The plan of the day is in the morning.

Early morning is a beautiful time, and everyone who likes to wake up early should be happy.

In the happy morning, people who go out of the house like to feel the morning breeze.

The morning breeze is gentle, and the gentle wind can not only blow away the unpleasantness of last night, but also soothe the sorrow of last night.

The man who was sad last night was not only a woman but also a man in the inn.

But when encountering such a thing, you can only tell men, because only strong men can be patient.

After all, as the saying goes, a man is steel, and a woman is water.

Even if a strong man turns into molten steel, his heart is still hot.

This kind of heat can melt not only the cold ice and snow, but also the rock-like tough heart, of course, the person facing must have a heart that can beat.

Women are water, but it is difficult for women to do it, because as long as the wind blows through the calm water, it will always bring a layer of water waves that are difficult to calm.

No matter how big the waves are in this layer, it will rise and fall.

Li Qing is a strong man, his heart is the water melted by steel, always with fire.

He looked at the blind man with his own eyes.

Li Qing had to admit that the blind man in front of him was not simple, although his eyes could not see, but his heart was not blind at all, he could feel other people's every move with his heart.

Even the mind of the person.

At this moment, even if Li Qing couldn't believe the blind man's past, he couldn't help but believe what the blind man said.

Everyone has a past, but everyone is not necessarily willing to tell others about their past.

Although the people who meet keep saying that they are best friends.

In this world, such friends can be met at any time as long as they walk out of the house and on the street.

Especially when they are proud, they have the most such friends, and they will face their honest selves with the most false laughter every day.

Li Qing did not meet any friends in this morning.

There must have been an indescribable relationship between the blind man and the living dead, and their encounter was only a chance encounter of time.

Li Qing wanted to ask about their past, but he still held back.

The severed right arm of the living dead is enough to show that he has a sad past, which the blind man standing must have known, but he didn't say it.

I can't tell others about the past, and I usually have a lot of sadness, so I can only see how much this person can bear.

Some people may become sluggish, while others are strong because they believe that the sun will still shine brightly tomorrow.

In the face of the words of the living dead, Li Qing didn't want to answer, he just didn't want to answer.

How many secrets does a sword have?

Why do these secrets always make countless people curious?

Li Qing was silent.

There are no secrets in the world, all secrets are just some people who deliberately make it a secret.

Without curiosity, people wouldn't have so many secrets.

Curiosity makes many people always like to explore something that others don't know, even though it's just a sword.

After all, the sword is just a weapon to kill, it will not have any emotion, it is in the hands of a person, it is a weapon, but when it enters a person's heart, it becomes a secret again.

How many stories does this sword of his own hide that others don't know? Li Qing has always been reluctant to think about this question, nor has he wanted to speculate, even if others tell him, Li Qing no longer wants to hear it.

Because he doesn't want to know the secret of this sword at all, the more secrets a person knows, the more burdens he will inevitably have in his heart, and a heavy burden will not only crush a person, but also make a person's heart begin to become haggard.

It's a very reasonable idea, and most people think so, but how many people can do it?

Li Qing didn't know, but he had to let himself do it.

The living dead's quick Q&A, Li Qing already understood in his heart that even if the blind man hadn't told himself, he could guess that the living dead must have been a swordsman in the past.

After all, no one in this world wants to cut off their own arm, unless that person encounters something heartbreaking.

It's not in the nature of men to be weak, but they will use cruel lessons to make themselves remember the sad past.

Li Qing looked at the living dead, and he once again saw a desire in a person's eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and at the slightest change, a person's eyes will betray themselves, that is, the person is especially good at disguising himself, and he can't even see the slightest reaction on his face.

His eyes couldn't.

Every different look was a confession of the heart, although he never said it.

Li Qing shook his head and rubbed his nose with his hand.

He has heard countless rumors and been misunderstood many times.

But there has never been a time when he thought about it like today, and he kept reflecting on everything about himself.

Who killed Murong Jun? Was this person helping himself? Or was he blaming himself? Li Qing kept asking himself in his heart, but he couldn't find an answer.

Murong Jun probably shouldn't have appeared here, this place didn't belong to his world at all.

He brought his sword with arrogance, wanting to prove his greatness with self-confidence, just a simple thought, he confirmed with his life that this speechless river and lake does not belong to any proud and conceited person.

