What's the most important thing. Fengchen has been searching for this answer for so many years.

He had traveled to all corners of the continent and met all kinds of people, and the most beautiful thing for him was to meet people. He has seen and met countless women in his life, but he has only truly loved one woman, but he still hasn't stopped for her.

Fengchen once thought that nothing would worry him, but he was wrong. For countless nights, the woman haunted him. Finally, he turned back, the first time he had turned back, but in the wilderness, only a lonely grave awaited him.

Heartbroken, Fengchen thought that he was once again carefree. A child appeared next to him, and it was then that he learned that he also had a son, Canglan, who was now lying in bed.

"Uncle, am I not a bad person. ”

Fengchen walked to the window and looked at the moon outside the window.

"No, at least not yet. "The wind is light and the clouds are like thin clouds on the horizon.

Knowing that he also had a son, Fengchen was very angry, and even thought for a moment that it was this child who caused the departure of his beloved woman. Once again, he left the village, gave his son to a friend, and went on his own journey. I'm never going to stop again. Fengchen told himself.

Time flies, the wind and dust have gone far and seen a lot. He began to blame himself for leaving the woman he loved back then. He began to miss that brief time, remembering every detail of being with her. One day, many years later, he suddenly realized that he had a son, and that this was also hers.

The dust is back.

This child is very much like him, with a cold face and a melancholy temperament. At a glance, Fengchen could see through that he had a restless heart. At the next glance, he also saw through the frost on the child's heart. Fengchen has seen too many people, most of them can be seen through at a glance, not to mention his son, who has his blood flowing in his body.

Fengchen looked at Canglan's eyes and said, "Tell me, do you blame yourself now?"

Canglan was a little afraid of this look, "Self-blame." ”

Fengchen had such an expression of course, and said with a wry smile: "Self-blame, self-blame is such a simple thing!"

Canglan didn't understand.

"I don't want to be a murderous demon, I don't want to stay in this place for the rest of my life. The tears were dry, and Canglan said what he wanted in his heart.

The innocent boy is just like the dust of the year.

"If you don't want to, you resist. Fengchen said, "You resisted, but you didn't make even a little effort for it." You're just resisting, you're not a bad person yet, but you can't say for sure in the future. ”

"I've been controlling my magic. Canglan explained.

"You're not controlling, you're just running away. You don't dare to face this magic, you run, you keep running. But every time you have nowhere to run, you don't choose to resist, you just tie your hands up. Then blame yourself afterwards. I shouldn't, I shouldn't, but what's the use of that?"

What's the use? Fengchen also asked himself.

"It's so easy to blame yourself afterwards. Killing the animal, you blame yourself. You blame yourself for killing the enemy today. Someday, or like today, you almost killed your friend, and when that time comes, you tell me, what's the use of blaming yourself. ”

Self-blame is useless. Fengchen knows this very well.

Originally, Canglan thought that Fengchen would comfort him, but it turned out to be a question sentence by sentence. Canglan's body couldn't move, otherwise he would definitely tremble at this time, because he knew that what Fengchen said was the truth. Since the first time he lost control, Canglan was full of fear, he was scared, but every time that feeling appeared, Canglan satisfied him again and again, and then began to blame himself.

This time, he wanted to change.

"Uncle, what should I do?"

"Son, it's up to you. ”

Canglan's eyes were confused at first, and then quickly turned into firmness. This made Fengchen unexpected.

"Please tell me about that magic. ”

Fengchen smiled and walked to the window, at this time, there was still a person outside the window, but Canglan didn't know.

"This magic is called 'The Other Side', and it has been around for a long time, and it is an ominous magic. There have been many people who have pursued it frantically, but the other side is not something that ordinary people can bear, and these people have fallen. ”

A chill hit Canglan's heart, and the flame of hope that had just been ignited began to be extinguished.

"But you're different. Fengchen turned around, "You're the lucky one." ”

Canglan has never felt lucky, he has never seen his parents since he was a child, and there is such magic in his body, such people have nothing to do with luck at all.

Fengchen continued, "There is another magic in your body that can suppress the other side. So the other side will not affect you under normal circumstances, if it were not for that, you would have fallen into the devil long ago. Child, cherish this luck. ”

Is this kind of luck really lucky? Cang Lang couldn't help but be suspicious. Soon he understood that this was a kind of luck, and he wanted to control the other side. The flame of hope began to burn again. "Uncle, thank you. ”

"I'm leaving. Fengchen was a little lonely, "You're so self-conscious." ”

"Now?" Canglan was also a little lonely.

"Tomorrow morning. In addition, Luo Yao said that you can go back to the Cape of the Sea. ”

The corner of the sea, Canglan's heartbeat accelerated, how afraid he was that this unscrupulous uncle would follow up with a sentence "Lie to you." Even in this atmosphere, Fengchen can't say such things at all.

Fengchen left the room and walked outside, waiting for him alone in the distance.

"Aren't you going to tell him you're his father?"

"It doesn't make much sense to say it, besides, it's still a father like me. Fengchen smiled bitterly, "After so many years, it's hard for you." ”

"You are kind to me, and I will treat your son as if he were my own. ”

The mountain peaks are cold, the full moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is desolate.

