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"Can you bear it?" "I'm fine," Xiao Zhiyu hurriedly said. The small voice was particularly clear in the quiet valley, but it was somewhat distorted.

Xiao Zhiyu took a few steps forward, but stopped in his tracks, "So what if I can't bear to? You didn't mind coming a thousand miles, surely it wasn't to hear me say something that you're unwilling to part with? "

"Perhaps it's to find a reason that's easier to convince yourself."

Xiao Zhi laughed lightly, but did not continue, "Brother Bai, what do you think of Wen Wan?"

Bai Yutang was slightly startled. "How about it? Are you referring to your mental ability? "

Xiao Zhiyu slightly shook his head: "In terms of mental ability, there are few who are a match for him. It's just that his nature is to raise wolves that aren't familiar with each other. "

"This shouldn't be the first time I've heard such an evaluation."

Indeed not." A trace of a smile flashed through Xiao Zhiyu's eyes, but there was a trace of helplessness in his expression, "But he is different from Qing Yan. Qing Yi was originally a well-behaved and docile sheep. She was the kind of sheep that was raised without ambition and would not harm anyone. Although he had become a wolf, he still wanted to be a sheep. Wen Wan is a natural wolf, cold-blooded, murderous and decisive. He pretends to be a lamb just to hide his claws and fangs and give himself a chance to catch his breath.

"But they are not bad by nature. I do not want them to suffer any more from my fault."

Xiao Zhiyu turned around to face him, his eyes extremely pale. "Brother Bai watched as they grew up, I understand your need for protection. But you can't protect them. "

Bai Yan Tang pursed his lips, then said slowly, "You know, Hao cannot leave Crown Prince Qi."

Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly startled. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Actually, the choice to hide it from others was Brother Bai's decision, right?"

Bai Yan Tang nodded his head and said, "I was also very surprised that Wei'er would say that."

Xiao Zhiyu smiled helplessly: "I can tell that he cares about you a lot."

"Probably. But I'd rather he cared less so that he wouldn't be involved in the same danger as me."

"Actually, I was surprised that you would choose this method. I had thought that with Brother Bai's temperament, you would choose to tell me everything truthfully. " Xiao Zhiyu shifted his gaze away and slowly walked to the side. He looked at the tender branches of the tree — the willow tree that emitted green light in the early winter.

"Do you think I made the wrong choice?"

Xiao Zhiyu shook his head, "I was just surprised, but I didn't mean it any other way." His white back was slightly thin. As a genius doctor, Xiao Zhiyu, I do not have a healthy body. Although he was not seriously ill, he was still suffering from minor ailments. He looked weak and frail all year round.

His nature was not cold, it was just that he was used to living a person's life, his speech and expression would inadvertently reveal a bit of estrangement. The cool voice was not cold, and the politeness in it made people not dare to approach it. Even those old friends who had known each other for many years were the same.

"Am I asking for too much?"

Xiao Zhiyu looked at him from the side with a calm expression on his face, "Brother Bai, I just care too much about old friends."

"But the result of holding every chess piece too tightly will be a complete loss."

"Then choose the chess piece you want to preserve." Xiao Zhiyu's expression was a little casual, but his tone was not perfunctory.

He bent down to pick up a few stones and asked, "Then is there an abandoned child in Zhiyu's heart?"

Xiao Zhiyu's gaze shifted slightly, and a moment later, he extended his hand to grab the stone from his palm. "Although I am unable to hold onto the stone for Brother Bai, I do have a few chess pieces that I would like to ask Brother Bai to take a look."

Bai Yan Tang raised his hand and made a "please" gesture. "Please say your piece."

Xiao Zhiyu picked up a stone from his palm and said, "Regardless of whether it is the new emperor or the old master, you can kill this official and not touch the Qi King. Killing his son was not enough to move his heart. Slaughtering his manor would be the opposite. "

The change in Bai Yan Tang's expression became clearer.

Now that Zhao Qingyan was dead, the outcome had been settled. The Qi King could do nothing about it. As an official, he would not have the heart to rebel.

With the death of the Qi King, Zhao Qingyan would definitely die. Thus, before the outcome was decided, the Qi King would definitely rebel. With the power and influence of the Qi King, there was no way he could win against him. Even an emperor wouldn't dare to harm him in the slightest.

Xiao Zhiyu picked up the second stone, "The wishes of the living can be refuted, but the will of the dead cannot be denied. The Marquis of the Trojan can protect the remains of the feather while Brother Ran can protect the Light Wind Palace. There are no worries in these two places. "

Bai Yutang frowned slightly, "We can ensure the safety of one person, but not our entire family."

Xiao Zhiyu slightly smiled: "The Qingfeng Palace is under Sect Master Zhuo's care, and the Wen Family is under my care. The favor of living and teaching, will the Qi King Manor not care about it? "

The white-haired man was speechless.

