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It's a little cold, Liu Chen is very weak and tightens the torn jacket on his body, no, it's Yu Taixuan!

On the road of three lives, Chen Qiu determined the fragile humanity in his soul, and also made him return to the past, but after experiencing so many lives, walking on the familiar and unfamiliar land of the Eastern Continent for the last time, he wanted to live like Liu Chen......

The rain wet the world in front of Liu Chen, and the whistling wind was full of broken ruins.

Behind the sloping wall of adobe bricks, a young man curled up in unclothed clothes, unable to see the men and women, and unable to guess the sad faces hidden by the mud.

Liu Chen stopped and hesitated, thought about it and walked over.

The potholed ground was full of sewage, and the path was more than ten feet away, but it was very serious to stain Liu Chen's robe, and the biting cold wind made him very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that even his smile turned into a haze.

"Why don't you go to the other side of the mountain to take shelter from the rain?"

Standing in front of the trembling young man, Liu Chen raised his hand and wiped the rain on his face.

"Don't go...... This is my home!" raised his eyes and smiled at Liu Chen, the young man pointed to the ruins around the two of them, and that smile was not like ignorance, but more like stubbornness.

"Who broke your house?"

"Yu Taixuan!"

"Oh!"

Suddenly, his heart was like a knife, Liu Chen slowly took two steps back, struggled, turned around, took two steps, kicked, staggered, and walked into the downpour again.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that Liu Chen was leaving, the young man quickly stood up and stuck to the corner of the wet low wall, his thin and thin figure crumbling in the wind and rain.

"I'm going to kill Yu Taixuan......"

"Kill him...... Are you coming back?"

"I don't have a home, I have nowhere to go back!"

"You have a home!" The immature scream cut through the glass in the far sky, the wind did not stop, the rain did not disperse, and the Terran boy who looked like a young beast suddenly stood up straight, and raised his voice to Liu Chen's back and said word by word: "I know you, you are Liu Chen!"

"......" didn't dare to look back, and he couldn't tell which of his face was rain and which was tears.

"Panic Canglan County! Weiwei Canglan King! Lonely Mountain Snow at Night!Dawn Canglan Light!" Perhaps it was those hoarse roars that made Liu Chen's back gradually stand up in the rain, "My grandfather, it was your warrior, he died in the sea of flowers in Cangshan! My father, also your warrior, he died in front of Hangu Pass! And I, in the future, will also be your warrior, your home, is the Eastern Continent, no matter whether you win or lose, you must return to our side!"

......

After walking through the wind and rain, I walked towards the clear sky.

Under the warm light, Liu Chen faded his leather jacket, and he was a little hot, just like the incomparably profound summer in his memory.

This is Fancheng, although Liu Chen doesn't read much, but the two big characters full of years at the gate of the city will never be forgotten in his life.

The dart board has been closed, and there are cobweb smoke and dust, which are getting thicker and thicker, just like time has taken away the rain in Fancheng, and the passing years have forgotten the youth of Fancheng......

The restaurant didn't know where it went, there was no rhythm of the old shopkeeper knocking out the old abacus, and there was no mouth like a river in the second pot...... The most regrettable thing is that the most beautiful girl was also lost in the scarred heart of Guiren.

The gambling house summons the flag fluttering, and the dominoes that fall on the bluestone road, no matter how you wait, you can't wait for the laughter of the rangers......

Pushed open the crisp green and walked into the old house with deep grass and trees, there was no residual lamp, and there was no collapsed mountain gate, this was the beginning of the ranger, smiling and smiling, he wandered all his life......

Lonely city, some people leave, no one comes back......

......

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

The ancient road is westerly, there is no thin horse, gray hair, and people are at the end of the world.

The stream in the town is still clear, and the snow field of Linhai is still as beautiful as ever.

Counting the rings of the flowers and trees in the small courtyard, the seven miles of incense in the distance, but they never brought the Sanskrit songs of the Buddha country.

Liu Chen took out a low stool from the house, came to the cliff and sat for a long time, he saw the lonely mountain, but also saw the snow, and I don't know if the song will be lit up at this time, he wants to see that dance again, the lover under the moon, the cold night sky is far away, and he is free to travel freely in the world......

......

When the sky was slightly bright, Liu Chen opened his eyes from the snowy night in the north, turned around sharply, and he came to the south.

There is pine on the lookout platform, and there is water under the panasonic.

The water is colorful, tracing the mountain upstream, there are peach blossoms on the mountain, and the flowers are blooming.

Staying under the pink of Peach Mountain, there is no longer the look back of the beautiful woman who has fallen into the city and the country, and there is no hero who has escaped the red dust, the hero is cooking wine, and the beauty is blanching green plums.

Sing a song of green plum boiled wine about heroes, and sigh a rolling Yangtze River east of the passing water.

The sword light and sword shadow passed in front of him, and he won a false name behind him with an empty smile.

......

The only pity is that further south, Liu Chen can't find the sky city with laughter and songs, maybe that year, the laughter of the sky city came to an abrupt end, maybe that year, the sky city dried up blood and tears......

That year, Liu Chen stood under the stands, and the amazement of the Ice Emperor finally gave the tortured Demon Domain faith.

That year, the Fire King crushed his fist bones and broke his mother's tears, and he will become stronger and stronger!

That year, there were two dragons under the sky, and that year, the wind rose in the South Seas, the king of kings!

......

The 18th courtyard of the college.

The old locust tree blossoms and falls, ushering in the smiles and sorrows that send everything.

The high wall that was broken, but there was no youthful laughter, he couldn't hear the wooden fish that was in a hurry and slow, and he couldn't see the dazzling mountain gatherings, Liu Chen, like in the past, lazily leaned on the rattan chair, he wanted to speak, but he was afraid of this opening, and he couldn't summon the cooking smoke in the kitchen, and the arrogant girl who laughed in his arms.

He wanted to take another look at the sword guard, he wanted to hear the immovable king again, he wanted to go back to those years, and be drenched in a rain that took root......

The names on the Tianji list are unfamiliar to Liu Chen's eyes, those familiar names, it seems that they have been here, and in the end, they are far away.

Walking through Donghua Gate, walking through Zhuque Street, passing by Wuyi Lane, Chang'an, why can't it be my hometown?

Cooled the carnival in the Wangjiang Tower, cooled the wine on the Qinglong boat, cooled the quarrel in the Ganlu Palace, and cooled the old garden on the Huaqing Pond.

Chang'an has no hundreds of households and thousands of lights, so it is better to go back and listen to the vicissitudes of the waves......

......

came to Canglan County, came to Fucheng, came to Iron Horse Jingo, and came to joys and sorrows.

Looking up at the city pass, Liu Chen saw himself, and when he stretched out his hand, he touched the country and the city he once loved.

Thousands of troops and horses were destroyed.

Liu Chen smiled, looked at Beigong Fu's face, brushed the blood from the corners of her mouth, and let the hot tears wet the vicissitudes of her hands.

"You protect my world, I, protect you!" (To be continued.) )