In life, there will always be many things that are hard-won and worth cherishing, some of which can be seen and touched, and some of which are illusory, but can be felt personally, such as family affection and friendship.

Although you always talk about how important they are to you, maybe it is only when you lose them that you can truly understand how much it means to you, especially for someone who is already lonely. Cherishing what you have around you is a feeling, but also a responsibility.

This winter, heavy snow has been falling everywhere, including some inaccessible and even lifeless places. God is like tireless, urging the snowflakes to fall in every corner of the earth, as if to tell every inch that winter is coming.

On the top of a cliff, there stood a person, a man wrapped in a black cloak, looking at the towering mountain peaks in front of him, the bottomless mountain stream, and the white snow earth in front of him, as if he didn't know what the cold was, just standing quietly in the wind, letting his black clothes flutter in the wind.

If a woman appears at this time, she will definitely fall in love with this picturesque young man standing in the wind. It's a pity that no one ever comes here, because this is a stream of the dead, a place full of death and undead spirits. And this young man standing in the wind is the Wuxin who has disappeared for a long time, it turns out that he has returned here, the place where he once lost everything but was reborn.

Now, it was time for him to leave again, because there was still a lot of work to do, and a lot of worries to be had.

After a month of meditation, he had recovered from his previous exhaustion and confusion and regained his spirits. In the past month, he has also carefully studied the sword book left by his father many times, and he can feel that his strength seems to have made another qualitative leap, because he can feel the more and more powerful power in his body, perhaps, it is the spirit that his father gave in that knife book.

On the top of the towering peak, a stone monument engraved with the words "Stream of the Dead" stands quietly among the weeds, and if you don't look closely, you may not be able to find it at all. Because the three words on the stele have gradually become blurred, which is the trace left by the years, indicating that it has experienced more than one winter.

A figure slowly walked down the narrow path to the bottom of the mountain, without hesitation, and walked very resolutely. But the heavy footsteps faintly heard in the wind, as if to tell the grass and trees here, that he missed this place and was reluctant to be here.

This person is Wuxin, who is ready to set off again, still holding the knife that has never left his body in his hand, his head is still slightly lowered, but there is a little more calm, and it is no longer like before......

Wuzhen is a very small, but very quaint town, although there are few people here, but people's lives are not boring, they are doing what they like, and they have relatives by their side. On top of that, very few outsiders come to bother. But today's Wuzhen does not seem to be as calm as before, because there are strangers here, and there is more than one.

A group of strangely dressed people roamed the streets, asking about the occasional passer-by and the uncrowded shops on either side of the street, as if they were asking about something. The kind-hearted people of Wuzhen had never seen these people who suddenly appeared, let alone seen their dress, but one person had noticed.

And this person who noticed it was just a passer-by, and he didn't belong here, and to Wuzhen, he was just an outsider.

The man was sitting in a small tavern on the side of the street, drinking the wine in his glass alone, as if it had a good amount. He had been watching the group for a long time, and he had drunk it for a long time, but he was not drunk in the slightest, perhaps because the wine he had drunk was so delicious.

This man was dressed in fancy but not too ostentatious clothes, with long hair and a kind smile on the corner of his mouth, although his appearance was not at all out of place here, but people didn't seem to pay much attention to him, they were all looking at the group of people in black who had been outside for a long time, maybe because compared to this group of people, the kind smile on the corner of the mouth of this equally strange young man was more reassuring.

The group was all wearing a black cloak and a black hat, all of which were worn on their heads, and the brim of the hat was so low that it was impossible to see their appearance, but looking at the way they danced with passers-by, they were probably looking for someone. They could be vaguely heard as if they were inquiring about a young man, someone who was also dressed in fancy clothes.

When the young man sitting in the tavern vaguely heard the appearance of this person described by the group, he suddenly frowned, but in an instant, his brows stretched, and a determined smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. A folding fan that he had been holding in his right hand suddenly opened and shook gently, as if he felt that the season of snowflakes was not cold enough.

