"From the time she died, there would be no happy things. ”

The little girl didn't understand: "Why ......?"

Not why.

It's because he can only feel endless sadness.

It's not without joy in this world.

But even when he was full of joy, the memories of her still flooded into his mind, and all the words he wanted to talk to him could only be swallowed back, and there was no joy left.

"That's all in the past, isn't it?" said the little girl, looking up at the young man, pleading, "don't think about those things...... Just stay here. ”

"Okay......

The youth just turned his head away.

It is indeed in the past.

But the memories are forever imprinted on the heart, as if the blade has been deeply sunk into the heart, and there is a dripping blood spilled on the ground, even if the years have passed and the wound has healed, it still leaves a scar on the heart.

"No......"

The little girl asked him again, "What...... Who is she?"

The young man covered his face with a veil and walked out, but he did not answer, but walked out step by step, and his figure disappeared into the distance.

Since then, the traces of youth have disappeared from the world, and no one has ever mentioned anything about youth.

Even if they lived and died with the youth, the tribesmen who traveled a long distance no longer mentioned half a point.

And the young and beautiful little girl back then, after years of his past, was already a gray-haired old woman, and occasionally recalled the past, only a vague and pale memory.

Nothing else.

It was as if the youth had disappeared into this world.

And after that generation of Silt dwellers turned 100 years old, even the last memories of him died away, and there was no trace of him in this world.

Looking far away towards the shore, the sea and sky are still blue, but there is no ship carrying hope to set sail.

......

"And later?"

"Later......" Yun Wan smiled slightly, looked at the dim sky outside the window, and said softly, "It's too late today, let's talk about the rest of the things with the girl tomorrow." ”

It's really getting late.

Shen Fengxu also nodded and said, "Okay, you can go back and rest early." ”

Yun Wan covered his veil and turned to leave.

Shen Fengxu's face showed a look of thought, thinking about what Yun Wan had just said.

If it is as Yun Wan said, then there seems to be an indissolvable hatred between the people of the Silt and the people of the Great Luo Kingdom, even if no one of the people of the Great Luo Country remembers the Silt people, but this memory is still deeply engraved in the hearts of the Silt people.

With a slight sigh, Shen Fengxu lay down on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.

......

No one remembers what happened after that.

No one remembers.

Step by step, the young man came out of the darkness, carrying the blood of all the clansmen on his body, and with the marks of the Silt people on his face, but now he could only hide it with a veil.

Only in this way can you enter the territory of the Great Luo Kingdom.

It was the tenth year of the recovery of Yannan Pass, and the Great Luo Kingdom invaded its neighbors with the strength of the whole country, and the hatred for many years had long fermented in the hearts of the Divine Warriors, and today, it has condensed into an indestructible blade to break through the neighboring countries.

At the age of 20, he broke through his neighbors and led the army back to his hometown.

Along the way, he rode his horse, the north wind howled, and the military flag was blown and hunted, but the young general's face was like an eternal well without waves, and only when he looked at the sword at his waist would he occasionally show a deep sadness.

The one who once held the sword was a guard who lived and died with him.

But now, Konoe's bones have been buried in the boundless sea of sand, and even if Konoe's relatives are here, they may not be able to distinguish the whole body of Konoe from the thousands of corpses.

The Guards died on the battlefield.

Only the saber remained.

The general of Fu'an could only wear the sword in the hand of the guard as a comfort, but it was still difficult to resolve the pain in his heart.

Every time he closes his eyes, he remembers the day when the guard died tragically in front of his eyes.

The appearance of the guard was deeply engraved in his heart.

It can't be forgotten and will always linger.

At that time, he was armed with a spear, riding on a bloody horse, and killed seven in and seven out on the battlefield, opening and closing his moves, and with every stroke, dozens of people died in Huangquan.

He was agile and agile, galloping on a red-blooded horse, invincible and invincible on the battlefield, and his spear slashed countless enemy troops neatly, leading the brave army towards the neighboring country inch by inch.

When anyone from a neighboring country heard of the name of General Fu'an, they were terrified and fled, and no one dared to fight against him.

