Qiu Fengyang warmed his hands with hot water, took a deep breath, and told Bai Liuying how he and Bai Meiluo met, how they traveled together, and how they pursued the strongest kendo together. Bai Liuying listened to it fascinated, as if she had experienced everything that her sister and Qiu Fengyang had experienced, and her heart, which had been floating for many years, had finally found a home. Qiu Fengyang finally opened her heart, there was always an illusion, it seemed that the little girl in front of her was Bai Meiluo, and her shadow could be seen in her smile and every move.

Shiraku-ryu added some firewood to the fireplace, and the flames burned even brighter, and small droplets of water formed on the windows, which flowed down the glass to form thicker streams of water.

Listening to this, Bai Liuying began to rub her eyes and yawn constantly.

Qiu Fengyang smiled and said, "That's all for today's story! It's not early, children should go to bed early——"

Bai Liuying shook her head desperately, and said with her eyelids held hard: "I don't want to sleep yet, my brother hasn't told me the story of how to get the colorful flowers." ”

Qiu Fengyang touched Bai Liuying's head and comforted: "This story is very long, can we tell it when we meet next time?"

Bai Liuying pouted and said, "Will my brother come back next time?" I'm afraid I'll never see you again." ”

"Will definitely be back. Qiu Fengyang put down the water glass in his hand and said: "The story of me and your sister will never be told in a lifetime, as long as you are willing to listen, I will continue to tell you." ”

Bai Liuying nodded fiercely, "Mmmm, then I'll sleep obediently, and when you come back, brother, you must tell me the story of three days and three nights at that time." ”

"I promise you. Qiu Fengyang said, "Hurry up and go to sleep, your father is already asleep." ”

Bai Liuying nodded, packed up the water cup and coffee table, and said goodnight to Qiu Fengyang in front of the bedroom door.

"Brother, will you come back?" Bai Liuying asked again.

Qiu Fengyang put the streamer across his chest and said, "Swear in front of your sister's sword, I will definitely come back and tell you the story of three days and three nights." ”

"Okay. Bai Liuying showed a bright smile and said, "Brother Qiu Fengyang, I'm so happy to meet you-"

"Me too. Qiu Fengyang waved goodbye to Bai Liuying, watching the bedroom door close gently, Qiu Fengyang turned around and opened the door. The fireplace has gone out, but the heating in the house has not dissipated. The white plum in front of the door is very charming, turning into white snow and falling into the dust, I didn't expect to see the white plum here, and the autumn wind and sun are stepping forward. Just as he was about to leave, the screams of Bai Liuying suddenly came from inside the house.

Almost instantly, Qiu Fengyang broke into the bedroom from the door and stood at the dark bedroom door. His eyes widened, Bai Liuying's petite body curled up in the corner and sobbed non-stop, the man lying on the bed wrapped in a thick quilt should be her father, but at this time the man had no temperature, and the person lying there was nothing more than a dead corpse.

Qiu Fengyang held Bai Liuying in his arms, wanting to comfort the poor girl, but he couldn't say a word.

"Brother Qiu Fengyang——, me...... My dad died. Bai Liuying's face distorted, and her voice was even more choked, "Dad...... Daddy, although he often beats me, ...... But he actually loved me all the time, he ...... He's dead, and I'm just one person—" The heart-rending cry seemed to be tearing Qiu Fengyang's heart as well, and Qiu Feng Jianhao's heart, which had never wavered in ten years, swayed because of this.

People can't be resurrected after death, Qiu Fengyang can't do anything about it, so he can only hold Bai Liuying in his arms and comfort: "Don't cry, don't cry, I will always accompany Bai Liuying." ”

He relit the fireplace, poured a cup of hot water for Shiroyu, placed the crying fainting little girl on the couch, and gently covered her with a thick quilt. He went out to find the neighbors around him, hastily disposed of Bai Liuying's father, and prepared to be cremated the next morning. The man, who had been haunted by heart disease for many years, finally couldn't survive this winter and left on the coldest night of December.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the room, Qiu Fengyang woke up Bai Liuying, who was still asleep, and took her to her father's funeral. The funeral was very simple, the Sevan priest recited a few prayers for the man, several believers prayed for him, the only people who attended the funeral were Qiu Fengyang and Bai Liuying, and at the corner of the slum, there were not even onlookers, as if the dead had become the norm here.

