A young man with a wisp of white hair and bangs strolls along this path that leads to the back mountain.

Jianming raised his hand to take a petal floating in the air, pinched it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it repeatedly, and after dipping the fragrance of the flower on his hand, he threw it into the small river beside him, letting the flowing water take it away.

The flower blooms for a lifetime, and there is also a time when it withers.

It's like 'him'.

'He' is also a guy who has a beautiful and short life like a scattered flower.

What 'he' is...... A boy like a flower.

Let the petals stick to his shoulders and gently drift away.

Jianming continued to move towards the back mountain leisurely.

He looked up.

On the back mountain, the big hole punched by Ye Chou was used, and Penglai's foreign trade road was also built here.

Immediately, the railroad is about to be paved.

And the people of Penglai call this trade road that breaks through the wall, breaks the barrier, and connects Penglai with the world————

The road of sorrow.

Among them, there must be no need to say too much............

The road from the back mountain is not too long, and Jianming came to the gate of the back mountain in less than five minutes.

At the entrance of the railway, which is about to be repaired, there are two tall bronze statues.

One of them, Jianming is very familiar and even more cordial.

He approached the bronze statue to see the huge inscriptions.

It reads..................

A generation of Wuzun [founder] Ip Man.

And the statue standing next to Ip Man......

The handsome face, the long flowing hair, the dark green military coat, and the dark kung fu uniform............

And the king's spirit that does not diminish even if it is solidified.

There is only one person in the world who fits these descriptions.

The second generation of Wuzun [God of War] Ye Chou.

You can also win a battle against the gods...... Stepfather............

Just when Jianming was immersed in that earth-shattering battle.

A voice stopped him.

"Yo, Jianming, have you come to see Lord Wuzun?"

The one who said this was a thin-looking Penglai warrior.

On weekdays, he has always been responsible for guarding the back mountain and supervising the progress of the railway.

Jianming smiled and turned around and nodded.

Under the bronze statue, judging from his standing posture, he is no different from Ye Chou.

"yes, it's almost time, I'll come and see Dad. ”

Jian Ming panicked, in fact, he didn't come to see Ye Chou, but to ...... Farewell.

The warrior beckoned.

"We can see Lord Wuzun's heroic posture every day, this is really a good errand, okay, I won't bother you, Penglai is your home, no one will stop you here." ”

Jianming was very pleased, as this warrior said, this is his home.

But he still has one thing to solve.

He stopped the warrior.

"Wait, what do you think? Won't you feel disgusted? Penglai, which has always been closed off from the country, is now building a railway to connect with the world......

The warrior looked up at the statues of Ip Man and Ye Chou, which were spotless.

He turned his head, looked at the bronze statue of Ye Chou, and said to Jianming intently............

"Seriously, Lord Wuzun, he is very great and powerful, and it even makes me feel a little inferior............ Dwarfed. ”

"He always did things that we couldn't do, or even hope for. ”

Inferiority complex......

The inferiority complex itself is only a small wave in the heart, but when it rushes towards uneasiness, the heart will be closed.

If you choose to turn a blind eye, in a locked and closed heart, anxiety will soon turn into fear, pregnancy

Nurture hostility.

If the opposite reaction occurs, it is also very troublesome.

Generate worship, want to assimilate with the strong, and look up to him.

At first it was dependence, then it was attachment.

After Persistence...... Even if the eyes and heart are open, there is no difference from being closed.

Is it okay to be strong enough?

Isn't that right......

Man, live for yourself.

"But it was that great man who made us understand ......"

He took his eyes off Ye Chou's statue and said to Jianming with confidence in his eyes............

"In the current turbulent era, although we can rely on force to develop the country unnaturally, but he has taught us that the country's governance methods, personal survival posture, must rely on their own hands to master, guide, what a willful person, but, because of him, we can be proud of the people of Penglai!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, afraid that he would borrow things and think about people again, and he would make a tirade out of control.

Only Jianming spent time with those two bronze statues.

Jianming also looked up at Ye Chou's face.

Remembering what he had said.

'Respect and meaning do not need to be based on dead things, it is enough for those precious things and memories to remain in the heart...... That's enough......'

Hum............

Ye Chou is no longer anywhere in the world, nor is he here.

As long as it is enough in Jianming's heart.

Presumably...... He will also illuminate the way forward in the hearts of every Penglai people.

