Xu Zi didn't refuse Ye Mingke's request in the end, but just asked him rhetorically.

"If you make a move, what will Aru do?"

The black shadow was gone, but the question was still echoing in Ye Mingke's ears.

Ye Mingke sat in front of the window, just like countless uncles who sat silently in front of the window in the quiet night, and his fingers silently tapped on the table in front of him again and again.

Uncle, who has been in the town for sixteen years and has been unable to sleep for countless nights, is he also trapped by something?

Pondering and meditating, he didn't notice that Ah Ru, who he had always thought was sleeping, opened his eyes at some point, and looked silently at the young man with a depressed and pale face under the moonlit night.

He also has the fragility of a child, the same fragility as himself.

......

I don't know when the sky has turned white, Liu Xi has not returned, the other side illuminated by the faint light is empty, they have taken everything away.

The last night is over.

In the faint light, a bright sword light silently crossed the courtyard, turning into a delicate small sword hovering in front of Ye Mingke, and on the sword was the letter he had been waiting for for many days.

Ye Mingke stretched out his hand towards the sword, paused when he was about to touch it, but finally took down the letter.

Unsealed, the jagged old paper slipped from the opening of the letter, carrying with it a long-forgotten past.

It may not know that it once carried all the beautiful yearning of the dead man,

The faint light sprinkled on the old paper, rendering a little bit of light spots, Ye Mingke gradually peeked into the extremely dark and bloody story ten years ago through the cold and concise scattered records on the paper. That, too, is the warmest and brightest story.

Ye Mingke turned his head to look at Ah Ru, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed with his eyes closed, and lowered his eyelids again.

It was already sunrise, and he took out all the remaining things in the envelope to prevent anything from being missed, and the last thing he took out was Aru's jade pendant, and the filing type paper used to seal this information, on which were the words red as blood.

"Xianyin Fang", note, is dead and has been discarded.

Ye Mingke was silent and put all the information into the envelope.

It was already dawn, and the beautiful and warm winter day hung on the wall of the small courtyard, and after he put away the letterhead, he went out to prepare breakfast for Aru for the day.

The faint smoke and the smell of rice gradually wafted in the courtyard, and when Ye Mingke walked out of the kitchen, Ah Ru had already washed up and sat on the stone table where he usually ate in the courtyard.

She wore her best dress, tied with those two familiar pigtails, just like Ye Mingke saw her when he was in the wooden house in the mountains, but after so many things, although she was still a ten-year-old child, she did not have the naughty and joyful smile that ran wildly in the wind and snow in the mountains.

She seemed so quiet, and the silence made people feel distressed and sad.

In a quiet atmosphere, the two of them finished drinking white porridge and put down the dishes and chopsticks after breakfast.

Ye Mingke was silent for a while and said softly.

"Aru, I'll take you to a place in a moment. ”

Ah Ru, who has just stayed in the small courtyard for so many days, did not show any strange looks, just nodded quietly, she is big

The big eyes are calm and calm, without a trace of color.

Ye Mingke didn't take her out immediately, but first went back to the room and put on the sword box covered with black cloth and the human sword, and then returned to the courtyard and took Aru's hand.

Two men opened the door and walked out of it. It was the first time they had walked out of the house in half a month.

Ye Mingke's heart carried many heavy things, and he didn't go out since he came in because there were many reasons that bound him.

In the past, they could feel the liveliness of the street through the courtyard wall, but today when they walked on the street, they felt very quiet, and the few pedestrians on the road had a tense look on their faces, and they walked in a hurry, and the whole Yangjing was shrouded in the silence and depression that everyone could feel.

But in the silence, every few moments, a loud and clear bell rang from the grandest platform in the middle of the capital. The high platform is so brilliant and tall that everyone in Yangjing, as long as they raise their heads, they can clearly see the towering pillars, reliefs, flags, and huge statues of gods standing on the high platform.

But today, there are more than these on the high platform, and the entire Yangjing seems to have condensed all the vitality on the Shengxian platform. Although the festival will not be held until dusk, this early morning Ascension Immortal Platform is already crowded with ants-like handymen and people, and there are many figures of immortals standing in the sky looking for monitoring and directing everything.

I don't know when the snow fell in the sky, but the warm sunlight was still there, and the bright yellow sunlight and the crystal white flying snow were sprinkled from the sky together.

Ye Mingke took Aru and walked on the streets of Yangjing together. He saw a lot, he saw the prosperity that Yangjing built by gathering the wealth of the world, and he also saw the darkness and fear that shrank under the prosperity.

