A piece of the pie in troubled times, heroes become passers-by!

The fire is burning, the wind is blowing, the yellow sand is dancing, the man is on the yellow sand, in front is the admiration of the enemy, behind is the waiting of the lover, the sword is still there, and the man is still alive.

The dawn after the storm was even more stubborn, it was slower than usual, looking at the three people at the end of the yellow sand, the expectant eyes never changed. Some of the three are very persistent, and some are just persistent with her, whether it is true or false, looking forward to the moment when it comes true, then everyone's anxious expectations are worth it!

The sky-high firelight illuminated a radius of dozens of miles, looking at the fiery red light at the end of the yellow sand, facing the smell of scorched smoke brought by the west wind, the old man smiled, Bian Long smiled, they knew that Wen Yunfeng had already succeeded, but Lan Lin did not smile but became more and more hesitant, she became more and more unsure whether Wen Yunfeng would be able to return?

The old man looked at Lan Lin beside him, smiled and said, "He succeeded, he saved all the people in the border city, he is an out-and-out hero, aren't you happy for him?"

Lan Lin, who was hazy with tears in his eyes, choked up and said: "It doesn't matter if he is a hero or not, I just want him to live!"

The old man smiled and said, "You are right! Once a great hero dies, all that is left in the world is nostalgia, but if he lives, shouldn't we be happy?"

Lan Lin seemed to hear the meaning of the old man's words, although she was no longer hopeful, she still hoped to get a little comfort, after all, it takes courage for the living to continue to live.

Pointing in the direction of the firelight and looking at the end of the yellow sand, the old man smiled and said, "He must be on the way back, I have never been so sure of one thing in my life." ”

Bian Long asked suspiciously, "How dare the seniors be sure?"

The old man said softly: "Because he is Wen Yunfeng, it is not very difficult to do this, the difficulty is how to get out alive, the desire to survive is undoubtedly the most difficult for a swordsman, but now Wen Yunfeng is not the same as the Beigu Sword Ancestor at the beginning, he has a home, a wife and children, and a life, so he will definitely survive!"

Bian Long was a prodigal son, he couldn't quite understand the old man's words, but he felt that there was a little bit of truth, and nodded lightly on the side.

Lan Lin put away his tears, nodded and said, "I hope that the family is not revenge but his hope." ”

After that, the three of them stopped talking and quietly looked at the yellow sand.

Finally, the dawn came, and the sun fell on the earth, and the fighting, parting, and unhappiness that happened last night should also come to an end.

The end of the yellow sand, the lonely figure, the cold long sword, every time he parted and returned for so many years, he and the scenery around him have not changed.

Cold, lonely, and silent, perhaps the aura that will always be imprinted on him, can never be thrown away, can not be let go, and cannot be washed away.

The old man smiled, this time brighter than any before, and muttered to himself at the corner of his mouth, "You are finally back." ”

Bian Long wiped his eyes, looked straight in that direction, looked at the shadow, and shouted excitedly: "Brother Wen, Brother Wen, he is really back!"

Lan Lin cried, she only seemed to cry, there is only one thing in this world that will not be mixed with hypocrisy, that is a woman's tears, how many men have devoted their lives to it, Wen Yunfeng got it, so he must be happy!

Lan Lin frantically ran down the city tower, opened the city gate to face the west wind and yellow sand, and rushed towards Wen Yunfeng's embrace.

Wen Yunfeng stretched out his arms, smiled and waited in place, quietly looking at Lan Lin, looking at the series of messy footprints behind Lan Lin, Wen Yunfeng counted what he was doing, smiling while counting.

Finally they still hugged each other, Wen Yunfeng put down the Qingyan Sword, and tightly wrapped his hands around Lan Lin's waist, gently touching, feeling quietly, and kissing hard.

Bian Long smiled and said, "Brother Wen finally put down his sword for the sake of the woman!"

