He is about thirteen or fourteen years old, and looks a little thin. He does not look like a child from a martial arts family, but more like a young scholar.
A person secretly sheds tears here, reflecting the moonlight in front of him, revealing unconcealable sadness in the lights on the lakeshore.
"Hiding up and crying alone late at night is not what a man should do."
Han Feng walked towards the night wind, his clothes and long hair fluttering lightly.
The boy in white turned his head, his face was stained with tears, and there was some snot hanging under his nose, he was completely embarrassed.
"Mr. Ye...Ye..."
Han Feng came over proudly and sat next to Xu Rong, looking at the moonlight reflection on the lake.
Leave a profile to the young man in white.
The young man didn't speak, and Han Feng didn't speak either.
At this time, Xu Rong didn't know whether he should continue to cry or what to do. He sat there a little confused.
Only then did he really start to look at this traveler who claimed to be from outside Dongwulin.
Although it is already approaching summer, this Mr. Ye is still wearing a black and white thin feather fabric. He has a tall figure and a handsome face. The moonlight on the lake reflects on his face, intertwined with the shadow cast by the night wind blowing on his temples, making this person's temperament
Very complicated.
Gentle yet distant, passionate yet quiet.
The young man looked into the eyes of this mysterious man and unconsciously felt that the sadness in his heart had faded.
"Mr. Ye...I..."
Han Feng didn't give him a chance to speak and handed over the wine bottle in his hand.
The strange wine [Ice Burn] just rewarded by the mist during the day comes from the TV series "The Drunken Man", which can give people special internal power of yin and yang attributes.
Xu Rong subconsciously took the wine bottle from Han Feng's hand and took a big gulp by accident.
Then, there seemed to be two completely different forces, fire and ice, colliding and impacting in his internal organs.
The alcohol was also very strong, but under the power of the two ice and fire, it made the young man particularly sober.
A ninth-grade internal skill was promoted to eighth grade under the influence of Ice Burn.
"This is……"
Xu Rong had tears on her face and her expression was a bit funny.
Han Feng just smiled, took the jug in Xu Rong's hand and took a sip.
This wine can help a ninth-grade boy to be directly promoted, but it has no effect on Han Feng, who is already a second-grade man.
Turning to look at the young man sitting next to him, Han Feng's voice had a sense of vicissitudes.
"You think life is hard, right?"
When Han Feng asked this question, the sadness that had just subsided surged up again.
Wiping his face with the sleeve of his left hand, the young man's face was full of frustration, melancholy and nostalgia.
"My mother said she would give me a gift during the Chinese New Year this year...but she didn't say what it was..."
"I really want to ask her again..."
With a slight twitch of eyelashes, Han Feng seemed to be infected by the young man's emotions.
The departure of the dead, sometimes, is the eternal regret of the living...
"Second uncle died in front of me, pulling on the man's clothes... telling me to run quickly..."
"Dad wants me to forget these things and hide them in my heart forever... But I know that he can't do it himself..."
"I understand... some things can never be forgotten in a lifetime."
Han Feng watched this young man talking about his affairs word by word. It was hard to imagine that a child could think about things so clearly.
I don’t know what to say, so I might as well help him drink away his sorrows.
He grabbed Xu Rong's neck with his left hand, and brought the wine bottle to his mouth with his right hand, and drank it down.
Xu Rong couldn't resist and drank it all.
Then, the feeling of infuriating energy could not suppress the drunkenness, and the young man was completely drunk.
The tears seemed to have been cut off and I started crying again.
Han Feng didn't speak and sat silently beside him.
The moon in the sky is very round, but occasionally obscured by clouds. The ripples on the water never stop, and the reeds are swaying in the wind.
The water surface, the night breeze and the time at this moment are all a bit cool.
"Brother Ye...will life always be difficult?"
"Yeah, it's always hard."
"Is there a less difficult life?"
"Make yourself stronger. When you are strong enough to control your own way of survival, it won't be so difficult."
"Then can Brother Ye control himself?"
"I...it's still a little bit worse."
"Oh I see."
Who in this world can truly master themselves?
