The days are always like a fine yarn flowing through the fingertips, slipping quietly and inadvertently. Those worries and worries of the past have passed away gently under the sweep of the years, and the joy and laughter that have been retained have continued in life.

A full month has passed since the baptism of the moon, and the town has gradually returned to its previous rhythm, peaceful and harmonious. The misty drizzle in the sky, like smoke and mist, lingered, covering her with a thin veil. The world in the rain is completely different from usual, everything around it has become foggy, less clear than before, but a little more mysterious and soft.

Colorful umbrellas and robes on the streets are constantly changing positions, and ordinary people are running for the day. The thin young man was dressed in white, with his hands folded, standing quietly on the windowsill, looking at the hazy street, his pale face was a little immature, and his eyebrows revealed a trace of weakness.

It took more than half a month to wake up from a coma, and after continuous adjustment, there was no major problem except that my mind was still a little tired. As for what happened at the end of Yuehua's baptism, everyone couldn't say why, and it didn't have any impact. Feng Jianfei was naturally puzzled, but this baptism did gain a lot.

"Fei'er, come down to eat. A familiar and gentle voice sounded in his ears, and Feng Jianfei half-covered the window and walked downstairs, replying as he went: "It's coming."

In the neat hall, grandfather and grandmother are preparing meals, and seven-year-old cousin is playfully teasing a cute puppy. The family is happy, grandfather and grandmother are lecturers in the Falling Moon School, and they have hardly been out of town, and the cousin and his parents are not at home all the year round, and he has lived with his grandfather and grandmother since he became sensible, and his parents will only come back almost once every year or two.

It's a great pleasure to get together with your family, eat delicious meals cooked by your grandmother, and talk about the new stories of the town. But today it seems that the atmosphere is a little heavy, and the grandfather's kind face has a somewhat serious look: "How are you going to choose next?"

Feng Jianfei gently bit his chopsticks, and his face was silent. The grandmother didn't speak, she didn't want to affect her grandson's decision, and the cousin also closed his mouth very sensibly, silently counting the rice grains in the bowl. He lowered his head and carefully took a bite of food, chewed it slowly, and then raised his head for a long time and replied with a smile: "I'll go to the school in the afternoon and give you the answer in the evening."

"Regardless of the outcome, we respect your choice. "Grandfather has a smile on his face, and he doesn't care about his child's achievements, no matter what he achieves, as long as he is happy.

In the warm atmosphere, the lunch time passed quickly, and the cousin surprisingly did not disturb him, went upstairs alone, changed into a black dress, carried the burning ember behind him, and walked out of the house silently.

Walking on the stone slab that has gone through the vicissitudes of life, shuttling through the noisy and cheerful crowd, the cold drizzle falls on his body, the fresh breath is breathing, the maple stream is slowly moving forward, constantly greeting familiar people, the street is not long but not too short, in the vicinity of the school, there is no noise, more solemn and solemn.

Falling Moon School, sitting west to east, the huge school occupies one-ninth of the area of the town, the quaint stone wall is engraved with many historical records, there is a plaque hanging on the door of the school, vigorously and vigorously written "Falling Moon School" four big characters, the word into the wood three points, the glyph reveals an old and sad atmosphere.

I don't know how many times I've stepped through this door, but since I started cultivating at the age of five, I've walked through it like this almost every day. Feng Jianfei walked silently on the familiar road, looking back on the past, why did he cultivate?

Walking through the study hall in the front yard, passing through the martial arts arena, and entering the book building in the backyard, the building keeper glanced at him and continued to look at the scroll in his hand. There are not a lot of books in the library, when he finished reading, the silver moon has quietly risen, the keeper calmly held a broom and carefully cleaned the library, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Feng Jianfei: "The way of cultivation, there is seeking power, there is seeking longevity, there is seeking leisure, there is seeking peace, everyone has something to seek, but once you embark on this road, don't forget your original intention, too many seekers are on the way because of their weak hearts."

Feng Jianfei still held the last ancient book "The Ancient History of the Falling Moon" and leaned on the wall, but he kept thinking about the words of the building keeper in his heart, the building keeper didn't care about his reaction, and said to himself: "Cultivation is to cultivate the spirit, self, Tao, heaven and earth, but also to cultivate the heart, no matter how high your cultivation is, how powerful you are, once you have no goal, you will only perish step by step."

Feng Jianfei put down the ancient books, sincerely bowed to the building keeper, the building keeper did not say much, but began to affect the balance in his heart, silently walked out of the study building, at this time the drizzle still kept falling, the gloomy sky did not have a trace of the silver moon, but he could feel the existence of the silver moon, the burning embers on his back were also silently circulating this imperceptible silver light, walked all over every corner of the school, he stepped on the newly repaired martial arts platform of the martial arts arena, took off the burning embers on his back and held it in his hands, closed his eyes, his mind was open, and he felt the breath of heaven and earth.

