As the sun set, after Jun Qinghan threw the Great Elder out of the courtyard, he sat quietly on the threshold of the courtyard with his parents in his arms, waiting for the night to come. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the neighbors around were distressed, a good home was destroyed by a fire.

"Child, the coffin is ready, and the rest have been prepared properly, so let your parents be buried as soon as possible!"

The third aunt persuaded on the side, her eyes were red, and her tears kept rolling.

"Third aunt, I want to stay with my father and mother for one night, and I'll talk about it tomorrow", Jun Qinghan's voice was extremely hoarse.

"Okay then, Auntie will go back first!"

"Hmmm......"

Jun Qinghan looked at the body in his arms and squeezed out a smile, "Mother, it's still good to be from the village, the people outside are so scary, Han'er finally returned home!"

A person, a demonic beast, two skeletons embracing each other, just stayed in the dark night, extremely silent.

Jun Qinghan is already stupid, at this time he only has his parents in his heart, and he only has the ardent expectations of his parents when he left the village.

"Mother, the child is back, the child has been so hard all these years, they all look down on me, say I am blind, and laugh at me."

There, I miss you so much, I hope someone touched my head and scolded: "Han'er, be obedient!"

"Dad, Xiao Hanzi is back, Dad said, as a man, you must have dignity, Xiao Hanzi did it, I slapped Feng Hange in the face at the top of Feng Han, Xiao Hanzi is no longer the blind boy, they are all afraid of me, they are not as good as me."

Jun Qinghan said without a word in the dark night, there are complaints, thoughts, reluctance, and remorse.

"Mother, Han'er is back, why are you leaving?"

Jun's light cold tone became sad.

"Xue Ying is gone, Han'er cried for the first time, Han'er is very sad, except for her father, Han'er likes him the most."

"Now, why are you leaving, but I can't cry, Han'er promised your daughter-in-law that she won't cry in the future, and my father also said that men don't flick when they have tears."

The night was dark, and if it was dawn, he would naturally not see a trace of tears on Jun Qinghan's face, but there were two blood marks on the corners of his eyes.

From then on, no more tears were shed, but blood was spilled!

One night, all night, Jun Qinghan was talking to himself there alone, all the bitter water was poured to his parents, and all his achievements were also told to his parents.

From entering Fenghan Pavilion to apprenticing to being alone, to the top of Fenghan and the killing of the frontier, Jun Qinghan told his parents in every detail.

Because he knows that his parents are willing to listen and like to listen, and how can any parent be bored with what his child says.

Seeing a glimmer of dawn appear in the sky, Jun Qinghan suddenly felt a panic, it was dawn, and his parents were about to leave him.

"No, Han'er don't leave you", Jun Qinghan hugged the dry bones in his arms.

For the first time, Jun Qinghan felt that the long night was so easy to fade away.

A strong sense of loneliness suddenly arose in my heart, in this world, in addition to the underworld, are there any relatives?

Desolation, disturbing the body, the heart is like ashes!

It was already dawn, and Jun Qinghan sat there with his parents in his arms, silent......

When the third aunt came again, she screamed, covered her mouth, and her face was full of disbelief, "Xiaohan, what's wrong with you?"

The woman's face was full of anxiety, this was still yesterday's Jun Qinghan, two blood marks fell on her hard face, and the bright red of the blood was particularly dazzling.

A long snow-white hair, dyed with blood, pulled and fluttered in the wind.

Overnight, the mottled hair turned snow-white.

The legendary overnight whitehead!

When the hair turned snow-white, unconsciously, a meridian in the body slowly formed, but Jun Qinghan's mood was obviously not on it.

The third aunt's exclamation immediately led all the neighbors over, and when they saw Jun Qinghan's situation, they were all shocked.

They had heard of it overnight, but they had never seen a living example, and now, seeing Jun Qinghan's appearance, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

How much did this fire burn?

"Xiao Hanzi, what's wrong with you", the third uncle asked worriedly on the side.

"It's nothing, it's just a little sad in my heart, and I'll be fine after a while", Jun Qinghan replied with a little politeness.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay", the third uncle has some knots in his heart, what kind of sadness can make a teenager turn white overnight?

"Xiaohan, it's time to go to the funeral, if you miss the auspicious time, it's not good for the two of you", the third aunt said with a sigh on the side.

"Hmmm......"

Jun Qinghan nodded, looked at the two dry bones in his arms, and suddenly smiled happily, "Father, mother, I will be your son in the next life."

As he spoke, a Nanmu coffin was carried into the courtyard.

Holding the two of them and standing up, Jun Qinghan gently put the remains of his parents into the coffin, and suddenly glanced at his eyes and saw the black cloth in the arms of the two.

Slowly pulled it out......

At the entrance of the village, a middle-aged man with mottled long hair stood quietly, it was Ji Xuefeng, who had been away for a long time.

As Wei Yue, his brows were slightly furrowed, his face was solemn, and in the air, he could feel a trace of hatred, a trace of loneliness, and a trace of longing.

This breath is exactly the same as the breath of the young man named Jun Qinghan.

The figure flickered, and it quickly swept away at the location of the breath, without hiding the anxiety and concern in his heart.

