The Wuhan River came here alone, and the lake here is shallow and clear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lake Kasuga is surrounded by a circle of low trees.

The midday sun peeked through the cracks in the leaves, dappling the ground.

Wu Hanjiang stood in the spot of light, and when the breeze blew, the strands of his hair became restless.

The shadows that fell on him and the countless fragments of light moved with the swaying leaves.

Everything in the heavens and the earth kept moving, and it seemed that only he did not move, his feet did not move, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword did not move.

He stood there silently, like a statue.

But the look on his face was more serious than ever, and his expression seemed to be facing a formidable foe he had never encountered.

But there was not a single figure to be seen except for the breeze-wrinkled lake and the reckless trees.

But the sword in his hand became tighter and tighter, and every muscle in his body jumped, as if he was facing a decisive battle, a decisive battle between you and me.

But his body remained motionless until now.

As the sun began to set in the west, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, and his sword trembled in his hand.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if awakened from a nightmare, and as soon as he opened them, he immediately stared at his sword.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and he exhaled helplessly, and said to himself: "Why, why can't you break through?"

It turned out that he was practicing, and others were practicing with their eyes open, but he was closed. Others practice as fast as lightning, or move like a tiger, no matter what, they can't do without the stretching of their hands and feet, but he doesn't move, he doesn't even move his fingers, what kind of martial arts is he practicing?

At this moment, his entire body suddenly withered like a deflated ball, and not breaking through meant standing still, how terrible it was to stand still.

With his current martial arts, if he hasn't improved greatly, then ...... Then he will most likely not be able to do anything.

Nothing can be done means nothing can be protected, and he doesn't want anyone to sacrifice anymore.

He hopes that everyone here will be alive in the end.

Thinking of this, he suddenly drew his sword, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

The sword was drawn like a dragon, like a tiger's roar......

Still shaking his head dissatisfied, he retracted his sword into its sheath and lifted his face obscured by the clouds......

… Disconsolate...... Helpless......

It was already time to hold the lamp, and Wu Hanjiang came out of the woods, his body covered with a layer of dew, and his hair was wet.

He didn't seem to care at all, and walked out of the reckless forest with his feet raised, his steps were light, but his mood was extremely heavy.

It was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head, so he had to rub his hands on his stiff face to make himself look better, at least not to make people feel hopeless.

He also deliberately cleared his throat to make his voice less dejected.

After doing this, he suddenly noticed a man sitting on the dirt floor in front of him.

A big fat man who looked clumsy and sluggish, Huang Dafu rubbed his knees and stood up, as if he had just seen Wu Hanjiang.

Wu Hanjiang looked at him and said, "What are you doing here?"

Huang Dafu said lazily: "I...... I don't want to be alone, so I'm here with you."

Wu Hanjiang said: "You have always been here?"

Huang Dafu blinked and said, "I'm here, but I definitely don't mean to disturb you, don't worry."

Wu Hanjiang suddenly said, "Are you doing the same thing as me?"

Huang Dafu hurriedly shook his head and said, "I'm just boring ......", and before he finished speaking, he was intercepted by Wu Hanjiang and said, "What's the progress?"

Huang Dafu shook his head again and again, like a prisoner who refused to confess to death, but Wu Hanjiang's eyes kept staring at him.

When his joking action stopped, suddenly Leng Buding and Wu Hanjiang's eyes collided, like two glasses of old wine that had been treasured for hundreds of years collided together, and tears spilled out like hops.

There were tears in Huang Dafu's eyes, and there were also crystal things flashing in the Wuhan River.

The two of them stared at each other silently, like comrades meeting on a battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The end of the hero and the twilight of the beauty are the most helpless things in the world.

At this time, here, here, here, how could their feelings be different.

In contrast, it may be even more bleak.

Wu Hanjiang suddenly smiled and said, "What about them?"

Huang Dafu hurriedly hid his tears and said, "They should be cooking at this time."

Wu Hanjiang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, let's go back to dinner."

Huang Dafu also jumped and said as if he was fine: "Brother Longxi is almost awake, let's have a good meal."

Wu Hanjiang was very happy when he saw him, and he couldn't help laughing, "Well, the three of us haven't drunk together for a long time."

In the dark woods, beside the silent lake, a string of laughter sounded.

Huang Dafu has never seen Wu Hanjiang smile like today, and Wu Hanjiang has never seen Huang Dafu so mature as today.

Although I haven't seen them, they are all their truest side.

They both felt a long-standing sense of intimacy and warmth from each other.

Back at the manor, the large courtyard that had been very lively a few days ago was now deserted like a cemetery.

To their great surprise, laughter could be heard again in the cemetery.

When Wu Hanjiang and Huang Dafu walked into the house, they saw Long Xi sitting at the table, and he had changed into a brand new dress.

His people were also in a lot of spirits, and Wu Hanjiang almost didn't dare to recognize it, staring at him coldly.

Sitting at the table were Tian Xiaoye and Xiaohong, their faces without the slightest trace of sorrow, as if their whole people were like new.

Huang Dafu pointed at them and said, "Do you remember me?"

Long Xi dragged him to the table, pointed to the steaming wine and food, and said, "Brother Huang, these are all your favorite foods."

Then he beckoned Wu Hanjiang to sit down, and shouted loudly: "Sit down, sit down, what's going on with you one by one, you even have to be called to eat."

Wu Hanjiang sat down, glanced at Long Xi again, and said, "Are all the injuries on your body healed?"

Long Xi hurriedly patted his chest and said, "What injuries can I have, I'm fine."

Huang Dafu saw his lively appearance, and he also wandered, and said, "You...... It's best if you're okay, I'm still worried that you'll ......", the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, and then he laughed: "It's okay to forget all the unpleasant things."

Long Xi raised his wine glass and sighed with a smile: "Okay, everyone, come on, let's drink it all."

The three men and two women all raised their glasses at the same time, and drank the wine in the glass with great pride.

Stopping the wine glass in his hand and putting down the chopsticks, Wu Hanjiang returned to his former solemnity, and said with a solemn face: "Have you thought of a way to deal with her?"

"She?" Long Xi didn't seem to understand what Wu Hanjiang said, so he used chopsticks to tong another piece of back pot meat and put it in Wu Hanjiang's bowl, and said, "This meat is good, it's burned in peanut oil, you can taste it."

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