All the way, all the way silent, the more silent I went, looking at the burned villages, looking at the nameless corpses that opened their eyes one by one, looking at the barren people all the way, looking at the ruins all the way, looking at the silence all the way.

Three days later, I finally heard a voice in the distance, Feng Li cleaned up the mood of scurrying, Liuli ran happily forward under his signal, these days Feng Li has been able to count the speed of ants forward, all of it is suffocated, and I know that Feng Li is in a bad mood, so I have to accompany the master.

In the distance, a young man in white was surrounded by a dozen Katu people, and there were also Gatu soldiers and Mia civilians next to him. The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, with exquisite steps and flexible moves, but he was outnumbered and gradually exhausted. But he was clearly unwilling to abandon the civilians here, and resisted with all his might. Just when Feng Li thought that the other party was exhausted, he saw him suddenly jump to the side of the Mia who was being tied, the sword light was brilliant and brilliant, and the white light flashed to the extreme, but he saw that the figure jumped back to the besieging side and was entangled, and no one could get out of it for a while.

Feng Li realized that this person's initial exhaustion was a lie, shook his head, and began to look at his sword skills. At the beginning, the sword technique in the army learned in Chen Village plus the Jiatu knife method improved by many years of practice, Fengli's knife technique is concise and clear, fast and direct, the most obvious feature is that there is no discipline, the enemy comes and I block, the enemy advances and I retreat, the enemy retreats and I attack, and changes with the enemy, sophistry and change. The young man in front of him has rigorous swordsmanship and flexible moves, but he is less ruthless and murderous, and has a kind of elegant and chic.

Killing a thousand enemies on the battlefield and self-inflicting eight hundred, Feng Li definitely has no intention of doing this kind of useless work, the maximum amount of time to save the body, the fastest killing of the enemy is a good strategy to save life. Shaking his head, he saw that two more people from Jiatu's side joined the siege, and Feng Li guessed that the young man would not be able to jump up and down for a while. Sure enough, after a while, I heard the man in white shouting to the captured Miya people telling them to leave quickly, and the Miya people over there shook their heads and didn't speak, how could they let go of Engong and run away alone. The man in white was so angry when he saw this, as soon as you leave, it must be much easier for the young man to get out alone......

The pedantic head, the angry guerrilla for a while, the pace gradually slowed down, and when he was about to die, he suddenly flashed with an afterimage, and the surrounding Gatu people fell down with their necks covered. But when he saw that he was exhausted, Fengli slowly sneaked over and quickly made a move, killing him.

The man in white looked at Feng Li in astonishment, but Feng Li didn't have time to pay attention to him, and quickly came to the side of the Mia who was escorted, and the three Gatu soldiers were quickly killed. Then he saw Feng Li lead Liuli away, but he didn't even look at him and those Mia people. He came to the side villagers and told them to leave alive and quickly withdraw to chase the wind.

"Brother, what do you call it?" The man in white said to the wind.

Feng Li looked at the person who caught up with him, dressed in white clothes without dust, with an emerald green belt around his waist, pinned to the flying dragon jasper, he had a dusty posture, coupled with his handsome face and gentle eyes, a calm and introverted temperament came to his face. At this time, seeing him staring at himself with burning eyes, Feng Li couldn't help frowning, this person's eyes seemed to be too hot.

"I don't dare to say thank you for saving my life, I don't know if I can tell the name of Engong?" Seeing that Feng Li didn't speak, the man couldn't help but bow down again and thank him.

Fengli frowned, in fact, he didn't know why he made a move, his previous self must have watched them finish the fight with a blank face, and he didn't care who killed whom, he would just silently watch these things end regardless of himself.

"In the following text, Mu inherited the sword honor, and entered the world to practice at the order of the family teacher." The man named Wen Mu didn't speak when he saw the wind, and reported his name by himself, even saying his teacher. Jian Zun's lineage, even Feng Li, who has been staying in the Jiatu camp, knows this. Listening to the man's mastery, he couldn't help but regret it, since he was a sword venerable, why did he need to make a move, the indifference on his face deepened, and his steps accelerated. He needed time to think about how he had changed today, what had led him to make a move, and what had changed him......

Wen Mu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that Feng Li's face was getting colder and colder, but his expression did not change. Each Sword Venerable will find his own successor before leaving, pass on all the things he has learned, let him enter the world to practice, and accept the inheritance before the death of the master, and so on. Although it is a single transmission, the Sword Zun is extremely famous in the world, because the Sword Zun has been passed down to this day, and has always guarded the city of Angola Rus, guarding the side of the marshal of the city, dealing with countless assassinations and raids. Angola Ruz City is the guardian of Mia, and the sword venerable is the door god, they stand by the side of the supreme commander, resist a bloody storm, so that the sword-wielding man of Angola Ruz City can stand on the city wall without any scruples, swinging his sword to repel the attack like a wave of Jiatu.

