No one knows the trembling of their determined body, no one knows that they are looking at the night sky and watching their father and mother cry silently, no one knows that they are so cold that the world is barren, no one knows their roaring roar. There is only calm, only indifferent, calmly let Luo San lean on, and let himself have a person by his side, no matter who he is, no matter whether he is good or bad, he is no longer a person no matter what. Calmly came to Vana Village, calmly practiced martial arts, calmly left, calmly went to Jiatu, calmly killed Shentu, returned to Mia calmly, looked back calmly, looked at the three grandfathers on that side, only calm......

Of course, Wen Mu didn't know what kind of mental journey Feng Li was going through at this moment, but he suddenly felt the silence and sadness of the other party. He wondered if this man was mute, and his words reminded him of unspeakable suffering, so he shut up and was silent. Of course, it is the suffering of being unspeakable, but this cannot be spoken.

Feng Li thought silently, today's behavior is not his own style at all, this is unbearable, this change must find a reason, to calmly control zhì's own qiē.

Slowly recalling their journey, silent all the way, silent watching them slaughter, silent hiding, silent watching them leave, silent watching them set fire, silent watching the fire slowly extinguished. It's like that night, over and over again, all the way and all the way. Silent all the way, forbearance all the way, knowing that today I saw the man in white rescuing, watching those Mia people silently not leaving, silent as the father and mother quietly led away those Gatu soldiers, all the way to forbearance and couldn't control it, and erupted on those Gatu soldiers......

Fengli looked up at the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he couldn't help it, it turned out that he no longer wanted to see the soldiers of Gatu slaughtering the Mia people again, and he never wanted to see the Mia people fall in front of his eyes......

The restlessness and irritability of killing the reviewer, because such a similar scene aroused his suppressed thoughts and sorrows. The heart is full of anger, anger at the unrecoverable death of the past, anger at the impotence of oneself that was once powerless.

Suddenly he lowered his head, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he hadn't shed tears for a long time, and this was the first time he had shed tears since that night, and he didn't shed tears even when the three grandfathers left. Tears are not sadness, nor are they hesitation, as long as you figure it out, you will not panic, and your heart will not hesitate when you are stable. Tears are only because he misses, yes, when he can't hold back anymore, he misses his father's mother, his father's broad shoulders, his mother's warm palms, their qiē, crazy thoughts......

Once this kind of longing hits a gap, it can't be controlled, and the longing that has been squeezed for too long is like a flood surging out, surging and gushing. So Fengli's tears became more and more turbulent, and he led Liuli silently weeping, silent thoughts, and unbridled let his uncontrollable feelings vent out.

Silent for a long time, I don't know where I went, tears dried with the wind and sand, the wind patted the glass, thanked this guy for always being with him, but I didn't want to look at the person behind me who followed silently. couldn't help frowning, how long had this person been with him, he looked at himself all the way.

The qiē that had already happened could not be changed, so I looked at him and did not speak.

Wen Mu spoke all the way, and then was silent all the way, watching him silent and silent tears all the way, silent and sad. He didn't know what could make such a cold person so sad, what made him so strong, even if he wept and was so silent. So there has been silence, silence follows.

Now I see him looking at himself calmly and indifferently, his eyes are calm, as if nothing has happened, his heart is even heavier, indifferent and strong person. He wanted to know what he had been through, and looked at his silhouette in those deep eyes, and his heart couldn't help but have the desire to find out, completely forgetting that the purpose of his entry into the world was to protect the city of Angola Rus.

Looking at Feng Li's eyes clearly written and asked, he fully understood that he was immersed in his own world just now, and he didn't feel his own existence for half a minute. He replied: "Under the Wen Mu, under the Sword Venerable Sect." Thank you for saving your life. ”

Feng Li looked at him, just for the shot he didn't care about, and followed him all the way, this person is so ...... Bored.

Not knowing that Fengli had already made a conclusion about himself, he nodded silently and turned to leave. Wen Mu hurriedly followed, affirming his thoughts, thinking, this person is so pitiful, but he can't speak, it is really miserable.

Fengli was immersed in his own changes, and he no longer paid attention to the people who followed him, and thought that he would separate when he was separated, so why bother to greet passers-by. Wen Mu, who was listed as a passer-by, did not have the slightest consciousness of being a passer-by, and followed Fengli all the way to introduce him to the customs and geographical environment along the way, without the slightest intention of leaving. Feng Li listened without speaking, nodding or shaking his head, but this did not affect Wen Mu's enthusiasm in the slightest, and he decided that even if it was an ice lump, he would be covered by his enthusiasm in the end.

