The cold wind hit, with the fragrance of the leaves and the dampness of the morning sun, and the cheeks were wet and cold, soaked into the skin and bones, and even the heart trembled lightly because of the cold.

In front of me is the endless green and yin endless sky of Danqing Peak, which is a lonely moment connected by countless memories, which is unbreakable quiet, inseparable, and desolate.

The peach blossoms at the top of the cliff were already beginning to wither, drifting away with the wind, floating over the steep cliffs and flying into the sky, farther and farther away, and finally disappearing into the vastness.

On the edge of the cliff stood a silver figure, straight as a chip, standing proudly.

He held a long emerald flute and looked motionless into the distance, like a silver statue, standing on that lonely cliff for thousands of years, but it has never faded by time, never lost a single light.

Yan Yun hurried to his side, with unprecedented urgency: "Dad! ”

He turned his head and looked at Yanyun silently, with the vastness of the entire Danqing Peak under his eyes.

"Dad, it's a daughter." Tears had already wet his eyes with the bitter words, and Yanyun only felt that his throat was tight, and a thousand words were all condensed into a choked voice, and the hardships were indescribable.

She knew that this was a dream, and only dreams could blur the parting of life and death, and could take her back to the place where she was haunted by her dreams.

"Daughter." Huo Zhen had a hint of an insincere smile on his young face, but he was not moved, he was just the way she remembered, before this hard life and death.

But that's good.

"Daddy......" tears slipped out of her eyes, she lowered her head, "My daughter is so tired......"

Another long, wet breeze swept up and down the flowers across her face and into the sky.

Huo Zhen didn't speak, but picked up the flute and opened his lips and teeth lightly.

The murmuring melody cuts through the silence in the air, hovering on the cliff, like a mountain stream meandering, refreshing, but the heavy loneliness in the melody is like an ancient tree without stars and moon in the dense clouds and mountains in the sky, which makes people sigh for it.

The end of the song.

The mountains are cold and silent again, leaving only the sound of the wind.

"How can we forget the grievances and past, although Du Kang is good, he is also relieved of sorrow and hatred." He walked slowly to the stone table and picked up a wine glass, "I can't ask for it, I hate it, I love to part, why do I taste it all the time, but I still don't know the essentials, it's hard to be liberated?" ”

Yanyun looked at his father's deep eyes, what kind of profound past was hidden in them, so that he was so cold and indifferent now.

"Come, Yanyun." He suddenly said to Yanyun, "Dad taught you to play this tune." ”

She wiped away tears.

This piece is called Jinghong, which has the same name as the dagger, and was composed by my father for my mother.

She remembers that this was the scene when she was five years old, the first time her father taught her to play that tune, the day when the peach blossoms rained on the top of the cliff, and the gray cliff became hazy and pink, beautiful as a dream, which has always been the most brilliant and dazzling stroke of all her memories about Danqing Peak.

Father......

Yanyun woke up from the dream, and when he touched the corner of his eye, there was a line of dry tears.

She stared stiffly at the dark roof of the tent, then took a deep breath and sat up. This dream disturbed her mind, and she was afraid that she could not sleep again this night, so she lit a candle, put on her clothes, sat on the flickering candlelight, and watched the candle flame shine.

In the dream, she returned to that day many years ago, and outside the dream, there was no turning back.

At this time, there was a sound of slow and steady footsteps in the corridor outside the house, vaguely accompanied by Xiao Er's flattering voice: "This black light is blinding, guest officer, you slow down, our Tianzi No. 1 room has always only received distinguished guests, comfortable!" The guest officer must have been tired of staying so late, and the little one will go to fetch you a few buckets of hot water when you return to the room......"

Through the crack in the window, Yan Yun could only see that the person who was warmly greeted by the shopkeeper was dressed in black, and it was too dark to see his appearance outside, but when he walked, there was a small and sharp sound from his waist, like the sound of iron joints rubbing against each other.

The voice is...... Master!

Yanyun was overjoyed, and just wanted to push open the door and walk out, but remembered the gourd that was walking with her.

In the next moment, her hand holding the door lock stopped, she pressed against the door, and when the master entered the house and Xiao Er went downstairs, she gently opened the door bolt, picked up the slender iron needle that pulled out the incense ash from the incense burner and came to the gourd room, and inserted the iron needle into the crack of the door, and opened the door bolt little by little. Master's sense of hearing is extremely sensitive, and at this time, it is so silent in the middle of the night, she can only open the door of the gourd so carefully, and unconsciously curse in her heart, this gourd sleeps so dead, it must have been drunk before going to bed.

The bolt of the door opened, and Yanyun gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was pitch black, and only by the moonlight through the crack in the window could I see a dark figure lying on the bed.

This kid. Yanyun walked over, the gourd on the bed slept very dead, she wanted to reach out and push him up, but as soon as her palm touched his clothes, she subconsciously retracted her hand. What made her stop was a bone-chilling chill coming from the gourd's body, a cold and piercing aura that seemed to penetrate through her palm.

How could there be such a cold aura in the gourd's body?

Yan Yun tentatively reached out to his wrist again, and he didn't even have a pulse!

He's dead? Yanyun held back the horror, and then probed the gourd's snort, in the absence of a pulse, the gourd was still breathing, but the speed of this breathing was extremely slow and weak, more like spitting. She lowered her head and leaned her ear close to his chest, and his heart beat very slowly, six or seven times slower than the average person.

She carefully recalled the scene when she fought with the assassination division today, and she had the impression that the gourd did not suffer external skin injuries, could it be that there were internal injuries? But in the evening, when I was in the wine shop, the gourd was content, and I drank heartily, not like I had internal injuries. Excluding the possibility of injury, there is only one possibility left: illness. But there are countless records of strange diseases and strange diseases in the world, but she has never seen the mention of gourds, if it is said to be a superior martial arts, such as the art of divine breath, such as the art of divine breath, there is no such thing as emitting a cold aura.

What's wrong with this gourd, right now the master is next door, she can't carry the gourd away by herself, and even if she has this ability, it is difficult to escape from under the master's nose quietly. But she can't ignore the gourd's life or death at this time, right?

Why don't you go and plead with Master? An idea popped into my head, but then I was rejected first. Master was an Assassin, and pleading with an Assassin was tantamount to a dream. Moreover, over the years, none of the people Master wanted to kill survived. Thinking that this gourd has no grievances with her, but she has rescued her many times, how did she let this person die under the master's sword.

"When will the apprentices be with him?"

The door was pushed open at some point, and the long shadow was brought into the room by the moonlight.

Yanyun's heart sank.