Liu Chen stood in front of the bronze mirror, slightly clumsily arranging his already meticulous clothes, and his short hair was neatly combed by him.

This new shirt is to ask Wu Tong to buy it at the Wang Ji Garment Store on Zhuque Street, the best Cangzhou fabric, the most suitable cut, the so-called people rely on clothes and horses to rely on the saddle, Liu Chen, who wears this new clothes, is no longer the martial artist, looking at the angular face in the mirror, Xu Yuyao behind him can't help but shine his eyebrows, and admires in his heart, what a beautiful son!

Turning around to look at Xu Yuyao with some hesitation, Liu Chen was worried in his heart, expectant, and nervous, and waited until the girl took two steps forward and tied a piece of fine mutton fat jade pendant around his waist, and then he showed a faint smile.

"I'm going to a banquet!" Liu Chen opened his mouth, his face flushed a little with excitement, "Family banquet!"

"It's handsome, just a little longer hair. Xu Yuyao smiled, stretched out her hand and gently smoothed the folds of his chest, occasionally touched, she could clearly feel that a strong and powerful heartbeat was through his chest, felt in her fingertips.

"I am a monk, and it was the Grand Duke who shaved my title at the beginning, and I have short hair to show my respect for his old man!"

Xu Yuyao nodded, raised his face and bloomed with a bright smile, and the two looked at each other for a long time before Liu Chen cautiously said, "Yuyao, can I wear it like this?"

"Okay, you look good in whatever you wear!"

"So I'm leaving?"

"Go ahead, come back early. Xu Yuyao took Liu Chen's arm and sent him out, and when he came to the door, he remembered the gift he had bought before, patted the back of Liu Chen's hand and asked him to wait, the girl walked back to the room quickly, took out a small boxy box, and handed it to Liu Chen, "I almost forgot, you take this toffee cake, the elders like to eat it." ”

"Thank you!"

In the place where Liu Chen couldn't see, on the top of the towering Bauhinia, the black-clothed and white-haired shopkeeper stood there quietly, watching Liu Chen take a boat, watching Liu Chen go away, for a long time, he looked into the distance, slowly red eyes, two lines of turbid tears hung on his knife-like cheeks, he whispered in the wind, he sobbed in the clouds, three days before the Dragon Boat Festival in the twelfth year of the apocalypse, there was nowhere to feel at ease, how to be home.

"The wind is a sword to listen to the rain falling, the cliff pine washes the wind and thunder, and the green mountains cover the clouds from afar, and the autumn water has no intention of bearing the Yiren!"

Wuyi Lane is very long, the long street has been to the unknown horizon, the long story blurs the stormy childhood, Liu Chen has been walking, has walked through the mansions of the national princes, has walked through a bend of the old alleys, the prosperity of Chang'an City, is still incompatible with him, he is not a returner, nor a passerby, he is in the world, but outside the crowd.

After walking for a long time, he saw the light in the distance, in that warm halo, Liu Chen saw a man, a man with gray hair, Liu Chen saw him, so he stopped, he saw Liu Chen, and then smiled warmly.

The plaque of the Cangguo Mansion is a little old, the cleanly cleaned gate is open, the walls on both sides are covered with moss, Liu Chen stood between the pair of lifelike stone lions, raised his head, and wanted to associate the vague shadow in his memory with the quiet man on the steps, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't piece together the fragmented past in the depths of his memory.

"My name is Liu Chen, the dust of the dust, when I went to Fancheng, I was seven years old, at that time, I had no food to eat, no place to sleep, I was most afraid of rain, afraid of a big rain, the beggars in the City God Temple had to get together, I couldn't beat them, so I could only spend the night in the rain, they all wanted to rob my Qiushui sword, and I snatched it back again and again, I don't know what this is for, I only know that it is my home. ”

"Another time, I ran darts with people, that year I was twelve years old, escorting a batch of goods to Jinju, I met bandits at night, they all died, I was very scared, so I pretended to be dead, those gangsters were afraid that someone would live, so they made up a knife on a corpse, when it was my turn, I almost cried, but I couldn't cry, if I cried, I was really going to die, that person stabbed me in the shoulder, very lucky, in the end I came back to life, with the Qiushui sword, came back to life. ”

"I only know that my surname is Liu, I have Qiushui Sword, but I don't know, where I come from, they all say that people surnamed Liu live in the Tibetan Soldier Valley, I want to go, but I don't know the way. ”

"When I first picked up the sword and began to learn martial arts, everyone told me that the swordsman of Cangzhou is the best in Kyushu, where there is the sword lord Liu Zhen, the sword god Liu Zangbing, the sword saint Liu Bai, and the sword master Liu Shocking Wind, there is a sword shocking wind and a wooden Qing, and a mountain covering the clouds and water without heart. But what does that have to do with me? I'm just willow dust, dust of dust. ”

"In my dream, the water of the Canglan River was stained red with blood, the fire in Chang'an City made me unable to see the face of my father and mother clearly, every street I walked through was full of stumps and broken arms, corpses piled up like mountains, I was shouting, crying, but I couldn't see anyone coming, it was hell, so I couldn't find my way home. ”

Liu Chen stood with his hands down, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, tears wet his collar, he didn't dare to look up, he didn't dare to look, he didn't dare to listen, he didn't dare to touch.

"I'm sorry!" The crumbling Liu Chen suddenly entered a wide embrace, so warm that he was like a dream, when his tears wet the man's chest, when he wailed, he heard the voice, the voice that called his name countless times in his dreams, "I'm sorry, I really tried my best, I told you, don't run around, why don't you always listen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I lost your father, I really can't lose you anymore!"

"Uncle, I'm back. ”

"Yi'er, I'm back. ”

Liu Fengfeng's powerful arms almost made it difficult for Liu Chen to breathe, but he didn't feel pain, he enjoyed this kind of heart-splitting, those pretending to be strong, those pretending to be fearless, at this time, all disappeared, these warmth, he had been longing for a long time.

From Liu Jingfeng's shoulder, Liu Chen opened his tearful eyes, saw the steps above, saw the fluttering Liu Shayun, saw the white-haired Liu Wuxin, saw the young Cangguo Gong Liu Zhi, and saw the Liu Ruyan who was holding back tears pulling a shy young man, beside them, Ji Wanzhu and the other two women supported each other, and everyone looked at themselves with a smile on their faces.

The arrival of Liu Chen, completely ignited the enthusiasm of the Cangguo Mansion, the most loyal servants rushed to tell each other, all with tears in their eyes, since ten years ago, after Liu Yi's life fell on the Lanjiang River, the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in Cangzhou, cold as ashes, they lost the future king, lost all the spiritual sustenance of the next, that year, Cangzhou was excited, that year, every household in Cangzhou sharpened their knives and wiped their nails, that year, the civil war of the human race was about to break out, that year, countless Cangzhou rangers brazenly attacked the national religious inquisition all over Kyushu, that year, Cangzhou people never lost their hearts, Tibetan soldiers never lost their love。

Now, he is back, with the expectations of the people of Cangzhou, back in front of them, or it won't be long before the news of Liu Chen's return will spread throughout Cangzhou, and in the end, Kyushu Daxia will understand that their Canglan County King is back.