Costume Axis Wu Jian, which means that service skills are generally stored in scrolls, while martial arts are usually stored in jade slips. Of course, there are no absolutes, for example, the evil "boy" back then, whether it is the inheritance of service skills or martial arts, it seems that they are directly inherited through willpower. "Broken fist", holding the white jade martial arts book in his hand, Ye Yu couldn't help frowning, it seems that he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. However, he didn't care much about it, and directly included it in the Tibetan ring. Qingshui Town Luo clan, if you want to come to such a small family, you won't have any too clever martial arts.

Removing the will barrier around him, the sound of nightingales and insects chirping instantly came in. The moonlight enters the house, and the breeze caresses it, if there is no corpse staring at the dead fish in front of him, it will definitely be extremely comfortable. "This horny scoundrel will really enjoy it!" Ye Yu couldn't help but laugh secretly, "snort" twice, and then gently closed the door and quietly retreated, leaving only the strange pattern of daggers and bayonets intertwined on the white wall.

Under the mist of the autumn morning, the clouds in the east have turned white. On the quiet streets, there is a quiet smell of magnolia flowers, and pedestrians in a hurry walk in twos and threes, adding a few smart vitality to Qingshui Town under the morning light.

"Gloomy Flower Workshop", a barefoot girl in the flower season, is hurriedly arranging the newly picked bouquet of flowers at hand. The autumn morning dew drenched her thick black hair, her red feet were mixed with the fragrance of the most intimate earth, and fine sweat stains seeped from the tip of her nose from time to time, mixed with the rich fragrance of flowers, blending into the quiet morning dew. From time to time, a few drops flow down the river, dripping into the bouquet at hand, dripping into the fragrance at the feet. It's hard to tell which drops are dew and which are sweat drops!

"Buy flowers!" Ye Yu suddenly snorted softly.

The girl hurried over. "What flowers do you want?" The long-lost country sound, although Ye Yu has always spoken the aristocratic pronunciation, but when he hears this long-lost country sound, he still feels very cordial!

"A handful of magnolias!" Ye Yu smiled sweetly at her, and the girl blushed suddenly, "Nong...... Wait! With that, he hurried away!

"Nong...... Nong's flowers! The girl was holding a handful of magnolias, and her face was as delicate as a flower. Ye Yu chuckled, handed over a gold coin, and took the handful of magnolias!

"Nong (you) wait!" The girl waved her hand in a hurry, indicating that she couldn't find it! Ye Yu shook his head, meaning no need to look for it. In a hurry, the girl hurriedly ran into the house and scavenged all the change. By the time she returned, the figure had long since disappeared.

Walking on the wide bluestone road, holding a handful of pure white magnolia flowers, the tip of Ye Yu's nose is filled with a strong floral fragrance. Suddenly, there was a "dong dong" bell ringing in the distance, and Ye Yu knew that it was the long-lost morning bell of the knowledge center. Like an alarm clock, the morning bell of the knowledge center has long become the biological clock of the town's residents. Listen to the bell to get up, listen to the bell and start your new day!

Thinking of the knowledge center, Ye Yu couldn't help but think of his former little tablemate, that timid little turtle, and that beautiful teacher Yaoyao! "Lannie and Little Turtle must have graduated!" Ye Yu sighed slightly, and said secretly: "May you all be happy!" "They are destined to be two kinds of people, one living in the ordinary sunshine, and the other being buried forever in a dark corner, with different paths, different lives, and even never intersecting. But there may always be a little place for each other in their hearts!

Continue along the bluestone road, walk through the straight streets, pass through the quaint medieval buildings on both sides, and Ye Yu comes to an empty square! Suddenly he slowed down and walked forward step by step! He will never forget this place, he will never forget it, and every step forward is a heavy point under his feet. Slowly raising his head, the flying white dove flew past his ears, waving the black hair on his temples, Ye Yu's body trembled slightly, carefully looking at this place that haunted him and woke him up from nightmares!

The former Baron's Mansion has long since disappeared, replaced by a peaceful cemetery, and under this hard tombstone, the lives of a full 120 members of the Ye family are buried.

