Chu Huaiyang's lips moved slightly, as if he was silently reciting this poem, his eyes staring at his wife on the painting affectionately, tears welling up in his eyes.

Mu Xuechen and the three of them were also attracted by this painting at the same time, and were moved by this affectionate woman and the unrepentant love; among them, Zhao Xinrong was the most touched, and even she was very envious of this deceased woman, because even though she and her lover lived separately and rarely got together, and now they are separated by yin and yang, but after all, she has had it, and she has been happy!

Until the moment she died, she still had no regrets in her heart, and the only regret was that she couldn't see Ailang before she died.

As for himself, although he is with the lover in his heart every day, he has no support or sustenance for this emotion.

Looking at it, Zhao Xinrong seemed to see a stunning woman facing a table full of delicacies but had no appetite, in her eyes, there was no lover by her side, no matter how delicious the food was, it was just scraps; even if she had unparalleled wealth and power, there was only loneliness in her heart, only the thoughts of her lover who was far away in the world!

Once upon a time, looking into the distance, looking forward to the lover coming back, but every time can only see each other in a dream; in the middle of the night, a woman gets up, trying to dress up, even in a dream to let her lover see her most beautiful side, drizzling outside the window, sitting alone on the dresser, even the luxurious clothes and accessories have become dull and colorless; roll up the bed curtain, hoping to see the lover sleeping quietly next to him in the next moment, but there is still only an empty lonely bed, helplessly re-fall the curtain, sitting alone under the lonely lamp, I hope that the next time I turn around, the lover is already beside me, embroidering a new account with myself。

Zhao Xinrong has been completely rendered by this painting, touched by the deep affection of the woman in the painting, and felt by the affection that he has no sustenance. Two lines of tears have slipped from the corners of Zhao Xinrong's eyes.

Mu Xuechen has a lot of thoughts in his heart, I am afraid that there are few women in the world who are so persistent, now that the sect has been wiped out, and even the only relic is missing, at this moment, Mu Xuechen can fully understand the pain in the heart of the old man opposite!

The love in my heart died, leaving me alone to survive, the only hope and emotions were pinned on that hairpin, and where this hairpin was lost, I was powerless to go and unable to recover!

"Senior, to be honest, if it were according to my intentions, I would not have accepted your request, but in the face of an affectionate innocent woman, I had to be moved. I can only say that I will go when I have the ability, and there is no guarantee when I will go!" Mu Xuechen pondered for a long time before he said heavily.

Chu Huaiyang gently stroked the woman in the painting, his eyes were gentle and delicate, and after a long time, he raised his head and looked at Mu Xuechen sincerely: "So, thank you!"

"However, there is a doubt in the next place, and I hope that the seniors will not hesitate to tell you!" Mu Xuechen thought for a while, always mindful of Chu Huaiyang's killing intent that flashed just now, since he has a request for himself, it is better to solve this doubt by the way, such a potential threat is always a catastrophe for Wu Die'er.

Chu Huaiyang glanced at the dancing butterfly who was naturally immersed in the painting, and said helplessly: "The evil son's eyes are like torches, it seems that the old man can't hide it if he wants to!"

"Thirty years ago, my father was killed by the hand of Wu Qiongxiao, the head of the dancer family, and the reason for this, I still haven't found out! Originally, I wanted to kill her just now, but after you are my benefactor, the old marshal, I have to give up the idea of killing her!" Chu Huaiyang said embarrassedly: "It was also the year my father died, I met my wife, if it wasn't for the shepherd's rescue, I'm afraid my wife would have been killed by the bandits at that time!"

Hearing this, Mu Xuechen was also speechless, but the world is such a coincidence.

Wu Die'er was drenched in sweat suddenly, she didn't expect that she had already broken through the ghost gate, if this Chu Huaiyang made a move, she would never be lucky to survive!

Even if Chu Huaiyang no longer has the idea of killing himself now, Wu Die'er is still afraid in her heart.

"Die'er thanks her predecessors for not killing her! The cause of her father's death, when Die'er returns home, she will definitely find out and give her seniors a satisfactory explanation!"

"Thank you......" After looking at the dancing butterfly for a long time, Chu Huaiyang said with a complicated look in his eyes.

"That's it, the past, let her pass" Chu Huaiyang sighed, no longer entangled, but said to Mu Xuechen again: "I see that the evil son's cultivation is the way of the sword, although you can't feel the killing aura on you, but there is a faint appearance of blood!

"Oh, how can the seniors see it, although they are also decisive in the next generation, they have not yet cultivated the Tao with their own love!" Mu Xuechen frowned and said puzzled.

"That's just that the son hasn't really found his own way, besides, do you dare to say that you really don't cultivate the Tao with love? What is affection, what is ruthlessness, acquaintance, evil son, the old man sent a sentence to the son 'Don't lose the person in front of you', the height is cold, although you can reach the peak, but it is always lonely, only love is eternal!"

Mu Xuechen lowered her head and pondered, what kind of path did she take? What is affection and what is ruthlessness?

Why did I want to learn swords, it was just to be strong, to defeat the disease, to be able to accompany my parents forever, until later, when I came into contact with a deeper realm, I thought of climbing to the peak, the peak of martial arts!

Since then, his state of mind has also undergone subtle changes, and he has also devoted all his body and mind to martial arts, clinging to the sword, and nothing else!

For Zhao Xinrong's love for himself. I have always understood that although I have always rejected her, Dancing Butterfly is one of the reasons, but I am more afraid that I will ignore Zhao Xinrong because of my dedication to kendo, so that a young girl will waste a lot of time, in that way, Mu Xuechen can't afford it, and she can't afford to bear such an emotion.

But is it really for her good to reject Zhao Xinrong?

For the first time, Mu Xuechen had doubts about her approach.

And himself, is he indifferent to Zhao Xinrong? He has love for Zhao Xinrong and still loves Dancing Butterfly, but he only has one love, how can he divide it into two? In this way, whether it is Zhao Xinrong or Dancing Butterfly, it is unfair!

In the face of Zhao Xinrong's affection, if he didn't realize it, wouldn't he be ruthless to Zhao Xinrong? Then, the reason is that he will really embark on the ruthless sword path in the future!

Thinking of this, Mu Xuechen was sweating profusely, if it weren't for Chu Huaiyang's words today, I am afraid that he would really be catastrophic in the future, Chu Huaiyang's words are like an initiation!