Xiao Zhiyu stared at the stone on his finger for a long time before picking up another one. "After the calamity, the bloodlines of the various sects and clans have long since wilted, and there aren't many disciples left. As for the juniors that we are worried about, they have become close friends with Qing Yan. If the imperial government wanted them to leave no one alive, they would force Qing Yan onto a path of death. In order to protect one's best friend and confidant, she dared to sacrifice her life. In order to protect the official's life, the imperial government had no choice but to withdraw. "

He was silent for a long time before he solemnly said, "I've learnt my lesson."

"Brother Bai …" Xiao Zhiyu hesitated for a moment before he asked, "Have you really decided?"

"Just as you said, the will of the dead cannot be denied. "What I can do is not to protect as many people as I can while I'm alive, but to exchange my life for how many people are unharmed."

Xiao Zhiqiang said, "You're betting …"

"I'm betting on these two wolves. I wonder if they still have good intentions in their hearts. Just what step will they take for my life?"

Xiao Zhiyu at first silently agreed, but then quickly shook his head, "No, what you're betting on is whether or not the two wolves that should be killing each other are willing to fight side by side because of you."

"Wolves are the kind of animals that can smell the smell that is most beneficial to them. For the sake of becoming friends with our enemies, they have made up their minds much more easily than you and me. "

Hearing his laughter, Xiao Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh, "Perhaps so."

The smile on his face didn't waver as he looked up at the sky. "When gambling with one's life, one has to have more confidence in oneself."

Her white clothes fluttered in the wind, very much like when they first met. The same white robe, when worn on different people, was a completely different scene.

The Ran Tong Pavilion loved white clothes, Bai Yutang loved white clothes, Mo Huaijin loved white clothes, and Xiao Zhiyu also loved white clothes.

However, the Ran Tong Pavilion had always been gentle and reserved, like a snow lotus that did not stain the mortal world, nor did it contain any fire energy.

However, he was always free and at ease, like a white cloud that was unrestrained and left no traces.

However, Mo Huaijin never stopped writing and writing. White paper with no knowledge of the world.

As for him, he was tired of the world and didn't like conflict. He was cold and distant, just a clump of snow in the corner of the valley.

Xiao Zhiyu had never seen Mo Huaijin before, but from the descriptions of the people around him, he could clearly remember the elegance and elegance of the person he had never met before.

If the white robe was stained with blood and fell to the ground, what would the scenery be like?

Xiao Zhiyu couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only shake his head, "I don't understand. How did all of you manage to be so carefree and still be able to die so calmly?"

"Us?" In a brief moment of surprise, Bai Yutang had already understood the person that was being spoken of. He laughed lightly with a sigh, "Because of the scenery we didn't have time to see when we were alive, someone must have finished it for us after we died. "That's enough."

Xiao Zhiyu looked at the stone in his hand and muttered to himself, "The sins of the previous generation, for their children to return it, it really is … This is unfair. "

"Actually, I am very glad that Father did not have to abandon his dreams like I did. He gave up on his own perseverance for more than ten years, and did not have to abandon his wife and children …" Zhen`er did not need to taste the pain of being a father, but he did not do his duty as a father and failed to protect his wife and children. In the end, fate was hard to defy. However, letting me endure the most difficult ordeal might also be a form of luck. "

Xiao Zhiyu looked at him, then asked, "Did you see the same thing on Wen Wan?"

"With the exception of Ming'er, he will be the only one among these apprentice-brothers. All these years, he had been doing his best to do everything his elder brother or even master should do. He knew that he wasn't willing to give up, and he knew that he was worried about someone … He carried the unfulfilled wish of the feather on his back. With his grudges against his teacher and his siblings, how can his suffering be worse than mine? "

Xiao Zhiyu was silent for a long time before he finally spoke, "If my old friend is in trouble in the future, I will do my best to not let him down."

"Thank you very much." Just two simple words were enough.

— —

There was no trace of sunlight or candles in the dark room.

Wen Wan had been standing in this darkness for a long time. His gaze never left the man in front of him. The words he wanted to say had come to an end, what was left was to wait.

A man in white was sitting on his knees in front of a table, surrounded by bamboo slips. On the bamboo slips, there were words carved out with a saber.

The man was kneeling upright, but his long hair that had not been tied up hung down to the ground, spilling out a dark color. He held a knife with his fingertip, its tip resting on a corner of the wooden board in front of him. What was carved on the wooden board was a Eight Trigrams Diagram — It was a diagram that was neither too heavy nor too light.

"Pa!" The soft sound of a knife being placed on a wooden board became the first sound to break the silence. The man who had been silent for a long time was finally willing to speak. "What does Junior Martial Brother want me to do by telling me all this?"

Wen Wan replied, "I don't want Senior Brother to do anything, I just want to know what Senior Brother is willing to do."

"You should know that for me there is no such thing as unwillingness or unwillingness. As long as you need it, I'm willing. " The man's voice was very light, very gentle, yet somewhat hollow, as if he had lost his soul.

