"Wan Niang is getting married. Uncle sighed.

"Marry?!"

As if he had been hit by a bolt from the blue, the man stood up and grabbed his uncle and asked.

"Who to marry?How could Wan Niang get married?!"

"Su Yuan went to court and was imprisoned by the government. ”

"The second son of the prefect's family fell in love with Wan Niang, and only when Wan Niang married the second son of the prefect, there was a glimmer of opportunity for Su Yuan's affairs. ”

Uncle said helplessly.

"Impossible, how can this be!"

The man grabbed his hair hard, he was so distraught that he ran away from his uncle, ran out of the house like crazy, and ran towards Su's house.

He couldn't accept it, and didn't believe it would suddenly turn out like this.

Bang!

There was a muffled thunder and a downpour of rain.

Pedestrians on the streets took shelter from the rain.

The man ran straight across the long street.

The road was slippery in the rain, and he fell to the ground several times and got up again.

Covered in mud and embarrassed, he finally came to the back door of Su's house.

Bang bang bang!

He knocked the door!

"Open the door!

Wan Niang opened the door.

Tell me it's not true!"

The corners of the man's eyes did not know whether it was rain or tears, and it crossed his face.

He kept knocking on the door, but no one came out to open it.

It's like he's been forgotten in a corner by the world.

The heavy rain drenched him, and the cold wind blew and made him feel cold, but not as cold as his heart.

He cowered under the door, a look of sadness and despair in his eyes.

Squeaky.

In the middle of the day, the back door was opened.

The woman's maid walked out with an umbrella.

"Where's Wan Niang?"

The man's eyes lit up and he quickly got up.

"I want to see her. ”

"Childe, Miss doesn't want to see you.

Here's her letter to you. ”

The maid handed over the letter.

The man couldn't wait to take the letter and open it, his eyes anxiously scanning the contents of the letter.

"Yun Lang is like a meeting.

The love is deep and shallow, and the creation makes people.

Wan Niang's family suddenly changed, her father was deceived and imprisoned and worried about her life, her mother was sick in bed, and her parents had the grace to raise Wan Niang.

The lamb kneels to the milk, the crow feeds back, and the birds and beasts also know how to repay the kindness of their relatives, and this kindness can not be repaid.

If you want to save your father, you can only marry Wanniang into the prefect's second son's family, and there is no other way.

Outside Xiaoshan City, the agreement I made with Yunlang was not intended to be Wanniang to break her promise first!"

"I wanted to share the white head with you, and the family affection is difficult to fulfill, but I hope that this world will cherish it and continue the future in the next life!

Wan Niang's own handwriting!"

Every word of the letter was filled with despair and reluctance, and some of the words had already been wet with tears.

One can imagine the mood of the person who wrote the letter and how he wrote it.

"May this world be cherished and continue in the next life...... Wait for the next life......"

The man clutched the letter tightly, his face pale as if he had been struck, his eyes welling with pain and despair, and his mouth murmuring.

He suddenly looked up at Su Fu behind the maid, his face changed several times, full of hesitation and struggle.

The man couldn't wait to rush into the Su Mansion immediately and take Wanniang away.

But in the end, he still looked dejected and lost his soul and took the letter, turned around and walked into the heavy rain.

"Wait...... Wait for the next life......"

"Childe, umbrella!"

The maid shouted.

The man seemed to have turned into a walking corpse, unresponsive to the outside world.

The letter in his hand was gradually wet and shattered by the rain, just like his heart at this time.

He shuffled his steps, his expression was in a trance, his figure staggered, and he faded away and disappeared into the rain.

Half an hour later, in the boudoir of the Su family.

"Miss, you and Yao Gongzi may see each other for the last time in this life.

Why don't you go down and give him the letter yourself? ”

The maid asked, with red circles in her eyes.

She also felt sorry and sad for the lovers of the young horse.

The woman looked at the jade pendant in her hand with a sad expression, tears rained down, and her voice trembled.

"I ...... I'm afraid that when I go down to see Yun Lang, my determination to make up my mind will collapse in an instant, and I can't help but leave with him. ”

The man's heart is like a knife, and he thinks about making a big fuss and snatching people away on the day his beloved woman and someone else gets married.

But if he does so, he will most likely kill Wan Niang's father, and even if they can escape, Wan Niang may not be happy for the rest of her life.

In the face of such a situation, he can't do anything, he hates his incompetence, but no matter how much he hates his incompetence, the reality will not change.

He left Xiaoshan Mansion directly in the heavy rain.

He hopes that Wan Niang will forget about him after marrying into someone else's family, and it will not be so tormented and painful.

The man's heart is like ashes, like a walking corpse, wandering all the way, and he has been a beggar for half a year.

Until one day half a year later, he was shivering and huddled on the side of the street in winter, and met an old man.

"You have good bones, you look full of sadness and loneliness, would you like to worship under my sect to cultivate and learn swords?"

He raised his head in a daze, a ripple in his numb eyes.

......

In front of Xiaoshan City.

"I thought I would never come back here.

I didn't expect to come back. ”

Yao Muyun's expression was complicated, with sadness and pain in his eyes, and he lowered his head and exhaled.

"It's been twelve years.

I don't know my uncle and their ...... Wan Niang, how are you doing? ”

After he entered the master's discipleship, he practiced the Dharma and the art of the sword.

As early as a few years ago, he had already had a good cultivation, and he could easily take the head of a person among the hosts, and everything in the world could no longer help him.

But he was afraid that after so many years, with the passage of time, Wan Niang had forgotten him and lived a new life, and if he returned to Xiaoshan Mansion, he would only disturb Wan Niang's life and add pain to her.

Timid and worried, he never chose to return to Xiaoshan Mansion.

It wasn't until not long ago that he heard that there were demons in Xiaoshan Mansion who were in rebellion, and he had the idea of returning to his hometown.

However, until he met Song Yuan, he still didn't make up his mind, it was Song Yuan who helped him and helped him make a decision, so he is standing here now.

Song Yuan looked at Xiaoshan City in front of him, and he didn't have as many complicated emotions as Yao Muyun in his heart.

He was thinking about the strength of the demon in the city and how he could exchange it for Yao Muyun's sword technique.

"I don't know if Yao Muyun and I are the opponent of the demon in the city. ”

"If you can't exchange the sword art from Yao Muyun, it would be nice to get some gains from that demon. ”

"I have relatives still in Xiaoshan City.

We might as well go to my uncle's house to have a look and find out about the situation before we make plans. ”

Yao Muyun came back to his senses and raised his head.

"Good. ”

Song Yuan pondered for a moment and agreed.

The strength of the demons is not yet known, and if they venture to kill them, they may be in danger.

The two of them walked towards the city.

Yao Muyun had changed into clothes at this time, no longer old clothes and broken shoes, and distributed shawls.

He was wearing a white robe, black boots, and a wooden hairpin.

Song Yuan had roughly seen from the road that Yao Muyun was likely to have a former lover in his hometown.

He should also be dressed to meet his old love.