Li Chenan did not rush to go.

Because Zhongli Ruoshui's body was very weak.

Just in this wilderness, four tents were set up. After simple supper, Li Chenan boiled a bowl of medicine for Zhongli Ruoshui by himself.

This is a medicine specially equipped by Xiao Wu for Zhongli Ruoshui's disease.

Among them, the two most precious medicinal herbs were brought out from the Treasure Pavilion in the Imperial Palace when Li Chenan left Kyoto, and the rest were bought on the way.

Li Chenan did not expect Zhongli Ruoshui to have an illness so quickly this time, because Xiao Wu once said that even if he had an illness again, it would be in the cold winter.

But it's just early autumn.

It should be the result of the hard work that has been running around the road.

Li Chenan sat at the head of the temporary bed with a medicine bowl, and Zhongli Ruoshui leaned against his arms.

The mask has been taken off, revealing Zhongli Ruoshui's pale and sweaty face.

"I'm really useless!"

"Follower, just take this medicine and we are almost at the Sword Washing Tower. We walk slowly behind us, and it's not a short time for these two or three days."

Zhongli Ruoshui's smile seemed very weak. She looked outside the tent and saw the moonlight on the ground.

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is the roundest."

"No, the moon is sixteen in the fifteenth round."

Zhongli Ruoshui glanced at Li Chenan: "I'm not a three-year-old child... Do you think, on this Mid-Autumn Festival night, will the literary world in Yujing City hold another Mid-Autumn Festival cultural event?"

"Of course, I have it, come and take the medicine first."

Zhongli Ruoshui frowned slightly, "It's really bitter."

"Be good, good medicine is good for the disease. I will take this medicine for about half a month."

"Go to the Sword Cleaning Tower to see what's going on. We have been in the Sword Cleaning Tower for a long time, and time is like an arrow. When autumn leaves, winter comes... drink medicine!"

Zhongli Ruoshui frowned and drank a bowl of medicine. He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue. Li Chenan put the bowl aside and forced a smile:

"You have to see if there are any conditions to build a warm pavilion on the Forgetful Platform of the Sword Cleaning Tower, so that you will feel more comfortable during the winter."

Zhongli Ruoshui lay in Li Chenan's arms again, like a cat.

She asked curiously: "That Forgetful Platform... I don't know what it looks like? Why did you get such a name?"

"Since it is called a platform, it is probably an extended platform on the hillside. I think it can be built in a house."

"Why forget the love... this name is probably taken casually. Maybe the ancestor forgot some past stories after stepping into the great master of the Bu Er Zhoutian Jue."

Zhongli Ruoshui pondered for three breaths and turned his head to look at Li Chenan:

"Then... if you also comprehend the eighteen-legged crafts and entered the door of the Grandmaster, will you forget Sister Xiao and me?"

Li Chenan drowningly scraped Zhongli Ruoshui's little nose, "How could that happen?"

"You are the two most important women in my life. Even if I forget myself, I will never forget you."

Zhongli Ruoshui didn't say anything more.

The pale face was filled with a happy smile.

This is quiet.

The moonlight entered the tent and spread on the bed.

Half an hour later, Zhongli Ruoshui gradually became sleepy.

Her eyelids slowly closed, and after another half an hour, she fell asleep.

Only then did Li Chenan carefully put her down, covered her quilt, stood in front of the window and looked for ten breaths before turning around and walking out.

Standing in the deserted field, he looked up at the moon.

Outside a tent not far away, Bu Jinghong was also sitting on the grass, holding his sword, and looking up at the moon.

Li Chenan walked over, Bu Jinghong withdrew his gaze, quickly got up, bowed and said, "Mr. Li!"

“Yeah…sit.”

The two sat on the ground.

"Did you miss home?"

Bu Jinghong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I... I originally had a home, but since I was six years old, I have no home anymore."

Li Chenan turned his head and looked at Bu Jinghong in confusion. Bu Jinghong told Li Chenan his past that had been buried in his heart for more than 20 years.

Only then did Li Chenan realize that the lonely wolf's life was so miserable and his life experience was so miserable.

Bu Jinghong said for a long time.

He has never told anyone these words.

Even Ximen Chuhua doesn't know.

But he just told Li Chenan that he just felt that Mr. Li was someone worthy of his trust.

Those things were pressing on his heart for a long time. After saying them this night, he not only did not fall into the pain of the memories, but also felt relieved.

“This is roughly a relief.”

"Sir, please don't laugh at me."

Li Chenan shook his head: "How could I laugh at you? Everyone will experience all kinds of things when they come to this world."

"Happy life is similar, but miserable life is different."

“There are also different attitudes towards suffering.”

"I have a little brother named Xiaowu. Maybe you will have the chance to meet again in the future."

"He is only seventeen or eighteen years old now, he is also an orphan, and he is deaf and mute. His life is miserable. In theory, there is no sunshine in his life, but he is more sunny than anyone else!"

"He has the cleanest eyes I have ever seen so far, and the most compassionate heart."

"But his compassion is not blind. His methods are comparable to Shura in order to help his friends."

"He always had a smile on his face, and that smile was even more beautiful than this bright moonlight."

"He said... he had no hatred in his heart. Even if his parents abandoned him, he thought that it was a difficult problem for his parents, so he lived a happy life every day."

"This is his happiness, not material, but heart-bound."

"In my opinion, when happiness comes, we can embrace it with a normal heart; when facing suffering... we should have the unyielding heart to fight."

He stood up slowly, looked at the full moon in the air, and said leisurely:

"Fate is said to be destined by heaven. In my opinion, if it is destined to be happiness, it is certainly okay to obey it."

"But if it gives you suffering..."

Li Chenan walked towards the camp where Zhongli Ruoshui was, carrying his hands on his back, and said a few more words:

"Man is not born for suffering!"

"Man may not be able to overcome heaven, but my fate is up to me and not to heaven!"

Bu Jinghong widened his eyes and felt a sudden shock in his heart!

He spent all his twenty years in the killing.

He survived hardships that ordinary people could not imagine before he survived to this day.

He always believed that such suffering was his life!

Over the years, he has become accustomed to such suffering and even obeys such suffering.

But the gentleman said:

"My life is up to me, not to God?"

Bu Jinghong stood up and bowed to Li Chenan's back: "Thank you, sir!"

Li Chenan waved his hand to Bu Jinghong:
Chapter completed!