Wang Xiaoer didn't think about it, pushed Tang Bai away, the sword light pierced Wang Xiaoer's chest, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, and finally showed a kind smile.

Wang Xiaoer doesn't know martial arts, saving people is just his kind nature, he doesn't regret it, so he smiles.

Life is so fragile and short-lived, what could be more important than life?

It is the heart of a person, a kind heart, a grateful heart, and a brave heart.

Yan Feifei reacted, and with one punch, the person was blown into flesh.

Tang Bai's reaction was very fast, and he came to his senses the moment he was pushed away, looking at the old man who fell beside him, there was an evil fire burning in his heart, as if he wanted to burn all the wicked people in this world to ashes.

Wang Xiaoer died peacefully, with a smile on his face, perhaps, he understood the meaning of life better than many people.

Tang Bai didn't expect that it was an old man who was a little strange who saved him, and he used his own life. Looking at this face that had gone through vicissitudes, Tang Bai's heart was heavy and full of gratitude.

Yan Feifei didn't speak, she didn't know what she could say, because any language was pale.

After a long time, Tang Bai picked up Wang Xiaoer's body and walked towards the 'Liufu Teahouse', Yan Feifei followed behind, like Tang Bai's shadow.

Tang Bai pushed open the shop door, Yan Feifei put the two tables together, Tang Bai put Wang Xiaoer lightly on the table, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and when he stood up again, he found a woman in her forties standing outside the store, standing motionless at the door with tears on her face.

This is Wang Xiaoer's mother-in-law, Tang Bai has seen her a few times, I don't know her name, I only know that she is a mute.

Wang Xiaoer's home was not far from the 'Luofu Teahouse', and when Wang Xiaoer pushed Tang Bai away to meet the long sword, the dumb man saw very clearly that she was coming to the teahouse at that time.

Tang Bai wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

The mute was silent, not that she couldn't speak, but that only the old man on the table was left in her teary eyes. She wiped the blood stains on Wang Xiaoer's face with her sleeve, helped him tidy up his messy bun, and then waved her hand to signal Tang Bai and the two to go out.

Tang Bai bowed and walked out, at this time, Wang Xiaoer should completely belong to his mother-in-law.

In the distance, some people looked at this side from afar, whispering, but no one dared to come.

Tang Bai walked towards the ruins, Yan Feifei was about to follow, Tang Bai shook his head and said, "I'll go around alone, don't follow." ”

Tang Bai went to the bamboo forest in the backyard, where lived the ancestor of the Tang family, and with his martial arts, Tang Bai didn't believe that anyone could kill him.

The bamboo forest was not destroyed, but you can faintly see the blood on the ground, and I think there was a big battle here.

The bamboo leaves blown off by the wind have made the whole bamboo forest less vibrant and more depressed.

The courtyard in the bamboo forest is still there, and the door beam of the wooden house has been broken, so it can be seen that there was also a big war here, but this is still the best courtyard left by the Tang family.

The courtyard is still there, but things are different, there is no trace of popularity in the dilapidated wooden house, there is a thin layer of dust on the ground, spider webs loom in the corners of the house, and occasionally a few mice can be seen scurrying around in the corners, apparently no one has lived here for some time.

Could it be that his grandfather is also dead?

Tang Bai didn't want to believe that a person's martial arts had reached a level close to detachment, as long as he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Tang Ruting's study was messed up, some calligraphy and ancient books were scattered all over the ground, only a bookshelf remained, standing in the corner of the wall, and the desk connected to the secret room was nowhere to be found.

The secret must still be there, but the entrance may have been sealed, Tang Bai searched carefully, and found no other mechanism that triggered the secret room, and finally walked out of the courtyard and walked out of the bamboo forest.

Even the ancestor of the Tang family is gone, perhaps, he is really the only bloodline of the Tang family.

Walking along the dilapidated corridors, walking all the way, the destroyed buildings, the ground, and the dark red bloodstains, Tang Bai could imagine what kind of war these places had experienced in the first place.

Tang Bai finally went to the courtyard where he lived, which had collapsed, and found a bronze mirror from the ruins, which was in his mother's room, he seemed to see his mother still dressing up on this bronze mirror, Tang Bai felt that his heart was tightly pinched by a big hand, it hurt very much, he couldn't help but squat on the ground, silently choked, and clenched his fists tightly.

Hatred, helplessness, heart like a knife, the bits and pieces of parents have become eternal memories and unbearable heaviness in life.

"Tang Bai, don't do this!"

Yan Feifei didn't know when she followed, her face was full of tears, she didn't know why she was crying, but she was also uncomfortable when she saw Tang Bai so sad.

"It will pass, and I will let them be able to look down under the Nine Springs. ”

Tang Bai muttered to himself, he looked at Yan Feifei and said, "What are you crying for?"

Yan Feifei shook her head and said, "I don't know, I want to cry when I see you crying." ”

Tang Bai's heavy mood suddenly relaxed, and said, "Go back, your family must have gone crazy during this time." ”

"What about you?"

Yan Feifei wiped away her tears.