In an instant, he opened his eyes, pulled out the burning ember, the bright sword body refracted silver light, the sword moved at will, the ordinary moves did not carry a trace of spiritual power, his movements were very slow, and the long sword that slowly crossed seemed to be a part of his body, like a shadow.

Dean Han Yi once commented when he gathered his spirits: he is middle-class, has excellent understanding, is thoughtful, but indecisive, has a peaceful heart, but is a little cowardly, if he can do things decisively and fearlessly, he will become a great weapon.

The sword is like a person, and the heart is chaotic. Feng Jianfei's heart continued to deduce himself on different paths, and every time he pondered, his mood became heavier. His sword couldn't help but get faster, unconsciously carrying a bit of spiritual power, the long sword broke through the air, stirring up a breeze, the long hair and black clothes danced with the wind, and the figure became faster and faster.

The sky was still drizzling, and the faint drizzle avoided under the strong sword aura, falling all around him, this time the deduction was the same as before, he had already embarked on this road, no matter how he chose, it was a matter of time before he stepped into the spiritual realm, and his grandfather, Grandmother's potential is exhausted, if there is no adventure for life, she can only stop before the spiritual will, and at most she only has a lifespan of one hundred and fifty years, when she enters the spiritual will, obtains a lifespan of five hundred years, and watches her relatives and friends leave her one by one, that feeling is lonely, lonely and sad.

"Grandfather, brother, what's wrong with him?" Han Li looked at the chaotic sword dance on the stage and asked with some concern, he and Han Yi had been here for ten minutes, he wanted to try to shout Feng Jian Fei but was stopped by Han Yi, Han Yi shook his head and sighed: "This kid just thinks too much, understands too deeply, you see that although his every move and style is chaotic, it is full of a charm of meaning, if he can see through, then it is possible to form a sword intent."

"Sword intent. Han Li's mouth opened wide in disbelief, and he couldn't help revealing a hint of longing: "Sword intent, that's an awesome thing!"

Han Yi said with a regretful face: "After all, I am too young, I have not experienced many things, I can't understand it by relying only on my own deduction, it is already precious to be able to generate intent, if you want to form a sword intent, it is still far away."

Han Li was excited, and said a little impatiently: "Who is stronger between me and my brother now?" Han Yi slapped his head with one hand and said flatly: "You go up now, it is definitely you who die." Han Yi was unconvinced and asked, "Why."

"He is now only one step away from the sword intent, in an unconscious state, ten you go up is not enough to kill, unfortunately, I am afraid that this step will not be able to cross in a few years, although I have read thousands of books, but I have not traveled thousands of miles, the pattern is too small, which is also one of the reasons why I asked you to study at Tianwu Academy. When Han Yi said this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, looking at his grandson's somewhat angry appearance, his voice became a little serious: "You and Xiaofei's path is different, what he needs is enlightenment, what you need is battle, in Tianwu Academy, the qualifications of the two of you are medium at most, and there are not a few who are stronger than you, so although you must have a fearless fighting spirit, you must also do what you can."

What can you do when a loved one dies?

When you die, what will be left in the world?

The years are ruthless, time is fleeting, they are insignificant in the long river of time, looking at countless things that have been wiped out by time throughout the ages, how many powers have also passed away under the destruction of time, just like a grain of dust can not startle a trace of waves. His heart grew colder, his mind grew colder, and he began to hover on the brink of being lost.

Burning Ember seemed to feel his will, a soft power was injected into Feng Jianfei's body, impacting his mind, there seemed to be a soft light shining in the lonely and lonely space, his heart was shocked, a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth, the sharp sword momentum stopped, the long sword was inserted into the stone platform, the spiritual power in the body was frantically vented out, the drizzle in the air scattered around, Feng Jianfei gasped heavily, cold sweat kept dripping, so hanging, this feeling was really powerless.

After a long time, he stood up straight, returned to the sheath with burning embers, and walked towards Han Yi, Han Li laughed and said: "Brother, you are too mother-in-law, if you are a little more simple, you can form a sword intent, sword intent!" Feng Jian Fei glanced at him, he almost lost his mind, and returned the sword intent, which was definitely a deliberate mockery, ignoring him, and said calmly: "Grandpa Han, I want to go to Tianwu Academy."

Han Yi looked at him with a smile and said with satisfaction: "Go back and prepare, and set off tomorrow."

"Wow, Tianwu Academy, I'm here, see how I dominate Tianwu, and I'll cover you when the time comes. Han Li exclaimed excitedly, completely ignoring the idiot-like eyes of the two of them.

When he returned home, it was late at night, his grandfather and grandmother were still waiting for him to eat, this meal was the heaviest one, when he said his choice, his grandfather just said lightly: "Since you have chosen this path, you have to keep going, no matter what happens, you must remember that there is hope in life."

"To be alive is to have hope. Feng Jianfei gently put down the burning ember and muttered, yes, without life, everything is impossible to talk about, this night, he did not cultivate his spirit, but fell asleep quietly like an ordinary person.