Qi Ying'er slowly opened his eyes, he slept for a while, and had a dream, a very long dream. He dreamed that there was a man talking to him, it was a woman, and the woman called him Ying'er affectionately, and his gentle hand touched his face.

In the dream he was naked, but he didn't find it strange at all, and he didn't feel the slightest shame in front of the woman.

The woman was his coat, and her hand touched his chest, and he seemed to feel nothing, as if her hand belonged to a part of his.

He woke up, and the dream dissipated like smoke.

"Are you feeling better?"

He opened his eyes and saw Ling Quanfei. He looked down at himself, his eyes sparkling as if he was expecting something. Qi Ying'er felt that her head was heavy, and he seemed to be very dull to everything outside of him. The sluggishness made him tired, and he closed his eyes again.

"How so?"

Qi Ying'er heard Ling Quanfei say.

Then followed by a neutral voice, his voice echoed in Qi Ying'er's mind like a drum: "Well-eighty percent is because he suddenly regained his internal force, and he is not used to it, after all, this internal force is not native to his body." The residual internal force in his body should be repelling this internal force. ”

"So, he has internal strength again?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on whether he can assimilate this internal force and turn it into his own. If he doesn't, he may also die with a burst of meridians. ”

Ling Quanfei gasped, he knew that this method was very risky, and he also tried to find other methods. But Qi Ying'er has insisted on taking risks, saying that time is running out. Ling Quanfei explained to him that it was not a matter of time, this was by no means a foolproof solution, but what he didn't expect was that Qi Ying'er actually said: "How can there be a perfect strategy in the world? If there is, there will be a lot less pathos in the world." ”

He didn't know if it was because this sentence was too heavy to come out of the mouth of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, but this sentence had always been difficult for him to forget, as if it was deeply engraved in his heart, and it made him feel a little heartache.

As a result, Qi Ying'er still insisted on this method.

This method is tantamount to suicide.

He had to force the last trace of true qi out of his body first, it was very difficult, his consciousness was fighting against his body, it was a very cruel battle, almost exhausted all his strength, but he did it.

The moment he forced out, Ling Quanfei ordered the 702 acupuncture points around his body so that his blood would flow to his heart and all over his body at any time, and at this time, Qi Ying'er had already fainted.

Then Xu Lao opened Qi Ying'er's teeth and put the herbs he made into his mouth, letting him hold it, but he couldn't let him swallow it.

Xu Lao is not old, he is a middle-aged man, he is only thirty-five years old. But his hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, his muscles were flabby, and he looked like a septuagenarian. But his voice is very loud, his eyes are very attentive, and in addition to this, his skills are also extraordinary. And what he became like this is because he has been poisoned by others, a poison of slow death. A person who has been poisoned by this poison will age by ten years in a short time, his young body will slowly age, and his body's functions will slowly deteriorate.

At the age of thirty-four, he already looked like a sixty-year-old man. But soon, he found an herb on a mountain that slowed down his aging, and by his thirty-fifth birthday, he had managed to control the poison. And it began to slowly return to its previous body. His back straightened, his senses sharpened, and his skills gradually returned to their original state.

But he never told anyone his real name, and gradually, people who knew him called him Xu Lao, and he didn't care.

He didn't tell anyone what kind of poison he had been poisoned or whom, and even his closest people, his apprentices, didn't know why, his apprentices only knew that the master had suddenly become like this one day.

Xu Lao used to be a blacksmith, and no one knew his origin before, nor did he know where his martial arts came from, and for a few days, Ling Quanfei couldn't tell what sect his martial arts belonged to. Xu Lao is simply like a mysterious master in the world.

When Xu Lao was a blacksmith, he took in a little apprentice, who was a child he picked up. At that time, when Xu Lao met him, he was fighting with wild dogs by the garbage heap on the side of the street. He won, and he won a bone.

He chewed on the bones and ate them with relish.

Xu Lao couldn't bear it, so he accepted him as an apprentice, taught him the principles of being a man, and named him Ziang.

