Song Zhang frowned, he couldn't understand Xiao Bing... Xiao Bing has no so-called begging for mercy, nor is there any so-called ridicule... It was as if he was simply saying goodbye...

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Song Zhang asked, "Do you regret it?"

Xiao Bing raised his head and stared at Song Zhang with his two eyes, his silent eyes did not fluctuate at all, he looked back at Song Zhang, and after a while, he slowly tried to speak, "I... Be... Villain...... Is it?"

Song Zhang hesitated for a moment, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer. He could hear Xiao Bing's sarcasm, if it was as usual, Song Zhang would definitely go back because of his little temper. But he didn't, he looked at Xiao Bing calmly, showing extreme patience.

Xiao Bing didn't speak again, the entire silent world was quiet, and it was even quieter at the moment, he looked into the distance, closed his eyes and felt the gust of wind that had just blown... He likes the feeling.

Song Zhang waited patiently, he believed that Xiao Bing would still speak.

"I... Junior... Over... Okay?"

Song Zhang looked at Xiao Bing, who was a little too quiet, and smiled faintly, he was very satisfied, this kid did not forget his younger brother because of hatred. Song Zhang said calmly, there seemed to be a little more weirdness in his eyes, "He's doing well, he's very mischievous..."

"Then I... Just don't go... Don't go to see him... Now, let me... Always living in... In his memory" Xiao Bing spoke very slowly, but it was obviously much better than just now, and he spoke relatively smoothly for the first time.

"Why", Song Zhang's eyebrows raised, staring at Xiao Bing puzzled...

Xiao Bing said lightly, "I don't know if I will survive, but I know that I will never have a chance to see him again in the future, since I can't see him in the future, why bother to see him again, besides, can he recognize me? Ten years later, does he still rely on me?"

Song Zhang was stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle. Indeed, when he saw Xiao Bing for the first time, he could hardly recognize this young man who was a little thin and calm-eyed was Xiao Bing, who had a violent temperament, and he couldn't recognize it, let alone the stupid Xiao Ying, who was a guy who only cared about eating.

But Song Zhang was unwilling to accept Xiao Bing's negative words, he was naturally unhappy with this kind of words, he lowered his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but he just hesitated, and found that he couldn't say anything now, the other party hated himself, and finally he had to smile dryly, and then said calmly, "Come with me!"

Xiao Bing didn't have any excited look, just followed silently, very calmly, the wind messed with his hair, his eyes looked at the distant hut, revealing a trace of confusion, habit is a kind of attachment, and farewell habits are sad.

The wind blew the small trees in the yard, the branches swayed, and then the field of vision became smaller and farther away, and suddenly Xiao Bing faintly heard a rustling sound, which was the sound of the leaves moving.

Under the sky, on the boundless grass, a tall figure with a slightly thin person slowly walked away.

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The wooden attic, you can see the carved windows, the flowers are very beautiful, the antique tables, chairs and benches, the beautiful calligraphy and paintings on the walls, the porcelain on the table is like jade, the whole room is elegant.

Xiao Bing saw a set of clothes in front of him, and he didn't know what the material was, in short, it was not cotton, not linen, and not silk, but it was very beautiful.

This was sent by Song Zhang's apprentice, after all, it was not a good thing to let Xiao Bing walk on Zixiao Mountain in a wild dress.

After the disciple brought the clothes, he left without saying anything, and Xiao Bing was left in the whole room, his thin figure was even more lonely under the light of the window.

Xiao Bing was quiet for a long time, and finally changed into this dress...

His own straw coat has been with him for a long time, and in that world where there is nothing, everything around him will leave feelings. The straw clothes were folded and put away by him very carefully.

He didn't go out, and Song Zhang didn't restrict his movements, he was just used to being quiet, sitting alone by the window, and the tips of his hair were dyed very brightly by the light outside the window. He listened to the sounds outside with his eyes closed.

It's been ten years, and I've almost forgotten what a bird call is... He almost forgot what the insect chirping was, and even when he heard someone laughing outside, he didn't know what it was, but he thought it was very good.

At the moment he listened, wooden and full of curiosity.

The sound of a man walking through the house...

The rustling of the wind and the sound of the leaves...

The sound of insects chirping in the distance...

Unconsciously, he heard that at night, the voices of people outside were becoming less and less...

The darkness outside the window swallowed Xiao Bing's figure in an instant, Xiao Bing opened his eyes at this moment, and it was quiet outside, making him feel in a trance that he was back in the silent realm. He hesitated for a moment and walked out of the room...

The stars twinkled in the dark, and the whole mountain was not completely plunged into darkness, there was a faint scent of grass in the air, and there was always something shining in the distance.

The wind was very comfortable on his face, and Xiao Bing felt like he was back in the past.

This is Zixiao Mountain, grandpa's home, but unfortunately I didn't take a good look at it, I was in a hurry last time...

"Da Da ......"

"Huh?"

Xiao Bing heard someone, he turned around and saw a man in his thirties who was extremely handsome looking at him from a distance.

"Hello" Xiao Bing just nodded, out of politeness.

"Are you a new disciple of the old account?" the man seemed to be very interested in Xiao Bing.

"I'm not ......" Xiao Bing didn't look at the person, just quietly looked ahead.

"Then who are?" the man was surprised, and quietly looked at Xiao Bing's face, as if he wanted to see something different.

"I'm just a prisoner here...", Xiao Bing laughed to himself.

"You don't like it, tell me, I might be able to help you"

The wind blows in the ears, the man's handsome face faces the wind, the starry sky in the distance, the starlight flashes, accompanied by the wind blowing through the heavens and the earth, and the ears are full of the sound of the wind blowing leaves,

"I don't want to say it!" Xiao Bing said lightly.

"And what were you looking at?" the handsome man seemed to understand.

"I didn't look at it deliberately...... This is my grandfather's house, I want to take a look before I leave and go home for my grandfather."

"Your grandfather, your grandfather is a disciple here, so how could you not have been here before..."The handsome man was a little stunned, and he looked at Xiao Bing curiously.

"When I can remember, my grandfather took me on a wandering, and at that time he was very old, and he didn't come back until he died. ”

"What's your grandfather's name?" the handsome man got serious.

"His name is Chen Xiu, I have this, it was given by my grandfather..."As he spoke, a blue and gold talisman intertwined appeared on Xiao Bing's forehead, "There seems to be something bad in my body when I was a child, and my grandfather used his cultivation to make this seal..."

At this moment, the handsome man opposite was already demented, he looked at the talisman blankly, his mouth trembled, as if he couldn't control saying an earth-shattering name...