Thinking back to back then, the swords and iron horses were so powerful that they were as powerful as tigers.

Thinking back then, all the elegant and elegant people were great scholars.

I remember that I was having a lot of chatting and laughing, and it was hard to count on my seat.

When we met again, our temples turned white and we were speechless, only drizzling and we were talking in the middle of the night.

Since Nalan Zijian took office, Nalan Zhenbang completely let go of everything and was trapped in the small building all day long, turning a blind eye to the things outside the window, and focusing on reading only the books of sages.

A former close friend suddenly appeared, which made him not know what to say for a moment, so he could only ask, "It's been okay over the years."

Lu Chenlong is the same. He has been hiding his identity for twenty-seven years. He has had many things to say, but he only said two words, "It's okay."

The two of them sat opposite each other, looking at me, and I looked at you, but they didn't say anything for a long time.

"I'm sorry back then," Nalan Zhenbang said first.

Lu Chenlong smiled relievedly. Although his facial features changed slightly, the charm of this smile was still the same as before.

"It's all over."

"It's all over"? Nalan Zhenbang looked at Lu Chenlong with surprise and repeated in a low voice.

"Yes, it's all over, I can't go back to the past, and I still have to go tomorrow's road." Lu Chenlong said lightly, his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary little thing.

"Chenlong," Nalan Zhenbang couldn't believe his ears. Lu Chenlong was once a powerful man and hated evil. He originally thought that his appearance indicated a bloody storm, but he never expected that he would let go easily.

"Isn't this good?" Lu Chenlong asked.

"Of course, I'm happy that you can think of this." Although Nalan Zhenbang was shocked, he really didn't want Lu Chenlong to continue to fight. "The past has passed, and the living people have to continue to live. I was just a little surprised."

Lu Chenlong smiled, "Time flies for decades, and you and I are already sixty-six-year-olds. Thinking about it now, the arrogance and courage of the past are just a mixture of childishness and selfishness."

Nalan Zhenbang sighed and felt something deeply. He didn't feel it when he was young, but only felt guilty about his son when he got old. If he hadn't been able to let go of it over the years, if he hadn't been focusing on Nalan Zijian's layout, even if he had spent so much effort on Nalan Ziran, he would not have ended up like this.

"Actually, letting go is another kind of courage?" Nalan Zhenbang smiled bitterly.

"just

Passing by, I didn't want to disturb you." Lu Chenlong stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll come to you for tea after I've finished some things."

"Chenlong"! Nalan Zhenbang stood up with a faint worry on his face, "Is it about the mountain people"?

"I never dreamed that he could grow to this point." Lu Chenlong's face was filled with a hint of pride, but there was no sign of joy, but instead he was filled with sadness.

"He is a good boy, you have always been the hero in his mind."

"When you die, you may not be alive." Lu Chenlong smiled mockingly, turned around and walked towards the door.

Looking at Lu Chenlong's tall back, Nalan Zhenbang felt inexplicably complicated.

"She is buried in Dalong Mountain." Nalan Zhenbang said to his back, "I go every year, you should go see her."

"Thank you." Lu Chenlong paused for a moment and walked out.

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In the late autumn rainy night, I kept knocking on the windows, and the light sound was like a song or a talk, and it was mixed, making people feel inexplicably melancholy.

In a war, the most painful thing is not the sword and gun, but the confusion and entanglement in my heart when I pick up the sword and gun to aim at the target.

Except for a very few people who are born into murder, no one can have no ripples in their hearts when they kill.

Without going through the tempering of blood and fire, no one can be born to carry the entire mountain.

Generation after generation, there is always someone to take over the country established by our ancestors.

This was his childhood dream. For this dream, he made too much effort. In a wealthy family like the Tian family, he did not spend money like other brothers and sisters in the family, and did not use the power of the Tian family to enjoy any privileges, study hard, practice martial arts hard, and strive to become a man who meets the standards of the Tian family's heirs. He never slacked off or indulged in a moment.

Thirty years of hardships have been going on, and I thought it was enough to take on a great responsibility, but in the face of great events, he realized that it was still so difficult.

Who can be ruthless without plants? He doesn't want to become a cold and heartless person without any feelings.

He didn't understand why taking on a great responsibility had to become ruthless and unrighteous.

He kept trying to find an example to refute, but he never found it.

This is true for the Wu family and the Lu family. They are all proving one sentence, "The more ruthless the heart is, the more stable the stand."

And that puppet who worshipped when he was a child

What he can prove is exactly what he doesn't want to be proven the most.

Because he was defeated, lost his family business and his wife, and he could not even meet his own son.

Autumn rain disturbs dreams and makes it difficult to fall asleep.

Recently, he has become increasingly uneasy.

I stood up and stood in front of the window, pulled open the thick curtains, and it was pitch black outside.

Suddenly, my heart trembled, and an inexplicable palpitations rose from my heart.

Tian Heng's expression narrowed, his eyes widened and he looked at him. He walked past the high wall of the villa and saw a tall human-shaped black shadow.

A lightning bolt was vertically thundering from the nine heavens, and a shining white light shone in the sky. He finally saw the figure clearly.

The tall body was wrapped in a black raincoat. Although it was far away, it was still intimidating.

It was him, this feeling was so familiar.

Tian Heng felt agitation in his heart, and then another nervousness. He knew he would come, and he finally came.

There were rustling sounds, footsteps, firearms, and subtle and inaudible missed life in the yard.

"Please come out and see you"!

A powerful and high-pitched voice came into the villa and into Tian Heng's ears.

Before I could change my clothes, I rushed out of the bedroom, and the hall was brightly lit.

The dark people stood around the hall, all of them looked nervous.

In the center of the hall was the ancestor of the Tian family who had not met for several months. He had white beards and eyebrows, and was covered with bright blood-red cassocks. Sitting next to him was the grandfather who looked older than his ancestors and Tian Yue who frowned slightly.

Tian Heng walked down the stairs and breathed a little heavy.

In the villa behind the villa, in the small attic, the candlelight like beans jumped.

The thumb of the Buddhist beads pinched the second joint of the index finger, and the nails fell into the flesh, and a touch of bright red flowed out.

After twenty-seven years of the ancient Buddha of Qinglan, this familiar voice has always been the clutches that lingered in her heart.

Miaoxiang opened his eyes and folded his hands together, and his face was filled with tears.

"I Buddha is merciful"!
Chapter completed!