"Mother, you tell me a story, okay?"

"Good, good. ”

"Hehe, the story told by my mother is the best, but can you stop telling those stories under the birch tree?"

"Why?"

"Those stories are so sad that I don't want to hear them. ”

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"Dad, why don't you always accompany me? always in and out of the door?"

"You'll understand when you grow up. ”

"Then before you grow up, can you play with me?"

"Daddy would, if, in time. ”

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"Young Master, let's go!"

"If there is only one hope left for the Birch family this time, then he must be you. ”

"Leave Xiao, promise Daddy, live!"

"Gongmen proverb, if there is only one thing in this world that I must do, it is to kill you!"

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The past is like pieces coming back one after another, and what cannot be erased by time is the memory hidden in the depths.

Hua Lixiao's tears fell down one by one, and for a long time in the past, he had also cried a hundred times in the silent night when no one was around.

The fragrance of the herbs of the soul, precipitated in his snort, rose and fell, seducing everything from the past, from childhood to youth.

Hua Lixiao's strength did not reach the level of Lin Shuangxue's master, and he emitted the medicinal power of the soul to the surrounding space, thus inducing the things in the realm to transform into a scene;

Even so, the old memories triggered by the medicinal properties of the soul are still more profound and clear than the previous ones, as if they were there.

The picture moves further back, Hua Lixiao has come to live in seclusion in the bamboo forest, and the hard life has sharpened his heart, and he has become strong.

"Even if I don't have the talent and mystical power that I am gifted with, I can still make a grand plan for the Hua family and ask for everything I have!"

He swore by the fourteen-year-old.

Now that I think about it, I have the power of the Seven Nights, but it is still difficult to achieve anything, but I have pushed myself to the brink of life and death, even if I pick up a life, I have lost the power of the Seven Nights.

What if the talent is extraordinary? Hua Li Xiao thought, it is just to increase the sadness, and what should be lost will be lost sooner or later.

After that, he became stronger step by step, met Bai Lao, had to meet Bingxian, and became Bingxian's disciple with the help of Bai Lao.

"Thunder light!" In the picture, the alienated Huali Xiao relied on the Seven Houses to fight with the Ice Strings, which made the Huali Xiao very surprised, when he was in a coma and fell into a dream, his body was actually controlled by the Seven Nights, and burst out with such a strong force?

The picture was clearer than ever, and the scenes that he had not been able to perceive in the coma before were also presented in front of his eyes, which were memories that he had never known or blurred before, all in the replay of the medicinal power of the soul.

"The parting under the birch tree can only be sent with the sound of the flute, because the figure that went away with the song will never come back..."

In the picture, it was the "dream" that Hua Lixiao heard in his dream, and that sentence made Hua Lixiao sad for a long time.

An invisible meaning, escaping outward from the center of Hua Lixiao's eyebrows, if someone is here, he will definitely be bound by this "meaning", so sad, with endless thoughts.

"This trick is called broken!"

"Dance!"

Again, either you're tricky, or you're respectable. Otherwise, I won't draw my sword. ”

Hua Li Xiao was stunned.

This sentence was said by Hua Lixiao to a dissolute and unruly son when he participated in the competition of the younger generation in Beiji City.

This sentence is basically the same as the sentence that Senior Sister Lin said to me at that time, but why, I can't remember it for a long time? Hua Lixiao asked himself over and over again.

Have you really forgotten your heart?

Otherwise, how could he forget his vow?

What is hidden in my heart? Until now, I can't detect it?

It turned out that the former self was also so frivolous, holding the fearlessness of a teenager and being presumptuous in the vast world.

"When will I stop being afraid of taking people's lives?"

What he has experienced in just ten years, many people may miss it in their lifetime, and it is precisely because of this that he has lost what others have not lost, and he will naturally get something that others do not have.

Such as the extremely cold sword intent and Xiao Killing's heart.

Looking back on the past, many things have a new experience, Hua Lixiao is no longer the Hua Lixiao of the past, and he will not completely soak his thoughts in the pain of going back.

He will experience, and then, grow.

The fragment in the memory extended to the time when Hua Li Xiao was in a coma, and there was a long blank space, which made Hua Li Xiao puzzled.

Calculated that the length of the blank space is about three months, and when the picture is clear again, it will already be in the bead curtain cave.

"Why can't the memories of the three months of the coma make my memories manifest?" whispered to Hua Lixiao.

Even in a comatose state, the subconscious mind will definitely not be blank, and these three months seem to have been torn out of his memory and no longer belong to him!

According to Bingxian's words, the three-month Hua Lixiao has been in a coma and has not changed otherwise, but, just because of the coma, will the memory disappear out of thin air?