"I still have a lot of work to do. ”

"Why don't you live in my house first, don't worry, the elders in the family love me the most. ”

These days, she and Tang Bai are suffering together, and some of them are reluctant to leave his side, and they are afraid that their families will worry, so they hesitate for a while, not knowing what to do.

"Hey, what's going on out there?"

A noisy and shouting sound came from outside, and Tang Bai looked up and saw thick smoke billowing from the sky not far away, and a burst of burning smell in the air.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

Yan Feifei takes the lead, she doesn't like to stay here, it makes people feel depressed.

The source of the fire came from the 'Lukfook Teahouse', and when Tang Bai and the others arrived, the neighbors around them were carrying buckets and wooden basins to put out the fire, but the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames were arrogantly devouring everything that could be burned.

Tang Bai felt that he was going crazy, he roared loudly, he desperately wanted to rush to the sea of fire, but Yan Feifei hugged him earlier.

Tang Bai suddenly hated himself a little, hated his powerlessness.

No matter how big the fire is, it will eventually be extinguished, people found two corpses from the ruins, they were Wang Xiaoer and his mother-in-law, Tang Bai suddenly understood that this fire was lit by the dumb man himself.

Some love flies like wings, and they are like each other; some love is vigorous and vigorous, and it will be passed down for centuries; some love is unforgettable, and it will never be forgotten; but there is also an emotion in this world, which is ordinary love, which creates firewood, rice, oil and salt in life together, faces the ups and downs of life together, never gives up when suffering, shares together when happy, and lives and dies together in the face of danger.

True love often transcends the length of life, the breadth of the heart, and the depth of the soul.

Tang Bai loved, he once thought he loved, but those so-called loves, in the face of this ordinary love seems so small and naïve; he used to think that he was a kind person, but in front of Wang Xiaoer, the old man, he knew what kindness was.

How can Tang Bai repay this unfortunate kindness? This seems to be a weight that life cannot bear.

Tang Bai asked someone to help Wang Xiaoer and his wife buy the best coffin, Wang Xiaoer has no relatives, and the dumb man has two younger brothers in Liancheng. The silver bareage was handed over to the two mute younger brothers, asking them to help arrange the funeral of the two, and as soon as he came out, he saw two people from the rivers and lakes coming out of the Tang family's waste, holding a burden in their hands, which was some remnants of the Tang family, including the bronze mirror that Tang Bai found from the waste, which belonged to Murong Xiuxiu, and was Tang Bai's last thought.

Tang Bai's body moved, blocking the way of the two.

"Little brother, why are you blocking our way? There is no immortal scripture in this. ”

The man who spoke was an old man in his fifties, thin and yellow-faced, holding a cigarette gun with a worn cigarette pouch hanging from it, looking like an old farmer outside the city. Behind him was a strong man in his thirties, seven feet tall, with a fat waist and thick arms, holding a short iron rod in his right hand, and the burden was in his hand.

"You took other people's things. ”

After Tang Bai finished speaking, he looked at the two indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

The old man frowned and said, "The thing is mine in the hands of my old smoker." ”

"Die!"

Tang Bai's monstrous anger and all the dissatisfaction and hatred in this world were condensed on this sword, he hated these so-called Jianghu people very much, and he didn't show any mercy at all; the murderous aura of this sword seemed to have become a substance, and the soft sword stabbed straight towards the old man's chest, as fast as lightning.

The old smoker didn't expect Tang Bai to make a sudden move, but he reacted quickly, the cigarette gun in his hand was sideways, and he stepped back, widening the distance between him and Tang Bai.

Tang Bai's sword style changed, drew a semicircle in the air, and a sword stabbed at the throat of the old smoker, his swordsmanship was too fast, so fast that he couldn't see the change in swordsmanship at all, but it was so natural, so natural that the old smoker felt as if he was dying as if he was dying.

It's a terrible place, like dying in a dream.

At the same time, the strong man behind the old smoker waved the short stick in his hand, without any fancies, and smashed it directly at Tang Bai's head, and the whirring wind showed the power of the short iron rod.

A fist-sized stone flew in, and with a 'poof' sound, it directly passed through the strong man's body, brought up a stream of blood, and hit the wall of the Tang family, and smashed the wall out of a cave with a 'boom'.

Yan Feifei saw Tang Bai looking at herself, she raised her fist proudly, and then her face changed suddenly.

On the street, more than 20 figures appeared, rushing towards the land of Tang Bai, some with knives, some with swords, and some with spears, all of whom were Jianghu people with advanced martial arts.

The news of Tang Bai's appearance reached the ears of the people in the city, and all of them were coming.

Tang Bai was about to rush out, and a pair of cavalry rushed out at the end of the street, dressed in armor, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, murderous.

(Note: The most sincere emotion in the world is not vigorous, but staying together in the ordinary, sharing joys and sorrows, sharing wealth and prosperity, never abandoning, the hand of the beloved son, and growing old with the son.) When I wrote about Dumb and Wang Xiaoer, I was very moved and very uncomfortable, and I hope that couples in the ordinary will not complain about each other and cherish each other. ）