Xiao Jiange was shocked when he heard this.

Could it be that he really had a past with Tang Fengqing before?

He looked at the guqin handed out by Duan Yuran in a daze.

Xiao Jiange's eyes were blank, and he slowly said to Duan Yuran about his previous loss of soul fragments.

Duan Yuran couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and then saw that his expression became angry, and he sat in a wheelchair and pointed at Xiao Jiange and scolded

"How can you forget her! You can forget anyone, but you can't forget her!"

Duan Yuran was filled with grief and indignation.

Xiao Jiange was silent, his eyes were desolate, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and he slowly pulled out the Lone Snow Sword behind him.

Duan Yuran's eyes condensed when he saw the Lone Snow Sword, "This is the Lone Snow Sword?"

Xiao Jiange nodded.

"Could it be?" Duan Yuran's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he had a guess in his heart, and said loudly.

Xiao Jiange's eyes were calm, "I've seen it twice before, and this sword was snatched by her in the first place. ”

"I see, I see" Duan Yuran muttered, no wonder Xiao Jiange was so excited when he heard the voice, it turned out that Tang Fengqing was also at the sword casting meeting at the beginning.

"Yuran, let's talk about the matter between the two of us, and I'll see if I can remember it. Xiao Jiange's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

When I saw Tang Fengqing in the Medicine King Valley before, I felt a palpitation, and my heart was lost, as if I had lost something important.

Duan Yuran pondered for a moment and then poured out all the things he had heard about Xiao Jiange in the Yuexia Pavilion.

Under the starlight, Duan Yuran and Xiao Jiange sat opposite each other at the stone table, one confided and the other listened, and the eyes of Liuying looking at Xiao Jiange also changed, it turned out that the mink man in front of him had such an experience.

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The next day, Xiao Jiange woke up from the house and broke out in a cold sweat.

"How could I forget her, how dare I forget her" Xiao Jiange looked at the hands in front of him with palpitations on his face, and he had an urge to slap himself.

Last night, Xiao Jiange seemed to go back in time, his memory reappeared, and the unforgettable pain swept over.

Xiao Jiange got up slowly, the true qi around his body moved, and the Divine Soul Law Aspect was unleashed, and at this moment, the Divine Soul Law Aspect was restored from eight zhang to nine zhang!

"What should I do?" Xiao Jiange muttered in a low voice, thinking that he should be happy to recover his memory, but now he realized that recovering his memory would only be more painful.

What makes Xiao Jiange suffer now is not the hatred of destroying the door and the pain of losing his heart, but the choice.

Remembering the past, Tang Fengqing paid so much for himself, how could he bear her.

Xiao Jiange only felt a headache, and his eyes were blank.

One is his wife Tang Fengqing, who shared the hardships with him, and accompanied him through the darkest period.

One is Qin Luoli, who previously endured the pain of stripping tendons and digging up spirits to regenerate himself.

Both of them are very important to Xiao Jiange.

But now, I have to make a choice.

Xiao Jiange's eyes were obsessed, and he looked at the ice blue and crystal Lone Snow Sword in his hand, he finally understood why Tang Fengqing gave him this sword that day and left silently.

"This sword comes from the hand of the female swordsmith Bai Xue, her husband died in the battle of the demons a hundred years ago, and Bai Xue forged this sword in order to mourn her husband, which is the pinnacle of Bai Xue, hoping to fall into the hands of those who understand the sword. ”

"The name of this sword is, Lone Snow!"

"Fool, forget it, forget it, that's fine, you won't feel pain. ”

"When you parted, you gave me half of the property of the Xiao Mansion and a six-grade pill to lead the heavens, when I first saw this sword at the sword casting meeting, I liked it, and I felt that this sword was like you, and now I can give it to you with my own hands."

"That's it, I'm going back."

"I'm tired of you taking care of him"

"When you remember, come to Miaoyin Valley to find me, I'll wait for you"

"Waiting"

One after another words echoed in Xiao Jiange's mind, and every sentence that fell made him feel heartache.

"Ah" Xiao Jiange knelt on the ground with his head in pain and shouted, a tear falling like a pearl with a broken thread.

"Why, why, how can I forget, how can I forget!" Xiao Jiange was in great pain, his heart tingled, and the bright sword body of the Lone Snow Sword on the side reflected the figure of Xiao Jiange in mink.

Lonely snow, lonely snow, is cast by the swordsmith Bai Xue to mourn her husband.

What is the difference between a self that has lost its memory and is dead?

Xiao Jiange clenched his hands, he could feel the pain in Tang Fengqing's heart at that time.

What a pain it was at that time, seeing that his beloved did not know him, he did not want to force himself to remember, he was willing to take all the pain on himself and give away the sword.

Xiao Jiange's heart was full of pain and a splitting headache, and the pictures of the past gradually emerged and came to his heart again like a horse.

The wedding chapel, the destruction of the Xiao Mansion, the mass grave, all kinds of scenes emerged one by one, which deeply stimulated Xiao Jiange.

"What's going on" Hearing Xiao Jiange's screams, everyone rushed over, Qin Luoli, who was dressed in plain clothes, was at the front, his face was worried, and he ran to support Xiao Jiange and asked

"Sword Song, what's wrong, are you okay?"

Zhu Wen looked at Xiao Jiange, who was kneeling on the ground and holding his head in his hands, with a hint of imperceptible color flashing in his eyes.

Duan Yuran was sitting in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed over by Liu Ying.

Duan Yuran's eyes flashed when he saw Xiao Jiange's appearance, and he had a little guess.

