C78

Life will be boring and boring. Only the strong can survive in this world, the weak will be eliminated, and the martial arts world is a strict teacher. When you lose and train, it will cut you off without hesitation. It also seemed like a fairy wearing a pure white dress. Wherever her skirt went, the snowy plains were as quiet as a virgin. The snow-capped peaks were cold and straight. The pedestrians had no choice but to keep their clothes tightly buttoned. They put their hands in their pockets, shrunk their necks, and walked forward quickly. The heavy winter clothing people were still feeling lonely.

The martial arts world was full of lonely people.

Even if they died on the road, no one would know.

Snowflakes continuously drifted about for a few days. In the town and the forest, a new set of clothes had been put on. The entire area was pale, so pale that it was terrifying. The sky was extremely joyous and white, and even the excess color made it angry. The indistinct black color beneath the paleness had long since lost its former vitality.

He seemed to be doing something that would make the heavens happy.

The old and the young slowly walked into the long ancient path. The old man's withered hands were like dried wood, but his eyes were like deep jade pools, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple. The young girl was full of spirit. Her two large braids were swaying as she chanted an unknown melody. The old man's gaze was filled with love and pity. The only ripple in the Green Jade Pool was most likely this little girl.

The little girl could not hold back her mischievous nature as she ran around in the snow. The young girl's voice made the desolate land become even more lively. Suddenly, the girl stopped moving. She stood by the side of the road and looked at the forest with her lips pursed, her eyes filled with sympathy. The old man Tian Xing took a glance and grabbed the girl's hand. "Little Ling'er."

A glimmer appeared in Little Ling'Er's eyes as she shook her head like a rattle drum, "Grandfather, what is fate?"

Old man Tian Xing let out a long sigh and said, "Life and death, the cycle of life and death, these are all fate."

Little Ling'er stubbornly said, "But he is not dead yet."

The old man looked over and said, "What's the difference between that and death?"

The man's left hand was gripping a wine jug, while his right hand was gripping a sword. His sleeping face had no killing intent, and when he fought with the wild blade in the Western Liangshan Estate, he was unbridled and unparalleled. All he had was an endless weakness, like a sleeping child.

Little Ling'Er entered the half-legged deep forest. The old man didn't stop her from continuing to observe her every move. The person without a heart had slept here for a long time, and his black clothes were like ice clothing. The wound on his back no longer oozed blood, because it had long since been frozen by the cold.

Little Ling'er wiped her eyes with a sorrowful tone, "Grandfather, do you think he knows about human nature? Or is it a weapon that was cultivated? "

The old man was speechless. He was absolutely confident in this martial arts world. No one could escape his eyes, but human nature was the only thing that he could not see through. More and more tears welled up in Little Ling'Er's eyes. "I know grandpa is saying that I love to cry again, but this person isn't bad for Little Ling. Instead, he's frighteningly stupid."

Old man Tian Xing was silent for a long time before he said, "There is no place for fools to stand in this world."

Little Ling'Er crouched down and tried to wipe away the ice and snow covering her body, but it was all in vain. The snow turned into a thin layer of ice and swallowed the last of the life of the innocent step by step.

Little Ling'er said, "Grandpa is already old, and little Ling'er hasn't grown up yet. If there is someone who can help grandpa move the books, then it would be good to plagiarize them."

The old man replied, "It's enough with you, little Ling'er. There's no need to carry any more baggage with you."

Little Ling'er shook her head, "How could he be a burden?"

The old man turned his head and slowly walked towards Nan Nan and said, "If you can take him away, grandpa won't say anything."

Little Ling'Er's eyes were filled with joy, but a twelve-year-old girl could barely hold herself back in the snow. Furthermore, she was carrying a sturdy young man on her back? Her eyes were full of mischief, agility, and even though she was walking very slowly, her love for life was expressed in her eyes.

Tell me about it to Xiao Suo and Tian.

That jug of wine, that sword, that unconscious, heartless person was still holding it tightly, refusing to let go in the slightest. It was as if no one could make him let go. It was as though no one could obstruct his advance.

In his dream, he saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were so full of vitality, so much life jumping, the anger in those eyes suddenly made him very jealous.

Why was the owner of those eyes smiling so happily?!

Why was he so stingy with his anger!?

This dream went on for a long time.

When he woke up, he saw that it was still the same pair of eyes.