Ziang is very smart and obedient, no matter what, he can help Xu Laobang. When Xu Lao was a blacksmith, he, like Xu Lao, picked up a small hammer (at that time, he didn't know martial arts and couldn't hold a hammer that was too heavy), and worked with his master to build a sword. Gradually, Ziang's physique became stronger.

Xu Lao saw that he had already practiced very solidly, so he began to teach him martial arts. Ziang is diligent and studious, often taking time to practice, and because Xu Lao's martial arts are peculiar, the moves are not rigid, and the method of practicing is also very unique, so Ziang grows extremely fast, and soon beats the average master on the rivers and lakes.

When Xu Lao was planning to change his life and make a living, he met Qi Ying'er.

The first time he saw Qi Ying'er, he remembered him deeply, a handsome and dashing young man, with extremely extraordinary words, how could he not be impressed?

He created a sword for Qi Ying'er, a sword that is unparalleled in the world, made of dark iron. Ziang clearly remembers that night, the master did not rest all night, and kept rushing to make the sword. Ziang couldn't stand it, took a few naps, and then saw that it was already dawn. And the master is still forging the sword.

The red light of the sword body was very dazzling, more dazzling than any sword Ziang had ever seen. It's a magical sight. He asked the master curiously, is this the Xuantie Sword? The master ignored Ziang, and the beads of sweat of the master were evaporated in an instant when they dripped on the sword, and Ziang also saw that the master's hands seemed to be bleeding. He cried and shouted for the master to stop, but Xu Lao didn't seem to hear it, and still tempered the Xuantie Sword.

Finally, an hour before Qi Ying'er came over to get the sword, he made the sword. In the end, the sword was only equipped with a simple white hilt and a black scabbard. At first, Ziang didn't understand why such a good sword didn't make it gorgeous, but the master told him that there are many superficial and flashy things or people in the world, and this sword is not used to show off, but exists as a sword.

Ziang was extremely smart, and soon understood the truth, and he smiled and said, "Master, I also want to be a down-to-earth person!"

After Qi Ying'er took the sword, Xu Lao said to Ziang: "Ziang, pack up your things, our last business has been completed." Tomorrow we will live in a different place. ”

"Ahh ”

"You like the snow here?"

"yes, it's beautiful. When I didn't meet my master before, I hated winter very much. It was brutal, it was cold, it almost made me freeze to death in the streets. But now, I don't think winter is so cruel, but I think it's beautiful, especially when the snowflakes are falling, everything on the earth seems to be still, and only the snowflakes are falling slowly between the heavens and the earth. ”

Xu Lao smiled: "Okay, let's go after the winter, let you enjoy the snow scene, we make enough money for us to spend the winter." The master can take you around and see the snow here. ”

Ziang was very happy, he couldn't jump or laugh when he was happy, he cried. He has never experienced anyone's love, and since he met his master, he feels that this world is beautiful. Every time he was extremely happy, he would always cry, and tears of happiness washed his little face.

As night falls, the owl stares at the dark woods from the branches, not sparing a single prey.

Ling Quanfei stood on the treetops, facing a bright moon, and his heart was infinitely stunned. Not only did he wonder if what they were doing now really made sense, but what they were about to do was no less than a war, and what was left after this war? Or what would they sacrifice?

He never regarded his life as anything precious, he even ignored his own, and he was willing to give his life for anyone worthy of sacrifice. But he never watched the lives of those around him lose their lives.

Wei Sizhang's death, Pian Xiangyu's tears, Meng Po's near-death, Qi Ying'er's danger...... Everything weighed down on him like a mountain. And scaryly, he realized that this was just the beginning. There may be more changes in the future, and more people may be sacrificed, including Yi Wanxuan, he and he finally reunited, will they be separated so soon?

Pity Xiangyu. Her face came to his mind, her smile, her grievances, her sorrows. He felt like she was right in front of him. He loved her so much that he didn't even realize it, and maybe now, he finally realized it. He didn't want to lose anyone, he was so lonely.

"The moon is beautiful. A teenager's voice came from behind him.

