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The white clouds are leisurely, floating over the valley, blowing in the breeze, indescribably leisurely and casual.

The morning breeze ruffled the boy's long hair, making him look more stable and mature.

The blue clothes are as clear as water, revealing a faint rustic atmosphere.

The black hair is like ink, and it is casually draped behind him like a waterfall. There was no other expression on the handsome and elegant face, only a faint despondency between the deep and desolate eyes, just like a student who studied hard in the cold window but failed to reach the first high school, a little lonely, a little down.

Of course, he is Yang Xiaofeng.

At this moment, he was standing on the top of a small hill, and as far as the eye could see, the whole valley was in full view.

The Yu Xiao in his hand slowly put it to the corner of his mouth and blew slightly. He played softly for himself again.

The bright Xiao voice sounded slowly, and in an instant, it seemed that even the heavens and the earth had calmed down, including his own heart, and likewise, his was much calmer.

Every time he was upset and irritable when he practiced the sword, he would come here to play a song for himself, "Pure Heart".

Ten years have passed, almost ups and downs. Looking back on it, all this is like a dream of Nanke, both true and false, and both dreamy and illusory.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, even Yang Xiaofeng himself didn't know what kind of superb realm his swordsmanship had reached at this moment.

He only knew that although he had been practicing swords, he had stopped using swords since four years ago.

At this moment, his sword was no longer in his hand, but in his heart. There is a sword in the heart, and everything is a sword.

It's just that what he thinks about now is to give up, just as he gave up his hatred, to put down the sword in his heart.

There is not much difference between a sword in the hand and a sword in the heart, whether it is a sword in the hand or a sword in the heart, it may hurt people.

But now he didn't want to hurt anyone.

Although he was still burdened with a sea of blood and hatred at this moment, he no longer wanted to take revenge. He had found for himself something more deserving, and more worthwhile than revenge—protection.

Guarding the old man who has always loved him like a father for the past ten years, and the girl who has always been deeply engraved in his heart.

If she hadn't married someone else now, if she had been waiting for her, then he would have spent his life doing everything he could to protect her.

Therefore, although he has never stopped practicing swords every moment over the years, now his original intention of practicing swords has changed.

Hatred has long been put aside, and guardianship is the reason for him to become stronger.

He wants to protect those who treat him sincerely, never forget him, always treat him well, and always care for him.

His love for those people is the reason why he wields his sword.

Although, those people are not with him at the moment.

Therefore, for Yang Xiaofeng, in the past ten years, in addition to practicing swords, he has practiced more heart. Practicing an ordinary heart, but also practicing a man's broad heart that is compatible with the world, and also training his infatuation and sense of responsibility for his relatives.

The bleak autumn wind swept up the bleak fallen leaves and began to dance wildly in the sky, and at the same time there was Li Muqing's sword, a sword that seemed to be invisible so fast that it was so fast. A shadowless and invisible sword took Yang Xiaofeng's back like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and in an instant, Yang Xiaofeng was about to become a dead soul under the sword.

It's just that the next moment, the sword stopped, two inches away from Yang Xiaofeng's left back shoulder.

One end of the flute was lightly held in Yang Xiaofeng's hand, and the other end was tightly pressed against Li Muqing's throat. Just like Li Muqing himself said before, hide but not reveal, and strike later. It's just that this time the person who was restrained by Yang Xiaofeng was himself.

Yang Xiaofeng couldn't believe that one day he would really defeat Master. You know, this is Li Muqing, a former martial arts myth, but now this mythical and legendary figure who is respected as the sword god has been defeated, defeated in his hands, and it is only in one move.

For a while, the master and apprentice stared at each other like this, and kept staring at each other.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Li Muqing, and Li Muqing was also looking at him. Then, they all laughed at the same time.

Yang Xiaofeng smiled heartily and happily, while Li Muqing smiled a little sadly. Perhaps, behind this laughter is more the desolation and pathos of the hero's twilight.