And on the unfolded folding fan, there are two words written on it, "Nangong". It turned out that this person was Nangong Chu, who came out to look for Wuxin's whereabouts after knowing Wuxin's disappearance, but when he chased here, there was no trace to be found, Wuxin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no clues, and no one had seen him.

Probably the men in black got the same answer, they no longer asked every person, and they seemed a little irritated and frustrated. At this moment, suddenly a man in black who was also dressed in the same clothes ran over, attached to one of the black-clothed men who seemed to be the leader, whispered a few words in the ear, and then saw the leader in black hurriedly leading people to the other side of the street, with a hint of surprise on his face.

Nangong Chu was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, got up and walked out of the restaurant, followed the group from a distance, and followed closely.

The streets were sparsely populated, and nothing happened along the way, but the men in black walked faster and faster, as if they were afraid of missing something, shuttling back and forth in the narrow alleys, looking for something.

After a while, after passing through the deep alley, a small tea stall appeared at the mouth of the alley. There was a person sitting on the tea stall, who was slowly drinking tea with his head down, the same dress in black, but it was different from what the group of men in black was wearing, and it was just one person.

When Nangong Chu, who was hidden not far away, saw the person sitting alone on the tea stall through the cracks of the black-clothed crowd, the corners of his mouth showed a knowing smile again, and he smiled even brighter.

The black-clothed crowd only stayed for a moment, then immediately walked out quickly, and soon surrounded the black-clothed man who was sitting alone on the tea stall and bowing his head to drink tea, and showed their weapons one after another, looking vigilant.

But the man in black who drank tea didn't seem to see this group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared, still lowered his head slightly, and slowly tasted the tea in the teacup, which was not expensive, but drank it with relish.

"What's your name?" the man in black who took the lead said in a deep voice as he looked down at the man in black who was drinking tea. But the man in black who drank the tea didn't pay attention to it, and still sat there quietly, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything at all.

"I'm asking you!" Seeing that he was indifferent, the man in black who took the lead sank his face and said loudly again, this time raising his voice, It is estimated that anyone can hear it, unless it is a deaf person. However, to his disappointment, there was still no response from the other party.

"A few guest officers are also from other places, right? All of them are guests, please sit down, I will serve you tea. The owner of the tea stall said kindly, with a kind smile on the corner of his mouth. It was an old woman, an old woman who was blind, and although she could not see, her ears were so good that she could already hear that there were many more people coming, so much that she could barely sit down in this little tea shop.

The old lady said, walked to the other table next to her, closed her eyes, groped to put a few tea bowls on the table, and slowly poured the tea into the bowls, although it was a little inconvenient, but she had done her best, this tea stall was her most important source of life, and the only one that could support her to live.

The man in black who took the lead looked at the old woman who was dangling back and forth in front of him, with a look of boredom, but he didn't expect to meet a blind man instead of a deaf person. Dissatisfied, he grabbed the old woman's arm and tried to pull the obscure old woman aside. But suddenly he felt a tightness in his throat, and something pressed against his throat.

The man in black who originally lowered his head to drink tea had already raised his head, stared coldly at the eyes of the man in black who led the way, and said lightly: "You can not let me drink tea, but you can't hurt the person who made tea for me." A blackened knife was held in his hand, right on the throat of the man in black who was in charge, and although the knife was not unsheathed, the murderous aura was already permeating.

"It's him! It's him!" At this time, a person in the crowd in black suddenly pointed to the man in black who was drinking tea alone just now and exclaimed, he seemed to have recognized the identity of the man in black who was holding a knife against his leader at this time.

"Shut up!" The man in black who took the lead heard the exclamation of his subordinates, and hurriedly scolded, staring at him vigorously, as if he was afraid that the subordinate would say more. In fact, he himself had already recognized the black-clothed young man sitting at the table, and his subordinates' exclamations at this time undoubtedly prompted the other party to kill him first.

