When the brief darkness disappeared in front of him, what appeared in his sight was a picturesque landscape, the nameless mountain peaks were still green, the nameless blue lake was still sparkling, but everything was far calmer than when he came.

The once magnificent mountain villa is now gone, replaced by a collapsed roof, green vines lingering, wild grass growing, covering the once bloody bluestone steps, burying how much of the past has been buried.

In this unfamiliar area, Lin Ji's eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of the sun's fall, in the ruins of the villa, a trace of bamboo sound swayed out, raised his steps and heard the sound, stepped over the green steps, stepped on the broken ancient tiles, and finally, appeared in his sight is a grass house, standing quietly in the sun.

A figure, a little hunchbacked, old, but equally unfamiliar and familiar.

The figure seemed to sense the arrival of Lin Ji's inexplicable guest, and slowly turned around...

The bluestone steps are piled up with withered yellow fallen leaves, and the green vines spread on them are extraordinarily green, and stepping on them will make a rustling sound, perhaps it is the sound of footsteps, or the breath of the living, which alarms the old figure.

The figure turned around slowly, the years had left too many marks on his face, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the star-bright eyes.

It's still him, and what is impressive is often the sadness between his eyebrows, which can't be erased even if he is in the bright smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, but time passes.

Maybe it's because of the wrinkles, the sadness between the eyebrows is no longer obvious, Lin Ji's impression of him at the moment is more like an old man in the twilight, and his hands don't look like the hands holding the sword, because the hand holding the sword will not tremble.

At this time, the old man was holding the teacup, a little shaky, and the tea stains were splashed, but he didn't realize it.

"Sit down and drink a cup of coarse tea?" was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, although it was a question, but it was a matter of what he meant······ He placed the teacup in his hand lightly on the table, pointed to the teapot, and then to the empty teacup next to him.

Lin Ji picked up the teapot and filled two teacups, the tea in this teapot was not fragrant, perhaps because it had been soaked too many times, and the water poured out was like boiled water.

"This tea has no taste. But at this moment, he quietly picked up the man's teacup, no cow swallowed it, and the aftertaste was precipitated on the tip of his tongue with the tea, and he tasted it carefully and made his so-called evaluation.

This tea is very ordinary, as Lin Ji said, it is so tasteless, if it is not for the taste problem, could it be that the old man is so poor that he can't even afford to make tea? Or maybe this tea is just right for the old man's appetite.

"When I was young, I liked to drink weak tea, a faint green and sweet taste," the teacup swayed, and the tea would be scattered at any time, but his eyes did not stay on the teacup in his hand, but in the distance, where the weeds grew wildly and the green vines lingered, but could not hide the two high mounds of earth.

It may be another long and complicated story, but it's a pity that he ran into Lin Ji, a person who has never liked to listen to stories, so he understands Lin Ji, and he didn't mention it more, just quietly tasting tea.

"When you're old, you're old, and the weak tea doesn't seem to taste right, so it's changed to drinking bitter tea, but it's just bitter, and bitterness without characteristics can be regarded as a characteristic. Suddenly complained again, he picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, his eyes slowly closed, the afternoon sun was very mild, it was very sleepy, the old man was even more obvious, the old man seemed to be asleep, and he didn't speak again for a long time.

Lin Ji didn't think about it, he looked at the old man's face sleeping on his side in the sun, it was as yellow as dusk, it should be lifeless, but in fact it was like the dawn sun of the newborn, plain and warm, plain and bland, isn't this exactly what he wanted?

More and more feel that the old man at this moment seems extraordinarily peaceful, he did not open his mouth to interrupt the old man's nap, the young man is full of energy, a person bored to look up at the sun, he is a little thirsty, naturally picked up the teacup and took a sip, and found that this plain tea, but there is a faint green and sweet taste.

This tea is as light as water, it should have no taste, but it tastes very tasty, and after another sip, the taste is still there.