Jun Qinghan looked at the black cloth suspiciously, why wasn't it burned?

Slowly pulled it out, it was a cloak.

The cloak is extremely smooth, pitch black as ink, and seems to be looming in the wind, with an arrogant and domineering word "Jun" on it, giving people a feeling of silver wings and chic.

In the cloak, there is also a silk scarf wrapped in it, and the handwriting is beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

Jun Qinghan slowly unfolded, his brows furrowed, and the hatred in his heart was provoked again, with only a few hundred words, for Jun Qinghan, it was tantamount to a big blow:

coincides with the vision of heaven and earth, the mainland will kill again, but the concubine has hatred in her body and mind, and she does not want to escape from the world, so she only begs Wu'er to be peaceful for a lifetime, and not to get involved in the war on the mainland.

If you meet a kind person, beg to ensure that my child has a good life, and the concubine will always remember the great grace, if you encounter a great disaster, you can go to the Hundred Miles Empire to find the owner of the Drifting Snow Building!

Thank you, concubine!

Jun Qinghan pinched the silk roll in his hand and kept trembling, why did he see this?

Why wasn't he personal?

It turns out that I am just an outcast.

"Ah......h

He hated, hated his own parents, the owners of this silk scroll, and subconsciously made him think that his parents were buried in the fire because of these two things.

Everything is because of this volume of silk scarves full of his life experience.

"Dad, Mother......"

Jun Qinghan leaned on the two dry bones, groaning in pain, why didn't you let it die in the fire, why did you die in the fire in order to protect it, why...... My parents are only you, only you!

Jun Qinghan stood up, the blade of the hidden sky swirled, and the brush was scratched on the silk scarf, and pieces of rags fell like snowflakes.

"Hehe, okay, this is gone, I am your son, and I have no other life experience", Jun Qinghan said firmly.

Ji Xuefeng, who followed the breath, just saw this scene, Jun Qinghan's expression made him feel pain for no reason, but the flying rags shocked his heart.

The handwriting, the scent of ink, how familiar and intimate......

Cutting the silk scroll, the blade of the hidden sky was aimed at the cloak that suddenly unfurled in the air, and with a stroke, the cloak suddenly hidden, and when the knife returned, it resurfaced.

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank, the dragon spear came out, and the snow drifted mountains and rivers into tears, bombarding the cloak wildly, but the cloak was not visible at all, and it didn't work at all.

"That's it!"

Ji Xuefeng, who was outside, walked in with everyone away, stretched out his hand and grabbed the cloak, "This is the last relic left to you by your parents, do you still want to destroy it?"

When Ji Xuefeng walked in, his body was obviously shocked, and he didn't pay attention to Jun Qinghan's white hair before, and sighed heavily, he was white all night, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse?

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply, looked at Ji Xuefeng, and gritted his teeth, "What my parents gave me is in my heart, but this cloak is not!"

"Humph!"

Ji Xuefeng snorted heavily, but he put the cloak into his ring and put it in Jun Qinghan's place, which would be destroyed sooner or later.

"Give it to me".

Jun Qinghan stretched out his hand to Ji Xuefeng, his eyes did not carry a trace of kindness, he must take the cloak back, because as long as he destroys this cloak, he will be the son of the pair of dry bones in front of him.

Although he is deceiving himself, Jun Qinghan is willing, he is willing to deceive himself for the rest of his life.

"If you still want to regret it like this today, I will give it to you", Ji Xuefeng flicked his sleeve robe, but did not take out the meaning of the cloak.

Jun was silent lightly, he hated remorse.

When Xue Ying died, he regretted him very much, and when his parents left, he regretted that he hated. This kind of pain is bloody, and he doesn't want to feel it anymore.

His hand slowly drooped, Jun turned around lightly, picked up his parents, and slowly walked out of the courtyard and towards the cemetery.

There was an empty coffin behind him, and a group of people followed silently, while Ji Xuefeng had a complicated expression and sighed.

Jun Qinghan walked very slowly, very slowly, just a distance of hundreds of zhang, so that Jun Qinghan walked for more than an hour, he was afraid, he was afraid of losing his parents.

After walking this part of the road, heaven and man will really say goodbye forever, so you are nostalgic!

The cemetery finally arrived, Jun Qinghan looked at the skull-like head, but seemed to see the wrinkles on his parents' faces and a smile at the corner of his eyes.

Slowly, the body was placed in the coffin.

Close the lid......

Jun Qinghan attached himself to the coffin, looking at it stupidly until the last glance.

The pit was formed, the coffin fell, and the dirt flew......

Jun Qinghan knelt in front of the coffin without saying a word.

A smooth stone slab, Jun Qinghan's fingers moved on it, and a trace of blood flowed.

There are only three strings of handwriting on the inscription: the father is not dusty, the mother is green and soft, and the son is light and cold.

The three strings of words are not high or low, they are written side by side, as if, Jun Qinghan buried himself in it!

The handwriting was shallow, but it was stained with blood.

Jun Qinghan's phalanx was also misplaced and broken.

......

Everyone left, only Jun Qinghan knelt in front of the tomb, standing quietly behind him, and Ji Xuefeng watched silently from a distance.

The air is dead......