At noon after the rain, a mournful and painful roar sounded in a ruined temple in the south of the city.

"Ahh~~".

The roars came and went, high and low, and it seemed that the person who made the roar was experiencing great pain.

Inside the ruined temple, the cloaked man lying on a pile of empty wine jars was struggling repeatedly with his eyes closed and his hands clenched into fists.

"Senior brother...... You go... You go quickly!! ”。

The woman's cry came to his ears, so much so that a dark night with a bright moon in his mind came to mind.

It was a quiet night.

Although the moonlight was bright, it still could not dispel the darkness on the low mountain.

And it was in the darkness that a golden dragon claw suddenly emerged from the void and rushed towards his chest with lightning speed.

In the panic, he blocked it with the sword in his hand.

But this pitch-black sword failed to last for half a moment under the impact of the dragon's claws, and it was already broken.

The dragon's claws slammed into his chest, and he felt the feeling of someone being pinched in his heart.

"Father!! Stop it! ”。

The woman's cry was heard again.

He saw that the woman was using a short sword, pressed to her own throat, threatening the man in the night.

The pain he experienced, as well as an inexplicable feeling of suffocation in his mind, instantly broke through all the scenes in his mind.

He jerked to his feet and sat up in the midst of the chaos.

He lowered his head and looked through the messy hair in front of him to see the jar of wine underneath.

The fluttering of his chest made him begin to gasp violently.

"Huh", "Huh", "Huh".

But suddenly, he seemed to notice that something was wrong.

Then, I saw him get up from the wine jar with vague steps, and rushed out of the ruined temple directly.

After a light rain last night, the land outside the ruined temple was already muddy.

But the man in the cloak climbed the land without hesitation, approaching the nearest tree.

Gradually, he came to the tree.

Holding one hand on his chest and the other on the tree, he stood up.

Immediately afterward, I saw him lower his head and began to vomit violently.

Maybe it was because the little girl's words yesterday touched the pain in his heart.

Or maybe he remembered a lot of clips from ten years ago.

In short, yesterday, he didn't eat all day.

He had been drinking.

Drink from sunrise to sunset, from sober to drunk.

Because of this, there is nothing in his stomach for him to vomit.

But he still spit out something, some yellow liquid.

This is probably what people often call jaundice.

Liquid gushed out of his abdomen, giving him an indescribable bitterness.

He couldn't stop such a process.

I could only vomit over and over again.

It wasn't until a long time later, when he really couldn't vomit anything, that he lay down on the ground behind him like a puddle of mud.

Looking up at the blue sky, watching the white clouds slowly drift through the sky, but he didn't know where his future path was.

He abandoned his cultivation and immersed himself in the world of wine, which has been many, many years.

If someone asks him, what is the meaning of life for him?

Then he would shake his head and say "meaningless" flatly.

He lost his purpose, his love, and several of his friends.

He had lost almost everything he could, except for his life.

Fang Cai's dream resurfaced in his mind again.

But in fact, he knew very well that it was not a dream, but a real thing that happened.

During his year in the deep mountain village, he lived a very painful life every day, and every day he could feel the torture of his soul.

He used to think of it as the other side of the sea of suffering.

But when he thought he had reached the other side, he realized that it was the karma of his life.

Now he has escaped.

But that didn't change his already wounded heart.

He knew that what supported him to live like a walking dead was no longer his desire for revenge, it was just that he wanted to get news from his junior sister again.

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I don't know how long it was, but he staggered up and walked towards a lake in the woods.

He knew he was dirty.

Unkempt and covered in mud.

So, he needs to wash up first.

Because today is a special day.

He's going somewhere, somewhere he's not been in ten years.

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In the afternoon in the city of Hangzhou, people come and go, and the river is endless.

Old and young, men and women, their faces are full of smiles as the New Year is approaching.

The little boys and girls had already put on their red cotton jackets and played the game of wooden men on a bluestone square.

"One, two, three, wooden man!!".

The shout fell, and the little girl in the front quickly turned around, and stretched out her hand to a little boy, giggling.

"Hahaha, you just moved!!".

The little boy lowered his head in embarrassment, and he could only walk out of the team when he was recognized.

In fact, there are not a few people who are active in this square.

Some people come here to take a walk after dinner with their families, and some people come here to enjoy the winter sun.

In short, the Wulin Square in front of the Wulin Gate is already a leisure place for the people.

It's just that, compared with these casual people, there is not the slightest smile on the face of the man in the cloak.

I saw that he was standing quietly in front of a huge stone tablet by the river, looking at the words on the stone tablet.

These words record the names of people one after another.

As we all know, the names of people who can be engraved on stone tablets naturally cannot be living people.

He looked at the names of the people who had passed away, and the scene from ten years ago came to his mind.

In Nanyang Town, which was burned by the fire, the young knights, under the leadership of their masters, fought to the death with Zoroastrians and some people from unscrupulous sects.

In that bloody battle, many, many people died.

Even some of the corpses of people were brought back by him and carried to this square.

He lowered his head and looked at the three plates of melons and fruits under the stone tablet, as well as a few bouquets of flowers, and a little relief rose in his heart.

He knew that there might be a lot of people who had forgotten the battle ten years ago.

But he also knows that in this vast sea of people, there will also be many people who remember what they have done.

He's here today just to come and see.

Because ten years ago today, it was the day when the people of the Twelve Great Sects burned the corpses of the disciples of the sect here.

In his mind, he actually recorded a lot of days full of memories.

And these precious days over the years, as well as these memories, are the only bit of comfort in his boring life.

In the past few years, he has been living in the past and has never thought about the future.

Because he knows that his future is only pain. And he can only find a trace of happiness in the past.

He stood quietly in front of the stone monument for a long time.

It wasn't until a familiar girl's voice came from behind him that he slowly turned around and looked back.

He found that the little girl in the white dress and green dress yesterday was not far behind him, talking impatiently with a young man.

"Little friend! I said, why are you disobedient! Sister, I'm not going to tell a story today! ”。

The young man explained.

"My father asked me to inspect the fields yesterday, so I didn't get to hear your story! Can you tell me more about that? ”。

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