"Boy, let me tell you, your Grandpa Niu and I, the people I killed back then, countless people, rivers of blood, others were so frightened when they saw your Grandpa Niu that they ran away, and the height was unbearable!" Meng Han rode on the back of the old cow, thinking about his thoughts, and said "um" intentionally or unintentionally, obviously numb.

Looking at the mountain with only the outline in the distance, I remembered more than ten years of happy life. It's just that in the past two years, Menghan has become silent and doesn't talk much. The reason was that one day the gentleman came to his room and said something with a serious expression. "Menghan, there are some things that I should tell you, in fact, you are not picked up by me from the mountains, you are not an orphan. You have parents, but more than ten years ago, they got into a trouble, so your father entrusted me to take care of you, and when the time comes, I will meet you" Menghan's heart suddenly turned over, and he was shocked by the news, but he never dared to believe that he actually had parents, and he was not an orphan. But he still felt a sense of sadness, he was no different from an orphan, after so many years, what trouble could make them not come to see him for so many years. The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, and the tears kept flowing down from my big eyes.

Seeing this, the gentleman comforted softly, "Your mother's skills have been greatly reduced because she has just given birth to you, and at this time, the enemy family came to the door, and your father was away and could not rush back in time, so your mother went out to lure away the enemy in order to save you." Later, your father heard the news from the enemy that your mother was dead, but the specific information could not be done. Your father was bent on finding your mother and avenging her at the same time, but because the enemy was too powerful, your father was far from being an opponent back then, and you were still young and afraid that you would be killed, so he begged me to adopt on his behalf. So over the years, they haven't come to see you, "Where are they now, why don't they come to me?" Menghan cried while holding that inexplicable hope, "Your mother's life and death are unknown, your father is looking for him everywhere now, I don't know where it is, every time he comes to me, the last time was two years ago." "Is he okay?Can I help him?" Hearing this, Menghan stopped crying, and just wanted to go back to his father to help him find his mother, "He should be good, I don't think he will let you help him, you are still too weak, you must know that your father, to the realm of refining himself with blood and qi, and refining the "refining body" of his limbs, he can't help that force, you hurry up and become stronger, only by becoming stronger, can you help him" Mr. smiled and touched Menghan's little head. Then Menghan asked many more questions, and Mr. answered them one by one.

In the following days of those two years, Meng Han became more and more diligent, and when he encountered a problem that he didn't understand, he asked Qing Niu, and Qing Niu was not stingy, in addition to explaining the problem, he also taught him some new 'techniques' and usage, which Meng Han had never encountered before. Qingniu pointed out that most people now use 'art' too rigidly, and you must know that 'art' is a sharp weapon, not an embroidery needle. It must be used in the right way to maximize its power in order to exert its due power. When fighting with others, others will not stand there stupidly and pay attention to the gentlemanly demeanor, wait for you to finish the 'technique', and find the right opportunity for yourself. Later, Menghan practiced with Qingniu, and the result can be imagined, every time Qingniu is happy, not to mention how cool it is. In the past, when I was with the master, I was abused, but now although it is not the master himself, it is also very cool to abuse the master's disciples, because it is in that spiritual space, the pain of the soul is particularly clear. Every time Menghan was abused and fainted, but as soon as he woke up, he went to Qingniu to ask for advice, and Qingniu did not refuse, and promised to beat Menghan to faint. In this way, Menghan spent two years in masochism in order to become stronger.

Meng Han, who was sitting on the back of the green cow, suddenly thought of this painful past, and the pain of the soul can still be felt now. Suddenly hit a spirit, looking at the green cow under the buttocks, his eyes were a little complicated. Qingniu seemed to feel this gaze, his heart suddenly became empty, and he kept comforting himself, I was for his good, so I "helped" him, thinking that the old cow was "helped" like this by the master, he should be able to understand his "hard work". In this way, one man and one ox, each with his own heart, went to the south. Two days later, looking at the flow of people on the road, today is the time to catch up with the market once a month, Menghan suddenly remembered the mountain town, remembered that he hadn't been there for a long time, riding a green ox slowly against the flow of people to the distance, Menghan remembered the girl two years ago, Qingqing, are you okay? Unfortunately, I am now destined to break my promise, for the sake of my father and mother, I have to embark on an uneven road. The love of children is long, it must be cut off, I will be selfish once, Menghan became firm. The text in his mind suddenly rolled over, and the word "nothing" flew out of it, with a golden light, and then turned into an invisible sword and flew towards the heart. 1. 'Thoughts'

Giving birth to 'love', a 'heart' becomes 'thought'. To break the 'love', you need to cut the 'heart', and I cut off the 'heart' with the sword of "nothing". In a few moments, the sword came to a place next to the heart, waiting for something. Outside, Meng Han sat on the back of the green cow with a painful expression, sweating profusely. The people around them continued to walk towards the town as if they hadn't seen it. Qingniu is also nervous to death, boy, I can only help you get here, the rest can only rely on yourself, this first heart tribulation must pass, Qingniu prayed silently.