The pain gradually dissipated, Xiao Jiange calmed down, looked up at Qin Luoli who was close at hand, smiled and said, "It's okay"

Qin Luoli's heart trembled when she saw Xiao Jiange's eyes, her hands trembled, she bit her red lip and reluctantly smiled, "It's okay, it's okay." "The only Chinese network

Xiao Jiange's eyes were full of desolation, a trace of pain loomed, and the temperament of the whole person changed dramatically in such an instant, and Qin Luoli felt it very clearly.

Xiao Jiange changed back into Xiao Jiange, and changed back to Xiao Jiange who he saw for the first time in the Yuexia Pavilion, and the whole person was like a black hole, unlike the vitality that exuded after healing from his previous serious injuries.

Xiao Jiange froze, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes when he looked at Qin Luoli.

Xiao Jiange got up casually, let's find an opportunity to say it clearly, Xiao Jiange secretly thought, knowing that now that Duan Yuran and Liuying have retired, he doesn't want Duan Yuran to worry about his own affairs.

Qin Luoli's face turned pale, as a woman, her sensitivity was naturally sensitive, and she couldn't help but clench her hands.

Everyone went out and prepared to say goodbye.

Duan Yuran was pushed to the center of the courtyard by Liuying in a wheelchair, he held a folding fan and shook it gently, quietly looking at Xiao Jiange, Zhu Wen, Nangong Song and Dance, Qin Luoli's figure in front of him and smiled

"Are you leaving?"

Nangong Song and Dance lowered his head, not feeling a taste in his heart, and he didn't know how much less Duan Yuran would be interesting on the road in the future.

Duan Yuran smiled as always, as if sensing Nangong Yanying's emotions, he couldn't help but smile kindly, and shook the folding fan in his hand at her.

The folding fan is white, and there are four large ink-colored characters on the fan surface

Gentleman's style.

"When you gave me a folding fan, I didn't have time to thank you. Duan Yuran said with a smile

"Thank you," Duan Yuran said cautiously.

Nangong Yingan's nose was sore, his eyes were red, and he looked at Duan Yuran who was sitting in a wheelchair in a daze, he had a lot to say in his heart, but he didn't know what to say when he parted.

Zhu Wen smiled slightly, and opened his folding fan with a "snap", and there were also four big ink-colored characters on it

The world is going down.

Seeing this, Nangong Song and Dance, who was extremely sad, immediately laughed involuntarily.

"No matter what kind of white clothes I encounter in the future, in my eyes, you are the only one in that white clothes. ”

Zhu Wen, who was dressed in a red-striped white robe, shook his eyes and said to Duan Yuran.

"Haha" Duan Yuran said with a smile and looked at Xiao Jiange.

Xiao Jiange was silent for a while, then pointed to the three swords behind his back.

Duan Yuran understood, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Let's go," Xiao Jiange said, waved his hand, and turned around with everyone to leave outside the courtyard gate.

Xiao Jiange knew that at this point, there would be no more white clothes.

Duan Yuran sat in a wheelchair and watched them leave, his eyes were sad, and he turned his head to look at the wine jar and several wine glasses placed on the stone table on the side.

muttered, "I'll take a look when I'm free"

The white clouds are long, and the morning light shines through the clouds on the earth, covering the body of the white clothes, shining on the folding fan, and the four characters of the gentleman's wind seem to be dyed with a layer of golden color.

Duan Yuran knew that his own rivers and lakes had come to an end at this moment, he looked at the broken magic weapon mourning sword hanging next to the wheelchair, smiled slightly, and took out the pot of wine that Xiao Jiange gave him last night from his arms.

The wine is not finished, and the man is gone.

Duan Yuran poured the wine in the jug into the wine jar and sealed it, and handed it to Liuying.

"Bury this jar of wine under the bamboo. ”

Liuying was curious, "Don't you drink?"

Duan Yuran smiled and said, "Drink, when he comes back, it will be the day of drinking." ”

Duan Yuran's eyes were in a trance, and his eyes seemed to reflect the figure of the mink.

Life is short for decades, and his cultivation has been completely lost, can he, who is no different from ordinary people, wait for Xiao Jiange to come here again?

Duan Yuran didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

The practice is long, and there may be a day of reunion, but Duan Yuran doesn't want to think about it in his heart.

Because by then, things will be wrong, and when Xiao Jiange comes back in the future, he may already be a gray-haired old man, or he may be an isolated tombstone.

If this is the case, Duan Yuran would rather he not come, because he doesn't want to make him sad.

Duan Yuran thought of this, looked at the several wine jars on the stone table, and sighed leisurely.

I retired from heaven and earth, brushed my sleeves and drank wine, waiting for you to come.

Since then, I don't ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, only the mourning sword accompanies me.

On this day, Duan Yuran, the son of the mourning sword who was rumored to be on the rivers and lakes, retired to the residence called Junzifeng.

And the name of Duan Yuran, the son of the mourning sword, is like a flash in the pan in the rivers and lakes in the future, even if it is short-lived, it is brilliant, and it has become a little light among the swordsmen of the entire Central Plains.

There is also a sentence that circulates in the mouths of the swordsmen.

Xi Jian should be like Duan Yuran, and he will be reckless with a sword for his friends.

Under the sun, the broken mourning sword emitted a circle of ripples, and the bright sword body seemed to be engraved with the glory of the past.

And the white clothes seemed to be tired, leaning back in the wheelchair and sleeping quietly, and the beautiful eyes of the flowing fireflies sat beside him gently and took care of him.

Duan Yuran felt the morning sun and couldn't help but feel very comfortable.

Liuying looked at him and smiled: "Without the rivers and lakes and the sword, will it be boring to live here in seclusion with me." ”

Duan Yuran opened his eyes and looked at her, and then said with a smile

"At the beginning, I said that there was you outside the sword, but now," Duan Yuran paused.

Liu's eyes widened, and she asked curiously, "What now?"

"You are the sword in my heart, and this gentleman's style is the rivers and lakes in my heart. ”