The winter of Qingniucheng has finally passed, but there is still some cold in the border city, the knife-like cold wind runs through the entire long street, the pedestrians on the road wrap their cotton coats and hurry by, the long street finally recovers some breath, some people start to do business, and the shops on both sides of the long street have also opened one after another.

Yes, the suffering has passed, and people still have to live and live, so you have to work, maybe day after day, maybe all year round, our days are light, our lives are simple, but we have no sorrows. We don't pursue immortality, we don't pursue the first in the world, this is the happiness of our ordinary people, a meal only needs two side dishes, three full heads, very simple, and easy to satisfy.

Changfeng Pavilion is still open, but it is not as lively as it used to be, the gamblers are gone, and the Tiger Golden City, which used to be flying and domineering, is gone, and his little brothers are going to regain their thighs.

It's been a while since the boss came back from Sword Forge Mountain, but what kind of sword he wants to forge no one knows, not even himself.

The sword is a symbol of strength, a symbol of power, and a symbol of dignity. The gentleman's sword is a kind of elegance, the scholar's sword is a temperament, the knight's sword is to punish the evil and promote the good, and the monk's sword is to prove the Tao with the sword.

Therefore, a sword can see the level of a person's identity, you can see whether you are a chivalrous person or a scholar, the sword represents your image, and to a certain extent, the sword represents you.

The boss has been living in seclusion in Qingniucheng for thirty years, and he has been forging a sword for thirty years, what kind of perseverance should he have.

Ruan Qingyun went to Changfeng Pavilion again today, since he experienced that life and death parting, this young man has grown up a lot unconsciously.

"How's the swordsmanship? The boss asked.

"Master, I'm already familiar with the basic sword moves. There are some advanced sword moves that have not yet been understood. Ruan Qingyun replied honestly.

"Well, "Qiankun Swordsmanship" is profound and unique, you have to practice more, the ancients smelled the chicken and danced, you should also encourage yourself. After a while, I will take you to officially worship Xiongjian Mountain. ”

Xiongjian Mountain, the existence that the world looks up to, is one of the three major schools of Shenzhou.

Ruan Qingyun was still a little excited, in his eyes, his father was already very powerful, but after that incident, he found that his father would also be injured and would be chased and beaten, so only a truly strong person can stand between heaven and earth, do what he wants to do, protect the people he wants to protect, and at this moment he longs to be strong.

The first rays of sunlight after the beginning of spring shone on the entire Qingniu City, sweeping away the haze left over from winter, and it was good that everything started again.

Ruan Zhikun scattered all his family business and dismissed a group of family members, and the empty house actually had a sense of desolation, which an ancient person said very well.

The boss's Changfeng Pavilion doesn't seem to be able to open anymore, and it has closed down. The boss took one last look at the three scribbled characters in Changfeng Pavilion, and then strode up the long street. Yes, he is leaving, leaving this place where he has lived for thirty years.

After all, the original ambition was not realized.

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. The long wind and waves, crossing the sea, is just a dream when I was young, and now the big dream is waking up, and life is going back to the original trajectory.

Ruan Qingyun carried a burden on his back and simply packed his luggage. At this moment, he is about to travel far away with his boss, the first trip in his life.

Ruan Qingyun was a little reluctant, reluctant to live in the place where he had lived for fifteen years, reluctant to leave his father, but the chicks would eventually leave the nest one day. The wind and rain in the future will have to be experienced by yourself.

The father and son recounted the parting words, and the long street was full of people, but no one cared, it was just an extremely ordinary trivial matter. When the son grew up, the father took his son's hand and said: "Qingyun, you have been relatively weak since you were a child, every time you are sick, I carry you all over the street, find the best doctor for you, in order to let you grow up healthily, now that you have grown up, I am very happy for my father, my son has finally grown up, and finally no longer suffers from illness." Your mother died early, I was afraid that you would be bullied and looked down upon by other people's children, so I felt inferior, so I put all my love on you, so I didn't let you suffer a little grievance, even if the kid in Hujincheng bullied you, I will help you find a place the next day, although you don't know. ...... Alas, don't talk about this, my Ruan Zhikun's son has grown up and has been accepted as an apprentice by the elders of Xiongjian Mountain, I should be very happy. ”

Ruan Zhikun quietly wiped his eyes, he shed tears, even if he had shed tears in the face of life and death, his son was the warmest existence in his heart, Ruan Qingyun couldn't help it anymore, and hugged his father tightly and cried silently.

He remembers those nights, his father carried himself all over the streets and alleys, looking for doctors, looking for medicinal materials, that tall and strong figure has never been so fragile, and when he grew up, he was looked down upon by others, bullied by others, and his father always came out to comfort himself as soon as possible, saying that you can, don't care about other people's eyes. Although my father is usually stricter, he loves himself after all.

My father was old, his gray hair was a little messy, and the wrinkles on his forehead were criss-crossed. Time flies, you are old, and now you are no longer proud, but your son has grown up, isn't this exactly what you want?

Father, you've worked hard for so many years.

The father and son hugged each other tightly, and the next moment they were about to separate, and the warmth of the past was the temperature that would never be dispersed in the heart. Son, father is proud of you. Father, son is proud of you.

After Ruan Zhikun explained a few words to his son, he took his son's hand to the boss and said, "Brother Mo, the dog will ask you to help take care of it in the future." ”

The boss nodded, "Brother Ruan, don't worry, Mo won't let him be wronged." ”

The two chatted for a while, and then they parted.

The boss and Ruan Qingyun walked through the long street and walked through the bluestone road where they had lived for many years, and they were a little lost in their hearts after all.

Ruan Zhikun waved his hand, not feeling good in his heart.

Ruan Qingyun suddenly turned around, "Father, remember to write to me often." ”

Ruan Zhikun nodded heavily: "Got it." ”

Ruan Qingyun continued to walk forward, took three steps and turned back: "Father, if you miss me, come to Xiongjian Mountain to see me." ”

Ruan Zhikun nodded heavily: "Got it, I'll come back to see you." ”

Ruan Qingyun continued to move forward, took three steps and turned back: "Father, your family's property is scattered, how can you live?"

Ruan Zhikun's eyes were moist: "You can go with confidence, I'm fine." ”

"Father, will you still be in Green Cow City after I leave?"

Ruan Zhikun was stunned for a moment, he didn't answer immediately, because he didn't know where he was going in the next moment? After a while: "Yes, I will be in Qingniucheng." ”

Ruan Qingyun ran back and hugged Ruan Zhikun tightly. He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave his father, but he had grown up, and after a long time: "I will come to Qingniucheng to see you." ”

Ruan Zhikun hugged his son, his eyes were moist, and he seemed to have made a lot of determination, took out a black wooden sign from his arms and stuffed it into Ruan Qingyun's hand: "I'll leave this to you!"

Then he left quickly, Ruan Zhikun did not look back, and the tall figure poured into the crowd until it was overwhelmed.

Ruan Qingyun stared blankly at the direction where his father disappeared, holding the black wooden card tightly in his hand, standing for a long time, and then followed the boss all the way through the long street, to the end of the long street, and rushed to the distant future.

Xiongjian Mountain is located on the northwest edge of Baiyun City in Zhongzhou. It is a great sect of cultivation with a profound background, and worshipping Xiongjian Mountain is something that countless people dream of, but the young man will be a little disappointed. Embarking on the road to Zhongzhou means that I am going to be separated from my father, when will we see each other again?

The boss glanced at the Red Flame Volcano, and finally it was time to leave, and then it was the time for the sword to come here.