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The autumn wind was blowing and the withered grave was filled with desolation.

The words on the monolith in front of him were somewhat blurry.

Grave, it was no longer a new grave.

The dry grass had been removed from the grave, and there was no dirt on the monuments. Even after more than ten years of hardships, the graves were still neat and tidy.

"The tomb of the thirteenth generation Palace Masters, Mo Huaijin and Mo Lirou."

"The thirteenth generation Blue Dragon Hall Master, Qin Luo's tomb."

His green sleeve only revealed half of his hand. Her jade-white fingers groped the stone tablet word by word, and a cold feeling spread from her fingertips all the way to her heart. The distance between life and death was so cold that it was bone-deep.

A gust of autumn wind blew, causing the green and black sleeves to flutter, bringing forth a lonely color within the tomb.

Perhaps because the autumn wind was too cold, the pale white fingers of his hands curled up, even causing his green sleeves to shrink in fear.

After a long period of silence, they finally said their goodbyes.

"Thirteen years. We have never come back to see you all. Have you all ever hated us for forgetting our grace?" The green-clothed young master spoke slowly. His fingers slid down from the tombstone and hung powerlessly beside him. It was covered up by his wide sleeves, but it couldn't cover up the unforgettable chilliness.

"Thirteen years, hiding your name, lowering your head and kowtowing, have you guys ever hated us for forgetting our identities?"

"Thirteen years. You've abandoned your younger brother's plight without caring about it. Have you all ever hated our heartlessness and cowardice?"

"Thirteen years. I spent thirteen years before I dared to stand in front of you and say, 'We're back.'"

"Uncle, dad, mom, your son is back."

One green and one black, two figures knelt on the ground, facing the two graves that had been blown about by the wind and rain for thirteen years, without a sound, without a trace of joy or sadness, and even with the slightest movement of their clothes, it was difficult to detect.

On the ground were the two youths that had been kneeling for a long time.

Underground, there were three people who either had their heads separated from their bodies or had died on their own.

Thirteen years later, the youth from back then was now a charming and outstanding youth.

Thirteen years, how could a person who died while being young be old?

Thirteen years, as a son, he could not bury his parents, he could not even kneel in front of the grave to guard a day of filial piety for his parents. In these thirteen years, in the past four thousand seven hundred days and nights, when had he not felt guilty at all?

Thirteen years, he had not been able to kowtow towards his parents' graves for even a moment, yet he had to kowtow again and again to others. How could he repay this kind of guilt?

How could he repay them in this life?

After seven hundred days and nights, his tears had dried up. His cries had become hoarse and his blood was already drained. He could only use his tear-less body to kneel down after thirteen years. He could only repeat the words he had said in his dreams one after another to the cold grave. He could only use this trivial act of kneeling to repay everything that he could not.

Every dream replayed all the joys of the past.

Every tear fell into the heart of despair.

Each roar deepened the helplessness and sorrow.

Every time he was covered in wounds, he would struggle with all his might, remembering all the blood debts that he had not repaid.

It was clearly so painful, so hateful, and so unbearable. However, not only was he unable to shed a single tear, his lips couldn't move even a single bit. Even his eyes couldn't reveal a trace of sadness.

The green-robed young master raised his head and looked at the gray sky with his eyes wide open. His Adam's apple moved and he couldn't let out a sob.

The shadow lay prone on the ground, eyes closed in the endless darkness, shoulders twitching, unable to sob.

Never before had he been able to suppress his emotions completely.

He had never seen the past so clearly when he was awake.

He had never been so eager to cry before.

Even though the tombstone was cold and the loess was silent, it still had the warmth of a parent.

I just want to cry. Why is it so hard?

Ah!" "AHH!" AHH!

It wasn't just a voice, but a roar that he couldn't hold in any longer.

His thoughts drifted away, returning to the Puppet Palace from thirteen years ago.

In the pitch-black cave, the woman in the white dress was carrying a young man on her back, holding another boy in her hand. She was running at full speed along countless of forks, not caring about the young man who had already fainted and crashed into the stone wall time and time again, and did not care about the young man who fell down again and again due to insufficient physical strength.

The youth on his back woke up because of the pain again and again. His eyes that had lost their luster opened for a moment before closing again. Perhaps he had fainted once more and was extremely tired.