Fengli's expression was not pretending to be calm, but as if he hadn't heard of it at all, as long as it was a Mia, how could he not have heard of it? The suspicious look turned, looking at Feng Li, who was obviously Mia's complexion, it couldn't be a spy from Jiatu. The obvious difference in skin color and height between Mia and Gatu effectively eliminates the possibility of spies from both sides infiltrating each other's countries, otherwise the deaths caused by the assassination will increase even more! In that way, no matter how powerful the Sword Venerable disciples were, they would not be able to resist the endless and varied assassinations. This person is obviously a Mia person, and he saved himself just now, the swordsmanship is so cold, and the teacher must be profound, it is impossible to be so indifferent.

Looking at Feng Li, who was frowning and walking forward, Wen Mu couldn't help but keep up, how could his Sword Venerable heir let go when he encountered someone with such sharp swordsmanship!

Wen Mu saw that Feng Li didn't speak, and thought to himself that this person must be a person who doesn't like to talk, and his master is not a person who doesn't like to talk, so he can deal with this situation, that is, ignore him and finish what he wants to say. The loneliness and loneliness in Jiatu cultivated that Feng Li didn't like to talk, and the indifferent wind and sand tempered his heart, as vast as the sky, but ruthless and indifferent, plus there was something today, and his mind was not here at all, so Wen Mu did not speak or say anything. He didn't know at all, and he didn't want to know.

I have to say that Fengli's father is a great person, at least a great father, in the troubled times, he thought of Fengli pretending to be a man early on, and he couldn't survive in this world if he was weak. He didn't tell the story of the princess and the prince, what he told Fengli was all the stories of the survival of animals in the forest, surviving in troubled times is like surviving in the vast forest, tigers and wolves surviving, you have to learn to disguise, learn to hide, learn to show weakness, learn to seize the opportunity, learn to fight, learn to preserve the body, learn to use the things you can use to the environment and even enemies, learn to escape, to live as much as possible, to live a lot of things, to live a qiē is possible. The first one is, know the enemy, know yourself, know the enemy, no matter if he is so strong that you can only look up, and whether he is so weak that you disdain it, know all your strengths and weaknesses, fatal death holes, strong advantages, and fight with all the qiē.

So when I was a child, I listened to my father's little squirrel running up the tree, listening to the lion and tiger fighting, listening to the wolves fighting the tiger, listening to the sacrifice in the escape of the sheep, listening to the ants escaping in the fire, the little eyes were full of shining light, my father used these to teach him to survive, and taught him a qiē, at that time, my mother's eyes were full of ** drowning eyes, although sometimes there were worries flashing, more often it was gentle. Gently watching the father and daughter discuss how the elk should escape, whether the sheep can wade across the river, the warm breath warms their body and mind.

So in that bloody night, he watched his father and mother being killed, watching them lead the soldiers away, watching them fight, watching his father and mother fall, watching them look at their own uneasiness, looking at themselves reluctantly, so vague and nostalgic, he could only hide under the half-broken water tank, tears with his hands covering his face, first soaked, soaked his hands, overflowed along his fingers, spread along his wrists to his elbows, and soaked his clothes little by little, but he didn't make a sound at all, and he didn't dare to send it. Watching the Gatu soldiers drag their father and mother away, lighting a fire and burning, watching them disappear little by little, disappear little by little, turn into sparks little by little, turn into ashes little by little, and disappear little by little. In their minds, there was only the warm and affectionate eyes of his father and mother, and even said that it was reassuring and comforting, and they watched him hide peacefully, quietly silent, silent and quiet, so they left comfortingly. They knew that Xiao Feng understood, but they just missed her smile, and they didn't want him to be alone, worried about whether he could live and live alone. They are worried and relieved, nostalgic and happy, remembering love and worrying, Fengli is under such eyes, tears flow little by little, dry little by little, burned into the bottom of their hearts little by little, their hearts sink into the abyss little by little, quiet little by little, their eyes burn little by little, turn into ashes little by little, and be indifferent little by little.

Quietly watching his father and mother leave, quiet silence, indifferent calm, calm watching the fire burn, quietly getting up, silently coming to the fire, indifferently watching them annihilate little by little, calmly turning around, taking only a pinch of ashes and dust. Walking quietly in the night, looking at the night silently, indifferently looking at Luo San in the mound and breaking the wall, and calmly finishing the **. Quietly watching yourself be silent, silently watching yourself become indifferent, indifferent, indifferent.

A qiē drowned in tears, a silence in the ashes of the fire, a qiē drowned in the wind, and a qiē annihilated in that **!

The world that collapsed with a bang, full of desolation, looked out of the ashes, but there was nothing, nothing to see, silence to silence, silence to death.

With him was only a handful of dust, from Mia to Katu, even if the ash cooled to reassure him. That's the company of my father and mother, full of warmth and stability, they have always been by their side, all the time, Fengli said to himself.