He edgeworth left. Ren Hanshi sat paralyzed on the ground, she endured such humiliation for the first time in her life. The swordsmanship secrets she had inherited had all fallen into that person's hands. Even his own innocence was ruined. She hid her face and wept.

I don't know how long I cried, but the sky had turned gray. She went to the pool to wash her face. After washing her face, she found that the scar she had left was gone, from a fight with another swordsman. She cried for a long time, and did not dare to look directly at her face anymore.

However, there is no blemish on her face at the moment.

She touched her face in disbelief, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

She cleaned her body and changed into the dark colored Dao robe that Jiang Ye had left for her. There was still a hint of smell left by him on the robe.

Tie her hair with a red rope, and she picked up the bag that had been given to her.

"Whether you are called Chenyan or Chu Qianqiu, I will definitely find you."

She left with her sword in hand.

At this time, in a lonely mountain village, in front of a desolate and dilapidated thatched house, a man was standing.

The man is five feet seven inches tall, his eyebrows are like ink, and his eyes are like a pearl. He was silently watching here.

He approached the thatched hut and stroked the earthy stove, which was now covered with spider silk.

He sat on a pestle and looked at the fireplace, where there was still unfinished firewood, a wooden scoop, and a cutting board.

He was impressed by the fact that a kitten often came out of the small cave in the north, always cautiously coming to seek food.

There was once a black dog that gave birth to a litter of puppies here, and Jiang Ye took care of them carefully, but in the end he was found by Grandpa Wang and drove it out, and the litter of puppies froze to death outside.

He didn't know what Grandpa Wang's name was, but the nearby villagers called him Wang Lao Widow, and Jiang Ye had called him Grandpa Wang since he was a child.

It's just that he died, killed by his own hands.

He hurt himself deeply, when he had hope and enthusiasm for life, now that he thinks about it, the feelings for him that used to be so ridiculous that he will not have a trace of sympathy for him even if he goes back to the past.

Those who hurt others will always be hurt, why can a person who loves others be able to wantonly hurt others? Misshapen love can only be inflicted on a person in the form of hatred.

Watching the sunlight shine and dust float in the light, the spider waiting for the opportunity to wait for the prey, Jiang Ye fell into meditation.

What kind of state of mind can transcend the world? Su Rong said that he would cut off his fetters in the red dust, what he longed for, what he loved, what he hated, and what he cared about, all of which had to be let go, and only by practicing in this way could he go further.

But he never forgets that night six years ago, and it is an inseparable memory in his life.

In the depths of his memory, an old man asked him with a cruel smile, "Have you never regretted it?"

Jiang Ye looked at him and said fearlessly, "I have never regretted it."

Then the memories of the past came to mind, and the old man said, "Look, I saved you."

On a snowy night, a baby baby was crying, and the old man happened to pass by and held him in his arms: "Baby, don't cry, don't cry."

When he was three years old, the boy had a serious illness, and the old man carried him to the county seat on foot for more than ten miles at night, looking for Lang Zhong to prescribe medicine for him.

When he was five years old, the boy was unable to move his hands and feet because of his deficiency, so the old man boiled ginger soup for him and applied a hot hand towel to his body. It took him three days before he could get off the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Ye smiled and said, "Yes! I used to think that you were the best person in the world for me, and I would bear everything you did silently. Later I realized that I am myself, not your vassal, and I have the right to choose my own path. ”

Who remembers that for countless days and nights, the old man lost his temper over a trivial matter, beat him half to death, and insulted him with all kinds of vulgar words. After venting, he was locked in a wooden house, and the next day, he kissed him with sincere apologies: "Baby, grandpa loves you, don't go to your heart......"

And he always forced a smile and said, "Grandpa, I'm fine......"

Once, twice, three times......

Gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore, but he still held back the anger in his heart and said indifferently: "Got it."

He went to find a neighbor, he went to report to the official, but the old man only spent a small amount of money to buy it, and when he came back, he was bloodied.

He finally understands that the nature of this world is corrupt, he decides to love only himself and live only for himself, and the desire to have someone who loves him has dissipated.

So on a rainy night a few years later, after he was beaten half to death by the old man again, when the sky was a little gray and still not bright, the old man still came to apologize to him.

"Baby, grandpa is wrong......"

He hugged him into his arms and smiled, "I know, I know ......"

So he told everyone in the village that he had accidentally bumped into the corner of the table. Those people believed him and did not doubt him in the slightest.

He stood at his grave, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

They were all relieved.

"Baby, don't you feel a trace of guilt towards your grandfather?" The old man wept sadly.

Jiang Ye looked at his hair and teeth that had fallen out, cloudy eyes, missing half of his thumb on his left hand, his rickety figure, and his lonely figure, and said with a smile: "The only thing I feel guilty about is that I didn't kill you as soon as possible, after all, who would suspect a child?"

The old man stretched out his hideous claws and grabbed at him, and without hesitation, he took out a sword and stabbed at him.

Suddenly, the light was bright, and the old man turned into a black smoke and dispersed.

At this moment, the demons in his heart were broken, and his realm reached the double realm of Zen.

He opened his eyes, and he was still sitting on the pestle.

Jiang Ye got up and patted the corner of his clothes and said, "It's time to go."

He came to dozens of graves in the north of the village, found He Xiuli's tomb, picked Xin Yi and perilla and spread them on her tomb, and said, "Aunt Liu, I'm leaving, I will have the opportunity to come to see you again in the future."

She was the best person he had been to since he was born, and he had been able to survive by coming to his house to nurse him as a child, and had always taken good care of himself, staying at her house several times in order not to get beaten.

It's just that her character is too cowardly, she has a drunkard husband who has been silently angry for many years, and every time Jiang Ye looks at her, she is almost in tears.

He once begged her to take him in, but she just cried: "Baby, your grandfather loves you, go back."

She had given herself hope, but she had put herself on the edge of a cliff, even herself.

Jiang Ye felt that this was her sadness, she was born in the wrong era, but she still maintained a good character, so she was bullied, abused, and silently endured everything and never resisted.

Maybe he hates such a character, but that doesn't stop him from loving her.

"I assure you that the former Jiang Ye is dead, just like everyone in the village, I don't think I will ever be like you in the future."

Walking through the dirt roads of the village, there was no one on the whole road, only the jackdaws in the trees chirping.

"Farewell, I used to live...... Hometown. Jiang Ye thought to himself.