The old man sighed softly and said: "The most important thing in a man's life is not to hold the sword, but to hold the woman he loves deeply, but how many swordsmen can be like this? Wen Yunfeng should be regarded as one in ten thousand, is there no need for sword to be ruthless!"

Bian Long smiled and said: "Breaking off love is nothing more than an excuse for us to comfort loneliness, if there is a love, who wants to be barren for a lifetime?"

The old man looked at Bian Long and thought carefully about Bian Long's words.

After being silent for a long time, the old man wiped away the tears that flickered in the corners of his eyes and muttered: "After living for so many years and searching for the Tao for so many years, maybe there is no such thing in this world, no matter how sharp the sword is, it is just a pile of broken iron, and what life needs is the companionship of love!"

With that, the two of them stopped talking, and slowly walked down the tower and returned to where they should go.

Lan Lin snuggled in Wen Yunfeng's arms, looked at the road Wen Yunfeng had walked when he returned, and asked with a smile, "Brother Wen, tell me honestly if that road is very dangerous?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Those are not important, the important thing is that I am back!"

Looking at Wen Yunfeng's tired face in the vicissitudes of life, he said distressedly: "Swordsman, promise me to put down this sword and rest for a while, okay?"

Wen Yunfeng asked suspiciously, "Why not forever?"

Lan Lin smiled and said: "In love, the word forever is too restrictive, no one can know how many variables there will be tomorrow? You hold me, I snuggle up to you, live in the moment, never promise, so that you are not tired, I will not be tired!"

Looking down at his lovely, sensible and beautiful wife, Wen Yunfeng gently kissed Lan Lin's forehead and said, "You are the greatest happiness in my life!"

Lan Lin suddenly remembered something, broke free from Wen Yunfeng's embrace and asked, "Why are you indifferent when I ran so hard?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled, pointed to the road that Lan Lin ran and said: "No one can leave footprints on this yellow sand, but the footprints you left have been engraved in my heart, this distance is the distance you hugged me, I will always remember it, I believe that this eternal commitment should be easy for me to do." ”

Lan Lin smirked and was silent, they sat on the yellow sand, looked in the direction of the yellow sand, and silently counted the memories on the yellow sand.

Wen Yunfeng was a little tired, he fell asleep in Lan Lin's arms, this time he slept peacefully.

It's not that blood can't be melted, it's not that kendo can't be broken, and it's not that the rivers and lakes can't be cared for, life and death are just an excuse, if there are still people in this world who need you to live for her, please don't waste time with excuses.

The flowers will reopen when they are grateful, the sword can be recast if they are broken, and the Yiren can still stay if they go, if they are used to being lonely, there will be no exit in this life.

The fire in the camp of the Qing army burned for several days and nights, and finally the wind and waves were calm, and the aftertaste drifted away.

Looking back at the direction of the border city, the cheeks of the vicissitudes of eternal war squeezed out a trace of an unknown smile, and muttered to himself: "I won't come back! I won't see Wen Yunfeng again! War, war, fighting for blood and culture, maybe it's really not enough for us!"

After that, Yongzhan left without looking back.

The battle of the border city broke his undefeated myth, but it did not thwart his life, maybe there are not too many ten years in life, maybe there are not too many perfections in life, maybe life is the coexistence of Yu Liang, Yongzhan did lose, but he lost clearly and clearly.

After learning that the Qing army retreated, the whole city of the border city was also rejoicing, there were different opinions about the reason for this, few people knew Wen Yunfeng's deeds, but what happened must not be hidden, and soon Wen Yunfeng was once again admired by the fathers and villagers here as a god.

The horse stepped on the border and the geese flew away, the sunset tower was full of remnants of the sun's blood, the lonely city of the dangerous eaves was a one-line sword, and the miracles of the North Lonely were passed down through the ages......

The old man has hid in that lonely lonely building, and the vicissitudes of life are holding the vicissitudes of life pen on the scroll of vicissitudes of life, what is depicted on the scroll of vicissitudes, he should belong to Wen Yunfeng's words!