"Dad, I'll go back as soon as I go. ”

With that, he turned and walked into the mountains.

On this trip, he didn't just come to say goodbye to Ye Chou.

Walk through the forest trail to the top of the back mountain.

There has been no change in the thatched hut where Ip Man lived, and after a hundred years of wind and rain, the home and home built by the martial artists are as strong, complete and solid.

And in front of the marble table, facing the setting sun............ There is a mound.

Jianming stepped forward quickly and squatted down in front of the stone tablet.

Here lies the youngest martial saint in Penglai, and the stone tablet says that he was three years old in his life.

Jianming said a lot of things here alone, most of them were the farces of weekdays and the recent situation of life.

Saying that Chen Shihu developed a new menu, Serena began to learn Tai Chi from him......

said that Penglai opened a new clothing store somewhere, and there is a cat at home............

He said and talked and talked

After laughing and talking about the wind and rain, the cold moon buries the soul of the flower.

Autumn cicada ............ Just lie down here.

In a word, I won't say it again............

Jianming wiped the dust on the stele with his hand, as if touching the head of an autumn cicada.

"Forgive me, this is the last time. ”

In my mind, I was full of the bright smiles of old friends.

'Jianming ......'

'Jianming. ’

'Jianming!!'

In the days you left, the sky turned gray, and my heart felt like it was stained with dirt that I could not wipe off.

I miss the days when I joked with you, I miss the angle of your mouth that went up slightly, and I miss the time when you shouted my name without any scruples.

- Your eyes are like glass, and the light that shines from them covers the earth.

Miss you, you in heaven, you younger......

My friend.

Youth that dies young means the growth of people.

The father-in-law personally showed him the posture of a strong man.

Friend, he showed him the life of being a human being

Law.

Jianming is no longer the useless young man who has just entered the WTO.

It's not the careless boy who is in a bleak world.

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Martial arts are extremely diligent. The road of life is long.

Falling flowers have no intention of water. Martial arts and winter snow condensation.

Spring goes to autumn and comes another year. No regrets for the face.

I saw the flowers blooming together. I heard the cicadas singing, and I didn't see you.

When the sound of cicadas is noisy, a hundred flowers bloom to remember the king's face.

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Even if the cicadas chirp in your ears......

I don't see you smiling anymore.

Even if a hundred flowers bloom......

It's not as good as a smile when you look back......

Ask ...... In this world, how can you smile like a flower?

............ A world-changing breeze swept across Jianming's brow, causing him to look up in the direction of another home.

'Jianming, don't be sad, smile, and move forward. ’

Don't look back, time will not turn back, only by moving forward can you live.

Don't look back, hopes, dreams, and the future, there are no such things behind!

Looking at the starry sky, and the bright moon shining in the sky.

Jianming didn't look at the tombstone of the autumn cicada again, and left here by the moonlight.

"Goodbye, friend. ”

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It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Penglai, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

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As Penglai refines the railway and is no longer isolated from the world, the stories that happen here have gradually spread to the world.

According to oral tradition in later generations, Penglai is the hometown of warriors.

There was once an undefeated martial artist here.

A young martial saint who was born like a summer flower and bloomed all his youth in his lifetime.

And even later...... There is a recognized invincible in the world, the first in the world, and the unparalleled in the world......

Everyone in the world knows it, and no one knows it......

Absolutely strong.

A thousand days of cultivation is forged, and ten thousand days of cultivation is practiced.

Jianming's practice continues, and now, let us travel across the ocean, and let us go back a little bit to a year and a half ago and see what the other side of the world is like.

Fade.............................................

............................................. Fade out.

Dreams in the early morning are like this, confusing and elusive.

I want to remember it, but it's very vague.

I want to forget it, but I haunt it.

When you wake up, you feel a sense of loss.

It seems that in just a few minutes, I have lost my whole life.

Lifetime..................

The corners of his mouth drooled, his eyes half-awake and half-open, still immersed in an ethereal dream.

At this time, anything can wake him up directly.

To wake up a sleeping person is nothing more than to target the five senses.

Touch, taste, smell, sight and ————

"Hey!!Xiaoguang!!It's dawn, hurry up!!!!"

Hearing the shouting from outside the door, Xiaoguang had to get up in a daze.

Blinking his sour eyes, he wanted to continue sleeping for a while, but his identity didn't allow it.

He was the son of a blacksmith.

This is the Street of Swords.