"Haha......", Li Muqingqiang held back the sadness in his heart and said with a smile: "Feng'er, your progress in the past four years has been too fast." I remember four years ago, even if you made the first move, I could still snatch the sword in your hand and put it on your own neck in just one move; three years ago, I could only draw my sword to block Xiao in your hand, but I could still beat you; two years ago, even if you made the first move, you and I could only fight a draw at most; a year ago, only when I made the first move, I could barely fight a draw with you; and now, you finally won, and I, I have finally lost. From now on, I'm no match for you."

"Yes, I won, I won, I finally won over you, Master", Yang Xiaofeng wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh anyway.

He finally defeated Li Muqing, but he didn't have a trace of joy of victory.

Hasn't he always longed to defeat Master, and this wish has finally come true today.

His long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled at this moment, and it stands to reason that he should be happy, but why can't he be happy.

Not only is he unhappy, but he also has a deep sense of sadness and loss.

At this moment, it was Li Muqing who was happy, he was defeated, but he was very happy.

"Feng'er, for so many years, I have been looking for an opponent, an opponent who can defeat me, thank you very much, let my wish finally come true today."

For some reason, he felt very relaxed at the moment.

Although he is revered as the god of swords, who knows that behind this supreme glory, there is also a deep loneliness and loneliness.

The feeling of being cold in a high place is not a shackle to the heart at all. He was really grateful, thankful to Yang Xiaofeng for being able to free him.

He had always longed to be defeated, and today he finally achieved this long-cherished wish, how could he not be happy. The happiest thing is that the person who defeated him turned out to be his own apprentice.

Blue is better than blue, this is the most gratifying thing in the world.

It's just that when I suddenly thought of something else, the original joy was suddenly swept away, and all that was left seemed to be sadness.

Even the smile that was still hanging on the corner of his mouth just now gradually became much sader.

However, Li Muqing still smiled and said: "Feng'er, perhaps, you should leave, you always have to leave, don't you?"

"Leave ......", Yang Xiaofeng suddenly became confused, indeed, all the efforts he made were not just to be able to leave here?

Isn't he practicing his sword so desperately just to avenge his family? Now, his swordsmanship has already been completed, and even his master has been defeated by his own sword, so if he doesn't leave now, how long will it take?

However, although his swordsmanship has been completed, his original intention has long changed, from revenge to protection.

Whatever it was for, though, I'm leaving now.

"Feng'er, there is always a parting in the world. You've been here for 10 years, and now it's time to go. I know, I've known for a long time that although your person is here, your heart has always been somewhere else, right? I know that you have always been thinking about someone in your heart, go to her now, don't give her, and don't leave yourself with regrets."

"Leave ......", Yang Xiaofeng whispered: "Yes, it's time to leave." It's time to go see Ah Xue, and I don't know if she's been doing well all these years"?

The smile gradually retracted, and he looked at the master quietly, as if he had just met the old man in front of him.

He used to only think about revenge, thinking that there was nothing else to ask for in this life, but only now did he realize that after ten years of getting along, he had already regarded the master as the closest person, and his feelings for the master were even about to surpass those dead relatives.

"After I'm gone, what will you do, Master?"

He didn't dare to imagine how the old man should live alone alone. When he is there, at least someone will talk to the old man, but if he leaves......

Master is not afraid of hardship, but the loneliness of being alone, the kind of days when no one is with him, how difficult and tormenting it must be.

In addition to his dead relatives, the only things he was thinking about were Master and Ah Xue.

The one he can't rest assured about now is Master.

"Feng'er, you can go without worry, don't worry about me. I had been living alone here for eighteen years before you came, and now I'm just going back to where I was. Don't worry, I'm not very old, and it's okay to take care of my livelihood......."

Li Muqing smiled casually and said something light-hearted, and paused: "Thank you for accompanying me for the past ten years." In fact, I am reluctant to let you go, it's just that you still have too many things to do, you still have too many people to let go, and you still have too many entanglements to end, all of which was doomed from the beginning. So you better go."

Yang Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go."

Tears seemed to roll in his eyes.

