Lu Jian didn't have a name, or rather, he never knew he had a name.

For as long as he can remember, he has been following a man. The man is slender, standing in front of the little Lu Jian like a pine tree, his face is not very handsome, the only memorable thing is his eyes, there has never been a pair of eyes that can reveal so many feelings, but there is no clue on his face, as if he has already tasted the warmth and coldness of the world and seen the prosperity of the world, and stored all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys into his eyes.

The man led him everywhere, they didn't seem to have a clear destination, they rested when they were tired, and when they were done, they continued to walk. Occasionally, there is a stop, but in the land of war.

"The souls of the dead guide us forward." The man said with a smile.

Lu Jian suspected that it was an excuse he used to deceive, and said for a while that he was used to it and couldn't change it.

One day, they arrived in Yanjing.

Yanjing City was bigger than anywhere they had traveled, and Lu Jian was quickly attracted by the bustle on the street, and when he looked up again, the man was gone.

He panicked and walked around, still not seeing the tall and familiar back, and the crowd around him was like a wall, weighing heavily on him.

He gasped and pouted.

The cry had just come out of his throat, and before the tears had fallen, a large hand suddenly pressed on his head, and a warm, dry, familiar voice rang out.

"The next path is yours."

The man stood behind him at some point, leaned over, and suddenly had an emotion in his eyes that Lu Jian had never seen before.

Sentimental, expectant, like an abandoned family dog, looking at the owner's departing figure in the wind and rain, thinking that the owner would be soft-hearted and would look back with tears.

But how could he be abandoned? I should be the one who is afraid of being abandoned. Lu Jian thought.

"You can stay with me, or you can ...... Go, someone will raise you, and they will be your parents in the future, and we won't see each other. He pointed to the golden avenue under the sunset, the road is a downhill, far away can only see a city gate and towering corner towers on both sides, Lu Jian's eyes blurred, he seems to see a simple and kind face outside the city gate is waiting for him, if he holds their hands and goes home with them, it will be an ordinary and happy life in the future, he will marry a virtuous wife, give birth to a few naughty children, and then time is ruthless, his waist is rickety, he and his old wife hold hands to support each other, I accidentally ended my life.

I really won't see this man anymore.

He glanced back at the man, and when he saw him squint to hide his sad eyes, he ran two steps towards the gate, and the man closed his eyes and turned his head.

Then with a heavy hand, Lu Jian came back at some point, holding his hand, his eyes were full of determination.

The man smiled, he touched Lu Jian's head, and said, "I haven't said my name for so long, I am Lu Jian, Lu of Qilu, and I am the practice of practice." ”

Later, Lu Jian knew that the emotion in the man's eyes at that time was reluctant, but he didn't understand at that time that he took the hand, so he inherited the name, and the man's soul seemed to be imprinted, and he would be difficult to escape for the rest of his life.

Lu Jian withdrew his gaze from the window, and there was a small table in front of him, and an old man with drooping eyes sat across the table.

"What are you thinking?"

"I think when you brought me back."

"At that time," said the old man, with a smile on his face, "you were still a child, and you held my hand, and refused to let go. ”

Lu Jian didn't say anything, he has become more and more cold in the past few years, but the old man has become more and more kind as he gets older, and there are not so many emotions in his eyes, only a gentle smile remains.

He looked at Lu Jian as if he was looking at his own son.

"Your eyes are getting sharper." He pointed at Lu Jian's eyes, "There's something missing." ”

"What?"

He suddenly remembered the sunset that day, the pine-like figure, and the look of an abandoned dog in his eyes.

"There is not so much coldness in the world, and there is not so much hypocrisy, and I also understand."

The old man said slowly: "You have been following me for so long, and I have harmed you." In the past, I thought that the emotions in the world were just instincts, and the marriage between husband and wife was desire; When parents give birth to children, they are the fruit of desire. ”

"It was only later that I found out that I was wrong. It turns out that the love in the world is real, watching relatives suffer, you can't help crying, looking at the joy of the world, you can't hide the smile in your eyes, the dog will be silently angry and worried, and when it comes back, everything will disappear. He suddenly glanced up at Lu Jian, "Speaking of that time, I was really worried that you wouldn't come to me. ”

Lu Jian bowed his head in respect, his eyes met the old man's, and he listened carefully.

"I taught you badly. You only have emotions in your heart now, only cold emotions, emotions that you can use as a tool, there are so many of those things that you can't see your heart clearly. ”

Lu Jian didn't say anything.

"I've given you my name, and now, I want to do one last thing for you," the old man smiled suddenly, he took out a short dagger out of nowhere, turned the blade and poked it hard, the blade plunged into his chest without hindrance, and a large stream of blood flowed out instantly, wetting the cushion under the seat, and he smiled, "Let you see your heart." ”

Lu Jian was stunned for a moment, he felt that his heart was stagnant, but his body involuntarily pounced, and his two hands pressed desperately on the dagger, although he understood that this would not help.

He saw the old man laughing, with a hint of a child's prank.

What are you laughing at? There's a knife stuck in his body.

The old man trembled his hands and pointed at Lu Jian's face.

A teardrop broke the silence, then a stream, and finally all tears on his face. But he didn't seem to feel it yet, although he was crying, his face was still calm.

"Look, you're crying, and crying is also a real emotion." The old man wiped away a tear from his face, "Crying out, it means that your heart is not dead." ”

He said a lot, and a mouthful of blood spit out, staining a piece of Lu Jian's chest, and his face quickly turned pale.

He looked at the eyes of countless emotions and finally glanced at Lu Jian nostalgically, fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow this person, he raised his hand and wanted to touch Lu Jian's face.

Unable to do so, his hand hung limply.

Because he was dead, the last shred of his breath flowed out with the blood. The dagger pierced him inch by inch.

So the surroundings fell silent.

Lu Jian burst into tears, but his heart did not hurt at all, he took the old man's hand, thinking that he would still open his eyes, and his eyes showed the look of an abandoned dog, and then saw that Lu Jian was still by his side, so he laughed happily.

He turned his head blankly to look around, and his eyes fell on the table where they had just sitting, and the old man's cup of tea was still steaming.

For a moment, it was like a world away, but the scenery was still the same.

Lu Jian suddenly realized that now he was the abandoned dog.

He lay on the old man's body and cried in a low voice.

In the dark caverns, thousands of people stood silently.

They were facing a huge stone pedestal, as if they were worshipping the king. The indifferent young man on the stone pedestal looked down.

A black-robed man broke away from the first row of the crowd and stepped forward, kneeling under the stone seat, his hands raised above his head.

"Lord Yan is above, please Yiwen Ling." He said coldly.

The young man took out a small shield like scales from his bosom and placed it lightly in the man's hand.

The black-robed man immediately raised it in front of him to take a closer look. The young man snorted coldly.

"The real thing, Lord Yan Halloween!"

The black-robed man was the first to kneel, he shouted at the top of his voice, and everyone behind him knelt down without thinking, and the black pressure in the cave was a pious figure.

"Sect Master!"

I don't know who shouted first, but all the people shouted, and the loud voice rushed through the cave for a long time.

The young man looked at the exit of the cave, where a ray of sunlight shone in, and the one-foot-square ground belonged to light, surrounded by the darkness of the whole cave, and seemed weak.

"My name...... Lu Jian! ”

He gritted his teeth and said word by word.