The wind of early autumn blows the hills, the long rain drives away the summer, the silent song gradually drifts away, and the parting period gradually becomes farther away.

The rivers and lakes have finally returned to peace, the swordsman has finally captured peace, and the love and hatred have finally been written into Xiaoxiang.

The destination is not prosperous or secluded, perhaps it is crumbling in the bordering place, how many people have arrived but have no time to be nostalgic? How many people have not arrived but still have throbbing hearts? The existence of loneliness is a curse to the hero, if there is no loneliness, then there will be no ups and downs in the world?

Wen Yunfeng doesn't seem to be planning to leave here, although this is not a good place, but at least there are all that should be here, and there is nothing that should not be there, the swordsman is not a perfectionist in the first place, what he pursues is just right!

The absence of war should be a good thing for a king;

Without war, it should be a good thing for the people of one side;

Without war, it is still a good thing for heroes;

But without war, the sword in the hands of the swordsman is not a thing to be happy about, because without love and hatred, and blood, its rust will eventually corrupt its ambition, and its colorful colors will be tasteless from now on.

The hero's story will be remembered through the ages, and Wen Yunfeng's deeds must also be passed on indefinitely, until one day everyone has blurred his name and his sword, but his story has become an eternal nostalgia and an excuse for future generations to be lazy.

Therefore, heroes cannot die, heroes must live, and the sword that kills cannot stop, because there are people in this world who deserve to die every day!

In early autumn, the night came earlier than usual, mixed with raindrops and cold winds, and the hurried pedestrians on the way home were even more hurried, and they did not need to worry about the country and the people, and eat three meals a day.

No matter how prosperous the place is, it can't compete with the misery brought by nature, the people of the capital who are noisy and sleepless day and night, and the hustle and bustle and restlessness are also slowly drifting away in the cool breeze and bitter rain of early autumn.

There was no red halo in the sky, and the silent clouds seemed to want to have an intimate embrace with the earth, and finally night came to strangle all hope in the cradle.

The horse's hooves, splashing water, and the man on horseback was dressed in a coat and a hat, and he was supposed to come from the rivers and lakes, because his boots and trouser legs were stained with some distant mud. A pair of dark and shining eyes made people dare not look directly, until the evening breeze blew the tips of his sideburns, and the wisps of white flew in the wind and rain, and he appeared who seemed similar but felt strange.

His appearance must have been another storm, but today his pace seemed a little sluggish and not as hasty as before, this was an awakening or another beginning.

Ye atonement evil, he has been silent for a long time.

And at this time, the Qing army retreated, the plan came to naught, and he woke up, he couldn't be silent anymore, and he didn't choose to be silent, since he came to the capital, he would definitely do something?

Late at night, in the courtyard, in the attic, one or two lamps are not enough to illuminate, one or two jars of sake are not enough to buy drunk, and two people who should not smile drink wine that is not enough to buy drunk in the faint light of the fire, and they laugh when they drink.

The long night was enough for them to confide, so they were not in a hurry, and drinking more would make the otherwise hard words softer.

After a long time, Jin Shoutian finally said the first sentence, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Ye, what are your plans for the future?"

Jin Shoutian seems to always only ask this sentence, he always relies on his fate in the hands of others, and constantly urges others; if it is an ordinary person facing Jin Shoutian, he must be extremely annoyed, but he will not, he is Ye Redeeming Evil, he will always wait for others to speak first, and those who wait for the other party to speak first must learn to bear everything first.

Ye Ransom smiled evilly and said, "I don't have any plans, it's better to rest and rest first!"

Hearing Ye Rancher's answer, it was nothing.

Jin Shoutian's words became sharp, and he said viciously: "Brother Ye, you can't be like this, for your words, Jin Mou broke into the Qing army camp alone and died nine lives, and today you want to rest if you are defeated, this excuse is too reluctant." ”

Ye Cheng smiled evilly, drank the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp, and muttered, "Brother Jin Xian, do you know why we failed?"

Jin Shoutian shook his head, waiting for Ye to redeem the evil story.

Night Redemption stood up and pointed to the dark night sky and said, "Because we are not ruthless enough, because we can't let go of it, because our knowledge of the world is not enough to conquer it." ”

Jin Shoutian asked, "Then what should we do?"

Ye Ransom said coldly: "Wait, wait for an opportunity, wait for a storm, wait for this mountain and river to wither by itself, we can't pin all our hopes on these chess pieces, if there are more chess pieces, the game will be chaotic, not that they are chaotic but that we ourselves are chaotic first, if we want to conquer this country, we must first strengthen ourselves." ”

Jin Shoutian didn't doubt the words of the night redemption, but just asked with concern: "Then how long will it take to wait until that day?"

Ye Fu smiled evilly and said: "Don't worry, no one will wait for something that is far away, although it is not close at hand, it is not at the end of the world." ”

After that, the two stopped talking and drank quietly.

The rain is still falling, the wind is still blowing, the story is still playing, and everything continues.

Since Ye Ransom said to wait, he will definitely wait.

Jin Shoutian believes that Ye redeems evil, so he will also wait.

How long will they wait, then the rivers and lakes will be calm for a long time!

Maybe one day, when the rivers and lakes make waves again, the Beigu Sword Ancestor will be old, but that sword should still be bright!!

It's still in his hands, and if he dies, someone will pass it on!

Only when he dies will Beigu become a nostalgic memory!

Those brilliant or lost carvings, in the long river of years, carry it will always be the lonely three-foot Qingfeng, not long or short, just right!!

The last conversation between Jianghu and the swordsman:

Jianghu said: "I knew that there would be such a day, I had been waiting for you here for a long time!"

The swordsman smiled gently, smiling even brighter than when he left.

Jianghu asked with some confusion: "Why are you still laughing?"

The swordsman smiled and said, "Why can't I laugh?"

Jianghu was even more puzzled, shook his head and said, "It seems that you conquered me in the end." ”

The swordsman smiled and said, "I don't think about conquering anyone, nor about being conquered by anyone, as long as everyone can live and smile." ”

Jianghu stared at the sword in the swordsman's hand, and said hesitantly: "What about your sword?"

The swordsman didn't speak, just gently wiped the blood from it.

Jianghu said with understanding: "It turns out that these things can be erased!"

With that, they all laughed.