"When I was young, I liked to drink weak tea, a faint green and sweet taste..."Just as the old man's previous words came to his ears, listening to the sound of insects chirping from the corner of the Broken Villa, his mood gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually closed, and soon the sound of napping sounded.

The two of them gradually fell asleep in the autumn sunshine.

But even though it was autumn, the noon sun was still quite poisonous, and after about half an hour, the young man slowly woke up with hazy eyes, glanced at the old man who was still asleep, he smiled, got up and drank the remaining tea in the teacup.

"This tea has no taste, it's bland, it's me who makes it taste, and what makes it not bland is because I'm not willing to be bland..."Lin Ji muttered softly, not knowing if it was a dream or reality for a while.

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"My life is very old-fashioned, like a comic book, repeating and repeating, so it's very tedious!" I don't know if he woke up, like a drunken drunkard, well, drunk and spit out the truth.

Lin Ji is not a person suitable for listening to stories, but he happened to have just fallen asleep, and now he doesn't feel tired, and he is bored to listen to a few sentences, which is roughly clear, so the evaluation to the old man is that life is like a play, and he has watched too many dramas and looked down on life!

The old man was born in a scholarly family, he is a scholar if he says it well, and he is a nerd who reads to death if he doesn't say it well, and he is praised as a family of emperors for three generations, the so-called teacher who accompanies the prince to school, this person is kind-hearted! I can't kill chickens and dogs, blood, I'm afraid I'll faint if I see too much.

But the plot is old-fashioned is that the family was slaughtered for no reason, and it can't escape from the royal family after a long time, speaking of the general plot direction, isn't that the history of blood and tears revenge of a person and a dynasty? But in fact, the plot reversal starts with a person's words before he dies.

Generally speaking, this revenge is still exquisite, and it is divided into Wenfu and Wufu, this Wenfu, that is a scholar's story, this Wufu, that is the story of a warrior, it has always been said that there are very few Wufu successes, after all, a person can rarely compete with a dynasty.

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as provoking Lin Ji's heart thorn, this is different at the beginning, the process seems to be the same, it can be regarded as interested, and he continued to listen without dozing, and he could be called it with relish.

Saying that day, the bloody rain and bloody wind, the cold wind was blowing hard, I am afraid that no one is not clear about the gloom of that day, the family is full of doors, hundreds of lives up and down, even the maid and slave did not escape, although the face of the dead is angry, but it is also peaceful, as if he knows that his death has come.

This scourge is always left behind, hiding under a large group of corpses, blood staining the whole body is not found by the killer after all, waiting for the sky to be dark, drilling out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses, this bitter! Crying! A child who is more than ten years old, he still can't see blood, and he doesn't know what to be scared like at this time!

But the tears came and went quickly, I don't know if it was too big, and for a while it was also enlightened, and I began to look at whether anyone survived.

The first sentence of this opening is not the same as it used to be: "Son, don't avenge us." "It's bloodless, but seventy or eighty don't have much life, where does it come from? But there are exceptions, this old man is even a strange and different.

opened his mouth and said: "Don't fucking cry, remember, avenge us and learn some good skills, there are more than 100 people in our family, you will kill him by thousands, Lao Tzu was a living dog in the first half of his life, and in the future, our children and grandchildren will learn martial arts and fuck him." ”

In the tone of a scholar, this is called a vulgar! But I like it, but as a grandson, this child who has not grown up is a tendon of a filial son, and he can remember every word clearly, and his life in the future can be regarded as nonsense and sadness.

This teenage scholar's physique, that is a weak can be explained? Obviously, it's a little more wasteful, it's okay, this has been crawling and rolling for several years, barely surviving, and has worshiped a few unknown liar masters left and right, and learned the ability to kill chickens and dogs.

This is not an opportunity to say that this person is not an opportunity, this person, the time period of brain opening is so wonderful, old to get a child, no, it is wrong, the older you are, the more bloody you are, no, the old and young in your twenties, after all, you are enlightened and have embarked on the road of martial arts.

