The silver practice water splashes, and the gods go to the sky.

"Whew~~!"

The wind chases the wind.

Fog chases fog.

All the way jubilant and cheerful, from the forest, originally a mountain person, today in the mountain, he became a vigorous leopard at a time, stepping on the mountain rocks, playing among the leaves, laughing a little.

Ancient Holy Sources.

This inaccessible place, this place that the fish people have guarded for generations, has come again.

In a single dabbling.

Fish.... Returning, I am not a fish, the only fish that came back alive from the outside, the only, who said the only, I am not lonely.

Hand in your arms.

The cloth is wrapped in sandy soil, these are the ashes of the fish clan, these are brought by themselves from outside the city of Yingdu, and they are all buried in a foreign land.

And today.

I, Han Xian, finally took them home.

It's like, the only one who came back, as if you felt very honored.

Return.... Seeking.

Ancient Shengyuan, the place where the fish clan has lived for generations, they can finally go home after wandering outside for so long, and they are not lonely when they go home, they can finally enter the earth.

"Hehe~!"

I don't know if I'm happy or unhappy when I laugh.

The leaves are like dew on the face to cover up the undeserved traces in the eyes, and then fall to the ground, stirring up corruption in a place to hide the sadness that should not be on the face.

Why do eye sockets fog up?

Why is there sadness on the face?

Isn't it homecoming?

"Hehe~~, where is home, where is the home of the fish clan~~!"

They are in front, not far ahead, although they are still hazy and misty, but they are very clear in their hearts, they are quietly waiting for themselves in front of them.

Is it Han Xian who is waiting?

It's waiting for the fish to come home.

Once in the Ancient Holy Plain, in the hometown of the Fish Clan, Han Xian swore to the sky, no matter who or what existence destroyed the Fish Clan, he would definitely take revenge.

"Hehe~!"

I'm laughing, my tears of laughter don't stop hanging, I Han first shook his body with zero duckweed, and the result was that because of one me, the whole fish clan became lonely, and they had no home.

to this day.

The dark leaves above his head covered the sky and saw the sun, the sinner Han Xian, the murderer Han Xian, and the eternal sinner Han Xian of the fish clan finally returned home with the lonely fish that was swaying outside.

"Hehe~!"

Laughter, listen to laughter.

This laugh must not be himself, it is the laughter of seeking pleasure, the laughter of the Patriarch of Jutian leading the clan to re-embark on the place they once guarded.

The guardian of the past.

Today's bones.

'Hehe, the original generation of protection is not for anything else, just to let those old people who have been waiting for a lifetime have a place to rest, born and Si, when they grow up in Si, born here, when they are buried here, and the fallen leaves return to their roots, which is the end. ’

Finally back.

The road still remembers that the jungle was broken, and the concealment ahead was finally unveiled at one time, and it was quietly presented in front of me, and what I saw was ......

Is it beautiful?

Is it beautiful?

Is it still beautiful compared to that day?

Quiet, since when did it start, it turns out that quietness represents no longer comfort, since when did it start, it turns out that silence is cold and hidden.

The coldness crept into the eyes along the gaze, and then filled the entire eye socket, filling the entire body and mind, and freezing everything.

What I saw was a cold white ash that was so quiet that it was gloomy for eternity, and the ground was full of sorrow.

It's not the first time I've seen this.

Thinking that the flames of that day were so big, the totem fire that the fish clan was proud of, boiling burned all the memories into ashes, and the prosperity of the entire fish clan became hoarfrost and fly ash in one torch.

As deep as the memory is, the ashes of this cover will be as deep as it is.

Time has passed so long, so far has passed, are the ashes of those memories still there?

After all, people will forget, and history will also be forgotten.

The feet are deep.

Those things seem to be different and heavy, they are ashes, but these are like ashes that the wind cannot blow, they are clinging to the ground.

It's as if it's the same place as it was when I left.

It was still pale and pale, and even the footprints that he had left were still the same, and the old footsteps were so panicked, as if the people at that time had fled because of their evil deeds, and they must have escaped that day.

There has been no change at all, the evidence of the crime is still there, and the ironclad evidence is indelible.

"Whew~!"

What are you waiting for in this place that doesn't want to drift away?

Is their reluctance to leave waiting for the lone fish to come home?

Or are they waiting for the murderer, the sinner Han Xianfu?

"Hehe~~!"

The sand is all over the ground, have you heard laughter, and the ashes of the ground, and have you heard the sound of the tail swinging of the fish in search of the source of the water?

They're back.

"Hehe~~!"

He smiled and left footprints on the white land again, step by step, this is like the patriarch of Jutian walking calmly on the homeland, step by step like looking for joy and jumping happily, so happy, returning to the clan.

Footsteps, as if there are many people, footsteps, have they all come back?

They all arrived, and they all stopped in front of the toppled totem.

There is no fire here.

The flames here are in full bloom, they don't need to burn.

In the clan land, Han Xian's face was slightly raised, feeling the cool breeze blowing from Qishui, and the slightest hint of fragrance and sweetness in the noodles was sweet.

The fish where they are at home have finally come home.

"Whew~~!"

Raise the sand.

The sand slipped from between the fingers, blown by the wind, and danced.

