Nothing was said all night.

......

The sun rises in the east, and the warm sun shines.

When I woke up in the morning, I finally broke through the oppressive night and ushered in this warm sunshine, and under the light, the people who were sleeping on the shore also woke up in that deep sleep.

"Where did Yao Jian and Yao Shan go?"

"I don't know, I seem to have been watching Yao Jian rescue Yao Shan last night, but it's all out of breath, how can I save it......"

"I seemed to see in a daze that when there was just a little sunshine, Yao Jian left with Yao Shan on his back. ”

As a few people spoke, they couldn't help but glance at An He, who had also woken up on the side, sitting on the bank, staring at the slowly flowing river, not knowing what they were thinking.

The water level of the river has dropped a lot, and the speed is much gentler than usual, as if it has changed from a running wild horse to a small foal in the middle of a row.

"Alas, neither of them was able to find their child......"

"Didn't we find it? ”

After experiencing this night's precipitation, the depressed people finally accepted this irretrievable reality. didn't say any more sad words, and invited the people around him to get up and go back together.

"Martial Master An, will the river swell again?" Yao Shui asked aloud as he walked to An He's side.

"There won't be any more anytime soon, and in a few days, the shrine maiden's inheritance ceremony will be completed, so you don't have to worry about it. An He said, with a slight tiredness in his tone, in a state where he had no mental energy.

Yao Shui nodded, no longer spoken, and naturally saw the exhaustion in An He's heart at this time.

An He stood up with An Qing in his arms, and silently walked towards the forest behind him, and soon disappeared inside.

The rest of the people also walked together, and the wounded who had been rescued from the river on their backs also walked into the forest one after another, and rushed to their homes, but the villagers who were usually enthusiastic seemed to have become mute one by one, and they were all silent.

The haze of this catastrophe hung over everyone.

On the other side, An He was in the narrow path in the forest, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking. An Qing in her arms moved a few times, then yawned lazily and opened her big sleepy eyes.

"Are you awake?" An He touched An Qing's small brain.

An Qing looked sluggish, as if she hadn't fully woken up, but just snorted coquettishly, hugged An He's neck, and put her head on the broad and warm shoulder.

An He looked at An Qing dotingly, neither of them spoke, enjoying the tranquility at the moment.

"Dad, what's going on there?" An Qing suddenly pointed in the direction to the right of the two of them.

The trees in that place were completely different from the other trees in the forest, the whole was black and gray, and straight, without a single branch growing on the side, each one was as thick as a bowl, and the height of the tree was out of reach, and each tree was close together, without a single gap, like a high wall of steel, shining a little cold in the sunlight.

"It's called Black Ironwood, it's the boundary of this forest, and behind the tree wall they form is the mysterious dam. We can't touch the area inside, and the black ironwood is like a railing to protect us from someone stumbling into it. An He looked at An Qing's finger and said as he looked at the peculiar "tree wall".

"So are these black ironwood artificially planted?" An Qing looked at the tall black iron trees and exclaimed, "Dad, how many more are there that I don't know... How did this tree come from?"

"There's so much you don't know. An He looked at An Qing's curious little eyes and smiled, "These black ironwood are said to have existed a long, long time ago, and they were planted by the witch herself at that time to prevent some people from straying into them. ”

An Qing nodded, if it was the same as before, she would definitely have to make a noise and go to the back of the black iron and wood wall to play, but after experiencing yesterday's events, An Qing was much less curious about these things.

I don't want to go through all those strange things anymore.

After thinking for a moment, An Qing hesitated a little, but still whispered timidly: "Dad?"

"What's wrong?"

An He responded. Looking at An Qing's look of wanting to say something but not daring to say it, I felt a little puzzled, you must know that this little girl has always said what she wanted to say before.

An Qing tilted her head and leaned on An He's shoulder, pretending not to care much, and asked, "That, what happened last night......

"Are you awake?"

"Uh-huh. An Qing rubbed An He's shoulder a few times, and then asked, "Uncle Yao Shan, ...... Dead?"

"Dead. An He said without any hesitation.

An Qing was stunned for a moment, although she did hear those movements when she woke up last night, she still thought she was dreaming, and she couldn't believe that these things really happened. But now, my father replied to himself with such certainty.

"Dad, why did you do that?" An Qing couldn't believe that her always gentle father would beat Yao Shan to death with a single punch, "Is what Uncle Yao Shan said true? Grandpa really killed Uncle Yao Shan's parents because of himself?"

My grandfather, whom I had never met, had passed away long before I was born, so I didn't know about my grandfather, and I didn't ask.

But last night, I heard my grandfather do that kind of thing. An Qing's first reaction in her heart was that she couldn't believe it at all, but when she recalled Yao Shan's hideous and angry face last night, she had doubts in her heart.

"Do you think your grandfather would do that kind of thing?"

An He asked rhetorically, "What kind of person do you think your grandfather's son, your father and me?"

An Qing buried her head a little deeper and said, "Dad... It's good to me, it's good to my mom, it's good to everyone... But why did you ...... last night?"

Yao Shan lost his mind because of anger, and the sequelae caused by bad luck and broken body were inspired by that strong resentment, and he would continue to suffer the pain of thousands of silver needles stabbing his body and then die. ”

An He said, with a tiredness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"The responsibility of a martial artist is not just to lead and guide people in their cultivation. In the beginning, the original intention was to be responsible for cleaning up all dangers that could endanger people's lives. Including those men who have internal sequelae triggered by resentment, they will be crazy and desperate to kill the people around them while they are suffering. ”