He saw the rich people in the world sitting on the gorgeous shoulders, wearing plain white fairy robes, long sleeves fluttering, and being carried away in a hurry, and also saw some immortals wearing gold and silver, wearing colorful clothes, just like the richest people in the world, just like Yi Lao Liu, Yi Eleven, etc., who first met him.

He saw those who felt the terrifying atmosphere enveloping Yangjing and lit high incense at home, praying fearfully and worriedly, and when he opened his spiritual eyes, he also saw several human knights who were dressed ordinarily on the outside, but with a cold light in their eyes and a sword in their arms. Maybe it's a member of the Shadow Order called Winter.

"Bell"

"Bell"

"Bell"

The sound of the bell, whether it is a rich family, a commoner, an immortal, or a martial artist who comes with a sword, he often can't help but look up at the high platform, but Ye Mingke didn't, he looked at the flying snow and sunshine in the sky, looked at the pedestrians on the street, and looked at Ah Ru, who also didn't look up and just followed him, but he just didn't look at the high platform.

Although there may be 30,000 lives to be plundered on that high platform, there is a more important thing to do, although it is only a trace of a life that has passed, but the calculation of the weight of life is often extremely complicated, especially when it comes to oneself.

After walking through the long streets, Ye Mingke, who was walking according to the map sent by Jian Jiu, finally saw the end point he was going to.

It has left the most prosperous center of the capital, and the surrounding buildings are much more sparse. A particularly tall archway stood in front of them, with a broken and scattered red lettering on it, faintly recognizable"

Xianyin Fang" three words, the font is also tattooed next to a peony flower ornamentation. The ornament was exactly the same as the jade pendant that Aru had.

And behind the torii, there is a ruin. The scorched red wooden high-rises were half-tilted, blocking out all sunlight in that direction. And at the bottom of the ruins, there were already tenacious weeds that had grown to half a man's height. As the wind and snow passed through the high-rise that was about to fall, the blackened doors and windows shook gently, and the sound of the wind came from the high-rise building like a whimpering cry.

It is a piece of high-rise buildings that were once prosperous even if they are in ruins.

Ah Ru followed Ye Mingke to the bottom of the tall archway, and her pupils, which had been calm and unfocused, suddenly welled up with a large number of crystal tears.

She wept silently.

Abba once told her that their family would reunite under the tallest and most beautiful archway in Yangjing, but now that she is here, she is the only one here.

Ye Mingke's footsteps also became heavier, he did not take her into the ruins where many lies were buried, but took Ah Ru out of the road again, stopping at a tavern with black eaves next to a street.

The tavern was old, with yellow weeds covered in snow on the black eaves, and the curtain at the door, half across the street from the snow, was stained with old age.

Ye Mingke led Ah Ru to open the curtain and walked in, and Jian Jiu, who was dressed in white but had not seen a sword, was already sitting on a wooden table in the small tavern, with three wine glasses and a wine jar on the table.

Behind the curtain in the innermost part of the wine house, you can vaguely see an old man with white hair busy selling wine.

Jian Jiu raised his head and took a sip of wine from the wine glass, Ye Mingke led Ah Ru and sat directly on Jian Jiu's table, the table in four positions on all sides was only the last position There was no one left, and the third wine glass was placed in that position.

"You didn't convince your friend last night?" Jian Jiu didn't look up at him, but asked directly and softly. Although it was a question, it was in an affirmative tone.

"The only person I found was here. ”

"If you can't stop them, then after ending this past today, take Aru and leave. Yangjing after today is not suitable for you to stay. ”

"I'll take care of Aru first. Ye Mingke also picked up the cup in front of him.

There were tears left on Ah Ru's face, and he looked up at Ye Mingke with confused eyes.

Ye Mingke stretched out his hand and held Ah Ru's cold right hand, his eyes looked at Ah Ru gently but firmly and powerfully, as if he wanted to transfer his strength to the little girl in front of him. But as soon as he spoke, his voice couldn't help but be a little hoarse.

"Aru, today...... We want to tell you a story. ”

The white-haired old man, who had been busy in the tavern curtain, lifted the curtain and walked out from behind it.

His deep eyes were facing the eyes of Aru who was looking up at Ye Mingke and the delicate little face, his original steps stopped, and in a trance, the years that flowed from those vicissitudes of life flashed by.

"It's like. ”

The old man's hoarse voice was filled with sentimentality and reminiscence.