After accepting the reality, Su Luo no longer struggled with why Huang Shang was a woman.

Although there is indeed a person in the history of the world in which he lives, although Huang Shang in history has been an official in the court, and there have been poems handed down.

But this is not the world he is in after all, this is just a martial arts world with a similar history.

Martial arts, or even the almost resurrecting art of creation, which one could hold up in his first twenty years of cognition?

If we don't talk about martial arts and Taoism, let's just talk about the current development of this world, there are also great inconsistencies with history.

At the beginning of Tianlong, the Great Song Emperor was Zhao Xu of Song Zhezong, there is no doubt about this, after all, that goods became Su Luo's host.

But a year after the start of Tianlong, Xiao Feng married Yelu Hongji in Liao, Xiao Feng was 32 years old, and Yelu Hongji claimed to be 13 years older than Xiao Feng, that is, 45 years old.

Historically, Yelu Hongji was born in 1032, and according to his 45 years old, it should have been around 1077 at that time, and the little emperor Zhao Xu was born in 1086.

In addition, the Wanyan Aguta rescued by Xiao Feng was born in 1068, and the Aguta should have been 9 years old at that time in history, and the current Aguta in this world has become an adult.

In a world where the timelines of such famous emperors are not compatible, the gender of a character who exists in later legends in terms of influence is different from the legend, and there is really nothing worth dwelling on for him.

After all...... It's not the world he lives in, is it?

After no longer had any confusion about Huang Shang's gender, Su Luo nodded in Huang Tingyun's expectant gaze, and agreed to the request of this man who only had his last day to live.

Seeing Su Luo nodding, Huang Tingyun let out a long breath.

He knew that he only had one day to live, and he also knew that even if he didn't have to die, after the people of the Ming Sect had discovered the traces of their father and daughter, it would be difficult for him to protect his daughter under the tracking of many masters of the Ming Sect.

Therefore, the magical benefactor in front of him, who didn't know how high it was, but was able to pull back the life of the mortal who stepped into the gate of the Hades Hall one by one, and extended his life for a day, became the last straw in his eyes.

To be able to follow such an existence, let alone a Ming Sect, even if it is the Great Song Dynasty, it is impossible to arrest people from such a person, right?

Therefore, in the case of knowing that he was going to die, for the sake of his daughter's future, he did not hesitate to give his biggest secret, the secret book of magic obtained from the nameless island, just to find a shelter for his daughter.

After making his wish, Huang Tingyun was obviously much more relaxed, even if he knew that he was going to die tomorrow, maybe it was because he had already died once, maybe he knew that tomorrow's death would definitely come, and there was no way to avoid it, but he seemed very indifferent.

While Huang Shang was asleep, Huang Tingyun left the small courtyard, gathered together the innocent corpses in the hidden village, and buried the ashes of these people who were implicated by him after a fire.

After that, Huang Tingyun left the village alone, and he didn't know where he went.

It took two hours to leave, and two hours later, I returned by moonlight.

After returning this time, Huang Tingyun did not leave again, just sat on the edge of the bed, guarding his only relative in this world.

Knowing that today's events had cost his daughter too much attention, in order to let her rest well, he deliberately ordered her sleeping hole.

And he kept it until the early morning of the next day.

In the early morning, when the first rays of light poured into the room through the wooden window, Huang Xiang, who had been asleep for a long time, opened his eyes.

"Daddy!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Huang Sheng screamed in panic.

"Daddy's here!"

As soon as she shouted, she was covered with calluses, and her rough big hands fell, rubbing her hair, and comforting softly, "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here." ”

"Daddy!"

The girl threw herself into her father's arms, her thin arms tightly hugging her father's waist, for fear that if she was not careful, her father would disappear from her eyes again.

"Good girl."

Huang Tingyun comforted his daughter gently.

In the morning, Huang Tingyun was always by Huang Shang's side, cooking for her, washing her clothes, packing up for her, and sewing worn-out clothes for her.

Such a move made the little girl's sensitive heart realize something.

It's just that watching her father do everything seriously, she can't bear to show the sadness in her heart, and she doesn't want to disturb this last warmth.

In the afternoon, the big hand and the small hand walked a lot outside the village, as if regaining the memories of the past.

Su Luo didn't know what Huang Tingyun said to Huang Sheng in the afternoon, and he didn't know what kind of agreement there was between the two.

When dusk was approaching, the big hand led the small hand and stepped into the gate of the small courtyard.

Huang Tingyun made a dinner for his daughter in the kitchen, watching his daughter eat the dinner she made herself, Huang Tingyun's eyes were gentle, reluctant, and complicated emotions that were difficult to speak.

After Huang Shang was full, Huang Tingyun packed up the dishes and chopsticks, checked his daughter's outfits, stood in front of his daughter and asked, "Shang'er, will Daddy take you to see the sunset?" ”

"Good!"

Little Lori nodded obediently and walked out of the house, Huang Tingyun picked up her daughter, jumped onto the roof.

On the roof, two figures, one large and one small, sat together, facing the west, looking at the red sunset, and watching the red clouds in the sky when the sun set.

The fire clouds are so beautiful, and the beauty is suffocating.

"Shang'er, is the sunset good?"

The girl turned her head to look at her father's wrinkled face, nodded, and replied in a milky voice, "Beautiful! ”

"That'...... In the future, when I miss my father, I will take a look at this sunset and this cloud, okay? ”

"Good!"

The girl nodded obediently, with a smile on her face, and her big pretty eyes were bent into two crescents.

Quiet, spreading in the sunset, the man next to him didn't speak, the girl didn't turn her head, just sat there quietly, watching the sunset, watching the moment the sunset fell, watching the burning clouds in the sky disperse little by little.

"The sunset is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk."

In a trance, she seemed to hear a low murmur; In a trance, she seemed to see a jade hand stretched out from the clouds; In a trance, she seemed to feel a big hand beside her tightly clasped with the jade hand in the clouds.

She didn't cry, she didn't shed tears, she still quietly watched the sunset, watched the sunset fall, and watched the sky gradually become darker.

"Who is there there, Wangqing Mo asked. In September, the dew is stained, and the Qing is waiting for the twilight. ”

Somehow, such a sentence suddenly popped up in Su Luo's mind.

Sitting down next to little Lori, quietly looking at the sky that was gradually darkening, he felt that this sentence was so appropriate at this moment.

Then there was a long silence until night fell and the stars hung in the night sky.

"Daddy said that when it was just dark, the first star that appeared on the horizon was called dusk."

Without turning her head, the little girl's soft voice sounded, as if she was talking, and as if talking to herself.

"Daddy said that when Shang'er misses him, he will look at the stars in the sky, and Daddy and his mother are among them, watching and accompanying Shang'er in the sky."

"Daddy said, Xiang'er should be well-behaved, don't cry, don't cry."

"Daddy said ......"

Looking at the little girl who was sleeping in her arms, Su Luo knew that she was not crying......

It's just that the tears fell on their own.

ps: I saw some comments and felt like I had a lot to say, but in the end I didn't say anything and didn't know what to say.

After thinking about it, why bother? I just want to write my book based on the story in my head. Those who feel that they can't accept it will give up, and those who feel willing to watch it will continue to look down, right?