That's right, this man in black who was still drinking tea with his head down just now is Wuxin who has just left the Stream of the Dead, this is the only way to leave the Stream of the Dead, originally wanted to rest here and drink tea, but I didn't expect that someone would be able to find himself here.

"I don't want your blood to stain this place, get out of here while I haven't changed my mind. Wuxin withdrew the knife that was against the throat of the man in black who took the lead, and said lightly, as if he didn't mean to make a move, maybe the people in front of him were really not worth the shot.

"Okay, okay, you continue to drink tea, bother, bother. The man in black who took the lead suddenly looked like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy, let go of the old woman he was grabbing, and hurriedly dodged to the side, with a flattering face.

Wuxin no longer paid attention to this group of people, lowered his head and began to continue drinking tea. But just when the man in black who took the lead had just dodged the range of Wuxin's attack, he suddenly made a look, took the lead in pulling out the knife in his hand, and slashed at the back of Wuxin's head!

Just when the knife that led the man in black was about to slash at the back of Wuxin's head, the knife that had been withdrawn by Wuxin suddenly stabbed out like lightning again, and stabbed into the throat of the man in black with unmistakable accuracy!

I saw that the man in black who took the lead didn't have time to make any sound, his eyes were straight, his mouth was spitting blood, and he struggled to fall backwards. For a man who wants to do something to a blind old woman, there is nothing to be pitied.

The remaining black-clothed people were shocked when they saw everything that happened in front of them, and they were about to collectively rush towards Wuxin, but suddenly countless silver needles flew out from the mouth of the alley, instantly stabbing the key points around them, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground one after another, struggling and falling to the ground, their faces painful, but no one could make a sound.

Then I saw Nangong Chu walking out of the alley with a smile on his face, walking to the table without a heart, and slowly sitting down, as if nothing had happened around him.

Wuxin didn't seem surprised to see Nangong Chu's appearance, but just nodded slightly and didn't speak.

Nangong Chu felt a little surprised when he saw Wuxin being so calm, and with a hint of a smile, he asked slowly, "Do you know I'm coming?" He originally thought that Wuxin would be a little surprised after seeing him, but no.

"Haven't you been peeking for a long time? Wuxin said lightly.

Hearing Wuxin's answer, Nangong Chu was stunned for a moment, shook his head helplessly, and then suddenly put away his smile, sat upright, looked at Wuxin and said: "I have been looking for you everywhere for more than a month, and everyone is worried about you, but now there is bad news, I hope you can calm down after hearing it." He frowned slightly as he spoke, with a solemn face.

Wuxin didn't look up, filled another cup of tea for himself, and said lightly: "What's the matter?" and then picked up the teacup and moved it to his mouth.

"Shangguan Yunjie, dead. Nangong Chu gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, with a hint of pain on his face, although he had not known Wuxin, Shangguan Yunjie and others for a short time, he admired them very much, so he had long regarded them as his friends.

Hearing Nangong Chu's words, Wuxin's body shook violently, and the teacup that had been moved to his mouth suddenly took off his hand, fell on the table, and the tea spilled on the table, all over the ground, and then raised his head suddenly, stared at Nangong Chu's eyes, and asked coldly: "You say it again!"

Nangong Chu looked at Wuxin, sighed, and continued: "Shangguan Yunjie, dead. After speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Wuxin's eyes, he couldn't bear to see Wuxin's collapse after hearing this bad news, he knew that Shangguan Yunjie was Wuxin's best friend, and there was no one.

Wuxin looked at Nangong Chu, who had already lowered his head, his face was even paler, his breathing was short, his fists were clenched together, and he trembled. He couldn't believe his ears, but Nangong Chu's appearance told him that Nangong Chu wasn't lying.

When Shangguan Yunjie died, Wuxin felt like a thunderbolt from the sky, his head "buzzed", and the whole person was stunned, and suddenly felt like something was pressing down on his chest, and he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't say a word anymore......