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Xiao Jianshen was already in deep thought at this time.

He met Nie Qiguang when he was seven years old.When Nie Qiguang abducted him from the palace, he traveled around for three years, and then when he was ten years old, he took Xiao Jianshen to Tianqing Xiaozhu.

I didn't really go to a place that day, but I stopped for a while on the way to the final destination.

It's just that Xiao Jianshen was lucky, that day was the fifteenth day of the month, and the half day they stayed was also the half day when the vision appeared in Jingshui Lake.

The sun and the moon rotate alternately in the sparkling cold water, and dragons absorbing water appear on the calm lake, first one, and then nine. The dragon in between sucks water.

The rotating and rising stream of water penetrates into the clouds from the surface of the water. Between the clouds and the water, it seems that there is a real dragon moving the clouds and raining in the clouds, changing the universe.

"When I was ten years old...you should have been nine years old." Xiao Jianshen recounted the wonders he had seen that year. During the words, the things that were already obsolete in his memory seemed to be vivid again. The water vapor and the wind, once again wet against the face, "That year, the master took me to Jingshui Lake and threw me by the Jingshui Lake. He only said that he went to see a junior and asked me to see the scenery here." ..."

"You definitely won't see me." Fu Tinghuan had already picked up the conversation.There was a slight sigh in his voice, "My mother passed away when I was six years old, and I left Tianqing Xiaozhu on the same day. During the year you went, the Xiaozhu was deserted, and the weeds on her grave grew all over the place. People are tall."

"Yes." Xiao Jianshen also said, "During the year I went, the surrounding area was already deserted. I looked at the strange scene in front of me, and I just thought in my heart: this scene is made of nature, it is not in the world, and there are no people around. trace……"

"You said that..." Fu Ting laughed, "I think about it carefully, in those first few years, it wasn't that there were no good memories at all."

"My mother, Xue Qing, is a saint of the Shitian Sect, and my father was born as a groom."

"How did the saintesses of the Shitian Sect back then want to prove their charm by applauding a groom, and in the end how they were tricked by this groom to prove their charm... Needless to say. My father used to be my mother Breaking through the Shi Tianjiao. When he broke into the Shi Tianjiao, he was still new to martial arts, and he did not hesitate to gamble his life on the impossible in order to find my mother. For this reason, not only the martial arts he had just practiced was abolished, but he almost died. Mourning Huangquan. This is how I really won my mother's heart..."

"Then……"

Fu Tinghuan was silent for a long time.

"They fell in love, and my mother had a dark knot. Fu Qingqiu was extraordinary in martial arts. With the secret books that my mother painstakingly found, he made great progress. He established Guiyuan Villa. When my mother was pregnant in October and was about to give birth , led the well-known and upright sect in the martial arts to kill Shi Tianjiao, because he had been with my mother many times before, he knew everything about Shi Tianjiao. Sure enough, it jumped into the ranks of the first-class sects in the Jianghu, and became an existence that can be compared with the leaders of the righteous way such as Manichaeism and One Spirit Temple."

"During that battle, Fu Qingqiu abolished my mother's miraculous skills and brought my mother and me to Tianqing Xiaozhu."

"In the first three years since then, Fu Qingqiu shouldn't have worried at all about leading people to attack Shi Tianjiao. He really treated my mother like a wife and me like a son, and he probably promised to wait until he was really in the martial arts world. After gaining a firm foothold in China, I will make my mother and me public..."

"But of course the winner can ignore the past, while the loser is doomed to worry about it."

"One thing happened when I was three years old... I have already forgotten a little..."

Time has flowed back like water.

Fu Tinghuan watched as she gradually became smaller and smaller, and her slender body became short and fat.At that time, he was still staggering when he walked, and Tianqing Xiaozhu was not as deserted and ghostly as he was in the next few years.

Because at that time, Fu Qingqiu often lived here.

The first thing he did when he was able to walk was to hold a sword, and the first sword he picked up was a wooden sword cut by Fu Qingqiu himself.

The owner of Guiyuan Villa, her indomitable husband.

The owner of Tianqing Xiaozhu, a patient and loving father.

This is already the most perfect role for a man.

It's a pity that the past can't be erased, everything is just a painting.

And the illusion will eventually be exposed.

On the day Fu Tinghuan was three years old, Xue Qing had secretly planned for more than two years to poison Fu Qingqiu in Tianqing Xiaozhu.

It's just that things didn't work out in the end.

Fu Qingqiu finally tore away the indomitable appearance he had always pretended to be, and turned against Xue Qing. After three years until Xue Qing's death, he never set foot in Tianqing Xiaozhu again.

When the incident broke out that year, Fu Tinghuan saw everything beside the doorpost, but he couldn't remember anything except the child's unabated terror.Only the glance of Fu Qingqiu when he left was engraved deep in his soul and could not be washed away like a daily nightmare.

When Fu Qingqiu left Tianqing Xiaozhu, he passed by Fu Tinghuan's side.

The child looks up at the father, and the father looks down at the child.

At this time, Fu Tinghuan couldn't tell what kind of expression he made at that time.Probably frightened and begged alternately?

Then Fu Qingqiu's gaze——

Such sight was not understood by Fu Tinghuan at that time.

But day by day, night by night I think about it.

Everything has an answer.

It is not indifference, nor hatred, and of course there is no reluctance and love.