That year, the sun was exceptionally hot.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and there seemed to be a furnace burning on the top of his head, and the armor on his body was hard but stuffy, and the bitterness was abnormal, and beads of sweat fell to the ground, splashing a large area of yellow sand.

So his vision was also fascinated by sweat.

But at this moment, a feather arrow came from the string, with the sound of breaking the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, but with the deepest and piercing killing intent, towards the heart of General Fu'an.

That arrow was the sharpest and most murderous.

When Fu An came back to his senses, the feather arrow had already come into view, and he was so frightened that his pupils shrank suddenly, but he had no chance to dodge.

Fu An closed his eyes.

So many enemy troops have been killed.

Enough is enough.

In the next moment,

There was no pain in my heart, but a faint and forbearant snort.

Fu Anxin tightened, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the guard standing in front of him, with a strange and strange smile on his face.

Fu'an's heart was half cold.

But the guard didn't say a word, just tilted his head, and leaned to the side, the feather arrow diagonally stuck in his chest had penetrated the armor on his body and nailed deep into his heart.

There were still people on the side, frantically and desperately waving their broadswords, slashing at the guards who were about to fall.

With that slash, the guard's left arm flew out.

Bright red blood gushed out, and there seemed to be a blood mist in his sight, and he saw that the guard had already suffered tens of millions of swords on his body in just a few breaths.

The one that came from the waist and abdomen was the most deadly.

All the internal organs flowed all over the ground.

The guard breathed as he struggled to raise his hand to cover the wound in his abdomen, but he only felt the intestines that flowed out.

His hands were stained with blood.

It's all his own.

He wanted to scream.

It's just that the throat has been cut by someone, and I can't say a complete sentence, or even say a syllable or two.

Only a hoarse breath sounded.

But......

There is no such opportunity.

As soon as the galloping horse stepped on the guard's body, the unbearable weight cut off his last chance of life.

That was the last memory that Konoe left behind in Fu's head.

Fu'an's body seemed to be stained with the blood of the guards, and he couldn't wash it away no matter what, so he could only carry the guard's sword and ride the red-blooded horse out of the battlefield step by step.

There is no room for redemption.

From that day on, Fu An's heart had died on the battlefield.

Until—

In the north wind howling, Fu'an rode his horse.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw a young man standing by the bridge, as if waiting quietly for something.

On his face, there was an inky veil that covered most of his face, and the broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be a ghost who came out of the darkness.

Even though he was dressed in white.

The two looked at each other deeply.

It seems to be thousands of years apart, but it is the same state of mind.

The insoluble grief, the grief buried deep in my heart, and the hatred that will never be forgotten seem to have resonated at this moment.

This encounter seems to be a matter of course.

Since then, Fu'an has been surrounded by a guard who covers his face with a veil all the year round, but no one has seen his true face, even Fu'an, only knows that his skin is as white as porcelain, and he is indistinguishable from male and female, but he has never seen his face with his own eyes.

He is a silt-dweller who has come from mountains and rivers.

He was burdened with the hatred of the whole clan.

With an unrelenting past, he has been by Fu'an's side for many years.

And Fu'an trusted him and entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, perhaps it was the touch of meeting that day, maybe it was years of living and dying together.

Fu'an doesn't care where the young man comes from or what he wants, Fu'an only knows that he is a companion who can deliver his life.

On that day, Fu'an captured a governor of the Great Luo Kingdom.

The governor was just a thousand taels of silver for embezzlement and bribery, and according to the decree of the Great Luo Kingdom, he only needed to be punished slightly, but when the young man saw the governor's face, his hands were already clenched.

He straightened his back, took a deep breath, and dragged the governor into prison with a vicious and vicious thought.

The young man put the testimony of treason in front of the governor, looked at him condescendingly, and spat out a few cold words from between his lips: "Draw a charge." ”

After the governor swept the words on the testimony, he was suddenly shocked.

He was only embezzling and accepting bribes, but once he drew a charge on the testimony of treason, he was accused of exterminating the nine clans.

He might be able to die.

But his wife and daughter must not be implicated in any way.