Little Ling'er held her head with a hand as she teased, "You're finally awake. Do you know how many medicinal herbs grandfather used to pull you back?"

"There are rules in this martial world. Your life was saved by me, so I am your benefactor. From now on, you are my junior brother, so you must follow me well." Buy candied fruits with me and help Grandpa with his luggage. "

The man without a heart frowned, but the bandages on his body showed that the girl was not lying as she asked, "Why did you save me?"

Xiao Ling'er retorted, "Why must you die?"

No one replied. Xiao Ling'er sighed and said, "You're really stupid. Grandpa, I, the young and old are unavoidable bullying. Won't you be able to protect us now?"

"Protect?" This was the first time in his life that he had heard of the word 'heartless'.

To Xiao Ling'Er, being stunned is a foolish expression. After rubbing her head for a long time, she said, "Simply put, whoever I tell you to hit will be beaten by you, especially those who came to cause trouble for me and grandpa. Of course, my grandfather and I don't agree to your previous actions. If you dare to casually kill someone, if you don't listen to my words, I … "I'll …"

Little Ling'Er's face flushed red, but she couldn't think of any words to say to threaten someone without a heart. This kind of predicament caused someone without a heart to pause for a moment, then she nodded and said, "Okay."

Little Ling'er asked in disbelief, "You agreed just like that? Aren't you afraid that I lied to you? "

Thoughtless thought for a long time before saying, "No."

Perhaps if I follow you, I can find my heart?

No one had said those words, but every time they met that pair of eyes, everyone would stop. Only that pair of eyes could make him feel alive.

Little Ling'er nodded her head as if she was nodding in approval, "That's right. This time grandfather won't say that I'm seeing the wrong person. What's your name?"

Thoughtless did not reply as he tilted his head to look at the sword in his hand. Little Ling'er felt a dull pain in her heart, and her emotions and emotions were all conveyed through that spirited gaze. However, she was the only one who did not know.

Little Ling'Er nodded and said, "You're so cold that you're not funny at all. And since you like drinking alcohol, I'll just call you 'warm wine'."

The heartless man nodded and said lightly, "Alright."

He glanced sideways at the wine pot and understood that the little girl had misunderstood, but he did not want to explain anything. The image of the man holding the wine pot in the carriage was already engraved in his mind.

The blood of a man without a heart is warm.

Sooner or later, the warm blood would melt his cold heart.

That pot of wine will never be forgotten!

Little Ling'er seemed to have completed a joyous occasion as she smiled and clapped, "Looks like reading my books for all these years was not for nothing. Warm wine, warm wine! That's a good name. "

"Since you have already entered this door, we shall address you as junior and junior brother. There are three rules in this door, the first rule must be respected, and no one is allowed to disobey the sect rules. The second rule cannot be broken, the third rule is not allowed." A crafty look appeared in Little Ling'er's eyes as she said, "The third rule is that you have to buy candied fruits for me every day."

Warm wine nodded, and Xiao Ling'er, who seemed to have obtained what she wanted, ran out of the room with an evil smile on her face.

Where did these three rules come from? Little Ling'er had no idea that the warm wine would actually be believed, and thought that she would be able to eat the candied fruits every day. Little Ling'er couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Such a foolish junior brother was truly a pleasure.

The splendor of the moon, though unable to brighten up the night sky, was enough to show one's position in the darkness; if it was not warm enough to give one warmth, it could accompany one in the fear of the netherworld, never leaving it, waiting for the day to come. The warm wine in the dark night had gone on for an unknown amount of time, but one day, a sword slashed out in the dark night! The light of day shone down, and to those who were walking in the dark night, it was undoubtedly a rising sun.

Was there another dark guest who did not look for this light?

That night, he didn't sleep at all.

The sky was bright and clear, and the sun was shining through the gaps between the pine needles, forming thick beams of light that lit up the misty area. It had been snowing for several days, and the sun had not shown itself for a long time. The sun, which had just risen, was shining brightly.

Once, this liveliness was far inferior to his own, but now, this liveliness could be easily obtained! But when would he be able to participate?

Under the window, Little Ling'er's naughty voice rang out, "Come, warm the wine!"

"..."

It was unknown who had built this abandoned training hall. It was located deep in the mountains, and the new tender green leaf was unwilling to be lonely as it peeked out from a crack in the stone floor. The wine that stood quietly in front of the audience seemed so lonely that it seemed as if it had died.

Suddenly.