Holding the white magnolia flower in his hand, Ye Yu slowly approached. The wide cemetery has been renovated, and the neat white marble floating wall stretches together, and in the center of the floating wall, two tombstones, one large and one small, are standing solemnly. "Baron Ye Li and the tomb of his wife" Looking at the ordinary line of small words, Ye Yu's eyes blurred instantly. ,

"Yu'er, is it good for Daddy to teach you how to build a snowman!" , "The little baron at home, how can you cry your nose casually, you see that the little face is about to cry like a little cat!" "It's time for the little lazy worm to get up, and he's sleeping lazy again!" "Today, grandpa will tell you the story of the god of fire!" The scenes of the past kept coming to his heart, his father's hearty smile, his mother's deep love, and the reckless sister Xi'er, and the storyteller Grandpa Cassie, all kinds of the past were constantly reproduced in his mind as if they had been movies, and finally dissipated with a bang.

"Father, mother, the child is back!" A handful of magnolias is offered on a polished flower stand. "Don't worry! I will avenge you, I will! No matter who the enemy is, I will kill them all and bury them all for you!" Ye Yu clenched his teeth tightly, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently!

Not far away, a gray-haired old man was leaning over and slowly walking towards this side. The old man looked a little weak, and he didn't take a few steps to rest, but he still insisted on bending down from time to time, and picked up the withered branches on the flower stand with his trembling hands.

"Uncle!" Ye Yu shouted softly, the old man's ear power didn't seem to be very good, and he was still working with his head down. Ye Yu raised his voice slightly. This time the old man heard this, raised his head slightly, and showed a wrinkled smile.

"Do you know who built this cemetery?"

"Huh?"

Ye Yu repeated it again.

"Don't (no) know!" The old man couldn't help but shake his head. began to talk to himself, the old man's language was a little vague, but Ye Yu listened to it with excitement, the old man told the story of Ye Li leading the people of Qingshui Town to divert water to fight drought, he had never heard these stories before, because his father had never told them. As he spoke, the old man pointed to the circle of floating walls, on which were carved the story of Baron Ye Li. And the majestic young man who led the way had a rare shadow of his father.

At this time, a little girl with a backpack jumped over, put down a small blue flower in her hand, and then ran away happily.

"Little sister!" Ye Yu hurriedly called out to her. "What's the matter?" The little girl showed her white rabbit teeth and smiled sweetly at Ye Yu.

"Do you know who built this cemetery?"

"Of course! It was built by the Lu family, and everyone in Qingshui Town knows it! ”

"The Lu family? It's Dan'er's family! Ye Yu muttered and said secretly: "This kindness is deep, and I will definitely give my life to repay it in the future!" Ye Yu smiled at the girl and said, "What are you doing here early in the morning?" ”

"Come here to deliver flowers, and then go to the Knowledge Center to read a book!"

"Send flowers?"

"Well, my father asked me to offer a flower here every morning when I went to school, and he said that the Baron was kind to our family, and we should always respect him!"

Looking at the small blue wildflower on the flower platform, Ye Yu's tears couldn't help falling anymore. Not only a flower, but also many of these small flowers on the white flower platform, their petals withered, but still fragrant.

"Thank you!" Ye Yu choked up and said. Crossing the wide square, stirring up the flying white doves, coming to this quiet and peaceful cemetery, offering a small flower, sending a mourning, this is the most true portrayal of the deceased baron by the people of Qingshui Town.

"Big brother, you're crying!"

"No, my brother didn't cry!" Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Ye Yu smiled lightly. Then the girl took out two copper coins from her pocket and hurried towards the old man. "Grandpa, this is for you!"

The old man smiled brightly, "Grandpa, don't (no) want it, Nong (you) spend it yourself!" ”

The girl shook her head, forcibly stuffed the two copper coins into the old man's hands, and ran over happily, "Big brother, I'm going to school!" ”

"Hmm!" Ye Yu touched her little head and asked, "Who was that grandfather just now?" ”

"Grandpa is so pitiful, his only grandson is buried here, and he has no relatives! He's guarding the grave here, staying here all day, it's so pitiful! The girl's voice was sweet, but there was an indescribable sadness!

"You go to school!" Ye Yu comforted gently.

"See you again, big brother!"

Seeing the girl's distant back, Ye Yu was full of emotion in his heart. In the past, he always believed that this was an era of the jungle, where the strong held the power of life and death, and the weak were destined to be bullied. In short, strength is everything. But now he suddenly felt that there was something that seemed to be more powerful than strength, and although strength could erase a person's life, it would never be able to make people remember this person. And that kind of strength can make those who have left live forever, and make the dead immortal!

After writing with tears, I am dedicated to you with a touch of emotion.

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