Three years later, on the evening of the eighth day of the lunar month. The lone star is high and cold, as cold as that rainy night three years ago. It's just that there is no rain tonight. In addition to the lone star, there is also the waning moon, a waning moon like a knife.

Today is Laba, and it is the day to drink Laba porridge. Whether it's morning or evening, anyone must drink laba congee. This is a custom, but also a sustenance and prayer.

However, there was a man who did not drink Laba porridge, he drank wine, not a cup, not a pot, but two whole jars, as if he was drinking not wine but air.

At this time, the waning moon was pale, without a trace of clouds, like the pale face of three years ago, but the wind seemed to be stronger and colder than three years ago, because from time to time there was the sound of bamboo breaking.

It's a bamboo forest again, and it's the same bamboo forest three years ago. It's still that place, the place where a person once lay down.

Everything is the same as it was three years ago, except that there is no rain tonight, and the waning moon is pale.

It's just that the man three years ago is lying, and the man tonight is sitting.

No fire, no women.

Some are just cold winds, lone stars, waning moons and wine jars. It's a wine jar, two wine jars.

One fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, and the other was held in his hand.

It was said to be a wine jar, but he drank it elegantly, as if using a wine glass, and the woman sat opposite.

However, he did use a jar of wine.

On the opposite side is a tombstone, but there is no tomb, only a tombstone, and there are no words on the tombstone.

The icy cold, coupled with the pale moonlight, made it even more bleak and cold.

At this point, his face was red, was it frozen or had he drunk too much wine?

It is impossible for a drunk person to have eyes like that. It was a pair of deep but not empty, gentle eyes at the end.

I don't know how long it was, until I drank the last sip of the last jar of wine.

The waning moon was just above his head, and he sat there. It's like a stone sculpture.

Suddenly, he moved. I don't know where I got a sword. An unusually bizarre sword. Because it was a woman's sword.

I saw that he was holding the sword in his right hand, his eyes were unusually deep and cold, and without seeing his hand, the sword seemed to be just lying flat and stretching out in front of him so casually.

However, five major words appeared on the tombstone - the tomb of Lu Xingyun.

If you look closely, there are a few small words in the lower right corner of the tombstone. It seems to be written with the sword of mercy, and the waning moon appears.

At this moment, the wind was raging, the bamboo forest was roaring, and the man suddenly stood up. The waning moon in the sky disappeared, and the pale light was obscured by black clouds to be exact. The earth was dark.

After a long time, everything was calm again.

The man, who didn't know when he left, left with the woman's sword.

If it weren't for the tombstone and the wine jar here, it would be as if no one had ever been there. In addition to the cold, there is also a hint of an eerie atmosphere in the air.

Not because of the pale moonlight, not because of the tombstone without a tombstone. It's because the five big characters on the tombstone are gone. In addition to the Sword of Mercy, the waning moon appears. A few words away, there was nothing on the tombstone.

That person left, in addition to taking away the sword, he also took Lu Xingyun away.

The Lu Xingyun who died and lived three years ago.

The Lu Xingyun who didn't drink Laba porridge tonight but drank two jars of wine.