"Feng'er, I hope, I hope that one day, you will come back with joy and pick me up from here, I hope that by then you are already married, and you must take your daughter-in-law with her, and you two will come here to pick me up and take me to your house to see."

This is the old man's entrustment to him, but also the old man's expectation of him, and it is also the old man's blessing to him.

He has never married in his life, so he hopes that Yang Xiaofeng can have a complete home and find a good woman.

"Feng'er, you must get married as soon as possible, don't be like me, cumin, lonely all your life. Didn't you say it, the eldest brother and the second brother have already made a marriage contract for you and Qingxue, if Qingxue still recognizes you, if she is still not married, you must not disappoint her. In case she is already married, then you must also learn to let go, you know? You are all right, I can rest assured, the only thing I am worried about is your temperament, your obsession is too heavy. Hey, let's not talk about that, in short, don't be bitter about yourself."

Yang Xiaofeng held back his tears, tried his best to pretend to smile, and said, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely come back to pick you up as soon as possible, and at the same time, I will also bring you an apprentice daughter-in-law back." Before that, you must take care of yourself, and I want you to help me take care of the children in the future. When the time comes, you don't want to be too troublesome."

Li Muqing laughed and said: "Don't worry, I will never be too troublesome, even if you give birth to eight sons, I can bring it over." I'm afraid of your daughter-in-law...... , I just hope that when the time comes, she won't dislike me, a bad old man."

Yang Xiaofeng said loudly: "She dares." I promise that if she dares to dislike you, I will fix her severely."

"I hope you're telling the truth, but don't be duplicitous."

"Honestly, of course".

"That's good".

"Haha......".

"Haha......".

For a while, the master and apprentice laughed loudly at the same time. This laughter is so cheerful, so cheerful, so hearty.

After laughing for a while, Li Muqing stopped first, groped around his waist for a while, took out a bag of coins and gave it to Yang Xiaofeng, and said casually: "Feng'er, this is the little bit of silver I have saved in the past few years, and it is also the last little bit of heart I can do for you, you can keep it."

After speaking, regardless of whether Yang Xiaofeng reached out to pick it up, without saying a word, he directly stuffed it into his arms, then turned around and strode away.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't see it, and the moment he turned around, the crystal tears were already flashing in the old man's shriveled eye sockets.

That's how hard it is to let go.

Holding the heavy money bag, tears burst out of his eyes instantly. There seemed to be thousands of words in my heart, but all of them were stuck in my throat for a while, and I opened my mouth, and after all, I only said four words:

"Master, take care."

Li Muqing seemed to be laughing, and he didn't look back: "The rivers and lakes are dangerous, you also have to take care of yourself."

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, suddenly turned around, and threw the sword in his hand to Yang Xiaofeng, saying, "Feng'er, take this sword with you, and let it accompany you for me from now on." In the days when I was not with you, I hope that when you see this sword, you will think of me. I hope you will remember me, and even more so, my expectations and entrustment of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't stop anymore, and walked straight away, leaving only a lonely and sad back for the apprentice.

Yang Xiaofeng stood in place, watching the master go farther and farther, and when the lonely figure was about to blur out of sight, he finally knelt down slowly and kowtowed three times.

Then he slowly got up and strode towards the valley.

Once you go, will you go back?

I don't know, at least at the moment he didn't look back.

Once gone, is there a day to return?

It will, he knows, it will.

The only thing he didn't know was when it would be returned.

I just hope that when I come back, nothing has changed here.

The most important thing is that the people here are still there.

Yang Xiaofeng strode along the road under his feet, and he knew that his own road had just begun.

Although nostalgic, there is nothing reluctant to do. You must know that life is inevitably parting, since you want to leave, why rush to say return. In fact, everything seems to be far away, but the day of return may not be too far away.

After Yang Xiaofeng left for a long time, Li Muqing finally turned back.

For a while, the old man stared blankly at the already empty valley in front of him, and just kept looking, all the time.

The years are not forgiving, and the vicissitudes of life are not only people's hearts.

The next moment, his eyes, which had already been weathered too much, slowly overflowed with two lines of muddy tears.

Before he knew it, the old man was in tears.