He turned around and found that it was Ziang also standing on a treetop not far behind him. Ling Quanfei was very surprised that he hadn't noticed when he was standing there, and couldn't help but secretly admire that he and his master Xu Lao were both strange people.

Ziang smiled, his smile was as gentle as moonlight, pure and flawless. At the age of ten, Ziang was a perfect uncarved jasper. Elder Xu taught him very well, even if he was allowed to enter the WTO, he would still not be eroded by filth.

Ling Quanfei said: "It's very beautiful." ”

"It's a poignant beauty, but it's also a noble beauty. Moonshine always feels cold, but it is also gentle, so people like to sleep at night. ”

Ling Quanfei smiled, he really didn't understand what Ziang was talking about, maybe he was just praising this moonlight, but he always felt that there was more to his words than that.

Ling Quanfei said: "There are also people who like to sleep in the sun. ”

"Of course. Ziang said with a smile, "Because that kind of person is bright and upright, he likes the sun, and he can even lie down on the street to sleep." ”

"What about those who like the moon? Are they gloomy and depressing?"

"Admittedly, there must be some. ”

"Do you prefer the sun or the moon? ”

Ziang thought for a while, looked up at the moon and said, "I like it...... I like both. Because they give me different feelings, I like to have a lot of feelings, so that I feel like it's interesting to be human. It's good to drink spirits together under the sun, but it's good to talk to each other under the moonlight. ”

Ling Quanfei felt that what he said was really reasonable, wasn't he talking to each other under the moonlight now?

He also turned to look at the moonlight and sighed slightly: "No matter how much the world changes, the moon will never change." ”

"Not true. ”

"What's wrong?"

"The moon is constantly changing, changing with people's moods. And if two people look at the same moon at the same time and place, it will look different in both of their hearts. ”

Obviously, Ziang is talking about himself and him.

Ling Quanfei was silent, looking at the moon in a daze, and when he turned around again, he found that there was no trace of Ziang on the treetops over there. He laughed, "What a strange child. He thought of Qi Ying'er and sighed: "The children now are very strange. ”

"It's really weird. ”

Ling Quanfei smiled bitterly and said, "You master and apprentice are the strangest. ”

I don't know when, on the treetop where Ziang was standing, there is now Xu Lao.

Xu Lao smiled heartily: "The two of us are not strange at all, but they are too ordinary, so it becomes strange in your eyes." In the eyes of an old man who grows crops, there is nothing strange about me and Ziang. ”

"That's because the old man who grows the crops doesn't know that you have other skills. ”

"Maybe, but Qi Ying'er's ability is also not small. ”

Ling Quanfei's eyes lit up: "He's awake?"

"Hmm. I've asked Ziang to continue to take care of him. Now you don't have to worry about him, but about yourself. ”

"Worried about yourself?" Ling Quanfei was puzzled.

"That's right. ”

Ling Quanfei suddenly found that Xu Lao's eyes were very sharp, like an owl on a branch, and he could peek into his heart very accurately. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I may be a little confused now. ”

Xu Lao said: "Confusion may hurt you, and it may also hurt them." ”

Ling Quanfei was stunned, he never cared about himself, but if his confusion affected the life and death of others, he would never be able to bear it. He finally noticed that his confusion could indeed kill them, and as long as he hesitated a little, the road ahead would not be clear. And now he has hesitated.

Xu Lao continued: "Do you know why I held the boat to find you that night?"

Ling Quanfei said: "You didn't say it, so I didn't ask." ”

Xu Lao smiled: "You are indeed a good friend worthy of deep friendship. I'm going to help you. Help you see the road ahead, you know it's not a thing, it's very complicated. And what you do is only the least important thing. ”

"You said that getting rid of the White Crane Gang and saving Jingyun's family is an inconsequential matter?"

"Hey, I thought you were smart, but it's a pity that your mind is messed up now. I'm going to tell you, Nangong Crane doesn't matter. There was a man who was far more terrifying than him. ”

"Who?"

"A man with a mask. ”