"If he doesn't understand and falls, help me kill him. Fengchen said.

The man said, "Don't worry, I won't, there are so many things we regret." ”

In the dead of night, Canglan lay on the bed, his body was still stiff, but his heart was no longer stiff.

When he woke up in the morning, Canglan's body was already moving, and Fengchen was standing at the door, and after seeing Canglan, Fengchen said that he was leaving.

"I'm leaving, and besides, I think the little girl you met in the cave is good, and if you have a chance to meet again in the future, don't let it go. ”

The beginning and the end are no different, and the wind and dust are still so unserious. Looking at the back of Fengchen leaving, even if he had been prepared, he couldn't help but be lost. He could perceive that this encounter was unusual, and he thanked Fengchen for teaching him.

But Canglan didn't know that it was also Fengchen's questioning of himself, and Fengchen didn't want his son to repeat his mistakes.

Fengchen left, and Canglan also began to plan the next plan, and it would take about half a month for the disease to come. Before that, Canglan planned to take advantage of this time to try something that he had been avoiding before.

Canglan came to the workshop, Luo Yao ordered a weapon every day has not yet been made, and this time he plans to use magic to forge a sword.

The magic was almost exhausted last night, so today Canglan is only going to try the simplest. Canglan was a little nervous, picked up a piece of iron ore, controlled the magic power in his body, and began to engrave the magic circle.

A circle with a diameter of one meter began to take shape. At this time, Canglan still used normal magic power. He placed the iron ore on the circle while keeping the mana transmitted. The iron ore slowly melted and turned into liquid, Canglan closed his eyes, and felt every part of the ore with magic power, and then the ore slowly began to change into the shape of a sword, this kind of sword Canglan was made countless times, and every detail was clear to him. But at the same time, he also realized that his magic began to become strange, and only after recovering a little bit of magic could not support a complete sword-forging process, the other side appeared. Canglan tried his best to restrain himself, but the desire in his mind was indeed growing wildly.

Finally, an iron sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Canglan didn't have time to confirm the quality, so he frantically rushed into the basement and spent the whole morning inside, and the lust finally subsided.

When he came out of the basement, Canglan was already covered in sweat and exhausted. But Canglan's heart was still very happy, because this was the first time he had successfully suppressed his desire, although it was just a flame, but this was indeed the first time he had done it. In the afternoon, Canglan didn't try to use magic again, he knew that his magic power had not yet recovered, and using magic power again at this time would definitely get out of control.

In the next few days, Canglan practiced every day, his magic power had fully recovered, and the number of times he could practice magic sword casting every day was also increasing, and his control of his magic power and suppression of desire had grown to a certain extent.

When he had nothing to do, Canglan flipped through his master's notes again, as well as Fengchen's books. During this period, when Canglan went to Qingyan Town to buy something, he also heard the news of Olympiad's escape, and then that night, Qishan came.

As soon as Qishan arrived, Canglan immediately began to apologize, and Qishan said many times that it didn't matter, and Canglan was willing to give up. At the same time, Qishan also came to tell Canglan that he was leaving.

"Are you going to leave too?"

"Orsay has fled, and I don't have much reason to stay here. Besides, the people here are arresting me. ”

"Then what are you going to do in the future? ”

"Go back to the previous mercenary group, and by the way, inquire about the whereabouts of the Orsay, by the way, are you interested in coming to my mercenary group. ”

Canglan smiled bitterly, "I'll forget it." ”

Qishan laughed and said, "Don't have too much psychological burden. Also, don't forget that you owe me a sword. ”

"I can't forget. ”

"Okay, I'm leaving, take care. ”

"What happened to Orsay's son. Canglan suddenly said such a sentence.

Qishan paused, "Let him go, that's just his father's sin"

In this way, Qishan also left. In just one month, Canglan got to know five people, which Canglan didn't expect at all, and he only hoped that the master would not call him back to this place after returning to the Cape of the Sea.

The days passed in the vicissitudes of practice every day, during which time he was on the verge of collapse several times, and on one occasion he had already rushed into the woods, and was about to swing his sword at a small deer, he stopped, and sat alone in the woods all night.

One morning, half a month later, he appeared in front of the house. When he saw Canglan and was about to start saying the persuasion words that he had carefully practiced many times, Canglan had already taken out his luggage, and before he knew what was going on, Canglan had already locked the doors and windows.

The time to return to Cape of the Sea is very fixed every year, and Canglan started packing his things a few days ago. He also sorted out the inside and outside of the house, and he didn't know why he didn't care about things when he lived here, but began to care when he left. He cleaned the workshop spotlessly, the good master of the town books, sorted the few remaining ores in the basement, and cleaned the weeds around the house. Finally, he stood at the back of the house and glanced at the Zhuling Mountains in the distance.

Before the illness had eased up, Canglan had already walked out of the old distance and turned back to say.

"Let's go. ”

"Huh?"

At the same time, Canglan also silently said in his heart, "Goodbye!"