Just like Li Muqing said, people can't be too selfish. www.biquge.info He shouldn't live only for his hatred, he should think more about those who care about him and care about him.

He still works hard to practice his sword, but it's not just for hatred, he wants to use the sword in his hand to protect those he misses and those who also care about him.

This is the value of the existence of the sword in his hand, this is the meaning of his life, and this is the ultimate meaning of his desire to be a strong man.

A hare flashed in the grass in the distance, Yang Xiaofeng picked up a small pebble and threw it casually, and the hare fell in response.

It was the first time he had captured food, and the first time he had done anything other than sword training.

Master has taken care of him for six years, and now it's time for him to take care of Master in turn.

Yang Xiaofeng was able to bring his prey back, Li Muqing was really surprised, even very surprised, he even wondered if he was wrong, but more joy and relief. This shows that Yang Xiaofeng can finally learn to free himself from hatred step by step.

He believes that in time, Yang Xiaofeng will be able to completely let go of hatred, appear with a completely different mental outlook from now, and become a new self.

Watching his disciples make progress little by little, what could be happier than this. Li Muqing decided to go and have two drinks to celebrate.

At this moment, I heard Yang Xiaofeng say with a smile: "Master, you can rest for a while, I'll get the food, and we'll have a few drinks together later."

This was the first time he had called the old man, but it was so kind, so natural, and there was no sense of jerkiness.

Li Muqing was stunned for a moment, and felt even more surprised that Yang Xiaofeng called himself Master, and after staying for a while, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, that's it, I can't wait, I'll go have two drinks first."

He left briskly, there were too many happy things to do today. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Feng'er, then you hurry up, we have to be drunk today!"

Looking at the old man's cheerful appearance, Yang Xiaofeng suddenly felt that he was really guilty and selfish.

Fresh rabbit meat with freshly harvested mountain vegetables and dried wild vegetables dried in spring tastes really good. However, this is not as good as Li Muqing's own multigrain wine. The best thing is that when the old man seals the wine in the jar, he will also add a lot of wild herbs he picked himself to the jar, so that when the wine is opened, it is refreshing and nourishing to the body, in short, it is one word - fragrant.

Li Muqing likes to drink this wine, and Yang Xiaofeng also likes to drink it. But it's never been like today, when two people are happily drinking together.

Maybe it's because of the wine, Li Muqing also said more than usual. All kinds of anecdotes and gossip on the rivers and lakes are endless. In particular, when it comes to the origins of each sect, the past experience, the martial arts method, the tricks and secrets, and their treasures and secret weapons, they are even more organized and have a way. Even the rules of conduct and ways of doing things for everyone in the martial arts are clearly known, and even many people's quirks and hobbies and temperaments are also known.

This made Yang Xiaofeng marvel at the master's profundity while gaining knowledge. Anyway, the master and apprentice chatted happily. One speaks with relish, and the other listens with relish.

Maybe you've drunk a lot of wine, or maybe you've talked too much. Gradually, Li Muqing was already a little drunk, and after a while, he fell asleep directly on the table.

Yang Xiaofeng hurriedly got up and gently helped the old man to lie down on the bed, took off his coat, shoes and socks for him, put the pillow on it, and covered the quilt. Perhaps, this is one of the few things he can do for the old man.

Immediately, after putting away the dishes and chopsticks, he turned off the lights, went out of the house to cover the door, and planned to go to sleep.

The moonlight was shining outside.

It turns out that the moon has always been that moon and has never changed. It's just the human heart that is fickle.

The sky was as cold as water, and there were shadows of trees, gently swaying in the night breeze.

It turned out that this autumn night was so quiet.

The surroundings were quiet, and the valley seemed to have fallen asleep in the moonlit night.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at the sky, it was already the first shift. Let's go back to the house and sleep.

However, even though I was lying in bed, I didn't feel sleepy. He had heard too many other people's stories from Master, and he also knew Master's own stories.

He didn't expect it at all, and he never realized that the master was actually a poor person who had been lonely all his life. It's just that all this suffering was inflicted on Master Himself.

It turned out that Master's father and mother died one after another when he was not yet twenty years old. There are no other relatives in the family, and once his father and mother passed away, he was left alone.

As a man, Master has never married in his life, and he has always been cumin.

