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Alone in a lonely island to guard a lonely grave for a year.

She really wasn't used to it.

One person to eat, one person to train, and one person to sleep.

He placed a pair of chopsticks on the table as if he was still there.

It was as if he was still teaching her when she was training.

When he slept, he felt a lack of calm and powerful breathing.

He would often go to the place where his master cultivated, to see the morning sun and the setting sun. More importantly, it felt like his master was here. He was also looking at the setting sun, which was warm and bustling all over his body.

But every time he went to that grave, he would silently cry.

In the future, he would be alone, and his master would be dead.

No one knows, no one cares what you feel, the whole world will never find him again.

But in his whole world he was a trace of his existence.

He thought back to what his master had said, "Cheng'er, don't be sad. Everyone has died since ancient times. Your master already feels that it's enough …" Tears continued to flow. That's right, your master thought it was enough. However, I don't think it was enough time for us to get along.

For a moment, a little lost, people live for what exactly?

It was as if he had lost everything within the vast starry sky. Why have I come here, lost in my heart, to find my own relief? Where should I go? I should do something.

After an unknown period of time.

Finally one day, the bright moon shined its silver radiance on the stone as if it had thought things through.

He mocked himself. When a person had already lost, the only thing they could do was to make themselves not forget.

I've heard that every single person who has passed away will turn into a star in the sky. My dearest one, which one would you be? Are you still looking at me?

It was also said that as long as there is one person in the world who remembers you, that person's life will not end. He will live in the hearts of those who remember him, and my heart will live in yours.

It's just that I can't see him, but that doesn't mean I miss him.

One year after his master's death, another year, on the second of the second month.

Cardinal started packing up his luggage, carrying a heart full of indignation, a heart full of sadness, and a heart full of passion.

Farewell, my master.

Farewell, my island.

I'm here, my Jianghu.

I'm here, a blood feud.

I'm here, Sword God of Mount Kunlun.

At the time of his master's death, he had already decided that even if the eight great sects were not all to be exterminated, the Sword Gods of Mount Kunlun must die.

Yan Qiandu laughed self-deprecatingly when he arrived here once again. "Old sir, I haven't had any tears since I was fourteen years old."

However, he did not know how many tears he had shed when he was sad.

A man does not shed tears easily, but it is not to the point of sadness.

He also did not meet that old man. If he did, he would apologize to him properly.

He didn't know where he was going, but he had only gone out once.

It turned out that letting him travel once was also his own plan. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to adapt to this lifestyle and had prepared the ground for him. That mission had been treated as a form of practice in his eyes.

Cardinal still chose to enter the Shun Jin Prefecture.

Perhaps this is human nature, when faced with new things, always choose to be familiar with it.

In the face of the vast martial arts world, this was the place where he himself had been before.

Jiangnan had the Three Palaces, Shunjin, Lingzhou, and Jin Ming. The Three Palaces were known for being the wealthiest, the most convenient, and the ones with the most official connections.

And there was an endless stream of people, all different kinds, and rich enough.

Cardinal decided to come here to collect information before going to the eight great sects to seek revenge.

It would be best if he could find the sect's address. If he could get an extra map of the sect, even if it was a dragon's lagoon or tiger's lair, he would still dare to go through it. However, he knew that he couldn't be reckless. He had to take things step by step, step by step. He couldn't eat a fat person in a single bite, but he always wanted to choke to death from eating a fat person in one bite.

He had gone to the city of Shunjin, and was worthy of being one of the three great prefectures of Jiangnan.

Even if it wasn't the market time, there would still be many people coming and going, not to mention that on the day when the dragon was raised and the market time was also the day when the market time was extremely packed. Some of them were hawking for a few coins just to earn a little bit of money.

Amongst the bustling crowd, everyone was using their own way to survive because they could buy more things if they saved a little bit more, and they could do more things if they earned a little bit more.

The world is over, the world is over.

Cardinal was in a daze in the market when he saw a bun house, completely ignoring Steamed Bun. This name is very interesting, don't, don't, does that person know how to talk?

"Boss, how much are you selling the steamed buns?" "Two taels of silver for three, and one tael for each." "Boss, why are you calling Steamed Bun 'ignoring Steamed Bun'?" En. Little brother, I'll tell you the truth. This Steamed Bun doesn't know much about Steamed Bun and he doesn't have any stories.

"..." He had three buns in his hands.

"..." Boss, a good name. "Good name."

"Heh, little brother, this bun must not be low in money. Two and three gold coins, the lowest price in the entire city."

Huai Cheng rolled his eyes. Will I be short on money?

Wherever I went after that, I ate my steamed bun with my head down and my mind elsewhere.

"Guest, Great Blessed Gate Restaurant, Blessed Gate Inn. It is the most famous inn in all of the Jin Mansion, it can provide lodging, but it can also provide food. The wine and wine here are all of high class, century-old cellars, with a fair price and perfect decency."

"Hey, Zhang Xiao'er, you've gotten another customer? Aren't you afraid that the people from the other restaurants will say that you have done things against the rules? " One of the ruffians laughed and said.

The waiter's body trembled slightly.

"Don't worry about it, I'm only trying to earn a few coins. Has anyone ever said that I can't recruit guests for restaurants?"

That scoundrel frowned and said: "Sure, I won't care, but won't others care?"

The waiter no longer answered.

He pulled Cardinal Zhu Cheng into the restaurant and said, "Esteemed guest, this way please."

Looking carefully, "Ah, so it's you! Young master, do you still remember me? I'm a waiter from the Shunjin Estate. We've met before. "

"You recognize me?" Cardinal asked in surprise.

The waiter laughed, "Sir, you gave me a tael of silver last time."

Cardinal Cheng came to a realization. So this was the case.

The waiter laughed, "It doesn't matter whether the guests remember or not. In fact, very few people can remember a small figure like us, so there's no need to worry about it. In fact, we are already used to it.

As he spoke, he swiftly cleaned up the table.

He then shouted towards the counter, "The customer is here again. He's a regular customer again, please welcome him well."

Afterwards, the people at the counter and the waiter looked at each other, not saying a word.

When the waiter called out these words, it meant that the guests at the table should be given some preferential treatment. This could also be considered as a method of the inn's business; if one continued to recruit guests, the regular customers would return. The more customers returned, the better the restaurant's business would become.

The waiter brought a pot of tea, "This pot of tea was given by the shop, please take a seat. If you want to stay here, you can go to the counter and call for me, if you want to eat anything, just call for me, if you don't want to eat anything, I'll let you have some wine to quench your thirst, if there's anything you need to tell me."

As the waiter went out, his heart was filled with gloom.

He secretly sighed, then took a deep breath and continued to entertain customers in front of the store.

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