Wen Wan slightly frowned, but his tone of voice didn't reveal any dissatisfaction. He was still calm and indifferent as before: "Master Hou is also your master, do you not care about his death?"

The man slightly shook his head, "I just don't know what I can do."

Wen Wan was silent for a moment. "Senior Brother, you don't need to worry too much about it. Just tell me what you want to do, and I will arrange everything for you."

The man did not speak.

Wen Wan pursed his lips, and sighed softly after a long time: "Then Senior Martial Brother will tell me, for the sake of the Crippling Feather Sect and the Marquis Mansion, are you willing to step out of the Valley of Withered Wood?"

The man turned to look at him. "Must it be me?"

Wen Wan replied, "Other than you, no one else can talk to the young prince about this matter."

"Yes." The man replied, as if he felt that his answer wasn't clear. He then added, "I understand."

Wen Wan took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out. "If Senior Martial Brother finds it difficult, I will think of another way."

The man lowered his head, his fingers caressing the eight trigram diagram as he asked, "Is Qing Han his wife?"

Wen Wan nodded, then realized that he couldn't see his own movements, so he added, "Yes, the young prince has already brought him into the mansion."

After a while, the man said softly, "Since I'm not in a hurry, I'll go when Qing Han gets married to him."

Wen Wan thought for a moment. "That's good."

The man lightly nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I have something to ask senior." Wen Wan walked over to him, sat down at the table, and handed him the bag he was carrying.

The man touched the shape of the bundle and asked, "Did you carve that much again?"

Wen Wan looked somewhat tired. "Not all of them. There are a few scrolls that Wen Ning carved for me when nothing happened."

"Actually." The man slowly withdrew his fingers from his bag. His already gentle voice became even softer. "You don't need to spend time and effort on this …"

Having heard the words many times, Wen Wan ignored the guilt that was mixed within, pretending to be unintentional: "Occasionally, when you have nothing to do, you can also spend some time carving a few poems to calm your heart down."

The man did not speak any further. Withdrawing his hand, he raised his head to look at the person in front of him. "What do you want to ask me?"

Wen Wan saw that the knife that was originally placed in the distance had been moved to the man's side. He straightened his body, took the knife to the side, and sat down again, then said: "I remember that my Senior Brother sent 'Cang Shan' out a few years ago. Where is' Cang Shan 'now?"

The man seemed surprised. "You want to use it?"

Wen Wan didn't answer, and directly said: "I've seen Yan Bugui."

The man stared blankly at him for a moment before asking, "What did he say?"

Wen Wan was silent for a moment, and then he said: "We did not speak privately, we just met each other in a hurry. However, he has seen 'Hengxue'. If he had also discovered 'Cang Shan', it would be hard to guarantee that he would not have the heart to snatch the blade. "

The man fell silent, then sighed. "I left the knife with that child."

Wen Wan slightly narrowed his eyes. "I've also seen Chen Huayi, the sabre is not in his hands."

The man raised a hand to his forehead as his fingers slowly tightened. After a while, he said, "I gave the wrong person."

"Dongfang Bai." Wen Wan suddenly wrinkled his brows, and a trace of cold light appeared in his eyes. "You also left this blade for him?"

The man nodded slightly. "Sorry."

Wen Wan clenched his fists, and after a moment slowly loosened his grip: "Where is he now? I'll go find him. "

The man straightened his body and waved his arm a few times in the air. His fingers grabbed onto Yun Che's shoulder and said, "He's infected with the venom, 'Cang Shan' can suppress the venom in his body. If you take the knife back, he will die. "

Wen Wan felt his palm tremble, but the coldness in his eyes continued to deepen. "Senior Brother, do you know our lives, even the lives of the disciples of the Crippling Feather Sect, are all tied to these two blades? For the sake of a young man who is unrelated to the life of another, you want me to allow 'Cang Shan' to stay in such a dangerous place? "

The man pursed his lips: "As long as' Hanxue 'is in your hands, no one can collect the two blades."

"What if I die?" Wen Wan let out a cold sound, looking at the surprised expression on the man's face, and then said in a softer tone, "If Senior Brother cares about that child, I can protect his life. You must know that if Yan Bugui finds him before me, he will undoubtedly die. "

The man gently loosened his fingers and lowered his gaze, "It's been ten years since we last met. I don't even know if he's alive or dead, so how would I know where he went now?"

Wen Wan wrinkled his brows, "Senior Brother, do you really not have any leads?"

"I placed the knife in the secret passage of that house a few years ago. If he hasn't left yet, he might be there. " After a moment of thought, the man answered.

Wen Wan silently shook his head, and didn't say anything more. He stood up and said: "We will stay here for a few days, I will come over to accompany Senior Brother. The valley master and the White House master were waiting for me outside, and I brought the food in later. Senior Brother, what do you want to eat? "

The man said softly, "As long as it's light. There's nothing special I'd like to eat."

Wen Wan nodded. "Alright, I understand."