But is it really so easy to pass the night?

At least Duan He doesn't think so.

There were many nights in his life, and there were all kinds of things going on in those nights. There are those who die in the world, and there are those who love children. There are things that make him want to remember, and there are things that make him want to forget quickly. Whatever it was, in short, it was a night in the past.

It's still a night, but it's clearly not comparable to the nights of the past. Because every night is a new night, and there are new things to face.

Duan He also didn't know whether he liked such nights or rejected them. But no matter what, he had to face such a night.

That's how people live. It is true that people sometimes cannot find the meaning of their lives, but no matter what, people will not choose to die.

It's like a beggar you met in Liucheng, just like a beggar you met next to South Shaolin. They all started begging, and they lost their self-esteem. But they still chose to live.

People do not choose to die.

So people can only live, in fact, thinking about why they live is a false proposition in itself. Why can you think, because you live. So what exactly are you thinking about your life? Maybe you're alive just to think about why you're alive?

Duan He's head was a little messy, and those conversations just now made Duan He feel like he had fallen into endless exploration.

People don't get all of their brains occupied by things, but if there are too many things, people will also feel tired and feel that they can't get results from what they do.

Duan He's eyes were closed now, and his mind was full of past things, which appeared in front of Duan He over and over again. After thinking about it, I have done so many things wrong in the past that I have made myself so passive now.

Maybe I've been wrong since the day I went up the mountain.

When I was young, I thought I was sensible. He didn't want to see his father frown, because he had to pick up the sword. For a young man, the sword was too heavy, and it didn't look like mud was fun. However, this is not a choice for him. What the Duan family needs is definitely not a master of pinching clay figures, but a person who can carry the burden of the world's first sword.

So Duan Zhan sent him to the mountain and asked him to study and practice hard. Duan He still remembered the uncle who sent him up the mountain, the man who was haggard but kind to himself. He also remembered the beast he had encountered when he had gone up the mountain, and the beast was terrible to think about now. But it's okay, everything came over.

Duan He even suspected that the ghost gambled that his master Bai Xiaosheng was also sent by his father. Everything is to hone him and make him the successor of the Duan family earlier.

It's a pity that when he went down the mountain, there was no chance to become a successor.

This is really an ironic thing, and now that he thinks about it, Duan He is still a little helpless. At that time, he dramatically got the first sword in the world, but he defeated an unknown little swordsman Chen Longqi. No matter how you look at it, it's just that Wang Duan wants to ruin the reputation of the world's number one sword.

Where is the first sword in the world now? Duan He didn't know, but he knew that he was definitely not a very powerful swordsman. The name has changed, and there may not be many people in the rivers and lakes who know this name. One of my own thoughts is to make the name shiny.

The more you think about it, the more you think about it. Duan He was a little confused, confused about his future. He was going to Chen Ziyuan to see what was going on now, but what about after that? How can I find my father? Or, how can the Duan family be revived? Even if this doesn't work, can you unite the Zhusu faction? Even, I don't know if I can find Ling Li.

Having lived for so long, it seems, nothing has been accomplished.

Duan He thought of himself, he was no longer small. The man is thirty years old, and there are still four years to go before the year he stands. Now most of those who are the same age as Duan He have already started a family, and the worst ones will definitely be able to find someone to propose. Now, I have no tile to cover my body, and I have no place for my feet to stand. Speaking of which, half of my life has passed, and nothing has been accomplished.

The more he thought about it, the more helpless Duan He became. These things were tangled in his head, and he had no other way but to think about it.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for this kind of thinking to stop. Because, it's dawn.

In fact, it was not yet dawn, but it was only because of a rain that made the frizz in the air translucent. Therefore, when the moon shines on the whole sky, the sky is somewhat cloudy. On the southernmost mountain, Duan Heneng felt the charm of dawn earlier than many people.

When the day dawns, the mood will be much better. It is said that those who fight wine and write hundreds of poems will choose to compose poems at night. Because at night, there is less frizz for half a day, which can make people quiet. Duan He is not a literati and will not have that kind of state of mind. But he could feel it very really. At night, it does make people think about more things.

It was dawn, and Duan He woke up, or he hadn't slept at all. He didn't sleep for a few days in a row, it wouldn't have much impact on Duan He, he just needed to close his eyes and recuperate for a while, and his spirit would come back. This is the result of years of hard work. Duan He was very satisfied, and he was very conceited about this.

He first looked in the direction of Lao Chen, and sure enough, they hadn't woken up yet. Duan He glanced at it and immediately moved away from Lao Chen and them.

This Lao Chen is not an ordinary person, Duan He didn't dare to get too close, to see if he woke up or not, it was already a challenge for Duan He. Lao Chen's feelings around him are more acute than his own, this is a talent, and it is difficult to compare.

After waiting a little longer, the sun rose. The morning sun is not dazzling, and it is somewhat soft. But this soft feeling is enough to wake people from their slumber.

Lao Chen opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and then looked at the soil around him.

This is a normal reaction, and it is also what a passerby should do. In this regard, Lao Chen is much better than Duan He.

Last night's rain couldn't have dried all of it, and at a time like this, there would have been a lot of dew. Lao Chen looked at the appearance around him and continued to lie down and sleep.

This is not a good time to rush, and it is indeed necessary to rush early. But the premise is that you can be sure that you can get there. Obviously, if you rush now, the road is still very muddy.

Li Sihong hasn't woken up yet, and he doesn't know if his appearance will change if he has changed. Duan He was looking at Li Sihong now, and he felt that he was much softer than in the past. No longer so arrogant, no longer so tough.

He's a man, but people forget that he's just a man.

A man is carrying too many things. Perhaps, it will be so.

(End of chapter)

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