Thinking about it, Han Feng took another sip of wine.
Xu Rong was so drunk that she sat alone in a daze, but she forgot to shed tears.
There was silence for a moment, but it was soon broken again.
"Boy, there is no one in this world who is not suffering. Your difficulties are very sad, but it does not mean that your pain is unbearable."
Xu Rong turned around, her drinking power suddenly diluted by strong emotions.
Shi Shiran, a young man in black robe carrying a sword on his back, walked over with a casual expression.
The young master of Diming Palace, Jiang Lie... wasn't it that Diming Palace was suspected of massacring the entire Xu family?
Xu Rong could barely suppress the anger and murderous intent in his heart and wanted to stand up.
I was so drunk that I couldn't stand up.
Han Feng had already sensed Jiang Lie, which was not surprising.
"You kid, I've been very strange since daytime. Why are you so malicious towards me?"
Jiang Lie raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Rong, walked over and sat on the other side of him.
"There are rumors in the world that Diming Palace destroyed the Xu family. You wouldn't believe it, right? This is absolutely impossible!"
In fact, when Xu Rong woke up, he could tell that there was something fishy about this matter, but the anger in his heart that had nowhere to vent made him unable to face Jiang Lie, so he had to turn his back.
Jiang Lie didn't care and looked at Han Feng with a stern face:
"Mr. Ye, want a bite?"
Han Feng smiled sarcastically, took the [Bingzhuo] wine flask, and took a big sip.
“Good wine!”
The intense alcoholic drink tore open the throat and penetrated into the internal organs accompanied by the moonlight.
After drinking, Jiang Lie lowered his head, crossed his legs, patted Xu Rong on the shoulder, and said:
"I know your life is miserable...but everyone in this world is living with burdens."
"Tell you my story."
"When I was ten years old, I was much more innocent and innocent than you are now. I felt that everything in the world was sincere and brilliant every day."
"I only blame my unlucky old lady for practicing the "Blood Chasing Art of Savioring the World". The key to practicing is to devour blood relatives."
"She only had me as her son, and she took me away quietly, intending to use me as a sacrifice for her peerless magical power."
"I don't know if I was lucky or unlucky, but my father found us and we started fighting... Then, my father killed my mother in front of me..."
Jiang Lie said and smiled.
"This is not over yet. My aunt, my mother's sister, was unwilling to believe that my mother had practiced magic. She thought that my father killed my mother in vain, so she chose to assassinate my father."
"She couldn't beat my father, and my father didn't have the heart to kill her and let her escape. I don't know if my mother's bloodline is inherently more radical, but my aunt chose to kill me to torture my father... Crazy woman...
…”
"Fortunately, my martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds at that time, so I took advantage of her and killed her..."
"Ha...she loved hugging me the most when she was little."
Jiang Lie was a little drunk due to the strength of Han Bing's wine, and he rambled a lot.
There was no emotional change when speaking, but it was easy to feel the great sadness underlying it.
"Look, who doesn't have a miserable life? I think I'm pretty miserable too."
Jiang Lie said and took another sip of wine.
Xu Rong turned to look at Jiang Lie, and saw the young man in black robe looking at him solemnly:
"Brother Xu, I assure you that what happened to the Xu family was definitely not done by Diming Palace. If it was, I, Jiang Lie, will kill myself in front of you with three swords and six holes."
Xu Rong didn't know how to answer, so he nodded slightly.
Jiang Lie smiled and handed the wine bottle back to Han Feng:
"Mr. Ye."
Han Feng took the wine bottle and took a sip.
This world is really miserable.
However, when the two of them talked about it to this extent, the mist did not have a mission yet, which could only mean one thing... that is, it already had a relevant mission.
Is there a plan to collapse Dongwulin?
At this moment, Han Feng suddenly felt a fire in his heart, and he wanted to surge out and burn something.
It doesn't matter whether it's a conspirator or some kind of monster.
The mastermind behind the scenes, the murderer who killed the Xu family, the conspirator who destroyed this martial arts world... No matter if they are the same person or not, I want to... kill you.