Xiang Nan said: "Thirty lower-level Holy Spirit Stones can buy your life, and you can't help but think that you are too worthless." ”

"Well, follow me in the future. ”

That (yin yīn) yang face shook his head.

Xiang Nandao: "Do you think I'm not worthy of being your boss, you can draw a line, let's fight, or what." ”

That (yin yīn) yang face still shook his head, he had already seen that Xiang Nan would not kill him.

He threw the sword on the ground, turned (shēn) and walked away.

When leaving, this person glanced back at Xiang Nan, and then, the back of the lone figure disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Xiang Nan didn't speak, nor did he forcibly hold back, but just looked at the direction of the (yin yīn) yang face disappeared back, and was fixedly distracted.

"Did you fail? Pomegranate Hua appeared behind Xiang Nan and said: "This kind of capable people are generally weird-tempered, if you want to win them over, it is very difficult." ”

Xiang Nandao: "Do you know what I found in the last look he gave me?" ”

Pomegranate shook her head: "What did you find?" ”

Xiang Nandao: "There is no love in life. ”

"I've seen this kind of look, he no longer has any nostalgia for this earthly world, there is no brilliance in his eyes. ”

Pomegranate said: "Then you can't succeed anyway." ”

Xiang Nandao: "That's not necessarily. ”

It's night, outside the Moon City.

The seasons in the Sanctuary change quickly and are chaotic, sometimes like early summer, but after two days it is like deep winter.

At this time, it is snowing heavily.

A lonely (body shēn) figure, one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepped on the snow, and the footprints slowly extended into the vast blizzard.

The figure walked for a while and then stopped.

Outside the Moon City, there are all kinds of strange plants, but in front of this person, it is the most ordinary-looking, but for the Sanctuary, it is the strangest plant, because it does not belong here.

A pear tree.

A gentle barrier enveloped the pear tree, and in the soil beneath the roots, there was a slowly flowing liquid.

The pear tree blossomed, white and immaculate.

(Yin yīn) Yang face kneeling in front of the pear tree, and there was a voice in his mouth, as if he was saying something.

In a trance, a few petals on the pear tree gently fell.

Yang Face holds the petals in both hands and reattaches them to the branches, and a stream of water vapor flows from his fingertips to connect the petals.

But the flower was caught, and other flowers began to wither.

He kept picking up the flowers with both hands, and then took the trouble to pick up the white flowers one by one.

"Since it is irretrievable, why force it to stay. ”

Xiang Nan's faint (身shēn) shadow gradually became clearer, standing behind that (Yin yīn) Yang face (身shēn).

(Yin yīn) Yang face does not answer, still keeps receiving flowers.

Xiang Nandao: "The season is not right, and there is no sunshine, you use your strength to forcibly continue its life, and you can only save it for a while." ”

The (yin yīn) yang face still did not answer, and continued his movements.

Xiang Nan sighed, he stretched out his hand to draw a beam of sunlight, and let the sunlight envelop the pear tree.

With Xiang Nan's sunshine and the moisture of the yang face, the pear blossoms finally stopped withering.

Xiang Nan sat down side by side with (Yin yīn) Yang Face, handed him a wine jar, and said, "Drink with me for a while." ”

(Yin yīn) Yang face does not connect.

Xiang Nan smiled, patted the mud open, poured a few sips into the wine jar, and said, "Your life was exchanged for three middle-grade spirit stones. ”

"If you accept that your life is mine, then I think you have an obligation to answer my questions. ”

Xiang Nan knew that this person was no longer loveless, but he was also a person who valued the word "righteousness" very much.

Although it doesn't seem very authentic to say this, Xiang Nan can only use the agitation method.

The (yin yīn) yang face hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, he still took the wine jar, took two sips, and said, "You can't stop me." ”

"Today I want to die. ”

Xiang Nan smiled, looked at the white pear blossoms, and said, "Who is buried under the tree?" ”

"My master. The answer from the yang face was brief.

"On that day, the package you were carrying was your master's corpse. "Xiang Nandao.

(Yin yīn) Yang face nodded.

Xiang Nan picked open the placket of the yang face with his hand, and found that the birthmark on his face had spread all the way to the mouth of the (chest xiōng), and even continued to spread downward.

Xiang Nandao: "As far as I can see, I'm afraid this is not a birthmark. ”

"If you insist on leaving, then before you go, tell me about this tree, you have to leave me something, since I can't spare your life, then leave your story. ”

Yang Face took a big sip of wine, looked up at the pear tree in a daze, and said, "My father is a drunkard, and he killed my mother." ”

Xiang Nan's heart moved, and he said, "I'm sorry." ”

As he spoke, he was going to get back the wine jar in the hand of the yang face.

That (yin yīn) yang face blocked Xiang Nan's hand and said, "Every time he gets drunk, he will beat me and my mother." ”

"It snowed a lot that year, about the same as now, and I remember very well that he drank too much again, and when he came back, he beat us like a madman. ”

"I was young, and I didn't know anything but to be afraid, not even to stop him. ”

"I watched my mother being beaten to death by him, but I couldn't do anything about it. ”

Yang Face took another sip of wine and said, "Actually, I don't hate him." ”

Xiang Nan looked at the yang face, and stopped talking, not knowing how to persuade him.

That (yin yīn) Yang smiled desolate and said, "It's not because I'm too open-minded, but because I think all fathers in the world are like this." ”

"That same day, after he had beaten my mother to death, he rushed at me with a hoe. ”

"I don't remember a memory very clearly, but I vaguely remember that a seriously injured old man broke in. ”

Then I went on to live with the old man, and whenever I asked him where my father was, the old man told me that my father had changed his mind and gone to a better place for a better life. ”

"Years later, I vaguely recalled the scenes of my father's bloody face and the back of an old man digging in the snow. ”

Yang Face took another sip of wine and said, "The old man was very good to me, but that period was the lowest period of his life, and he lived a very messy life. ”

"I remember it as if the whole world was hunting him, but every time he managed to get some food, he always gave me half of it. ”

"He not only took care of me, but also taught me martial arts so that I could learn to protect myself. ”

Yang pointed to the pear tree and said, "That was my happiest time, and in that old man's yard, there was such a pear tree. ”

"I remember that people would often come to the door to kill him, but he could always turn evil into good fortune, and although that period (日rì) was happy, it was often accompanied by blood. ”

"He's your master. "Xiang Nandao.

(Yin yīn) Yang nodded and said, "Later, I learned that my master was killed by the enemy when he was a child, and he was the only one left. ”

He worked hard to cultivate, and finally thought that his strength was okay, so he went to the enemy to take revenge, but he failed miserably, not only did he not succeed in revenge, but he was hunted down by the enemy all over the world. "That is, the period when he was hunted down, he saved me and took me away. ”