They are not lonely, how can they be the only ones who dance, the ash that was originally clinging to the ground and did not want to get up, the sand that was originally on the ground and did not want to leave, under the guidance of the sand between the fingers, and with the connivance of the wind on the ground, finally gave up the coldness, was rolled, and it was also automatic, and rose from the ground.

The sand is like a homecoming shadow.

Carried by the wind, carried higher and higher, the dark and blue sky were seen, and the gentle sun poured over this land that should be very warm.

The earth finally thawed.

Green grass.

See the green grass again.

Ming Ming flowers.

See Ming Ming Hua again.

The Fountain of Agility is jumping smartly, and there are a few swimming fish jumping in the water and being cheerful, they are dancing dancers, and they are thriving.

"Hehe~~!"

The wind is not stopped, this place is still here, and there must be more than one person who is smiling here, back to his hometown, he naturally laughs happily, and the wind blows and whistles like the fish patriarch gathering together and laughing.

They are in the wind, in the air, they are gone, and since they are all gone, then what am I going to stay here?

Laugh.

Make yourself laugh as much as you can, and leave with a smile step by step.

It's like sneaking into Qishui that day, step by step, turning back, although looking back and seeing that it is empty, nothing, but he still looks back like a fool.

Looking back, what do you want to find in the empty air, there are no faces in it, you know it, those people, those smiling faces, all have become sand in the air and disappeared.

You all know, so what else to watch?

"Hehe~~!"

Do you know why I'm laughing, because I don't want to cry, I know there's nothing behind me, but I watch it anyway, because I still don't want to cry.

Because I don't want to cry, I laugh hard.

Laughing, his footsteps fell on the green grass, clothed in the quiet beauty of the sun, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step in the place of guarding the fish clan.

That time.

With the skillful cooperation of the same fish clan, he sneaked into the source of Qishui, thinking that day, the clouds covered the moon, the sky and the earth were dark, and the entire fish clan was overturned by his own conspiracy.

They were unconscious, and they were sneaked into the source of Qishui by themselves in desperation.

And now?

Are they numbed by the drink again?

Sin or sin, no matter what you do, you can't get rid of it, even if you are clever and talkative, even if you have made great contributions, even if you have your hands and eyes to the sky, up and down, that is, you have bought the Buddha and immortals, obtained their forgiveness, and bribed the king of Hades, deceived its sympathy, but sin is still sin, it is slowly rising and falling in the long river of history, it is impossible to be forgotten, and it will never be erased.

On that day, he made a false statement and swore that he had escaped after pointing to the sky.

And now, after a visit to this place and another coy behavior, do the criminals want to tarnish the purity of the fish clan once?

That time is okay, is this time okay?

"Han Xian~!"

The voice, the sound that is definitely heard, as if from behind, as if in front of you, as if it was left and right, and more like it was overhead, it was definitely a familiar sound.

Listen to the sound, and the forward footsteps are quiet.

This voice is like his own, like the grandfather of the patriarch of Jutian, like a fish angry, like looking for fun, and even more like looking for return.

Hear, they are calling themselves.

"Poof~~!"

The voice, still audible, and the sound was still visible, an arrow, a penny of arrows pierced through his numb vest, and then came through his chest.

"Huh~~!"

Blood passed down the throat, and the throat squirmed as if trying to swallow the hot blood in the mouth.

But I can't do it.

The atria are broken, how can the restless and panicked blood still listen to the instructions of the person, they panic up the throat, they panic and rush open their teeth, they panic and completely cold.

Sharp arrows, these are sharp arrows that come from behind you.

In the face of the sudden break, Han Xian's numbness didn't seem to react, and in an instant, there was a sound in the air, and the unique 'whining' sound of arrows filled his ears, they were approaching, they were approaching, approaching.

Hide?

The body is heavy.

The body is very heavy.

"Poof~~~!"

Where to hide, Han Xian was as if he knew that he was going to die, and he actually gave up the struggle directly, without moving a trace under his feet, only his head was turning, in order to see which one was asking for his life, in order to find out which one was judging and killing him.

This arrow is impartial, and it is the first knee bend of South Korea.

It's a sinner, it's a villain, it's a wicked person, so how can you stand and accept the punishment, and when you are hit by an arrow in the knee, the former hero's body immediately bends and falls to the ground.

"Whew~~!"

This soil stains the blood of sinners, and it will be given the head of sinners.

It's not over.

The rotation of his head, he can finally see what is behind him, it is not a person who is killed, it is not a person who is judged, the figures are many people, unfamiliar faces, familiar people, it is the fish clan, they are pulling arrows.

Up to the elderly.

Down to the children.

Each person has a bow in their hands, and the thousands of people have pointed out, and the hatred of the ages is all aimed at themselves, and the last time they were paralyzed and careless, so that the entire clan was buried for it, and today such a thing cannot be allowed to happen.

When the iron mask is selfless, no one will be allowed to set foot in Qishui.

Guardians kill thieves.

Kill the invading thief.

"Whew~!"

The old man let go of the bowstring in his hand, the child let go of the bowstring in his hand, and the patriarch of Jutian also let go of the bowstring in his hand.

"Kill~~!"

Roar, roar, roar out of the mouth of the fish-people who don't have time to roar alive.

"Poof~~!"

Standing to kneeling, kneeling to kneeling, lying down to completely close to the ground, this is what you Han Xian deserves, you should 'die' in the hands of the fish clan, you should be 'killed' by them.