Bai Liuying didn't say a word during the whole process, holding Qiu Fengyang's hand and standing beside him, watching the flames sweep and devour his father, and his tears were already crying. In the ten years that they have known Bai Meiluo, they rarely talk about their parents, Qiu Fengyang's own father is called Qiu Feng is also a sword hero, as for the mother, it seems that his father has been looking for it. And Bai Meiluo barely mentioned her parents, only knowing that her parents were also masters of swords. Seeing the man in front of him lying in the flames and turning to ashes, it was hard to imagine that he was once also a swordsman, and he didn't know what happened to him, which made him disheartened and lost his sword heart.

"What's your father's name?" asked the old Sevan priest with a kind face, bowing his head.

"Bai Lin. Bai Liuying muttered.

"Poor child, people cannot be resurrected from death, please mourn and change. The old priest patted Bai Liuying's shoulder and turned back to continue the abbot's ceremony.

Bai Liuying squeezed Qiu Fengyang's hand tightly, and her empty eyes did not have any lifeless brilliance. Qiu Fengyang did not comfort her, the sadness of losing her loved ones can only be experienced by herself, and this may be a kind of growth for her. As for the name Bai Lin, Qiu Fengyang didn't have any impression, the people of Shuguo like to use swords and become swordsmen who walk alone in the world, and there are millions of people who use swords, how many people can become famous? Long sigh, he knows that everyone has their own stories, but these stories are no longer heard. As the flames gradually extinguished, only a handful of ashes remained in the ashes.

Both the priest and the believer are spiritualists, the believer only opens one vein, and the priest is a second-order spiritualist. They manipulated spiritual magic to put Bai Lin's ashes into the urn, which was beautifully emblazoned with the unique symbol of the Sevanist religion. When Qiu Fengyang handed them the money needed for this ceremony, he couldn't help but sigh at the subtlety of the technique, which took many years of practice to collect the ashes on the ground without leaking.

The believer politely accepted his payment, then packed up his things and turned away. The old priest understood people's hearts very well, saw the surprise on Qiu Fengyang's face, smiled and said, "Young man, you are also a spiritual magician." ”

Qiu Fengyang nodded, handed Bai Lin's urn to Bai Liuying, Bai Liuying took his father's urn in a daze, and finally seemed to be babbling something, but no one could hear clearly.

"Old man, how many people have you been buried?" asked Qiu Fengyang.

The old priest shook his head and said, "I've been doing this for fifty years, and I can't remember how many dead people have been incinerated. His pale hair fluttered in the wind, and he sighed and said, "It's all forced to make a living, if there is a good job, who will do the business of incinerating the dead?

Qiu Fengyang nodded and was silent.

"I'm just a very ordinary second-order spiritual magician, I can't see the upper limit of your strength, I should have opened at least four veins or more, at least a fourth-order spiritual magician. The old priest said, "If I have your strength, I should also have a good way out." The old priest looked at the pitch-black streamer in his hand and said, "Many young people in the Tree Country like to be swordsmen, and they think that they can make a name for themselves in history. However, there are a few people who are really famous, and nine out of nine people have lost Changsha. ”

Qiu Fengyang bowed slightly and saluted the old priest gently, took Bai Liuying's little hand and turned to leave.

The old priest sighed and quickened his pace to rush towards the large army ahead, "There is another swordsman in the Tree Country. ”

Bai Liuying held Bai Lin's urn and stopped.

Qiu Fengyang lowered his head and asked, "Where are you going to bury your father next?"

"Buried with my mother. Bai Liuying said without hesitation.

"Where's your mother?"

"She's in the sea. ”

Qiu Fengyang took Bai Liuying's little hand and walked out of the slum, walking towards the sea step by step.

"Then let's go to the beach—"