After Tuoba Hong left, Xiao Lang had time alone again.

When he left the rivers and lakes quietly, many people missed him, and many people forgot him.

Xiao Lang carved a cave in the stone wall by himself, and whenever it was windy and rainy, he slept in it. Of course, Xiao Lang prefers to devote himself to this landscape, and does not go back at night, just sleeping on a boulder illuminated by moonlight.

He likes to lie down and look at the stars with his eyes open, just like when he was a child.

Xiao Lang came out of the Divine Sword Gate, when he was a child, he had a withdrawn personality, and no one could have guessed that he would become a famous sword saint in the future.

Before the age of eight, Xiao Lang was always like a puppeteer, demented every day, even if his favorite master came to him, except for following the master to practice swordsmanship in style, the master and apprentice did not communicate.

No one knows what Xiao Lang was thinking before that, and no one knows what the Sword Saint is thinking today, and what he is thinking in his heart now, no one knows.

Ordinary people dream about it, and they probably forget it the next day, even if they don't want to forget it, they can't remember it.

But Xiao Lang has never forgotten since he was a child, and he remembers everything from childhood to adulthood clearly.

Xiao Lang remembered a dream he had when he was six years old, in the depths of a dense forest, filled with mist, and at the end of the mist, there stood a knight wearing a hat and a black robe, who wanted to hang a long sword.

In a daze, the person began to move, his body was dreamy, but it seemed to be close at hand.

Since then, the young Xiao Lang has his own opinions on kendo, so that he only coped with the exquisite swordsmanship taught by his master, and in his heart, the visual feast he dreamed of when he was six years old is the true inheritance of kendo.

At this time, it seemed illusory, and Xiao Lang didn't talk to anyone.

It was only later that Xiao Lang accidentally got this rusty wind and rain sword, which evoked his memories of this dream, as if it was a gift from heaven and man.

At that time, Xiao Lang was so high-spirited.

At a young age, he sat firmly on the throne of the first place in martial arts, almost all the people in the rivers and lakes knew that this sword saint had no opponent, one hand was full of sword rain, killing gods when encountering gods, killing Buddhas when encountering Buddhas, rare encounters in a hundred years, and thousand-year-old wizards, which is the most general evaluation of Xiao Lang.

But after the incident in Suolong Valley, after the grizzled Xiao Lang escaped from the valley, he lay under the sun, that kind of despair, there is no adjective to describe, and Xiao Lang no longer dares to think about it.

He blamed himself, but he was helpless, he saw with his own eyes that these Jianghu brothers were pierced by ten thousand arrows, burned by the fire, and crushed by the boulders.

Xiao Lang only saved one old monk, or rather, they rescued each other.

The old monk only breathed for a moment, and was about to get up and go back, Xiao Lang gasped and looked at his back without hesitation, and shouted loudly: "Master Hongwu, are there any living people down there?"

Hong Wu didn't look back, his pace slowed down a little, but he only said: "The sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore." ”

After Hong Wu left, Xiao Lang got up, just wanted to turn back, but only felt the heat behind him, presumably the fire in the valley was still burning, and remembered Hong Wu's words, stunned for a moment, or resolutely turned around, ran to the edge of the cliff, only to feel the heat wave on his face, the valley was red, and he couldn't see everything clearly.

Xiao Lang checked the wind and rain sword to the ground, sweating profusely, and his consciousness gradually weakened.

Xiao Lang raised his head, the sun was dazzling, and he asked loudly, "God, why? Why?"

No one answered, a deathly silence.

After that, Xiao Lang went incognito, went to Saibei, and met Yu Wenhao, the big disciple of Tuoba Hong, who was evildoer, in the country of Aobei, and after killing him, Xiao Lang ushered in Tuoba Hong's revenge.

At that station, one day and one night, Tuoba Hong was finally pointed at the center of his eyebrows by Xiao Lang with a sword, and he was defeated.

After learning Xiao Lang's real name, Tuoba Hong was surprised, this Central Plains Sword Saint, his prestige in Saibei has long been a god, and when he saw it today, he really lived up to his name.

Tuoba Hong sued Xiao Lang, and he also knew that his eldest disciple relied on his power to do evil, but he was the widow of his righteous brother when he was young, and he couldn't be ruthless no matter what.

But this person has long lost his conscience, has done all the bad things, has strong martial arts, and has his own shadow behind him, and no one has moved him in the northern country. Fortunately, Xiao Lang took action to get rid of this beast for him.

Speaking of this, Tuoba Hong sighed and kept saying that he was going to put two pillars of incense on his brother and apologize to him.

The two hit it off at first sight, and in front of the grave of Tuoba Hong's brothers, Tuoba Hong and Xiao Lang drank happily and got drunk to resolve their grievances.

In his words, Tuoba Hong lamented that in life, there are too many lives that cannot help themselves. His brother was originally a chivalrous man, jealous and hateful, and died to save people, but he didn't expect that the son he gave birth to was a natural beast, if his brother was still alive, he was afraid that Yu Wenhao would not live to be eighteen years old.

is so open-minded, Xiao Lang also recognized him as a friend.

Untied the knot in his heart, Xiao Lang also began to tell Tuoba Hong about his experience before he came, he has been suffering from no one to tell, this Tuoba Hong, is not from the Central Plains, but also like-minded, has a unique view of martial arts, all of which makes Xiao Lang feel that Tuoba Hong is a person who can confide.

After being drunk, Xiao Lang lost his god-like and cold face, and was more helpless and overwhelmed as an ordinary person.

After listening to Xiao Lang's story, Tuoba Hong also gritted his teeth, wanting to introduce Xiao Lang to the Holy Lord of Aobei, and to give up his official position as a national teacher to Xiao Lang, Tuoba Hong sued Xiao Lang, the new emperor of the Central Plains is a hypocrite, such a tragic killing, no one with a little conscience will do it.

Xiao Lang woke up most of the time after hearing this, and he shouted loudly Tuoba Hong, he was born in the Central Plains, and he will also return to the Central Plains. In the final analysis, the occurrence of this incident is also inseparable from the obsession of martial arts people with immortality, if people reduce a lot of desires, they will get more things.

Tuoba Hong respects Xiao Lang and no longer insists on it, before leaving, Tuoba Hong stopped Xiao Lang and wanted to compete with him again.

Xiao Lang said with a smile: "I'm down now, and you're also in sorrow, so it's not appropriate for me to fight again." Ten years later, you go to the Taoyuan Realm in Minzhou in the Central Plains to find me, and then you and I will fight again, and we should fight again, and it will be regarded as the last meeting to welcome the year of the sixtieth year. ”

Xiao Lang cherished this short-term like-minded interest, and it was not in vain to meet Tuoba Hong, the king of the Northern Swords, at the low tide of his life. And Tuoba Hong, who has respect and awe for Xiao Lang, originally wanted to get rid of him quickly, but he didn't start after all. He knew that Xiao Lang had already become reclusive, not to mention that this move was really not done by the eldest husband.

Xiao Lang sent away this old man, and it was much easier.

Ten years of promises, after all, there is no regret.