The young man's wrist had already been scratched by the girl's slender fingers, leaving five purplish marks. His thin clothes were also torn and tattered from falling and crawling on the ground. Fresh blood oozed out from his wounds, staining his white clothes red.

The two teenagers, who were still young, never let out a single groan of pain even though their mother was running in a rough manner that she had never experienced before.

The pursuers had been left far behind by the many forks in the road and the end was right in front of them.

When the cave opened, the woman put down the youth on her back and put him on the horse. She lifted her hand to brush her hair before turning around and urging, "Alright, Xiu'er, get on the horse and leave quickly." Along the way, her neat bun had also loosened, entwining her jade hairpin. It was scattered on her snow-white dress like a smeared ink. Even when she panicked and lost her usual calm attitude, she did not lose her beauty. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to her former gentleness and gentleness.

"Where's Mother?" Won't Mother come with us? " The youth called Xiu'er was slightly startled and couldn't help but ask.

She stroked her son's hair and gently caressed his ice-cold skin as she tried to picture his facial features. Her gaze was as gentle as water: "No, Mother still needs to go back and find your father. Your father is still waiting for Mother."

Xiu'er raised his hand to grasp his mother's wrist. His voice was low but firm. "No, Father won't be coming back." Mother, please don't go back with us. "

The girl was slightly startled and helplessly smiled. "Silly child, how could mother abandon your father?"

"Will Mother abandon us?"

The moment she blurted out those words, the woman's expression clearly looked like she was about to cry. However, she quickly retracted all of her grief, and continued with a gentle smile: "How could that be? Why would Mother have the heart to abandon you? Mother, you really can't bear to part with me. "

A hopeful glint appeared in Xiu'er's eyes. "Then mother, come with us."

The girl could not hide her trembling, which was transmitted from the boy's fingertips. However, she did not hesitate and answered decisively, "No, I must return to Huaijin's side."

Xiu'er opened and closed his mouth a few times before asking, "Father and I, you wish to choose father?"

Live with us, or die with your father, and you choose the latter?

The woman read out his question from her son's childish face. Closing her eyes tightly, she resisted the tears that were about to fall from her eyes, shook off his hand, and turned around to leave. "Let's go!"

"Mother!" The sound of her knees hitting the ground, as well as the young man's trembling grief, caused the woman's sleeve to be pulled back. "Can you give me a reason?"

The woman looked up, and her words were clear: "A dead man makes a great contract, and his son will talk about it. In the hands of a zealot, they would live with each other until the end of time. Huaijin and I swear to the moon that if we don't die together, we will die together. I couldn't live with him, so I died with him. "

"But that is not father's wish! Father wants you to live a good life! "

With a tearing sound, the woman suddenly turned around. Her beautiful eyes were wide open as she looked at her son who was crying on the ground, and said word by word, "Remember, you are the son of me, Mo Lirou and Mo Huaijin. We can't make you proud of us, but we want you to make us proud of you in the underworld! Our son is not a coward who only knows how to kneel on the ground and cry! If you were like this, even if I were to die, I wouldn't rest in peace! "

Xiu'er was so shocked by his mother's sudden outburst that he forgot to cry.

Mo Lun Rou's lips were like blood as she spat out warnings condensed from blood, "Regardless of whether your surname is Ren or Mo, your body is filled with the blood of the Puppet Palace. You must avenge the Puppet Palace. After today, regardless of whether it is blood or tears, you will swallow them all down your throat. If you want to hate someone, then hate me, the heartless mother. If you want to blame something, blame it on my incompetence as a mother. If you have to blame something, blame it on my ignorance as a mother. "

"It was I who abandoned my own flesh and blood. It was I who faced such a helpless situation. It was I who believed that my husband's death and his flesh and blood were flowing apart."

"So, you must remember that no matter what, you must always be proud of your father. It's all mother's fault. "

"Seeing the blood all over the ground, remember this dead body all over the ground, and never forget it. Live, no matter what you pay, you must live. Then, come back here. Remember, the Puppet Palace can have either the surname Ren or the surname Mo, but definitely not change it to his surname. "

"Xiu'er, take Ying'er with you. The farther the better." No matter where you run, remember that your second brother is the most talented genius in the Puppet Palace. His talent isn't the slightest bit inferior to your father's. Only when he is alive will the Puppet Palace have a chance to rise again. "

It was unknown how much he had heard and how much he had memorized. Xiu'er knelt there, stupefied, as the night breeze dried the tears on his face. Only then did he realize that his mother had already left, leaving behind only the sleeve in his hand and the handkerchief that had fallen to the ground.