A silver light flashed.

With a flip of his hand, Thoughtless Sword appeared as well.

The bright-red blood dripped onto the stone floor. The corner of Warm Wine's mouth had a bright-red color, yet he didn't have the time to wipe it off.

"Your sword is too slow."

The person was dressed in a black robe and had a long black sword in his hand. He turned around and looked at the injured man in the yard indifferently.

Those eyes were like warm wine.

But he was older than the Warm Wine.

No mercy, no emotion.

"I know he won't let me go," Warm Wine said.

The person said, "How can you leave alive after betraying him?"

"I had expected the current situation, but I didn't know it was you."

The man was silent. He looked at Wen Jiu and sighed. "Let go of your martial arts. If your veins are broken, I will let you go."

Warm Wine said, "If that's the case, you might as well kill me."

The voice of the person came up a few notches, "You are very stupid, don't you know? He knows very well that those who betray him will not have a good ending, but he still did it. "

The Wuhai Sword crossed his chest, and Wen Jiu's eyes were filled with killing intent. The person shook his head and sighed, "Your sword techniques are all taught by me, so how could you possibly win against me?"

With the last word, the sword was already in front of Wen Jiu. As the sword stabbed into his heart, Wen Jiu's sword was extremely fast, but the approaching person's sword was even faster than his.

It did not touch the stone edge of the wall, and Wen Jiu's eyes were instantly filled with fear. When facing an enemy, he could not even hold on to his sword steadily, and after a moment of panic, the sword had already reached his face. Although it did not hit the vital parts of his body, his right arm had already been pierced through.

At the same time, the Wuhai Sword had already been grasped in his left hand. A strong desire to live exploded in Wen Jiu's eyes. Sword light flashed, and the world suddenly turned silent.

…" Wen Jiu breathed heavily. With a crisp sound, the long sword in the man's hand fell to the ground. His body was half kneeling on the ground and his body was covered with a bright red colour.

He asked, "Left hand sword?"

Wen Jiu nodded. "This is a secret."

The person said faintly, "You purposely showed weakness to distract me just for this sword."

Warm Wine said, "No one knows this secret. The sword in my left hand is even faster than my right."

"So that's how it is!" The person said, "He won't let you go. Hurry up and run away." And then Nan Nan said, "Run?" "Where can we escape to?"

Wen Jiu sighed. "That's right. We can't go anywhere. Perhaps killing him will give us our true freedom. But who will kill him?"

Warm Wine put away his sword and sat on the side of his broken body as if he was a burden that had been lifted off a heavy burden, like an old friend he had not seen for a long time. As the old man's body was covered in blood, his eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and Warm Wine asked, "Did you say that your hometown was Luoyang?"

The person sighed and said, "That's right, it's a pity that I've never been there before. If you're still alive, you must go to Luoyang and bring my wish with you."

Warm Wine nodded. "If I die, I can't help but wait for me here at the Bridge of Helplessness. I'll kill you in this life. In the next, you'll kill me."

The person shook his head, but his voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Warm wine talked for a long time, about the wild fruits that covered the mountains, about the elk in the forest, about the crying children …

No one answered.

The new grave was in the corner of the viewing gallery, and Wen Jiu did not know his name. From the moment he was born, he called him Yi, a teacher and a friend, or rather, he did not have a name.

After standing in front of the grave for a long time, Nan Nan said, "Don't hold the sword in your next life anymore."

The girl's spirited eyes stared at the weak life form, and her love for life became even more ardent. The old man beside her was writing something, and only when the girl exclaimed did he raise his head, "Warm wine, where did you go?"

When she saw that the warm wine was all over her body, she understood everything, but she was smart. She was smart enough to not even mention it.

"Alright," Warm Wine said softly.

The young girl continued, "In order to punish you, you abandoned me and grandpa. In a few days time, you will come to Luoyang and buy me candied fruits."

Hearing Luoyang, Warm Wine suddenly felt pain in his heart. Nannan said, "Ok."

Towards this foolish junior brother of hers, Xiao Ling'er really liked him a lot. In the past when they were walking, when others saw that the grandfather and grandson were alone, they had been bullied a lot. Ever since they accepted this junior brother, if others wanted to bully them, they would be scared away by the warm wine.

The books that she had helped to pluck were all carried away by warm wine. She had nothing to do. If her junior brother were to disappear one day, she would probably cry with tears in her eyes.