Looking at the enthusiastic Wen Mu, Feng couldn't help but think of another person. The brother who slept on his shoulder that night, a brother who couldn't sleep if he couldn't rely on it, couldn't help but have expectations in his eyes, that person should be in the city of Luz in Angola by now. He is his only relative in this world, and he will rely on others, has he left himself behind?

Although he relied on himself that night, he didn't rely on him, relying on the little warmth on his shoulders, and under the gaze of his father and mother in the night sky, he survived the long **.

He once said that he met in the city of Luz, Angola, is he in the barracks now of age, can he adapt to such cowardice, is he okay, is there anyone bullying him, is there anyone to help him?

Wen Mu, who had been watching Fengli's reflection, naturally noticed the longing in Fengli's eyes, and wondered what had aroused this person's cold and silent heart. But Feng Li ignored himself all the way, looking like he was familiar with you and me, so he couldn't ask. I couldn't help but secretly think about the appearance of the person who evoked his thoughts.

The two went all the way to a small town, rested for the night, and hit the road again. Although Wen Mu patted his chest and assured that he knew the way to the city of Ruz in Angola, Feng Li, who was accustomed to believing in him, still bought a map, which made Wen Mu very dissatisfied. It seems that he is unreliable and has no sense of trust.

This made the journey quiet for a while, of course, this would not affect Feng Li, and Wen Mu said that it would not affect him whether he spoke or not. This made Wen Mu even more unrelievable, and couldn't help but start talking, and a qiē along the way was under his talk...... Lived.

The autumn mountain, the bleak grass, the golden bright sun, the desolate and warm, warm the heart of a wanderer home, the heart of the wind is under this warm sun, little by little yellow, little by little warm, quiet and warm, this is the place where they grow, is the place where the father and mother sleep, here is their breath, love and warmth.

The twilight is getting colder, and the night is in the sky.

Habitually getting up in the middle of the night, Feng Li pulled out Shen Tu's saber. The saber of Jiatu is characterized by being wide, thick and heavy, the knife surface is two inches wider than the Mia saber, and the back of the knife is thick and heavy. As the commander of Jiatu, Shentu's saber is also excellent, Feng Li has been practicing knives for five years and finally has a knife, a knife of his own, and he has been practicing excitedly on the way back many times.

Chop, tease, stab, point, horizontally, cut, the knife as thick as an axe is still silent, every knife must do its best, do its best to do the best, the wind is speechless, the knife is speechless. This is what he insisted on every day after killing Shen Tu, although I don't know what the use is, but daily progress is like waiting for the hunt to grind the claws, and the minions are always sharp and sharp after a long wait.

Wen Mu looked at the concise and bright knife technique, calm and sharp, silent. is an obvious routine in the army, but it is not in the Mia military camp, but more like the brightness and strength of Jiatu. Looking at its proficiency, it is the kind that is familiar with the heart, how can he be so proficient in the knife technique at a young age?

Wen Mu fell into deep thought, after all, the duty of Jian Zun's subordinates is to protect the marshal, how can a person who has refined his sword skills and come from an unknown source say that he should also pay attention? But today he saved himself, and he was unequivocal about the attack on the Gatu soldiers, and that was also very certain. A person who is vague about the Gatu people has a good hand in the Gatu military camp knife technique, and this world is very puzzling.

Feng Li didn't think about anything, turning that confusion into a more sharp knife intent, turning and rounding, just turning and fitting, smooth and casual, this is what he has been focusing on for many years, if you practice swords and swords, then focus on your heart, the world only has swords, even put yourself second.

Wen Mu looked at this person whose body and mind were integrated into the knife, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. What kind of concentration can make him achieve the unity of man and knife at a young age?

Feng Li practiced knives, practiced knives in the Jiatu military camp, and did not consider the unity of human swords, he only knew the strength of Shen Tu, and knew that he had to practice the knife well, practice the knife to the extreme, and practice to the extreme. It is this extreme and single-mindedness, not "focused", he only has the sword in his eyes, the eyes, the hands, the heart, and only the sword in this world.

Perhaps the harmony of the mind is the transparency of the mind. Inadvertently, even he didn't suppress the killing of Jiatu, thinking about his father and mother, under the starry sky they watched, Fengli's knife was even faster by three points. The speed at which even the world could be cut apart did not open up time and space, did not return to the night of the bloodshed and fire, did not find the location of his father and mother, and did not have their warm and mellow laughter. The night is deep, and the thoughts are heavy.

The moonlight was in the sky to the glimmer of the morning light, and the paralyzed wind was paralyzed on Liuli's back, pointing in a direction and falling asleep, completely forgetting about it, and there was such a person who followed him...... Wen Mu.