Then the winter sun rises as usual.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, feeling the cold touch coming from the palm prints, Qingyun slowly woke up again.

The tears in the corners of his eyes have dried, the sky with the red sun is cloudless, the temperature is gradually warming, and the night has exchanged its own world with the day, but all he is left with the sadness and boundless death.

Qingyun slowly put Yan Liangshan's hand down, and then dragged his heavy steps and walked out of the village indifferently, his father's body was still outside, he couldn't let his father be so violent in the wilderness.

When he approached his father's side, he found that the sword he used to wipe was broken beside him, and he didn't care about it because of his excitement just now.

Unfortunately, the sword had already broken into several knots by this time, and only the length of the sword above the hilt remained a certain length. At the hilt of the sword, the bright and bright red spike of the sword looked particularly bright in the sun.

Just as he was about to pick up the broken sword and touch the hilt with his fingertips, suddenly, a familiar voice resounded in Qingyun's mind, and his dry tears poured out of his eyes like a flood again.

"Yun'er, when you hear this, I believe that my father is no longer alive. Well, Daddy can't talk to you much, there's no way, a lot of things have happened, and Daddy doesn't know how to explain it to you. But I want you to know that you will always be the most precious treasure in my life and your mother's life, even if we are gone, my mother's love for you will always be with you. ”

As he spoke, Yi Qing seemed to have become choked, and his voice continued:

"Put away the amber pendant around your neck, and now your father tells you that the real name of this pendant is called Qilin Tooth, which is a first-class treasure in the whole world, and it is also a good medicine that can cure your physical diseases. The reason why Daddy won't let you show it is because there are countless kind people in this world, but this world is also full of deceit. The sinister heart of the human heart cannot be understood by getting along for a day or two. I hope you will remember Daddy's words, and only take it out alone when you are treating the symptoms of body cold, and you must put it away at other times. ”

"In the end, Daddy has no time for Yun'er, if you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas, and people will never grow up without going through tempering. So without Daddy, you must also be strong to live, Daddy believes that you can get out of your own world, but don't avenge Daddy, it's not just for your safety, Daddy doesn't want you to grow up with hatred. Maybe one day you will learn the truth, and you will have your own choice, but if you really reach the time of desperation, you must remember, go to the Fairy Sword Sect and find their head Yi Chen, that is Daddy's senior brother, your uncle, but you must not say to anyone except him that you are my Yiqing's son, so as not to make others suspicious, but you can rest assured that Uncle will not harm you. All you have to do is tell him you're going to get the sword back, and he'll know who you are. ”

In the end, Yi Qing's voice gradually began to ethereal in Qingyun's mind, Yi Qing seemed to have a thousand words, but even parting was so short.

"Xiao Yun'er, don't be afraid, your father and mother will always love you, always..."

In the end, Qingyun's mind seemed to suddenly explode like a ball of spiritual light, scattered into a sea of stars, and finally gradually annihilated, and Yi Qing's last voice disappeared with his tears.

It wasn't until Yi Qing's parting voice was silent for a long time that Qingyun's eyes slowly brightened, and he understood that it should be Daddy's last voice just now.

Refocusing his gaze, Qingyun found that his hand was still tightly gripping his father's broken sword, the blood from the nails embedded in the flesh was so similar to the red of the sword spike, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Sadly staring closely, he saw that the bottom of the body of the remnant sword was engraved with a flowing word "Qing", recalling his father's last words when he was dying, why did he let himself talk to Uncle Yichen about changing the sword back?

But now is not the time to think so much, the words that Yi Qing conveyed to his mind seemed to have magical power, giving Qingyun a little motivation to persevere.

From now on, he has no more to rely on, no matter whether he accepts the fact that his father has left or not, he has to live well after all, and he can't live up to his father and mother's love for him.

So, Qingyun slowly sat down and began to think about what he should do next.

It's a pity that after thinking about it, he found that in addition to confusion in his heart, there was still only confusion left, he didn't know where to go, and he was only fifteen or sixteen years old when he counted his age.

Gradually, tears swirled in Qingyun's eyes again.

"No, I can't cry, I want to live well, I want to find Sister Nanzhi, I want to take revenge! I want to find out the murderer who killed my father and everyone in Liangqian Village, I want to break their bodies into thousands of pieces!!"

Speaking of this, Qingyun really gritted his teeth, and the creaking fist once again burst open the wound on his palm, and a seed of hatred was taking root in his heart, and at this time, he had simply forgotten the words of Yi Qing and Yan Liangshan to the Nine Clouds.

