The medicine girl Mulan stared at Xue'er's slightly gloomy expression with questioning in her eyes, and for a brief moment of Xue'er's silence, the cave was filled with silence.

However, Mulan did not feel any depression and urgency, Xue'er, who was asked about the sadness in a sentence, was simply silent, and there was a bit of sadness in the silence, but there was no meaning of blame.

After a moment of silence, Cher turned her back lonely, and her back looked a little lonely.

"If he asks, you should only think that you saved him. ”

Mulan was still puzzled.

She looked at Xue'er's back, and inexplicably felt a little distressed.

She wanted to ask the end, but in the end, she stopped talking and buried her full of questions in the mountains behind the town.

Cher was left alone in the cave again.

There are no days when Ling'er and Brother Changfeng live, she has tried to get used to more than 400 sunrises and sunsets, she thought that time would dilute everything, but she didn't expect that this persistence is like the old wine in the cellar that has been sealed for many years, when the moment the mud is opened, it is always the strongest wine.

Xue'er, who walked out of the cave unconsciously, walked aimlessly accompanied by several Yan Lingwei silently.

She only saw the way, and walked in a trance, without asking where it leads.

She saw a stream.

The green leaves of the stream, blown by the wind, drifted away as the stream bypassed the round gravel.

For the past few days, Cher has been thinking about a question.

When it comes to it, it's the most difficult question to part with.

Because in her spare time, she was reading a book, which was written by Meng Qingshu, who was only a high-ranking man in the dust-free view of the academy, when he was established.

There is a sentence in the book.

This sentence has been lingering in her mind.

Xue'er stared at the stream and the fallen leaves that never returned: "It's really better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes." ”

......

Luo Changfeng carried a decoction with a strong taste and found the Liu family described by Mu Yi's predecessors.

The one who opened the door was the widow of the Liu family.

This Liu's widow is about twenty years old, and the soul of the head of the family is not far from the first seven, and she was originally wearing a mourning dress. But the seven-year-old child in the family has been sick in recent days, and he was afraid that he would feel that this plain linen was unlucky, so he took off the linen clothes yesterday and changed into a monotonous plain clothes.

Luo Changfeng looked at Liu's widow's elegant eyes like autumn waves, the latter's hairpin was loosely wrapped with green silk, and the forehead naturally drooped a little, although the look was a little listless, and the cheeks were quite pale, but there was still a charm and charm on the body.

Under those eyes with vigilance and doubt, Luo Changfeng briefly introduced himself as a new guy from the medical shop, and only after carrying the Chinese medicine jar and wrapped medicinal materials did he enter the hospital.

Very ordinary courtyard, very ordinary room.

After Luo Changfeng took a cursory look at the room, he stopped his gaze on the child lying on the bed.

The child sweated on his forehead, closed his eyes, and looked pained, but he stubbornly endured it and did not say anything. The child holds a short wooden knife in his arms, like a plaything that he can't put down, and even if he is sick, he will not leave his hand.

"Don't be obedient, get up and see Grandpa Mu is here to treat you. ”

Liu's widow sat at the head of the bed and helped the child up.

The child slowly opened his clear eyes and blinked, but he didn't see Grandpa Mu, so he couldn't help but say mischievously: "Mother is a liar." ”

Luo Changfeng also sat down next to the bed at this time.

Reaching out and touching the child's cheek, he whispered, "My name is Chu Yi, and I am a new guy in Grandpa Mu's medical shop." Your name is Be'er?"

The child looked weakly at the stranger in front of him and said, "My name is Liu Xibei." What about Grandpa Mu Yi, and Sister Mulan, why didn't they come?"

Luo Changfeng gently rubbed the child's head and said with a smile: "Grandpa Mu and Sister Mulan are treating other people." Don't get better soon, we'll see them then. ”

Xiao Xibei said: "When the time comes, I will ask Grandpa Mu to tell me the story of the swordsman...... Don't like the story your grandfather told me the most. ”

Luo Changfeng glanced at the wooden short knife in Xiao Xibei's hand and said, "As long as Don't get sick again, my brother will also tell you stories and tell you many, many stories about swordsmen, okay?"

Xiao Xibei's clear eyes showed a faint light, which had nothing to do with the pain, it came from the light of his love for the knife: "Thank you, Brother Chuyi." ”

......

Xiao Xibei is a very likable child.

is very strong at a young age, and even has the same persistence and tenacity as Luo Changfeng in his bones.

Most of all, they both love knives.

Whenever he saw this child, Luo Changfeng seemed to see himself when he was young.

Xiao Xi don't like to listen to all the stories about swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, Luo Changfeng naturally loves knives, especially wooden knives.

Because his first knife was a bamboo and wooden knife given to him by his senior brother.

So after recovering from his illness, Xiao Xibei ran to the hospital shop with his beloved wooden knife almost every once in a while, pestering Luo Changfeng to tell him the story of the knife master.

At first, he was entangled with Mu Yi's seniors, but after listening to Luo Changfeng tell the story of the knife idiot, he simply surrendered to his first brother and never listened to Grandpa Mu's stories in the future.

It's not as good as the first brother said!

Luo Changfeng couldn't resist the child after all, so he went from the academy knife obsessive knife cultivation to the world-famous Tianque, to the battle between Bailoumen and Yan Bailou, to the grievances between the sword leader and the heavenly knife in the library building, and then to the story between the teacher Wuxiang Daozong and even the ancestor and the butcher's knife, and finally to the senior brother and the courtyard knife...... In the past two months, Luo Changfeng has told all the knives in the academy, and he has also told the people who use knives in the academy.

"What happened to that brother of the hundred miles of Changfeng?"

"Did he take the butcher's knife and leave?"

"Has he escaped the bad guys?"

"Without a teacher, without a senior brother, without a academy, he should be very sad, right?"

As the sun set in the courtyard of the medical furnace, Xiao Xi Bei sat in front of Luo Changfeng and held the wooden short knife, blinking his big eyes and asking one by one.

Memories of the scenes came to mind, and the sadness seemed to be reversed by Luo Changfeng, who was flowing into a river in an instant, and only smiled bitterly after the tears in his eyes dissipated.

"He's probably not in this world!"

"Why? Was he taken by the bad guys?"

"You think, he can't beat those bad guys, and he can't take revenge, and all those who care about him are dead, so what's the use of him living in this world......?

Luo Changfeng's heart was deeply stabbed.

It's like a knife.

Who knew that at this moment, Xiao Xibei suddenly jumped up and waved the wooden short knife in his hand like teeth and claws, looked at Luo Changfeng and said: "If you change to another child, you will definitely not be willing to fall." ”

Luo Changfeng looked at the energetic little boy in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then what will Don't do it?"

Xiao Xibei's eyes showed a serious look: "Don't hide it and practice the knife well, until you can take revenge......"

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