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The night fog hit, and the night was a little cool today, and there were not a few stars in sight in the hazy moonlight.

Suddenly, in the night sky, a black shadow fell like a meteor, pierced the sky, and fell in front of the door of one of the cottages in Rain Village, and landed in the courtyard.

"Ahem......"

Up close, it was a man in golden armor. The man is about thirty years old, with delicate facial features, and sharp eyes like sharp knives, which seem to be able to pierce people's hearts. He wore a purple and gold crown on his head and gold armor, and the golden armor bloomed brightly.

The golden spear in his hand was gently plunged into the earth, and the crimson blood slowly slipped from the spear and fell to the land, intersecting with the dust and turning black and red.

Not only was the spear stained with blood, but the man's face and armor were covered with blood, telling of the previous tragic battle.

"Ahem cough ......" The man coughed up blood again, and the blood coughed up in his mouth turned out to be silver, in the falling moonlight, it reflected a brilliant silver, and the silver blood seemed to come to life, there was a majestic power rushing in it, and there were ancient and obscure patterns flickering.

"Who is it?" An old voice came from the dilapidated cottage, and then, a rickety body slowly walked out of the cottage, the moonlight fell, and the old man's appearance gradually became clear.

This is an old man in gray, dressed in a wide and shabby gray robe, with wrinkles on his face, showing the vicissitudes of time.

When the old man saw the man in golden armor, his pupils contracted violently, and he immediately regained his composure, and the old man's voice sounded.

"Yang Han......" The old man's voice was very low.

"Why did you appear in front of me?" asked the old man with a gloomy face, "when I withdrew, everything was over, and you and I no longer had anything to do with it. ”

The old man's eyes lost some of their brightness, as if he remembered something, and his gaze began to become indifferent, as if he did not want to remember the past.

"It's all over, I have nothing to do with the two of you, and I have retired to this small village and will never come out again. "The old man was very impatient, and turned around to enter the house.

Yang Han, the man in the golden armor, was silent from the old man when he went out, and only when the old man was about to enter the house did he say, "Help me take care of this child." ”

The old man stopped and skimmed the baby Yang Han was holding in his other hand. The little one was still very small, with a round face, red and a sweet sleep. The two eyes are closed tightly, the two eyebrows are like two curved crescent moons, and the small mouth moves from time to time, which is very cute.

"Babbling..... babbling......" The little guy seems to have dreamed of something interesting, his little mouth is bent, and he moans cutely, adding a bit of life to this cold night, looking at the child, as if staring at a ingenious, living, and watery work of art.

"Hmph..... haha......." The old man laughed lowly, under the moonlit night, the meager light shone on his face, and the wrinkles twisted on his mottled face like a long worm, looking a little terrifying, "Time passes, after a long time, you are still the same tone....... haha." ”

"Twenty years ago, no one can forget. The old man said, in the dark, his hand on crutches, the green tendons burst out like a long snake, and then there was silence for a long time, and the old man's voice sounded again: "I have nothing to do with you, and I have no obligation to help you take care of this child, you can go." ”

"Help me take care of this child. Yang Han, who was wearing golden armor, sounded again, and in his tone, it seemed to be pleading, as if he was guilty, but he repeated this sentence, as if he was sure that the old man would agree to his request.

"Get out of here!"

The old man shouted angrily, and the crutches in his hand flashed in the darkness like a sharp knife, stabbing at Yang Han at an incredible speed. This deadwood cane, like a real sword, pierced his golden armor stomach like tofu, bringing up a blood flower.

"Poof!"

Silver blood gushed out, slid down the stomach of the golden armor, and hit the ground dripping.

"Haha..... ha..... blood can't wash away history, everything in the past is still reverberating.....? The old man laughed whimsily.

Yang Han was silent, as if it was not his body that had been pierced, his face was expressionless, and there was not even a trace of change on his face.

"This is also a child of the Pure Spirit. Yang Han whispered, "No matter what happened back then, this is Qingling's child." ”

Speaking of the name "Qingling", the old man was silent, his eyes began to become foggy, as if he remembered some past events that should have been abandoned by him a long time ago, and with a "poof", the old man pulled out his crutches, and the blood-stained crutches stood on the ground, supporting the rickety figure of the old man who seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

"Qingling...... Do you see me like this?" the old man said coldly, "This kind of thing happened, and I have become what I am now, and it stands to reason that now we have nothing to do with it, and it is not my duty to take care of this child, and I don't want to be involved in your world anymore." ”

After that, the old man suddenly realized something, the whole person disappeared in place in an instant, and when he appeared again, his hand was already pinched on Yang Han's neck, the moonlight fell, and the green tendons below burst out like a dragon, and the crutch held in his right hand made a "click" sound, as if it was about to burst at any time.