However, hatred is Qingyun's greatest hope for survival at this time, and he wants revenge, even if he does everything!

So, he used the broken sword to support his weak body, stood up, and then took out the unicorn tooth on his chest and held it in the palm of his hand, feeling that the amber pendant seemed to have his father's last body temperature.

In the end, he solemnly put the unicorn tooth back into his underwear, and slowly walked towards Liangqian Village, where Qingyun first came to the house of his good friend Tiezhu.

Tie Zhu's mother lay at the door and couldn't see her face, but her body was covered with blood, and her arm was missing, and it seemed that she had been dead for a long time.

When he came to Tiezhu's room, Qingyun found that Tiezhu's chest had a huge depression, as if he had been slapped by someone and his heart had been shattered, but his face was relatively peaceful, and he didn't see too much pain, as if he was leaving in a dream.

Qingyun seemed to have a little smile under a closer look, touched the dark face of the iron pillar, and said lonely:

"Brother Tiezhu, goodbye. ”

Eventually, he found a patched garment at the head of the iron pillar bed and put it on, but it was a little wide, loose and leaky.

After dressing, Qingyun carefully moved the iron pillar and his mother's body to the center of the village, and then he concocted the same method, gathering all the bodies of everyone in the village.

Because there were too many stumps and broken arms, he couldn't tell who was whom, so he could only cremate all the people collectively as Yan Liangshan said, without even a tombstone.

By the time everyone's bodies had been found and moved, and enough firewood had been prepared, it was already dark.

Standing in front of the mountains of corpses, Qingyun felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if those body temperatures were still warming his lonely self in winter.

It's just that the next thing to greet the two villages is only the unfamiliar words of the four words of ashes.

He couldn't light the fire for a long time.

"Goodbye, everyone!"

After a while, Qingyun was reluctant, with parting, with the flying words that he wanted to say before but had not yet said, those happy, sad, and even those memories that he didn't want to remember.

Put down your hands and burn them down.

The bright red light of the fire reflected the remnant sun, and he threw the clothes that were put on the iron pillars on his body into the flames, because he was afraid that the blood stained his father's shirt red.

Then, Qingyun put away the broken sword and fragments, carried his father's body, and hobbled towards the small cabin on the mountainside.

It was only when he faced the whole world alone that he realized at this moment that his father's body was actually very light, why had he never paid attention to it in the past?

What else do I know besides knowing the names of my father and mother? It's just that now, even if I have a thousand words, I don't have a chance to speak!

He walked this mountain road countless times, and many times it felt very long, just like when he went down the mountain just now. But this time, he found that the mountain road seemed to be so short for some reason, so short that it seemed to be completed in one breath.

By the time I got home, the crescent moon had once again hung high.

By moonlight, Qingyun dug a new hole next to his mother's mound and put his father's body in it until it was buried and filled.

He has no memory of how his mother's grave was erected, but he buried his father's memory with his own hands, and I believe he will remember it forever. The mother's tombstone was simply written with the words "Yun Mulan", and it was not even carved.

Qingyun didn't know how to write on his father's tombstone, and he couldn't find a stone that could be used as a tombstone. Fortunately, Yi Qingxu had already felt it, as if he wanted to sleep in the same cave with Yun Mulan, there were enough empty spaces on the tombstone.

There was no way, so he had to add the word "Yiqing" next to his mother's name, and then erected the tombstone between the two graves.

"Daddy, mother, Yun'er knows that you don't want me to avenge me for my sake, but the revenge of killing my father is not the same as the sky! And you see, the fire under the mountain is dazzling! But it is a flame that burns with human lives! They are also victims! They have the right to know the truth of the matter! Someone always needs to avenge them! So, please forgive the children for their unfilial piety!"

After speaking, Qingyun kowtowed heavily in front of the grave, and the heavy kowtow seemed so out of place in the silent night. It is destined to be a sleepless night, and the voices and smiles of parents always appear in front of Qingyun's eyes.

He held back the tears that came out of his eyes, and the blood slowly oozing from his lips, which were clenched by his teeth, was once again slowly oozing blood, but he never let a single tear remain, because he knew that there was no one in this world who could make him cry anymore.

At this time, the fire in Liangqian Village was still burning silently, and although the fire could still be seen on the mountainside, the fire had weakened, and Qingyun estimated that the flames would probably be extinguished in the morning.