A man who almost died by his sword three years ago turned out to be the wife of his best friend, and as his best friend, he didn't even know anything about it.

He had a lot to say this time other than going on a date three years ago, but now he couldn't say a word.

He didn't know if he should be sincere and humble, ask someone to forgive him for the sword incident three years ago, or call his sister-in-law affectionately and say that he wishes them a long life.

But he knew that these things were not important to the owners of the hut, because all they needed was a quiet life, a long stay.

The tender gazes of the two men spoke for themselves, and he really couldn't find a reason to deprive them of all.

There is nothing wrong with love, and there will never be anything wrong with it.

Maybe it's the way and the timing that is wrong.

The man in white was smiling bitterly again, and he only gagged his mouth with the wine glass in his hand.

The man in black said, "I know you must have a lot to say to me, but ...... I'm ...... now".

The man in white said: "I understand, now I only have one thing to ask you. He looked at his friend with two words of understanding written in his eyes.

There seemed to be something flashing in the eyes of the man in black, "Okay, you say." ”

The man in white said: "I just want you to have a few glasses of wine with me now." ”

The wine is not good wine, but the two of them get drunk quickly.

Maybe they were already drunk quickly, or maybe they wanted to get drunk quickly.

However, no matter how drunk you are, there will be a time to wake up.

When people are sober, everything still has to be faced truthfully.

Why are so many people still trying to get drunk?

At some point, the hostess was already standing at the door again.

The evening sunset shone on her thin figure, and her long hazy hair looked even more pitiful.

But who can see the gaze in her eyes and understand her inner voice.

Would she rather get drunk herself, too?

Drunkenness wakes up, just as the sun rises the next day after it sets.

The same light and heat, the same from east to west.

Perhaps only in the sun, there is no sorrow, there is no hierarchy, because the sun is fair and generous to everyone.

The man in white only felt that his head hurt badly, and the pain seemed to be about to crack.

Does everyone who wakes up especially hate the morning sun?

The Man in Black is gone, perhaps he is accompanying his gentle wife to prepare breakfast for guests, or perhaps he is happily plowing his own fields.

Is he used to waking up early, or is it because he wasn't drunk at all?

In any case, the man in white only knew that it was time for him to go.

Everyone can choose their own path to take, as long as you want.

As for whether it is happy or not, only the person who chooses it knows for himself.

The man in white smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt very relieved.

He had decided to say goodbye to his masters and sincerely wished them happiness.

It's always nice to be able to see your friends happy.

Thinking of this, the head of the man in white seemed to be less painful, and the sunlight seeping in from the window seemed to be much softer.

The sunlight seeped through the cracks, and now there were bursts of the smell of rice.

The warm invitation of the man in black was already heard in the courtyard.

Only then did the man in white realize that he was really a little hungry.

In the morning, the field is quiet, and although there is sunshine, you can still see the distant foothills, the slight mist in the forest, and the dew that has not dissipated.

It's like a thin gauze garment, embellished with sparkling gemstones.

The food is not rich, but it is delicious, just like the morning air, which is a little cold, but very fresh.

It doesn't take much time to eat a meal, so now it's time to say goodbye.

"I'm leaving", said the man in white.

"Yes, I know", said the man in black, "but you should at least let me send you".

Bamboo forest.

It was still a path almost covered by wild grass, but this time the two of them walked very slowly.

"You know, behind my house, there is a hill, and on the hill there is a temple called the Jade Buddha Temple. The man in black broke the silence first.

The man in white didn't speak, he knew that the man in black must have a reason for saying this at this time.

"Although the temple is not big, the gods and goddesses in it are very effective. The man in black continued, knowing that the man in white must be listening.

"Many people go to ask God for blessings, and Cher often goes. At the mention of Cher, the tone of the man in black was obviously much warmer.

"Occasionally I would go with her, but each time she would just let me wait far away, and never tell me what she had said to the gods. ”

"I can only see her very devout worship of incense and worship the Buddha, respectfully kowtowing and kowtowing."

The tone of the man in black became more and more soothing, and the man in white seemed to see the thin figure who was bowing down.

"I don't know if the Buddha can really bless her, but I swear every time that I will do everything I can to protect her and never let her be harmed in the slightest. The man in black's tone was very resolute, perhaps only for this moment could people feel that he was an invincible swordsman in the past.

"I know you must be very curious how the eccentric Huashan Qingjue would agree to our marriage, and you must also be curious to know how we can get together."

The man in white admitted that these were all questions he wanted to ask.

"You must have heard that Huashan has a well-known door rule. ”

The man in white knew that the man in black must have said that the disciples of Huashan were not allowed to marry.

Although the people in the rivers and lakes have mixed opinions about this rule of Qing Jue, one thing is certain, absolutely no one in Huashan disciples dares to disobey what Qing Jue said.

"Isn't there an exception?" This was the first time the man in white spoke, because he knew that "Xue'er" was a disciple of Huashan.

Of course, the man in black understood what the man in white meant, so he quickly said: "There is absolutely no exception, maybe there is only one way." The man in black's tone suddenly became a little strange.

"There is only one way?" said to the white-clothed man's heart, "Is it to break away from the teacher?"

"Yes, because only those who are not Huashan disciples do not need to abide by this door rule, and there is no other way. The man in black stared into the distance, as if he were talking to a distant god, as if he was recalling a moment.

