"From the time she died, there would be no happy things."

The little girl didn't understand: "Why...?"

Not why.

It's because he can only feel endless sadness.

There are not happy things in this world.

But even when he was filled with joy, memories of her still flooded into his mind, and all the words he wanted to talk to her could only be swallowed back, without any joy anymore.

"Those things have passed, haven't they?" The little girl raised her head, looked at the young man, and prayed, "Don't think about those things... just stay here."

"OK……?"

The young man just turned his head.

Things have indeed passed.

But the memory is forever imprinted on my heart, as if a knife blade had penetrated deeply into my heart, and dripping blood spilled all over the floor. Even though years have passed and the wound has healed, it still leaves a scar on my heart.

"Not anymore……"

The little girl asked him again: "Then... who is she?"

The young man covered his face with a veil and walked out. He did not answer, but walked away step by step, and his figure disappeared into the distance.

Since then, all traces of the young man have disappeared from the world, and no one has mentioned anything related to the young man again.

Even though the tribesmen who lived and died with the young people and traveled long distances, no one mentioned it again.

And the young and beautiful girl back then has become a pale-haired old woman many years after his death. When he occasionally recalls the past, he only has vague and pale memories.

Nothing more.

The young man seemed to have disappeared from this world.

When that generation of Yuqi people turns a hundred years old, even the last memory of him will disappear, and there will be no trace of his presence in this world.

Looking from a distance towards the coast, the sea and sky are still the same blue, but no ship carrying hope has set sail.

…

"What happens next?"

"Later..." Yun Wan smiled slightly, looked at the dim sky outside the window, and said softly, "It's too late today. Let's wait until tomorrow to talk to the girl about the remaining things."

It is indeed getting late.

Chen Fengxu also nodded and said, "Okay, you should go back and rest early."

Yun Wan covered the veil, turned and left.

Chen Fengxu had a thoughtful look on his face, thinking about what Yun Wan had just said.

If it is as Yun Wan said, then there seems to be an irresolvable hatred between the Yuqi people and the Daluo people. Even though no Daluo people remember the Yuqi people now, this memory is still deeply engraved in Yuqi people.

On the human heart.

After sighing a little, Chen Fengxu lay down on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.

…

What happened next is forgotten by no one.

No one remembers.

The young man walked step by step from the darkness, carrying the blood of all his clan members on his back, and his face bore the mark of the Yuqi people, but now he could only cover it with a veil.

Only in this way can we enter the territory of Daluo Kingdom.

It was the tenth year after the Yannan Pass was recovered. The Daluo Kingdom invaded neighboring countries with the whole country. Years of hatred had long fermented in the hearts of the Divine Warriors. Today, it has been condensed into an indestructible sharp blade.

, conquer the neighboring countries.

General Fu'an of the Shen Yong Army was young and promising. At only twenty years old, he conquered neighboring countries and led his army back to his hometown in glory.

Along the way, he rode his horse, the north wind howled, and the military flag was blown to the ground, but the young general's face was as calm as ever, only when he looked at the sword on his waist,

Only occasionally will he show a look of deep sadness.

Those who once grasped this sword were his guards who lived and died with him.

But now, Konoe's bones have been buried in the boundless sea of ​​sand. Even if Konoe's relatives are here, they may not be able to distinguish Konoe's whole body from among the millions of corpses.

The guards died on the battlefield.

Only the sword remained.

General Fu'an could only wear the sword that Guards Zeng had clenched with him as a source of comfort, but it was still difficult to resolve the pain in his heart.

Every time he closed his eyes, he would recall that day when Konoe died tragically in front of his eyes.

Konoe's appearance has been deeply imprinted on his heart.

It cannot be forgotten and will never go away.

At that time, he was holding a long spear and riding on a red-blooded horse, killing seven in and seven out on the battlefield. His moves were wide open and closed. Every time he moved, dozens of people died.

He was strong and agile, and his red-blooded horse galloped wildly. He was invincible and invincible on the battlefield. His spear killed countless enemy troops neatly, and he led the brave army to inch closer to neighboring countries.

When people from neighboring countries heard the name of General Fu'an, they all became frightened and fled. No one dared to fight against him.

That year, the sun was extremely hot.

Big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the top of his head seemed to be burning with a furnace. The armor on his body was hard but sweltering, and he was extremely miserable. Sweat beads fell on the ground, splashing a large amount of yellow sand.

So his eyes were also fascinated by sweat.

But at this moment, an arrow came from the string, carrying the sound of piercing the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, but carrying the most profound and bone-chilling killing intent, it headed towards General Fu'an's heart.

That arrow was the sharpest and most murderous.

By the time Fu'an came to his senses, the feather arrows had already caught his sight. He was horrified and his pupils shrank suddenly, but he had no chance to escape.

Fu'an closed his eyes.

So many enemy troops have been killed.

enough.

The next moment,

There was no pain in his heart, but a weak and suppressed groan.

His heart tightened, and he opened his eyes in an instant. The first thing he saw was Konoe standing in front of him, with a weird and strange smile on his face.

Fu'an's heart was half cold.

But the guard didn't say a word, he just tilted his head and tilted his body to the side. The arrow stuck diagonally in his chest had penetrated the armor on his body and penetrated deeply into his heart.

There were still people on the side waving their swords wildly and desperately, hitting the guard who was about to fall.

With that blow, Konoe's left arm flew out.

Bright red blood spurted out, and the sight seemed to be filled with blood mist. In just a few breaths, the guard had been struck by thousands of swords.

The cut from the waist and abdomen was the most deadly.

The internal organs flowed all over the place.

Konoe was still breathing, and he struggled to raise his hands to cover the wound on his abdomen, but he could only feel the flowing intestines.

His hands were covered in blood.

All belong to him.

He wanted to scream.

It's just that his throat has been cut with a knife, and he can no longer speak a complete sentence, even one or two syllables.

He could only make some hoarse breathing sounds.

But……

There is no such opportunity.

Because the galloping horse stepped on the guard's body, the unbearable weight cut off his last chance of life.

Those were the last memories that Konoe left in his mind.

Fu'an's body seemed to be stained with the blood of the guards, which could not be washed away no matter what. He could only walk out of the battlefield step by step with the sword of the guards and riding a red-blooded horse.

There is no room for recovery.

From that day on, Fu'an's heart had died on the battlefield.

until--

In the north wind howling, Fu'an rode his horse.

He suddenly raised his eyes and saw a young man standing by the bridge, seemingly waiting for something quietly.

On his face was an ink-colored veil, covering most of his face. The broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his eyes, making him look like a ghost coming out of the darkness.
To be continued...