Hua Lixiao has not experienced similar situations, such as the coma when he forced the ghost gate to take half a step back when he was in Beizhangyuan, even if he didn't perceive it, but the soul was still able to react to everything in his subconscious layer, such as dreams, feelings, and truthfully, as if he was in a dream.

However, in those three months, he felt nothing!

A knife cut off all ties with him for the past three months, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember a single trace anymore.

Memory, from the moment he woke up three months later, went back to the present.

In the present world, the flowers and leaves of the soul are yellowing inch by inch, withering, and the whole soul plant is diligently exuding the last wisp of residual fragrance, turning into wind sand and scattered in the window.

The sky was gradually white, and the first rays of the morning sun shone on him.

Hua Li Xiao sighed, no longer meditated on the past, and after a simple tidying up, he walked straight out of the Soul Pavilion.

He is now a disciple on the surface, but in fact he is the identity of the peak master of the Soul Xi Peak, naturally there are not too many rules and regulations to restrain him, he is also happy and pure, at least on the Soul Xi Peak, he is more comfortable than anyone else, and he has spent his time on swordsmanship all morning.

The soul has no too significant effect on cultivation, it is just a precipitation of strength and is used for the breakthrough of the realm, but he has not stayed in the realm of enlightenment long enough now, since this layer of effect is useless, except for going back to the past, this strain has no other use.

However, when he thought back again, he learned from the past, Hua Lixiao could also taste some things from his past that he had only felt so far, he integrated them into his sword, and asked a little different from the previous question, more restrained, but the "Dao" hidden in the depths of the sword intent was not angry and self-assured.

"A person like me may not be worthy of asking the sword at all, right?" Hua Li Xiao leaned out with a sword, and circles of invisible ripples rose from the blade of the sword and spread forward, even the wind, which could not escape the fate of being decomposed by the ripples.

"Asked, Benevolent Sword, its sword light should have encompassed all things, but I am so..." In the corners of Xiao's eyes, a faint light and shadow remained.

Purple sword light or stabbed, or oblique, within ten zhang of the Dao sword, the sword pressure is like the way of heaven, that is, the airflow is suppressed, becoming slow and depressed.

With the more and more sophisticated swordsmanship, Huali Xiao will feel more and more the subtlety of this swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of the shuttle, focusing on the word swordsmanship, many people, when practicing, often only care about the change of one move and one style, that kind of sword, although it seems to be easy in swordsmanship, coherent and natural, but it lacks the changes that swordsmanship should have.

The trick is dead, but the man and the sword are alive, only by abandoning the excessive attachment to the sword style, can we be at ease, change, and when facing the opponent, we can be less panicked and more free.

Only by forgetting the deliberate direction of swordsmanship can we sublimate in the process of improvement, integrate our own unique feelings, and turn swordsmanship into our own swordsmanship.

"Broken!"

An astonishing spiral sword qi burst out, and a huge cold stone was pierced alive.

The sword qi lingered on the sword's edge, covered with a layer of frost.

Hua Lixiao still stood in place, just stabbing his sword out.

Recalling the previous "break", they all rely on the high-speed movement of Huali Xiao and the sword to achieve the effect of winning with one blow, when recruiting, Huali Xiao will catch the sword quickly and accurately behind the target, but now the "break", I saw the amazing sword qi burst out, but I didn't see the movement of people and swords.

Hua Lixiao shook his sword, and after the Dao Sword slashed through the air with a few beautiful sword lights, he was taken behind him, and thousands of purple petals appeared out of thin air, covering the sword body of the Dao Dao piece by piece, turning into a scabbard.

"Replacing people and swords with sword energy, although it is slightly inferior in speed compared to the previous 'break', but it can be evenly divided in terms of power, and the important thing is that such a 'break' no longer requires people and swords to approach the target at the same time, avoiding the danger of being countered when encountering a strong enemy, and there is one more way to retreat. Hua Li Xiao whispered to himself.

With a long breath of air, Hua Lixiao returned to the Soul Pavilion alone.

And what he didn't know was that on the top of the Tianling Mountain Range in the distance, a cloud and mist were ethereal, like the pavilion of the Heavenly Palace, a mirror turned into a whirlpool, and then turned into a mist and slowly settled, falling into the jade cup on the table, and a woman in white got up with her sleeves and walked out of the Cloud Pavilion.

On the platform, the entire Tianling Mountain Range is in full view, but her eyes have stayed in the distance from beginning to end, on a cliff like a crescent, there is a simple pavilion at the end of the cliff, and on the stone table in the pavilion, an inkstone is displayed on it, I don't know who it is left for.

"Soul, soul..." The woman whispered softly·······