The meal didn't last long, and Liang Mo didn't take out the wine that Yang Han bought, saying that it was because the tea boss didn't like the taste of wine.

It's also a hassle-free.

In the afternoon, Liang Mo still didn't start teaching Liu Mingfan and Yang Han, but just asked them to stand in the forest with their own swords. When you can fall asleep and still hold the sword, it's enough.

Liu Mingfan happened to be idle, and with Yang Han, he quietly felt the breeze in this world.

Spring tea is born, spring rain is in full bloom, and the mountain stream and flowers knock on whom, out of the mountain gate, into the mountain gate.

Very rarely, Liu Mingfan would be in the mood to think about this. Whether it was in the mountain city, or before coming to the mountain city, there has never been. In retrospect, although my previous self was always busy and thinking, what was really busy might just be that unwillingness?

Unwilling to do this, he walked over.

It's childish.

Liu Mingfan doesn't know if he is mature now, or whether he is worthy of the word "mature". A year ago, I was all myself, and I was able to work hard for a few years just because of my unwillingness, even if I had no clue, I wouldn't hesitate. At that time, I was still paying attention to kindness and morality in the face of the murderer and the killed, was it stupid or compassionate?

I don't know.

It's just that if he meets Qi Han again now, he won't be so desperate to arrest him anymore.

Everyone has the right to fight for their lover's life, Qi Han is like this, and so is he Liu Mingfan.

Where is there so much right and wrong? Even if there is, who cares?

This night, Liu Mingfan still had that dream, but the feeling became stronger and stronger, and the vague places before became clearer and clearer. He now knew that it was his soul healing, and that the fragments of memory were merging into his mind one by one as the soul was repaired. When his memories are fully restored, it will be time for his soul to heal.

Liu Mingfan could feel that this time would not be long.

The next day.

"Hey, junior brother!" Early in the morning, Yang Han gave Liu Mingfan a tiger pounce as soon as they met, and almost threw Liu Mingfan in the corridor.

"Wocao, what are you doing?"

"Hurry up and call senior brother, call senior brother and call senior brother senior brother!" Yang Han was not embarrassed, from the corridor to the classroom, it could make Liu Mingfan make trouble.

"Drinking too much?"

"I started earlier than you, so you should call me Senior Brother!"

"You're so bored. Liu Mingfan glanced at Yang Han and stopped messing around with him. The last person who could make him make a fuss should be Xu Yifan. After graduation, everyone went their separate ways, and he was busy with the tasks of the academy, so he never said that he would contact him again, and he didn't know what he was like now.

"Isn't class boring," Yang Han waved his sword in the air a few times, and it looked quite a bit, "Learn the sword, Xingxia, this is what I want." It's not that I don't know what my father expects from me, but what's the use of learning the art of a literati now? I really don't want to go into politics! I don't know what they will say about me when they know that I learn the sword. ”

"You can't blame your father, if it weren't for those so-called officials who messed up the government back then, your family wouldn't have suffered that downfall. Liu Mingfan pursed his lips, not very concerned. Who has read history doesn't know the tragedy of the Yang family, and the loyalty of a good family was finally reduced to the old age and death of the border, and it was almost a successor.

Chongwen suppressed martial arts, just four words, but it buried the loyalty of three generations.

Why do you need a horse leather shroud? Leave my bones under the yellow sand, and kill me thousands of miles behind me!

"Hey, forget it, take it one step at a time. Yang Han threw his hand and fell on the table, wilting.

It's very similar to Liu Mingfan's appearance in high school.

Suddenly, there was a big move!

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Did the house shake just now?"

"Is it the Earth Dragon that has turned over?"

In an instant, the classroom seemed to explode, and everyone's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden vibration, even Professor Wang on the stage.

"Be quiet, be quiet! Classmates be quiet first!" I don't know when a tall man stood outside the door, with metal glasses framed on the bridge of his nose, very like a foreign scholar.

But no one paid attention to him.

"Liu Mingfan, Liu Mingfan, is Liu Mingfan here?" he began to shout by name.

"Eh, Liu Mingfan, call you!" Yang Han glanced at the tall man and stabbed Liu Mingfan with his elbow.

"I don't know him. ”

"I know, my second uncle, Yang Zhongguo, is our school committee!"

"Two, two what?"

"Eh, don't worry about this, he's a resolute master, there must be something wrong with being in such a hurry to find you!"

"Something?" Liu Mingfan muttered in a low voice, but still walked over.

"Liu Mingfan, well, come with me. Yang Zhongguo didn't talk nonsense, and when he saw Liu Mingfan, he turned his head and left, his steps in a hurry.

Soon they were in a room, and they didn't write what they were for.

Yang Zhongguo opened the door for Liu Mingfan, made a gesture of invitation to him, and then stretched out his hand to stop Yang Han, signaling that he could not go in.

"Huh?" Liu Mingfan was stunned and glanced at Yang Zhongguo, but it seemed that the other party did not mean to explain.

It can only be hard-headed.

It was daytime, but the room was pitch black, and thick curtains covered the sky, swallowing it up.

It's a giant mouth.

Liu Mingfan walked to the junction of light and darkness at the door and stood there.

With just one step, it could be a catastrophe.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the door behind him suddenly closed, and the room became invisible, and the whole world became wide.

Endless loneliness.

Liu Mingfan suddenly felt that something was beginning to sprout in his heart, very unfamiliar, but very familiar. Like, once, this belonged to him.

He died once, so the feeling was gone, and now it's back.

The heartbeat of "poof, poof, poof...... is so clear in the tranquility of the moment.

Liu Mingfan seemed to see something, but he couldn't see it.

Red, is that blood?

Why did the trickle cover my eyes? Frost and snow, whose thoughts were buried?

Like, lost everything.

Father.

Ah Wei.

Chiran.

One Sail.

Sigui.

Fu Town.

All of them.

All dead.

"Am I, alone?" Liu Mingfan suddenly opened his mouth, this tone, I don't know if it's a question, or a narrative.

"Puff pass! puff pass!" Liu Mingfan's heart beat faster, as fast as if he wanted to sprinkle the blood in his chest all over this boundless world, so that the world would look a little colorful!

It's just that he forgot that in the dark, the blood was also dull.

In Liu Mingfan's hand, I don't know when there was an extra giant axe.

Prajna.

"Don't die!!" Liu Mingfan suddenly raised the giant axe in his hand and slashed forward.

Groundbreaking.

A hint of clarity.