.

It was a reassuring and dependent posture, as if he had finally let go of all the burdens, and just wanted to sleep peacefully in Qin Yue's arms.

The ginkgo leaves drifted down slowly, and inadvertently landed on Ye Chen's tombstone, glowing a warm yellow.

Qin Yue sat under the tree with Ye Feng in his arms, the shadows of the two fit so well——

Finally through the painful and lonely past——

met each other.

When we came out of Jianzhong, the rain had stopped for a long time.

Qin Yue and Ye Feng walked out along the stone road through the bamboo forest, and the sun was shining outside.

The air after the rain is fresh and pure, and the vegetation is renewed.

Cangjian Villa is located far away beside the West Lake.

At the grand and solemn gate, disciples in bright yellow robes came in and out.

Over the years, no matter how many disciples came out of the Cangjian Villa, there will always be new disciples who kneel in front of the building outside the building and solemnly worship at the door of the Cangjian Gate. Glory.

In the past, he and Ye Chen were also the glory of Tibetan swords.

Even though he can't go back now, he has always kept this respect and original intention in his heart.

In every word and deed, he strictly abides by the Ye family's gentleman style, and never forgets what his master taught him.

Ye Feng stood outside the Abandoned Sword Valley and looked at it from a distance with some nostalgia.

Qin Yue originally wanted to turn around and call him to leave, but when he noticed Ye Feng's silence, he stopped silently and accompanied him.

But he didn't say anything in the end, just looked at it for a long time, then suddenly lifted his robe, and knelt down facing the direction of the villa.

"Master, Ye Feng also came to greet you this year, and wish you all the best. So...bye."

The stone-paved road that had just rained was still wet with cold water vapor, but Ye Feng looked in the direction of Hidden Sword Villa without realizing it, and solemnly kowtowed.

Qin Yue's heart was moved, and he was just about to persuade Ye Feng to go back and have a look, but suddenly thought of something... The words he wanted to say ended up on his lips.

Ye Feng probably didn't want Master to see his face exactly like Ye Chen's...

I'm afraid that his old man will be sad.

The feeling of being close to the hometown is timid... For so many years, every time he came back, he probably just paid his respects at the gate of the villa, but never went in again.

Hidden Sword Villa belongs to the neutral sect, upholding its own awe-inspiring righteousness and arrogance, although it doesn't want to shout for the Valley of the Wicked, but it doesn't want to have too many intersections.

Since Ye Feng walked into the Valley of the Wicked, he probably never set foot on the hidden sword again.

But Qin Yue could see that he still missed this place deeply, but he would never go back again.

The bird loves the old forest, the pond fish thinks about the old forest.

Ye Feng is really a loyal and stubborn person—it's just...why would he bother to embarrass himself like this?

Qin Yue loves him dearly, but he also knows that his personality can't persuade him.

I could only sigh helplessly.

After Ye Feng said goodbye, he finally stood up.He glanced at Qin Yue, smiled at him and said, "Let's go."

Qin Yue nodded, returned a smile to him, then held Ye Feng's hand tightly and walked away together.

The winding mountain road meanders behind the two, disappearing at the end of the invisible valley.

When Ye Feng and Qin Yue went back in the evening, Qin Yue suddenly became interested and wanted to take a look at Lingyin Temple.

This centuries-old temple has always been full of incense, and there is an endless stream of tourists and pilgrims passing by.

Ye Feng saw that Qin Yue also bowed to the incense stick in a decent manner, and felt a little funny: "What are you asking for?"

Qin Yue looked back at him: "Of course, just like these ordinary pilgrims, just ask for what's in your heart."

Hearing what he said, Ye Feng couldn't help turning his head to look at the other tourists beside him who came to worship Buddha and offer incense, and said in a low voice: "But most of the people here come to seek marriage, and the marriage lottery in Lingyin Temple is always very good. Don't you... want to beg for these things like those little girls?"

There was a sly smile in his fine eyes.

Seeing that Ye Feng's mood finally improved, Qin Yue didn't care whether he was making fun of him or not, and actually went to draw a lottery.

Ye Feng frowned and was a little dissatisfied. Others are looking for marriage, what kind of marriage does Qin Yue need...

Isn't he already by his side?

Qin Yue had already drawn a lot while Ye Feng was awkward.

Although he was a little puzzled by his behavior, Ye Feng still couldn't help but leaned his head over to see what lottery he had drawn.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yue hid behind him with ulterior motives, pushed his head away and did not show him, and then went to ask the monk next to him for the signature.

Until the two walked out of Lingyin Temple, Qin Yue didn't tell Ye Feng what he got.

There was only a faint smile on his face, and it was impossible to guess whether it was related to the signature.

Ye Feng's curiosity had already been aroused by him, but Qin Yue didn't mention anything about signing the document.

He quietly stuffed the note with the signature on it into the sleeve, and although Ye Feng just glanced at it casually, he also saw it.

Well, in this case, then find a time when he is not paying attention, and then go to see what is written on it.

The bells of Lingyin Temple reverberate in the evening light, distant and solemn.

Ye Feng lowered his head and smiled, he had his own idea, but he didn't notice that Qin Yue's smile was wider than his.