"What happened? What did she say? Why did you ask me to entrust this child?" cried the old man in a low voice.

Yang Han's face did not change, "What should have happened, it still happened." He doesn't have room for us in his eyes. ”

"What about her?" The old man looked at Yang Han's majestic pupils, saw the sadness that flashed in it, and suddenly sighed, and the old hand moved away from Yang Han's neck.

He walked to the courtyard on crutches, looking at the faintly visible stars and the hazy moon in the starry sky, a handful of old tears flowed down at an angle that Yang Han could not see, the night breeze blew gently, the old man's shabby robe floated up with the wind, full of endless loneliness, he seemed to be a few years older.

"Time is running out, come on, take this child, and I can leave with peace of mind. Yang Han said softly, he looked at the old man, holding the child in his hand and handing it to the old man.

The lovely child was suddenly illuminated by the moonlight, opened his hazy little eyes, his small mouth pursed slightly, and there was a soft groan, as if he was dissatisfied with waking him to sleep, and his little eyes looked left and right, full of spirituality.

Turning his head, the tears in the old man's eyes didn't know when they had disappeared, it seemed that in the face of this Yang Han, he would always have such an expression, looking at the child, and was silent again.

It seems that the familiar look of the child was seen from the child's face.

In fact, after hearing Yang Han's words, his heart was constantly struggling, he wanted to cut off the past, but it was difficult to do it, that was his life, and it was also his dream every night for so many years.

His hands trembled violently, as if he wanted to raise his hand to catch the child.

"No! It's all over! I'm just the head of this small village, an old man in the twilight, and I have no other identity!" The old man shouted frantically in his heart, the memories of the year kept surging, the obsession in his heart was ups and downs, he wanted to cut off the past, as long as he refused this request, he was still the old head of this rain village, and everything was exactly the same as yesterday.

"Qingling....Qingling....." The figure in his heart that he never forgot kept appearing in his heart, stretching out his hands to him.

"Take care of this child for me. The white figure whispered with a sweet smile.

The outside world is very calm, the world under the stars is very tranquil, but the old man's heart, like the waves on the sea, is struggling violently, making decisions for this thing that will change his life again.

He knew that after taking this child, everything would continue, everything back then would be remembered again, his own name that he had forgotten would also come back, and he would be involved again in that disappointing world.

"Can I really forget the past?" the old man asked himself, over the years, those memories have been deliberately forgotten by him, but in his sleep, he still kept appearing, and many nights, he woke up sweating profusely.

"Come on, take him, it's too late!" Yang Han said in a low voice.

"Good...... Good ......"

The old man made a difficult decision, his face full of pain, but as if he had let go of something, he raised his old hands and took the child.

"Heh..... hehe....." The child's crisp laughter rang like a silver bell.

The old man's wrinkled hands touched the child's bare white skin, and the old man looked at the child tenderly, as if he was holding his own child, and laughed softly, the wrinkles twisted together like dragons, very terrifying, but very gentle.

"Thank you, I owe you so much. Yang Han suddenly knelt down on one knee and saluted the old man, and in his majestic gaze, he seemed to let go of the concern in his heart, and said sincerely.

The old man raised his head, the tenderness in his eyes dissipated, and looked at Yang Han, the previous disgust also disappeared, as if looking at a stranger, "You don't owe me anything, the cause of the past will come to fruition one day, and this is my end." ”

"......" Yang Han was silent.

Yang Han pulled out the golden spear inserted into the ground, looked up at the starry sky, the last concern in his heart had been put down, and in his eyes, the fiery battle intent was surging like a roaring flame.

"Yang Sheng, this is Qing Ling's name for this child. Yang Han took one last look at the child, and the whole person rose from the ground like a cannonball, the glow fell, and rushed towards the vast starry sky at an incredible speed, "The glory of my clan cannot be tarnished, if I die in battle today, my child will also walk on my path, and blood will be shed for the glory of my clan, and the general trend of the world will guide the future." ”

Yang Han's voice had just fallen, and his majestic figure could no longer be seen in the sky.

"Yang Sheng......" The old man ignored Yang Han's departure, looked at the young body in his arms gently, muttered softly to himself, and entered the house with the child in his arms.

That night, I don't know when, the child suddenly cried violently, and the old man watched this scene silently and sighed softly.