However, what made Yang Xiaofeng a little strange was that since the master had retired from the rivers and lakes for eighteen years, why did he appear in Qingshui Villa inexplicably that night six years ago?

I guess I was going to come to the house as a guest, but the master and father are the opposite-sex brothers who married Jin Lan.

It must be that.

It wasn't until many years later that Yang Xiaofeng knew that the reason why Li Muqing went to Qingshui Villa that night was that there was a grievance entanglement with his seniors.

He only found out today that Master was really fragile, but he had been pretending to be strong.

Perhaps, there are times in life when there is no choice but to be strong.

This night, Yang Xiaofeng really thought too much, too many things, too many people.

His father, his younger brothers and sisters, the clansmen of the family, and the girl who was engaged to him, almost everyone related to him recalled.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep in the memories.

It was the sound of the birds that woke him up, and when he got up, he saw that it was already bright.

That night, he didn't have nightmares.

For the first time in six years, he slept without nightmares, and slept straight into the morning.

When Li Mu came to his senses, the meal had been prepared, but he didn't see Yang Xiaofeng's people.

"Where's the wind, that's gone. Oh, he must be practicing his sword, no, why can't I hear him swinging his sword at all?"

He felt something strange. Immediately, he discovered something even stranger. The bamboo sword that Yang Xiaofeng had not left for a moment in his hand these days was thrown next to the stove in the corner of the house at this moment, piled up with firewood.

What's going on?

If Yang Xiaofeng went to practice his sword, then why is his sword still here. But if he didn't go to sword practice, then where did he go at the moment?

Yang Xiaofeng did practice swords, but what about his swords?

He threw away the sword with the bamboo chips, and now he only had a flute in his hand.

Could it be that now he has used this pipe flute as his sword?

Or has he hidden the sword and hidden it in his heart. From then on, his man himself was the truly most terrible sword.

Or is it that from this moment on, he no longer needs a physical sword?

It was easier said than done to give up hatred, but he was already learning.

The hardest thing in this world is to start, but once you start, you will never stop. So, as long as there is a beginning, there will always be a day when you learn.

That day has not yet come, but perhaps, that day is not too far away.

Since then, in this valley, in addition to the sound of birdsong and sword practice, there will be a beautiful sound from time to time. This Xiao Sheng seems to have a magical power, whenever Yang Xiaofeng is tormented by nightmares, or when he practices his true qi against the current and goes crazy, he will play a song for himself. This sound is like a clear spring poured in his heart, which can immediately wake his mind and clear his spiritual platform.

It all has something to do with the sheet music wrapped in brown paper.

"Clear the Heart", this is the name of the music book, in fact, just listening to the name knows that it is not just a simple music book.

Yang Xiaofeng not only felt calm in this song, but even had a faint sword intent. It's just that this sword intent is like a light wind, fluctuating, and it is really unfathomable.

I might have to ask Master.

Li Muqing listened quietly, the song had long ended, but his heart was still in the artistic conception of the song.

He heard it, it was the boundless rhyme of the babbling mountain stream, it was the idleness of the flowing clouds dancing unintentionally, and it was the helplessness of the spring flowers blooming at night, that was a kind of power.

One of the most prosaic, but at the same time the greatest power. This power is enough to make people forget their pain, to forget all the troubles and unhappiness of life, and to find the happiness, innocence and beauty that were once forgotten, dusted, and covered by impurities in the deepest part of the soul.

Li Muqing's face was somewhat surprised, and after listening to the question asked by Yang Xiaofeng, he took the jade flute in his hand and looked at it carefully, pretending to be profound: "Feng'er, do you know how many kinds of killing tools there are in the world?"

"There are ...... tools for killing", Yang Xiaofeng said lightly: "There are countless tools for killing, but the most direct one is to kill people with a sword."

He wondered why Master would ask such an inexplicable question.

"Yes, the sword is indeed the most direct tool for killing, and killing people with the sword is also the most common method, but you are wrong", Li Muqing shook his head, he was obviously not very satisfied with Yang Xiaofeng's answer.

Yang Xiaofeng was stunned and said, "I was wrong"?

"The knife and the sword are indeed the most direct and universal tools of killing, but they are not the best tools for killing, and there is always only one of the best tools for killing, not a knife or a sword."

"It's not a sword, it's what"?

"It's the human heart."