There were four words embroidered on the handkerchief: "Holding Jin Huaiyu."

Huaijin, Huaijin...

For the Puppet Palace, he watched his husband walk tearfully towards death.

For the sake of his husband, he left his son to die.

For the future of the Puppet Palace … What was it that he wanted to give up?

What his mother was thinking in her heart. Just how much space did he take up?

Xiu'er stood up and looked at the white horse that carried his second brother and kicked his hoof on the ground. He pursed his lips and said, "Dan Xin, are you thinking about my father?" He touched its forehead and jumped onto the horse's back. He hugged his sleeping little brother in his arms and pulled the cloak for him. Then, he pulled the reins of the horse and shook it vigorously.

Dan Xin, who had always been obedient, hissed and didn't run as usual. It spun in circles, hissing at Puppet Mountain, refusing to take a step despite the rein that Xiu'er repeatedly whipped at it.

"Brother, stop hitting it." Maybe because Dan Xin was too stubborn, her brother said something in a weak voice and pulled on his hand that was waving the horse's reins weakly. He coughed and bent forward, stroking Dan Xin's mane, saying softly, "Please, take us with you." Father can't bear to part with us, he will definitely come looking for us. "

Dan Xin seemed to understand as her hissing slowly stopped. The spinning slowly stopped as well. She raised her head to take one last look at the Puppet Mountain's mountain peak hidden in the clouds. Without needing Xiu'er to drive it away, she turned around and started to run. It was fast, but steady.

"Brother." The frail body in his arms curled up as it moved towards his chest. In the next moment, Xiu'er saw that his younger brother, who could remain calm even in the face of death, was crying …

"If you can't even bear to part with a horse, then why did Mom and Dad abandon us?"

"Brother, brother, brother …"

Xiu'er had already lost his spirit. It was the first time in so many years that he heard his second brother's urgent and sorrowful call, the first time that he felt the meaning of being a brother. It was the first time that he realized that in the future, only his crying brother and his dashing heart remained.

The world was so big, yet what he possessed was so little.

However, even if they had to use their lives, they had to protect them at the very last moment.

"Don't cry, I'm here, and so is my heart."

Xiu'er heard the determination in his voice. He solemnly made a promise that, from the age of thirteen onwards, he would fight to the death to fulfill.

"I'm here, so you don't have to be afraid."

Father is our world within the Puppet Palace.

The sky is falling now, but I want to live, to live with you.

From now on, I will work hard to become a world that can protect you.

To me, you are a being equal to Heaven and Earth.

As long as you are here, I have nothing to fear in this world.

If you are here, I can live.

As long as I am alive, I will never see your death.

How big was the world? The heaven and earth were only between the two youths who were nestling against each other on horseback.

Before his second brother fell asleep in his arms, his lips moved slightly as he spat out a few words that were covered by the wind.

"With brother here, I'm not afraid."

The green-robed young master was startled. He slowly turned around and looked at the shadow's lips that had just closed. His face was filled with astonishment.

Shadow closed his eyes and did not see any change in Young Master Qing Yi. He only said softly, "In my life, I have always been proud of my father and am glad that I have such a mother. As long as my brother is still alive, I have never been afraid. You all still have Big Uncle's regrets, I will finish them all. "

Although the world is big, I can't care about it. Why should the world be afraid?

Although the martial arts world is dangerous, I am not as calm as the martial arts world. What is there to fear from the martial arts world?

The human heart may be evil, but I have never seen it in my eyes.

I only said that I knew nothing, so I was not afraid.

I am the Nameless One.

Qingyi is unparalleled, I am the unparalleled shadow of the world.

The figure in green had never been one that could be ignored while talking and laughing.

Shadow and Qing Yi were also never one that could be ignored.

The silhouette opened his eyes and met the gaze of the green-clothed young master. Both of them understood each other.

Withering Tomb was silent. The autumn wind was cold and merciless. The two of them knelt down without saying a word.