Li Qing suddenly had a conjecture in his heart, did Loneliness deliberately let him go? The purpose of Loneliness was just to find the ghost's nest through the sad Murong Jun?

It's a pity that the loneliness who always likes to wander alone is not here, even if he stays here alone, he will not answer Li Qing's question, after all, no one understands the lonely mind.

From the moment he knew Loneliness, Li Qing could hardly guess this person's heart.

With a slender sword, he killed all the people he didn't like, without any reason and without any explanation.

Li Qing only remembered his words, "Can you really hold my sword?"

At this moment, the blind man said many incomprehensible words with a calm heart, what kind of purpose was he?

Li Qing wanted to see it from his eyes, but this person had no eyes.

The blind man told the sword that there was another secret, which was indeed a very tempting topic, and in the morning breeze it began to become quiet outside the inn, and in the silence everyone waited.

If a person can say something that others do not know, he must know more things than others, and this person can easily become the focus of attention of others.

Looking at the blind man in front of him, Li Qing's heart sighed.

The rivers and lakes are so dangerous, if a person knows too many things, his life will no longer be peaceful from this moment on.

This seemingly simple approach may make him famous overnight.

As long as a person can become famous, he can get everything he wants, and his life will be completely changed, maybe his life will become colorful and colorful, maybe it will become empty and hopeless.

But as long as they come to this point, they will become a pity, because such people often have a short life, and they will only become a passing guest in a hurry.

The three men standing next to Murong Jun's corpse held their breath almost at the same moment.

The three of them had four eyes facing each other, and no matter who was looked at by this kind of look, their hearts would panic.

Their eyes had been staring at Murong Jun who was lying on the ground, but when the blind man said this, they couldn't help but glance at each other now.

After seeing it at this glance, Li Qing completely understood a person's heart, how fast the change would be.

The silence between each other is not that they don't want to speak, it's just that the silence comes too quickly.

Will the blind man continue to speak? Will Li Qing stop him? Not only are the living dead waiting, but everyone standing here is waiting.

It's a pity that no one heard the blind man continue, he slowly raised his head, and actually began to laugh at the living dead, his smile really made people can't understand, is this a mockery, or an explanation?

The living dead were only slightly stunned when he heard the laughter, but he immediately nodded, as if he understood the laughter of the blind man, and why a man who could not see anything laughed.

After a burst of laughter abruptly stopped, the living dead did not speak again, he just looked at him, and the men behind him lifted the corpse on the ground and left the inn in an instant.

Li Qing silently watched his departure, from this moment on, he had understood that the unspoken secret would soon spread in the rivers and lakes, and at the same time, many people would know that he had killed Murong Jun.

This is a trap, Li Qing knows very well in his heart that this is someone else taking advantage of his integrity

Human integrity has many weaknesses.

Not only can no one prove this, but no one can explain it to everyone.

What kind of trouble will he have tomorrow? Li Qing didn't dare to imagine.

But at least there is no one at the moment, and he will ask himself again, Li Qing nodded at the blind man, although the blind man did not have anything.

But Li Qing knew in his heart that even if he said all the secrets of this sword out loud now, the fate of the blind man could not be changed, and the people he chased and killed him would be greedy and endlessly curious.

They will use countless methods to deal with the blind man, forcing him to say all the things in his heart, maybe these methods are cruel, maybe these methods Li Qing can't even think of.

But this is the nature of human beings, even if the blind man tells everyone the truth of the facts, he still will not escape the questioning of others. Unless there is only one possibility.

Li Qing couldn't tolerate this possibility, but he knew very well in his heart that in this world, there was only one kind of person that others didn't ask, and that person was a dead person, and a dead person could take away the secrets that the living wanted to know.

But the blind man in front of him, as if he didn't care at all, lit the pole to find the way, and left the inn, and every step he took out was with laughter.

No one asked him where he was going, but everybody understood that what the blind man was taking away was a kind of trouble.

Li Qing walked into the inn in silence.

The ground floor of the inn is not very big, but it is not small either.

The people who lived here had already gotten up, and of course they heard the conversation outside the inn, but no one asked Li Qing.

Li Qing didn't want to say it, and of course no one asked, because he was Li Qing.

In the speechless morning, Li Qing was very depressed.

He really wanted to find someone to talk to, but who would listen to him at this moment?

His answer could only be no, because everyone who stayed at the inn seemed to be very unhappy.

At this moment, Li Qing saw Ning'er again.