"Until the story reaches the end, until the separated meet again?"

Su Changan repeated this passage in a low voice.

He thought it was a very strange conversation.

He told Mo to listen to the rain that he missed him.

but he told him to live.

He asked Mo Tingyu why. Of course, it is naturally important and a matter of course to live.

It is precisely because it is so important and so natural that Su Changan felt so strange when Mo Tingyu emphasized this matter.

And in his opinion, this conversation should be a rare thing.

Because the living communicate with the heroic souls who have gone to the sea of stars. Su Changan had never heard of such a thing.

Something like this should be rare, or maybe it hasn't happened before.

And if something never happens, or it rarely happens, it also shows to some extent that such a thing is extremely difficult to happen.

Since this is such a rare opportunity, this conversation should be one of great seriousness and importance.

At least that's what he thinks in Su Changan's heart.

Therefore, when he said that he missed him, he felt that Mo Tingyu would comfort him a little no matter what.

This is a very important thing for Su Changan.

No one is born a hero.

At least Su Changan is not.

No matter how advanced his cultivation is now and how prominent his status is. But when these coats are peeled off, what is hidden under them is just an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy from a small town in the countryside of the Northlands.

When he faced this world that was contrary to him alone, he was inevitably afraid and confused.

He oscillates between himself and the world.

It's a decision that almost everyone will go through.

When the world you once thought was beautiful reveals its gorgeous and bloody appearances in front of you, you have to make a choice.

Compromise, or persistence.

Actually, it's not a particularly difficult choice.

Because of those who choose to persevere, most of them die. And if you die, then there is nothing.

Therefore, compromise has become the choice of the vast majority of people.

Su Changan is no exception.

And like most people, when choosing such a compromise, he will tell himself in his heart that the compromise is just to survive, but he has to keep certain bottom lines in his heart.

Such words are not so much persistence as self-comforting.

Persistence in compromise is often more difficult than persistence.

But human beings have always been a very strange creature. You always need to comfort yourself in order to live well. And the self-righteous bottom line will gradually dissipate into quicksand little by little in such self-comfort.

When he looked back again, he realized that he was no longer him. Before he knew it, he had become the kind of person he hated the most.

This should be a very sad thing.

But at this time, people will tell themselves that this is what they have to be to live, and that this has a nice name. It is said to be mature.

Su Changan is now beginning to move towards the so-called maturity, he began to wield the butcher knife, and the number of people who died under his sword in just a few days has exceeded five hundred, and the biggest thing he has killed before this is the hen raised by his family in Changmen.

He also began to use some not-so-honorable tricks, such as asking Mu Guiyun to lead people to attack Lu Jianbai's orphans and widows, and then rescued him by directing and acting by himself, and then brought him to Lu Jianbai, who had already been killed, to perform a bitter trick to force him to retract his confession.

No matter how casual he pretended on the surface, but in his heart he couldn't help but hesitate, he was afraid that if this continued, maybe one day he would become an unscrupulous person like Sima Xu.

So he craves. Longing for affirmation in times of confusion and encouragement in times of frustration.

But it was obvious that Mo Tingyu didn't understand his mind, and what he said made him even more incomprehensible.

When Su Changan was about to ask something more, with the fainting of the stars in the sky, the glow of confusion also converged at that moment.

Everyone got up and looked at the sea of stars, the heroic soul finally arrived on the other side, and the ghost star who lived in the sky flickered for a while, as if thanking and saying goodbye.

Then, after a few breaths, he faded away with the stars.

Su Changan finally came back to his senses, he couldn't help but feel a little unreal in his heart, about the conversation just now, he didn't seem to notice the expressions of the people around him, whether it was really happened or his own imagination, he couldn't tell for a while.

But again, he didn't have much time to make the difference. Because it's far from over.

Chu Xifeng died, Xiahou Yuan died, the fifth prince died, and the dead soldiers of the Dao Realm he brought also died.

But Lian Bancheng and Shan Lixing are still alive.

It seems that things have come full circle and come back to square one.

The two powerhouses of the Dao Realm once again released their momentum, they looked at Su Changan and the others coldly, and their hearts couldn't help but become active again.

The Holy Emperor is dead, and the crown prince's accession to the throne seems to have become an ironclad matter, and as princelings, they naturally have no choice but to act.

When everyone's faces became ugly, and Lian Bancheng and Shan Lixing surrounded them with hundreds of monks who were still lucky.

The group of swordsmen who had always followed Chu Xifeng so much that they had forgotten their existence came out.

They stood in front of Su Changan, facing this one who asked and a half-step star-level powerhouse, they drew their long knives without hesitation, and the middle-aged man led by them asked in a cold voice: "You want to hurt my lord of Jiangdong, have you ever asked me about the blade of the Chu family?"

Only then did everyone remember that Chu Xifeng had passed on the position of the Lord of Jiangdong to Su Chang'an before he died.

Now he is not only the watchman of Tianlanyuan, but also the lord of the land of Jiangdong.

With such a prominent identity, I am afraid that only the emperor of Great Wei can compare with it.

And the swordsmen were actually not very happy about this matter at first, after all, it was a very ridiculous thing to pass on Jiangdong to a young man with a different surname. But because of Chu Xifeng's prestige, he agreed.

But it wasn't until Su Chang'an had a short lifeline just now, changed his life star, and sent their family master to Xinghai by force, at that time, these swordsmen were finally secretly convinced in their hearts, and they no longer had eight points of doubt about Chu Xifeng's last life.

Therefore, when Lian Bancheng and Shan Lixing surrounded them again, they walked over without hesitation and pulled out their blades.

This is the rule of Koto.

The head of the family's sword protects Koto. And the knife of the swordsman protects the head of the house.

Lian Bancheng and Shan Lixing's faces became a little ugly at this time, and the sharp sword intent coming from these swordsmen made them feel a little palpitating, not to mention that although these swordsmen were only a few hundred, there were many strong people among them. They fought hard, and they all had injuries of great or small sizes, so they did not dare to take the risk of fighting these notoriously deadly swordsmen.

Therefore, they look at each other and retreat.

But at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded, and then a somewhat rickety back suddenly appeared behind the two of them.