Outside the house, Xie Jun and Bai Bo Lai sat at the foot of the steps, picking a leaf and putting it to their mouths to blow. He couldn't remember when he learned to whistle. Maybe he was born with it, or maybe loneliness and wandering taught him how to pass the time.

Let a leaf turn into an unknown tune at the tip of his mouth, filling up the empty time. The intermittent whistling of leaves scattered in the quiet night sky, as if someone was crying. He thought that the last fire in his heart had been extinguished long ago, thinking that

You can get relief by letting your figure be crushed in the light of swords, but I don't understand why it is always difficult to fall asleep every quiet night.

"Stop whistling, uncle, the grass is also crying." Xuehai appeared in the yard with tea. He refused, and the whistle became even more shrill.

However, just as she was walking forward, she reached out and a piece of cake slipped from the plate into his palm.

"Bad uncle..." She muttered something scolding and pushed the door open.

But before Xie Junhe could finish swallowing a piece of cake, Xuehai retreated in a blink of an eye, closed the door, and sat next to him. Xie Junhe continued to play strange tunes reluctantly, as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

After a while, he suddenly saw two tears falling on the ground. He raised his head in surprise and saw that Xue Hai's big eyes were filled with tears. "Girl, what's wrong? Who messed with you?"

But she wiped away her tears and laughed: "I originally wanted to...come to see my brother. I also asked Sister Shiyu to make some snacks...I'm really stupid."

"Could it be that he was kicked out by him?!" Looking up, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

I also imitated him and sat leaning on the railing, casting innocent eyes into the deep night sky. But finally I couldn't hold back the tears, and wetted the pieces of my clothes: "No... I just didn't expect that my brother would be hurt...

...I didn’t expect...my brother’s injury is actually not serious, right? Both Uncle Wang and you know it, but I don’t know...I didn’t realize it at all...I’m really stupid.”

He threw away the leaves and gently shook her shoulders: "Don't be stupid, he is just tired."

"I know. When you see Uncle Wang hurriedly coming and going, it must be."

"Don't cry, it's okay. We should stay in Duanjiazhai for a few days and see him again tomorrow morning."

"During the day?" Xue Hai shook his head, "Tomorrow morning Village Leader Duan will definitely come to him to discuss business matters, and then he will be busy directing this and that... Do you know? When I'm at home, I often sit like this on the steps.

I waited for him next time. He promised to come see me during the day, but he didn’t see anyone until sunset. By the time he thought of me as his sister, I would probably have already fallen asleep.”

"This guy deserves to be beaten." He angrily pulled up a few blades of grass on the ground and threw them out. He leaned against the railing, held a straw in his mouth, and crossed his arms with his legs crossed.

Xuehai chuckled: "How can I really forget it? He just couldn't spare the time. If only I could help my brother."

"Your brother has a rocky temper. If you think about it with your toes, you won't be allowed to have even the slightest bit of charlatanism."

"But I just want to help him! After my father passed away, he took care of everything by himself. He looked majestic in front of everyone, but every time I heard Uncle Wang sigh, I knew that many things were not that easy."

"It's time to find some decent helpers. If one day I really give up my job, he will die of exhaustion sooner or later."

"Uncle is leaving?"

"Can you please stop calling me uncle, girl?"

Xuehai stuck out his tongue apologetically: "Are you and your eldest brother leaving the Zhuyu Sword Sect?"

"To be exact, I have never been a member of the Zhuyu Sword Sect." Xie Junhe grinned helplessly, "I can't stand your brother acting like he's seen a ghost after seeing wine. It's just... I don't know why.

I stayed and promised to do something for him. But I didn’t expect that ten years would pass in the blink of an eye.”

"Is this so? Did you make a bet and my brother won, so you can only stay?" Xuehai made a face at him mischievously.

Xie Junhe actually did not continue to argue. He just looked up at the silky night sky. The cold wind blew by. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Want to listen?" Xuehai immediately came closer, widened his eyes and listened carefully.

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Ten years ago, during the snowy season, not long after he arrived at the foot of Black Rock Cliff, he was scarred and penniless. He couldn't pay for the drink and was thrown out of the door. He had no place to go and simply slept in the street under the eaves of a tavern. He was attacked.

He was wearing ragged black clothes and boots that were so torn that his toes were exposed. His hair was disheveled and his face could not be seen clearly. His body was covered with some snowflakes. Compared with the beggar, he only had a crutch and a broken bowl. If he kept lying like this, he knew

Sooner or later he will die. But he doesn't want to die just like that, he must not.

In the biting cold wind, two well-dressed figures walked here from a distance. The elder wore a brocade coat and riding boots, and the younger one wore a white fox fur. They walked by leisurely as if they were visiting. "Young Master, this man will not freeze to death."

Alright?"

"He's just resting, don't disturb him."

The older man fluttered his long sleeves and slipped off a few copper plates. With the sound of the coins clattering to the ground, he jumped up as if he had been stepped on and kicked away the coins with a roar: "Who the hell is a beggar?

Get out of here with your stinky money!" The copper plate rolled back to the young man's feet. The elder was furious, but was caught by the young man next to him. The young man just smiled indifferently, bent down to pick up the copper coin at his feet, and handed it back to the elder's hand.