That is evaluation.

What Fu Qingqiu has done, from the past to the present, he has never loved anyone. Although he lied to himself to do everything after loving others, he knew in his heart that he only loved himself in the end!

Except for himself, all other people, whether it is his wife or his son, or even the last Guiyuan Villa, in his eyes, are just objects that can be picked up and thrown away.

Back then, he had thought everything through very clearly, so he despised his mother for not being able to see through it.

However, when I think about it again now, in that kind of contempt and numbness, there may be some inexplicable anger.

All the attention to anger at his mother was on his father, and he blamed his mother for the departure of his dearest father.

Although I never said it out loud, I always hoped that things could go back to before that day every night...

"But everything is just a delusion." Fu Tinghuan said lightly, "While I resented my mother's weakness, I didn't realize that I, who only resented my mother back then, was equally weak."

"I had hoped to go back to the past, but tangible water cannot flow back, let alone invisible time?"

"And then everything was over. In the next three years, my mother died, and I couldn't wait to leave Tianqing Xiaozhu."

"At that time, I was full of resentment and anger, thinking that after I had learned my skills, I would take revenge on Fu Qingqiu for the way he looked at me like an object that day."

"After that, from the age of six to ten, I survived a few times, needless to say."

"...Is it because you don't have enough to eat, don't have enough clothes to cover your body, and are full of swords and fire. Apart from becoming a dry bone in the sea of ​​corpses, you can only stand up on the dry bones?" Xiao Jianshen said slowly at this time.

He met Fu Tinghuan's slightly surprised eyes, and said: "Have you forgotten? When I was young, I traveled all over the mountains and rivers with my master, and saw that the world is like this, and the common people are like this."

The world is in chaos, and the ground is devastated.

At that time, the sky and the earth were red and black, with red representing the burning flames and black representing coagulated blood.

In times of war, how chaotic can the world be?

It wasn't the chaos in the border town that Xiao Jianshen had seen with his own eyes. It wasn't that the foreigners slaughtered the people like chickens and dogs, and it wasn't that the foreigners made fun of the people like cattle and sheep.

...that is another kind.

It is the protection of officials and officials who only care about their own business and let it rule the flood; it is the opportunity for rich and unkind merchants to make a fortune for the country; .

His master led him along the way, not only showing him the ugliness of those people who flaunt their power, but also showing him how to cower like lambs in front of the stronger ones; The scene where the victim turns into the perpetrator in a blink of an eye.

At that time Xiao Jianshen had just come out of the palace.

He looked at the world everywhere, and felt that it was generally ugly and boring.

At that time, he was still thinking about the golden road of ascension to immortality, and he felt that ordinary people are ignorant and ordinary people are ignorant.

Everything is under his feet, as light as dust.

When Xiao Jianshen was talking about his past experience one by one, Fu Tinghuan suddenly turned his head.

"What?" Xiao Jianshen asked.

"How many years are you talking about? How old were you?"

"Seven years old."

"You said you saw the kidnapper pulling a carload of children all the way west along Yunchuan?"

"Yes." Xiao Jian nodded deeply.

"Then you should have remembered... a donkey cart with a dark green cover, walking on the road, as silent as death?" Fu Tinghuan said.

"All the cars are either covered with gray-blue covers or dark-green covers. They are all as silent as dead. Because the abducted children have either had their tongues cut out, or have been drugged, or have become The running dogs of those people." Xiao Jianshen said.

Fu Tinghuan thought for a moment, and only asked: "Are you unwilling to save the other innocent children because of these people?"

"No." Xiao Jianshen said, "It's only because of my indifference."

So Fu Ting laughed happily.

"I was in one of these cars that came and went. I was panicked and helpless at that time, and my panic was unspeakable. I still remember it vividly when I think about it..."

"I also thought that day, if there is a person who can come down from the sky and save me from water and fire—"

"Then maybe... I am not who I am today..."

He once placed resentment on others, and once placed hope on others.

But in the end, the hope was taken by him, and the resentment disappeared.

When he climbed up from thousands of bones that day, he laughed wildly to the sky, blood and bones still entangled him, but he was no longer afraid!

On that day when he built a dangerous building and stood at the top of the building, he stared at the clouds, chewing on the poem "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand; dare not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in the sky", thinking in his heart, in the future People in this world, gods and ghosts, will surely know my surname and first name, Fu Tinghuan!

Then came the meeting with Xiao Jianshen.

Only then did he know that if a person doesn't know the feeling of emotion, how can he speak again?

When he saw that Xiao Jianshen was about to lose his life by someone else's sword, all his fame and fortune disappeared like a passing cloud.

In the center of the eyes, at this moment, except for that person, I can't let go of the rest.

Fu Tinghuan seemed to have also heard the voice of sighing and sighing in his heart. In this long and helpless voice, there was satisfaction beyond words.

That anger, ignorance, worry, resentment, and hatred are precisely greed, yearning, and love.

Beside Jingshui Lake, on Yunchuan Road, if you are here, you will be gone when you come.

Perhaps it is true, countless times of rubbing shoulders and looking back at each other, just now we can exchange for today and today.

"You and I rubbed shoulders several times, and finally covered our faces, and we didn't know each other."

"But when we met that year, I saw your dragon and phoenix under the peach blossom tree—"

Those past events have all become mellow and pearly memories at this time.

"I can't help being envious..."