Menghan only felt that he was back to the scene two years ago, when the convoy encountered an attack and saved people, my name is Qingqing. Remember to come to Qianji City to find me, my name is Qingqing, I know that you are not far from me, and the scenes are vivid, Menghan's heart hurts very much. At this time, at the heart inside the body, as Menghan experienced the scene in pain, there was a virtual small "heart" emerging from the heart, and there was a "love" word suspended inside the "heart", and there were countless "love threads" entwined around the periphery. The sword of nothingness with the word "nothing" suddenly slashed towards a "love thread", which was the scene in the town two years ago. "Love Silk" slowly melted from the tip of the sword to both sides, and Meng Han, who was experiencing that scene, found that this picture was disappearing, and when the "Love Silk" disappeared completely, Meng Han closed his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood on the back of the green cow, and the blood turned black, which was heart blood. When Qingniu saw it, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distance, the city lord's mansion of a thousand machines, there is an endless stream of people who come to the door, it turns out to be the daughter of the city lord, from the age of twelve golden hairpins, the thirteen-year-old cardamom years, to the age of fourteen. According to the practice of the Dahua Dynasty, a woman at this age can be engaged to the year of the sixteen-year-old Jasper's marriage. Therefore, most of the people who come are matchmakers who come in and out of the side door. In the inner courtyard, the city lord's wife frowned, "Why are there so many people coming to the door today, it seems that the daughter is too beautiful, and it's not a good thing, but can't you really forget that kid?" "Mother, don't you know your daughter's heart?" The woman who spoke had black hair as transparent as she was, and she wore a princess bun, and a beaded hairpin was hung on the bun, with a tassel hanging from it, and when she spoke, the tassel swayed. She has a fair and pure face, soft and fine skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are sparkling like stars. There is a small mouth under the bridge of the small nose, the lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved upward, with a little sad smile. The whole face is delicate and beautiful, so refined, there is no trace of fireworks in the world. She wore a white shirt with silk flowers and a white pleated skirt. Sitting there, dignified and noble, quiet and elegant. It is so pure, tender, like a budding hibiscus, and it is not clean. This girl turned out to be Qingqing, and the time of two years has changed a lot. Suddenly there was a heartache, looking into the distance, tears flowed involuntarily, like pear blossoms with rain, hibiscus weeping dew. The city lord's wife was taken aback, "What's wrong with you, don't be scared of your mother" "Mother, I'm fine, I figured it out, I promised what you said a few days ago, go to Yingtian Academy to study" Qingqing said in a low voice. "Well, it's good to figure it out, your father will be happy to hear it, I'll go tell him the news, and drive the matchmaker away by the way" The city lord's wife finished speaking and left. Qingqing looked into the distance and muttered, "You know, you are the one in my heart."

After a stick of incense, Meng Han suddenly opened his eyes, and when he woke up, he only felt refreshed. Looking around, I found that in a mountain forest, the green cow's footsteps were very steady, as if walking on the ground. It was like a dream just now. I woke up from the dream, and the "love" was scattered. Meng Han took out a flute from his arms, and the flute was all blue, which was a gift from the green cow. According to Qingniu, this flute is a high-grade treasure, and it is the "Tianzhi" that suppresses its big array. But now Menghan can exert very little power, so he can use it to blow a song if he has nothing to do.

Put the flute to your mouth, strike a pose, and start playing. His voice whined, like resentment, like crying, as if he was saying something.

I'd rather be a fallen leaf,

Let the wind and rain blow everywhere;

Or a flowing cloud, in the clear blue sky,

There is no more connection with the earth.

But hold fast to the sad sign,

to touch the melancholy of not being settled;

At dusk, night shift, tiptoeing,

It's all emptiness, and there's no tenderness;

Forget that there was a world, there was you;

mourn who has ever been in love;

Falling like a flower, forgetting to go

The emotions in these tears.

Until that day nothing remains,

Less than a flash, a breath of wind

traces, you have to forget me too

I have lived in this world.

The sound of this song spreads in all directions, and the birds are silent, the insects are silent, and the flowers are not spitting. In the distance, there is a middle-aged woman collecting firewood in the mountains and forests, hearing this song, she does not understand the rhythm, she remembered the love scene when she was young, and the beginning was very satisfying, and then an accident, her husband passed away, leaving her alone. Tears poured down the face like rain and dipped into the rocks