It was a sword, a very simple long sword, but it seemed to be able to talk to himself like a human being, and what this scholar did was often to moan without illness, and finally found a confidant, and bought this sword after spending some money and gritting his teeth.

As before, the sword is an ordinary long sword, but with you, it is like a friend, listening to him talk about bitter water, and then silently comforting him in his own way, over the years, they have walked through some mountains and rivers, and have seen a lot, during which they can be regarded as officially stepping on the battlefield of martial arts, that is, "rivers and lakes"!

As soon as the rivers and lakes enter, it is karma, or it is evil fate, this person, the most uncontrollable thing is his own nature, even if a scholar does not have the idea of saving the country and becoming a talent, there is always some righteous and upright rotten heart, no, a lot of nosy, people are also famous, but also caused some inexplicable trouble, after all, they have encountered a situation where they must kill people.

That was the first time he had killed someone, and his hands trembled very quickly, and he couldn't stop, but when the blood stained the sword of the long sword, he forgot to tremble, because he suddenly felt a pang of grief in his heart, and he felt that killing with a sword seemed to be a betrayal to his friend.

In the following days, there were more and more pursuits, longer and longer escapes, and more and more accustomed to injuries, but he never used a sword to kill, he learned some nondescript fists and kicks, and he could barely survive, but he was just a tendon.

One day, he was forced to die, and there was no direction to escape, and he also lost the idea of escaping.

Just like now, it was only at this moment that he suddenly remembered that his family revenge had not been avenged, why did he face more than 100 of his family members and convince people with virtue? Seeing more dead people and seeing more rivers and lakes, he felt that he was wrong, and he was a little extreme to stop killing by killing, but he felt that there was something suitable for his own life!

After figuring it out, the crippled body has no power to resist, so he can only accept his fate, accept his fate, and no matter what the enemy wants to say before he dies to make him regret something, he stroked his friends and brothers who had not been used for a long time on his side with one hand, it was a sword, as ordinary as when he first saw it, but it seemed to have more flesh and blood.

The enemy's sneer accompanied by the weapon in his hand was going to take his life in the end, he didn't care, he was a little free, he didn't want to kill, and he didn't want to stain the long sword that had not been used for a long time, he thought that this was the benefit of death, at most he went down to the underworld and let his grandfather insult it!

Close your eyes and prepare to accept your own death, but someone can't accept it, no, there is a sword that can't accept it, the sword in his hand trembled, attracting his heart, and then he came out of his hand, raging flying attack, like a deadly Hades killed all his enemies, this sword that had been raised for more than three years, and finally sacrificed his life, the broken sword body took away the last trace of blood, he survived, but he lost a friend, the only friend.

Of course, he did want to die, but then he thought that this was his "friend's" choice, and if he didn't live, he would be sorry for his hard work, and he thought like this, but the real pain could not be written.

This night, he cried, the first cry since the destruction of the door, just for a friend who had passed away, tears fell wordlessly, he forced his body to recover some strength in this rainy world to find up, he looked for every piece of his "friend" body.

The rain was heavy and the night was long, but it took him the night to finish, and at dawn the rain stopped, and the sun came out with interest, and by the sun and the rain and mist, a brilliant rainbow bridge, beautiful imperfection, and his face was henceforth clothed with a colder sorrow.

In the next few years, the older he gets, the faster his cultivation progresses, he seems to have enlightened, and he who missed the best time to practice gradually has the talent to match the pride of the sky, and this talent is more manifested in the way of the sword, he has realized it? maybe, every time he thinks like this, he always quietly wipes the new sword that appears next to him, it is still ordinary, and even the appearance is exactly like the previous one, but it is always different.

This sword is a recast of the body of his "friend", but it is not his "friend" after all, and the reason why he uses this sword now may be out of the familiarity that is more sensitive than other long swords, the familiar taste has not changed, but it has changed again.

This sword was often used by him to ruthlessly tear apart the newcomers who tried to make a name for themselves, or the enemies who came to the door for no reason, and he settled down, under a nameless mountain, the nameless lake swept away his murderous intentions that he did not want to kill.

