This story finally ended, feeling relieved.

Everyone said I have a copy of the manuscript, okay I do have this story. I started at 9:00 a.m. a few days ago and continued to write it until 11:30 noon the next day. I love Red Bull, I love Dongpeng, and an anti-fatigue drink that is very similar to Dongpeng's packaging, and a bottle of magic claws.

The Claws are better

Then the next day I only slept for one hour at noon and continued in the afternoon.

Modify until the day it is posted.

The character Honghui is my favorite person now... I don’t know if you are, maybe not, after all, just a middle-aged uncle (spreading his hands)

A young swordsman who was once casual and crazy became a peak master who could not struggle in the world and became dull. The more he carried, the less he could laugh, but he was still carrying these things on his back.

Twenty-three years.

Then, use yourself as the flame to create a future for the sect.

He can only laugh at the end...

Maybe this person, as he said, had the expectations of letting his master down, made his wife heartbroken, lost her daughter, and his apprentice turned against him...

It's a mess...

So, why can't such a middle-aged man become a hero?

Burning in front of everyone in the most intense posture...

I remember there is a saying in the theme song of Star Change: Can people who are not expected become heroes?

May I?

I have no idea……

When writing this character, I thought of Yue Buqun. I was thinking that if the person in the dilemma of a similar sect is a heroic swordsman.

What would it look like?

Is the swordsman necessarily a white dress and a casual person? Get out of the white blade and kill people in the world?

That's too far, isn't it?

No matter how embarrassed or miserable he is, he doesn't look like a master swordsman, even if he looks like a frustrated and embarrassed, the middle-aged man who was in a mess in the past, even if he was shaky, even if he seemed to be responsible for the next moment, and his duties were suppressed to kneel down on the ground...

Kexin is still there.

The sword is still there...

The key point is the heart... Whether it is us or the swordsman in the story, this is the most important and common. The original intention is still there, and all tortures are only tempered and the sword's cold light becomes more and more sharp and dazzling.

I have too many thoughts in my mind and feel very complicated. I am a little confused. I forgive me...
Chapter completed!