"But I heard that if a disciple of Huashan wants to leave the master, he must abolish his martial arts, could it be that she has already been?" the man in white couldn't bear to ask any more.

"Yes, so, you should know how much Cher needs me by her side. The eyes of the man in black were suddenly full of tenderness, a tenderness that only a husband who truly loves his wife can have.

The man in white lowered his head and said slowly: "I understand, now she has nothing but you, so you should stay by her side and let her know that her efforts are worth it." ”

The man in black didn't speak, and after a long time, he finally said two words softly: "Thank you." ”

Thank you, sometimes not really thank you.

It may refer to understanding, perhaps gratitude, or even an emotion that words cannot express.

And this kind of emotion is something that some people will never be able to experience.

This man in white is Bai Qi, who is known as the "White-clothed Divine Sword", and it is said that the long sword in his hand has already reached the realm of supernatural transformation. Since his debut, he has gone through more than 1,000 battles and rare defeats.

Some people even say that his sword has long been invincible in the world.

The man in black is the autumn wind of the leaves known as "a leaf does not sweep the autumn wind".

There are not many stories about him, people only know that he and Bai Qi are not only famous, but also have a lifelong friendship.

Because although he has a sword in his hand, he rarely makes a move, and the so-called "one leaf does not sweep" probably comes from this.

Three years ago, Ye Qiufeng suddenly disappeared mysteriously in the rivers and lakes.

Some say he has been killed by the enemy, others say that he went to the island of Immortal Island overseas.

Some people even say that he died in the hands of his good brother Bai Qi, for the title of the world's first sword, of course.

There are also secret rumors that three years ago, Ye Qiufeng was seen covered in blood, and he appeared at the foot of Huashan, and it seemed that he was still carrying a female disciple of Huashan, but in the majesty of Qingju, no one dared to make a big show.

Who would have thought that Ye Qiufeng would live in seclusion in a nameless mountain hut, living an idyllic life of plowing at sunrise and resting at sunset.

All good things come to an end.

Maybe the separation was meant to be for the next reunion.

watched the man in white drift away, but the man in black still stood there for a long time, as if he was thinking.

---- did he remember the days when the two of them roamed the rivers and lakes together and were happy to have revenge?

At some point, a thin figure appeared beside the man in black, and with a sigh, he draped a robe over him.

That figure, of course, was drifting snow.

"Autumn, actually, you could have gone with him if you wanted. "The snow is leisurely.

Ye Qiufeng turned his head, gently wrapped his right hand around his wife's fragrant shoulder, and said softly, "You know, I will never leave you." ”

"I know that what you promised me will be done, but I don't want to see you embarrassed. ”

Ye Qiufeng looked at his beloved wife's eyes, his eyes were full of love, and he said firmly: "Do you know, as long as I can be with you, I will have nothing else to ask for in this life." ”

A gust of wind blew, gently sweeping over the two snuggling figures.

No one noticed, and the snow quietly turned her head, and two lines of tears had fallen silently.

"You must know the purpose of Apocalypse's coming, but he didn't say anything, is it because of me?"

"Yes, I know, but he didn't say it, just because he knew that it was useless to say, after all, the affairs of the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with me. ”

"Things in the rivers and lakes, is there anything big going to happen in the rivers and lakes recently?" Piaoxue said a word, and she already regretted it a little, she was not an eventful person, but today she was always restless for some reason.

Ye Qiufeng pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Although I have long stopped asking about the rights and wrongs in the rivers and lakes, I will still hear some things. ”

Piaoxue understood, because there was no place in this world that was absolutely far away from strife, and where there was strife, there would definitely be rivers and lakes, she was waiting for Ye Qiufeng to continue.

"About half a year ago, a mysterious organization suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes, calling itself 'Wuyuan'. ”

"'Wu Yuan', what a strange name!"

"Yes, I heard that this organization is everywhere preaching the idea of 'the land of the world, the people of the world, the son of the world'. ”

"What is their purpose?" said Piaoxue snuggled in Ye Qiufeng's arms, almost muttering.

"No one knows their true purpose, but every time a new organization is established and grows, it will inevitably be accompanied by bloody storms in the rivers and lakes. Ye Qiufeng's tone was a little heavy.

"Although they have only appeared for half a year, they have grown very fast, and now they have controlled almost half of the waterways and salt roads in the south of the Yangtze River, the water transportation wharves, and the collusion of the government and government, and they are quite powerful. ”

"The common people are going to suffer again. Drifting Snow said worriedly.

"Yes, although they are at the bottom, their numbers are very large, the so-called wool comes from the sheep, plus there is no organization, no ability to resist, so they are the most direct victims of sectarian battles every time. Ye Qiufeng said.

"Why are there so many people in the world who are fighting for me, fighting and killing?" said Piaoxue in amazement.

"Because interests, endless interests, to be precise, are because some people disregard the world and the way of heaven in order to satisfy their selfish desires for wealth and thirst for power. Ye Qiufeng's tone was already a little angry, and his hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

But he knew better than anyone that anger was mostly the only solution, and that anger was far less effective than the sword in the eyes of some.

His sword used to be the sharpest, but can it still be as sharp as it used to be?

Ye Qiufeng's heart suddenly sank.

Another gust of wind blew, but there was a chill in it.