But the young man just sneered, his smile was cold and terrifying, like the reincarnation of a powerful ghost, with an almost demonic color in his eyes, and once again said: "Draw a charge!"

The governor ignored him, and just shouted for help: "Where is General Fu'an!? I want to see General Fu'an!"

The governor's voice gradually became hoarse amid tens of millions of cries for help, and the young man dragged the governor to the depths of the prison, where countless torture instruments were placed in this dim place.

The young man smiled and smiled, and he was a gentleman of words, gentle as jade, but he slowly introduced each torture instrument to the governor one by one.

From copper soldering to iron rolling, he came one by one like a number of treasures.

The governor's body trembled, and cold sweat gradually soaked his back, and he was shrouded in great shadow, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The young man's hand rested on a chair, which was covered with spikes, sharp and fine, and if he sat on it, his hips and back would be pierced, and the pain would be unbearable.

The young man just whispered, "If you don't mind, Lord Governor, sit down and try it." ”

The young man held an iron chair in one hand and a testimony in the other, and the threat was self-evident.

The Governor swallowed and closed his eyes.

In any case, they refused to draw.

The moment I sat on the iron chair, countless sharp nails penetrated my body, from my thighs to my waist and back, and I felt the pain of piercing my heart everywhere.

But he still refuses to draw.

The young man quietly admired the governor's painful but powerless appearance, he knew that the governor would not draw the prisoner, but he did not urge, but took the governor to assemble the torture equipment.

The copper has been burning in the fire for a long time, burning until the whole body is red, exuding a scorching breath.

The governor was still sitting in an iron chair.

The moment the copper scorched fell into his body, an uncontrollable scream poured out from his lips and teeth, but the more painful he struggled, the deeper the nails on the iron chair sank into the ground, tormenting and pricking all the nerves, swallowing his whole body into the night.

When the copper brand was taken, the word "sin" was engraved on the governor's body, and a white mist drifted away from it.

The governor was dying.

But that's not all.

The young man looked thoughtful, weighed the skinning knife in his hand, and then put it down again, and a bright smile gradually bloomed on his face: "There are more than twenty kinds of torture tools, how can you do it if you don't try them one by one?"

The governor opened his mouth, but did not utter anything, only a faint breath of hoarseness.

The young man leaned down slightly, listening carefully.

The governor finally gave in.

What he said was: Draw a charge.

So the young man put the testimony of treason in front of the governor, who could not wait to raise his hand and press a bloody handprint on it.

When he came down from the iron chair, the governor was already out of breath, and he only struggled to ask one last question before he was out of breath: Why?

The young man slowly removed the veil from his face.

Under the veil is a delicate and gorgeous face, the eyebrows are slender like leaves, the eyes seem to contain autumn water, the bridge of the nose is straight, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the complexion is white and tender like porcelain, as if it is favored by the sky.

And on the cheeks, there is a mark.

The governor finally understood.

Many years ago, he had banished the Silting Habitat people, expelled them from the borders of the Great Luo Kingdom, and refused to allow the Sedimentary Habitat to enter the country.

He spoke in despair, but could no longer make a sound.

He just did what he was told, nothing more.

Why......

Families are ruined.

Youth don't care.

He came out of hatred, with the expectation of countless clansmen, he wanted to kill them one by one, and for this, he did not hesitate to have his hands covered with blood.

And after the treason testimony was taken out, the governor was beheaded by the Nine Clans as a matter of course, and on the day of the raid, the young man also stopped in front of the governor's door.

On that day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a light rain continued to fall, and a gloomy mist was filled.

The men, women, and children of the governor's family were tied together and thrown into the cart like cattle, and the valuable items of the house were carried away one by one.

The young girl was pale and hid in the cupboard crying, but she was dragged out of the cupboard, gagged, restrained her hands and feet, and kicked into the car.

The official who came to raid the house scolded impatiently: "What a bad luck! Do you think you are a famous lady?"

In the car, the little girl cried heartbreakingly, but she was gagged, and she could only hear a whimper, with endless sadness and sadness in her voice.

The young man looked at him coldly, but did not make any move.