In the next few years, few people came to the door again, and that was because everyone who came to the door died, he had no friends, all the enemies came, he was very lonely, and when he was lonely, he wiped his sword, and gradually he made a decision, and it seemed that everything had reached the time of the showdown.

Another three years passed, and in the past three years, he rarely made a move, occasionally someone came to the door to look for trouble, and he never used a sword, and some people speculated that his ability had a great detachment, but no one knew that he had not cultivated in the past three years, he just stayed in this piece of his own paradise, doing what he had spent three years doing.

A sword that is not out of the sheath only kills people, and a sword that does not come out of the sheath is sometimes more ruthless than a sword that comes out of the sheath! He raised the sword for three years only to kill people, and he only made a break with the past of nearly 20 years.

That day the dawn was about to rise, he was gone, leaving this mountain and this water, this old place, he walked to the royal city, that day the sun was about to set, he arrived, to the deep palace wall, the place of life, he shot at the royal city.

This day is not very special, but if you want to choose, just because the year "it" died is also this day, he doesn't think he can live in this line, but he still comes, if he wants to die, die on the same day, it is a coincidence, and it is also a consolation.

"It seemed to be raining that day. Time and memory were two sides of the conflict, and he was a little confused, and his surroundings were the same as that day, and it gradually began to rain in the sky, and it began to rain strangely blood-colored rain, so that the blood flowing on the ground did not know when it came.

A trembling figure, if he wasn't wearing a crown, who knew that he was, no, now the lord of the dynasty, he doesn't want to hear the so-called truth, he doesn't believe in the justice of the world, but believes in some cause and effect, this day he is only to kill, even if the dynasty is turbulent and the people are displaced, his appearance is still the same as he used to be, he is a former scholar, but his heart seems to have changed, he never thinks that he is selfless, selfishness is more appropriate.

On that day, all the hidden power of the dynasty was dispatched, he was very strong, but he was not besieged by everyone, he was still crazy, because he began to hold his long sword that had not been unsheathed for three years, at this moment the world stood still, he had time to spare, so he only said a word, and only swung a sword.

"Are you willing to be my friend now?" asked with low self-esteem, at this moment he was very ordinary, just a mortal who had been lonely for half his life! The sword was not unsheathed, but the frequency of trembling was getting faster and faster, was that a promise? He smiled and confirmed this guess.

A sword out, everything is scattered, a bright light enough to shine in the sky, that is the sword light carries a fierce power, like the heavenly thunder punishing the world directly chasing the royal city, that day, he disappeared, some people say he died, some people say he is not dead, only know that the sword is destroyed again.

It's just that the cottage was burned down overnight, and a grass hut was born here, and there was one less man with a sword, but one more old man without a sword, and he set up two earth graves, but they were empty and nothing was buried, because where was his heart buried.

There should have been three hearts, and one more should have let him linger, thinking of this, he woke up, and Lin Ji really woke up!

Life, born in reality, living in dreams, seems to be the way it should be.

Lin Ji looked at the old man who opened his eyes, he seemed to be plain and unremarkable, and he seemed to have such a past!

"Awake?" was the old man's mouth, he just opened his eyes, but instead asked Lin Ji.

Lin Ji didn't speak, and took another sip of the tea in his hand, which was very bitter, and then he replied with certainty: "Wake up." “

"That's good, you should go too!" He also took a sip of tea, and he said slowly, as if he didn't care, but he didn't let Lin Ji care.

"That sword is under that mound?" he guessed, but he always felt that there was something missing from that dream, and those things seemed to have some kind of prohibition and were not displayed in front of Lin Ji, so he started with that sword.

"You're very smart, but that sword isn't here" said no more, as if he was afraid that Lin Ji would find something else. "Then wait until you fall asleep before you go, and think less about it. Lin Ji replied simply, but waited undoubtedly.

So the two were speechless·······