, turned to him and clasped his fists to apologize: "My subordinate is unreasonable, I hope the hero will forgive me."

"Why?" He scolded him relentlessly. The young man just smiled silently, not moving, but showing dignity without giving in.

The elder seemed to be unable to stand it any longer and said urgently: "Young Master, don't pay attention to this scoundrel. Let's go our own way." "You want to leave now?" He was in the midst of the fire and unsheathed his sword without hesitation, "Throw it away."

That copper plate guy, you didn't apologize!" The sword light illuminated half of the street.

"What a sword!" The young man looked vaguely angry, "But before you draw the sword, you'd better think clearly."

"Young master, where did you come from? Go back to where you are."

"Back off." The young man took off his fox fur and handed it to the elder. When the elder stepped back ten steps away, he took off his sword. The originally deserted street suddenly exploded, and people watching the excitement gathered from all sides.

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For a moment, sand and stones were flying, the chill of the sword light intertwined with the cold wind. There were endless cheers from all around. Amidst the clang of weapons, more than a dozen lightning-like swords pressed forward, but the young man retreated calmly, without leaking. No matter what he was trying to do,

No matter how strong the pressure was, the young man still just dodged steadily, as if he had clearly seen his moves before he drew his sword, but he refused to fight back. He had never encountered such an opponent before, and he was quite annoyed.

Full of fighting spirit.

At this time, the young man smiled: "Sharp, fierce, strong and decisive, he is a man. I have given you so many moves, it's time for me to take action." After saying this, the long sword shook in his hand, and an unpredictable sword appeared.

The cloud was approaching him with murderous intent. He immediately blocked it with his sword and prepared to counterattack. Unexpectedly, the sword cloud suddenly turned into three sword flowers and attacked his vitals. He took a breath of air and could only defend carefully. That

The long sword's moves were ever-changing, leaving no chance for him to find any flaws. It was his turn to retreat in disgrace. From time to time, one or two exclamations came from the crowd. After three more moves, the young man did not succeed, but it seemed that he had succeeded.

He hesitated. When he was gasping for air, he struck back fiercely and struck the young man's throat. The crowd then let out an exclamation. The young man panicked and avoided it, and the sword grazed his neck. This sword seemed to anger the young man, and the swords were in chaos for a while.

Dancing around, dangerous moves were made one after another. The spectators were afraid to show their anger. At the critical moment, the young man suddenly stopped and sheathed his long sword.

It's not satisfying, and the fighting spirit that was just ignited suddenly disappears, and I have the urge to kill the opponent directly.

But - you must not take action easily, because the young man has clearly prepared himself calmly.

He threw away the words: "Are you admitting defeat?"

"You are injured, so even if you win, you won't win with force."

"But you can't beat me."

"Who knows," the young man smiled disdainfully, but refused to give in: "I'm very skilled, but the escort agency is short of manpower. I think you will be interested."

He sneered: "You can't defeat me, why should you order me around?"

The young man ignored his dissatisfaction: "It's better to recover from your injuries first. Find an inn and give your name to the Zhuyu Sword Sect, and they will let you stay on credit. If you agree after your injury is healed, you can come to the Zhuyu Sword Sect.

Come to me. I have something to do, so I won't accompany you." After saying that, he turned around, took the fox fur from the elder, put it on, and hung the sword back on his waist.

"I won't do anything unconscionable!"

"I won't do anything if my hands are dirty."

"I'm not interested?"

"The world is so big, you can leave it or leave it." The young man looked back, his clear eyes flashed cunningly for a moment, as if he had seen through his mind. "There is still such a good sword left at the end of the road. The ambition of a hero must not lie in the market.

"Before he came to his senses, the young man had already walked away. In the cold wind, only his back covered with white fox fur remained.

"Hey! You haven't said who I'm looking for from the Zhuyu Sword Sect?"

The spectators booed and gradually dispersed.

The storyteller in the tavern laughed: "You don't even know who he is, how dare you fight with him?"

Xuehai chuckled when he heard this: "The young man is the elder brother, and the elder is Uncle Wang, right? It must be so, no wonder Uncle Wang doesn't have a good face when he sees you." Then he had a strange idea, "Then,

Which one is more powerful, my brother, or Jun and eldest brother?"

"Ghost girl!" Xie Junhe sneered and raised his eyebrows as if unwilling to admit defeat, "Anyway, he couldn't beat me back then." He was obviously still worried about Chu Tao's abandonment of the war ten years ago. He contradicted him.

Although Chu Tao had promised him that he could leave at any time, he never left. However, he never forgot why he came to Nan'an. He never forgot why he came to Nan'an.

He forgot the sound of the leaf whistle that was played less and less. A sad voice lingered in his heart, reminding him that he should never forget it.

"I'll take you back to bed, girl. It's too late." Xie Junhe stopped himself from thinking about it any more, got up and pulled Xue Hai up.

"But……"

"I'll ask him to come see you tomorrow morning. If he dares to forget, I'll beat him up." Xuehai was amused by his serious look. She had no doubt that he really dared to fight Chu Tao, so she followed him out obediently.
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