After drinking with Tie Chuanjia, the long-lost pleasure did not last too long, because Tie Chuanjia's choice made him feel eternal loneliness, a loneliness that he could ignore and never wanted or even dared to touch.

Even now, he still doesn't have the ability to control time and place, and even if he has recently felt that he can tear through space if he wants to, he still can't control this treasure that nominally belongs to him.

He can have friendship with these natives, he can see them and help them, but he must not have the slightest love, he can't get married and have children, he can't keep his beloved in a world he doesn't know if he can come back, he can't let his future children live like Ah Fei. Because he knew that unless he could control the "Star Chart", the Living Star Map would truly evolve the small world.

So when Tie Chuanjia was drunk, with longing and a gentle smile, he told him that he planned to quit the rivers and lakes, ask for a wife, and give birth to a pair of children quietly, when the wine entered his throat, only bitterness, indescribable bitterness.

He had no doubt that Tie Chuanjia couldn't do this, even if he gave up and became a hunter farmer and woodcutter, Tie Chuanjia could live the life he wanted, he was a little person, no one went back to calculate the life of a small person, especially a little person who would not affect them.

Lin Zhining was happy for him, and he no longer mingled in the rivers and lakes, which was not a good thing for Tie Chuanjia, but he couldn't dispel the melancholy in his heart.

After going through so much, he originally thought that his heart had long been like an ancient well, especially after experiencing the impact of shamanic witchcraft, he was even more confident in this. But the deep sadness that slowly emanated from him clearly told him that this was just his strong will, which was deeply suppressed in the depths of his soul.

Tie Chuanjia was indeed drunk and ruthless, he suddenly cried loudly, maybe he didn't know why he was so sad, he was only dim, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, he wanted to vent, he wanted to cry as much as he wanted.

This rough man, like a little girl at this moment, his cry alarmed Lin Zhining, he may not be able to stop the sadness in his heart, but he has enough strength to cover up the fragility in his heart.

He glanced apologetically at Tie Chuanjia, who was crying bitterly, and his whole temperament suddenly changed, becoming natural and bright, just like everything growing in early spring, like the sun swaying in the morning.

The wordless sadness dissipated from Tie Chuanjia's heart, and he seemed to feel the warm embrace of his mother, as if he had come to a valley where flowers bloomed and spring all year round, as if he was beside the fire in a cold night, satisfying himself to sleep comfortably.

When the sun rose and shone again, Tie Chuanjia woke up from his sleep, everything yesterday seemed to be just a vague dream, stretching comfortably against the bright sun, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had slept so comfortably.

His nose twitched slightly, and there was still a trace of the smell of wine diluted by the mountain wind, he glanced around, there were some vague wine stains on the ground, and there was a well-sealed wine jar, and there was a burden on the jar.

He picked up the note, only to see that it was written: "Brother Tie, if you see you indefinitely, then this is the last jar of wine I invite you to drink, cherish." ”

Tie Chuanjia saw the note in his hand, he already understood that he was not in a dream, something did happen, he didn't know if it was a delusion at that time, and he didn't know what Lin Zhining's suffocating loneliness and sadness had experienced, but he understood what Lin Zhining meant.

Even though the heat in his heart has not been extinguished, he no longer intends to get involved in the rivers and lakes, because he understands that Lin Zhining must not want him to do this, and at the same time he also believes that maybe his happy life is the support of this good friend who has not made many contacts, and he believes that this little brother will be able to solve all the troubles.

Without pretending to be a gesture, without much hesitation, Tie Chuanjia picked up the wine jar, carried his burden, and strode down the mountain, he wanted to pursue his new life, optimistic and positive to embrace the new life.

Since then, no one in the rivers and lakes has ever seen Tie Chuanjia, and no deeds of Tie Chuanjia have spread in the rivers and lakes, or he has never left traces in this world, since he was stigmatized eighteen years ago, Tie Chuanjia has only lived in the hearts of a very few people, living in a joyful or hateful way.

Maybe in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, maybe it was a small village in the Central Plains, or maybe a small town in Biansai, Tie Chuanjia and his wife, who may not be outstanding in appearance, but must be very virtuous, live a happy and peaceful pastoral life. Only in his occasional leisure, he may think of his former good friends and the life of licking blood from the knife, but he is only an old man, a nostalgic old man who is no longer an "iron armor King Kong", or even an old man who is no longer an iron armor.

The rivers and lakes are always forgetful, not to mention the iron armor that has no reputation, even the almost mythical "Xiao Li Flying Knife", after Li Xunhuan lived in seclusion with Lin Shiyin, few people mentioned it, and few people would have thought that there was once such a master who was envied, revered, and hated, at the top of the food chain of the rivers and lakes. Even Lin Zhining, who did a few sensational martial arts events, rarely mentioned it again after stealing the seventy-two Shaolin stunts.

Generations of young people have emerged, generation after generation of old people have withdrawn, and this Jianghu is like a sieve under the effect of time, screening out generations of masters, and then gradually eliminating them. (To be continued.) )