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The trees in the wilderness were not thick at all. The winter leaves had long since fallen off, making them seem even more sparse. The two white horses were walking side by side, but they didn't seem crowded.

Dead grass, dead branches, no snow. At this moment, the scene appeared even more lonely.

"Gua — —" From an unknown place came a cry that sounded like a bird but wasn't like a bird. Then, from afar, they seemed to come together in a sparse group. It was just as the sun was about to set, but hearing this sound, he couldn't help but feel strange.

Bai Yutang turned around to look at the bird's silhouette that had suddenly appeared behind him and asked, "What is this?"

"Old crow." Wen Wan pulled the horse a little to the left, avoiding some places for the slightly frightened horse. "There have always been a lot of crows in this place, and they appear in groups. This is exactly the time for them to start moving, so we might encounter even more of them in the future? "

"This is the first time I've seen so many."

Wen Wan couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle doesn't know, not far from there is an unmarked cemetery. With more carrion, there will naturally be more birds. "

"It's fortunate that you've been able to live in this place for such a long time."

Wen Wan said, "Uncle, please don't look down on this place. This place was close to the Valley of Withered Wood. It would only take two days for him to reach it on horseback. Although it is a little far from the humans, it is still a place where ordinary people do not dare to come to.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Bai Yutang couldn't help looking at him and then silently shook his head, "All of you children are born with infuriating haughtiness. Why can't you come and find me? My dear friend has died miserably. Could it be that I will be watching with folded arms because I'm afraid of being implicated? "

"It's not that I'm afraid of implicating uncle, perhaps it's just because I was overly arrogant back then." After a moment, Wen Wan chuckled. "I thought I was very strong. I could avenge Master by relying on my own strength …" but I don't know how naive and laughable I was at that time. "

Only after looking at him for a long time did he shift his gaze away. He said no more, only, "They are of the outer and inner steel. You are the only one who has gone from the inner pride to the outer."

With a smile on his lips, Wen Wan suddenly asked, "In Uncle's opinion, is it pride to rather die than submit, or pride to be able to do something on your own?"

Bai Yutang was slightly startled and understood what he meant. He replied, "I would rather die than submit, that's what you're proud of. Spitting is what you are ruthless at."

"Master told me." Wen Wan twirled the reins around his hand twice, and then slowly tightened them, lowering his eyes to look at the changing color of his palm. "I have the right to be arrogant, but at the same time, I have to be prepared to die on my own pride. I once thought that I was the same as Master, that I would also one day stand up and die from my 'arrogance'. "

Bai Yan Tang noticed the movement of his hand, but didn't stop him. "Xia Chan is like a feather, but you don't seem like one."

How could Wen Wan not understand what he meant? He smiled, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking from his smile, "I, sometimes I am very envious of Master. No matter how his corpse looked like after he died, at least he never lost his dignity while he was still alive. "As for me …"

He smiled coolly as he released the reins. Looking at the scars on his palms, each word was gentle but firm. "Martial Uncle, even if I have to kneel down, I won't teach them anything."

There was no need to talk about who "they" were.

Bai Yan Tang's finger could not help but twitch violently, but his expression was still calm. "Don't forget about him, the one we risked our lives to protect, and you."

Wen Wan smiled again, but he didn't look at Bai Yan Tang. The afterglow of the setting sun hit his face, and it was hard to see his smile: "Xia Chan has never relied on anyone in this martial arts world, and has never been afraid of death. It was just death, what was there to be afraid of? The kindness that I recite has never been the kindness that someone gave me to survive. The grace that I am reciting is the judgement that I am qualified to live in this world, which was told to me when my parents were disgusted by it. "

"I am very clear on the identity of the person my benefactor is willing to protect with his life. I also know that I am one of these people. However, the day that I am unable to achieve my goal is the day that I am the first one willing to give up. " "I have never felt myself to be an abandoned chess piece. I am glad that I did not become one of those people who hate and know nothing, and can only cry in front of the spirit."

"We chose you, not because they are more important to me than you," he told him after a long silence.

"It's because my nature is different. I can ruthlessly suppress the heart that they cannot, and become a person that they should not have."

Wen Wan answered for him, and when he turned his head he saw the pain in his uncle's eyes. He did not apologize, but ended the conversation with silence.

Although his words were hurtful, he was not hurt by them. However, he thought of the people and the things that neither of them could bring up in their hearts.

The Jackdaws wailed and cried.

The white horse was speechless and silent.

Banyan is not a chess player, and Wen Wan is not anyone's chess piece. It's just that in this game they are willing to give up. Whitehead acquiesces to Wenhwang's sacrifice, and Wenhwyn has always watched him die, step by step.

He wished that he could win this battle, and he wished that his deceased son would have no regrets.

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"Not here." Wen Wan finished rummaging through the last available space and brushed the dust off his sleeves.

"I see that no one has lived here in the past two years," he said, shaking his head after Wen Wan had given him a positive answer. Since he's not here, it will be troublesome to look for him. "

"Then let's not look for it anymore. Leave it to Yan Bugui to slowly look for it." Wen Wan looked around, but didn't seem to be very disappointed, "If he comes back, he'll just wait for him. If he doesn't come back, I can guard 'Hengxue' well. "

"If it's a serious match, what are your chances of winning?"

Wen Wan replied, "If I'm in eighty percent condition, then I have a one hundred percent chance of winning."

"What if three or five of his companions are on par with him?"

"I should have a thirty percent chance of escaping unscathed. I have a fifty percent chance of success if I fight my way out."

"What if a group of assassins attack us when all of our masters are here?"

"…"

Wen Wan sighed softly, then replied, "I would never bring snow with me unless it was absolutely necessary."

"Don't be too unconcerned about your own life. Not every time is a narrow escape from death, and not every injury can be healed. "

Without saying anything, Wen Wan turned around and walked out of the courtyard. He casually picked up a three foot long branch and picked it up: "Uncle, time is of the essence, you should go back to the house and take a look at Shang Zhao."

He shook his head, "But I've been away from home for a few months, there's no need to pay me a visit."

"This trip to Bianliang, do not contend for a day." Wen Wan lowered her eyes, the outline of her delicate and pretty face was gentle, and her long eyelashes made the indifference in her eyes seem to sigh. "Martial Uncle is risking his life, don't ask for his life."

A soft and gentle voice broke the calmness of Bai Yutang. After using an extremely long time to restore his former calm, he bitterly smiled and said, "The words that you and I have spoken today, are extremely similar to those of going to your death."

Wen Wan smiled, but didn't continue his sentence, "I have already made arrangements for Wu Gou's side. If uncle is willing, this may be the last time. "

Bai Yutang was surprised for a moment, but he quickly nodded his head, signalling that he knew. "Where's Yuan'er?" Have you thought about it? "

Wen Wan muttered: "Second Brother, he …" Shaking his head, he smiled, "Let's go and see. I still have some energy left over to protect my family."

Bai Yutang looked at him for a moment, then asked, "You're going to never go back, okay?"

"What's good or bad about it? I am a man without a home. "If an old friend wishes for it, the heavens and the earth will be his guests." Wen Wan took off his robe, wrapped it around the branch in his hand, and casually hung it on the saddle. He looked at Bai Yan Tang and said, "Three years later, if uncle and I are safe and sound, I would like to have a marriage with uncle."

"Oh?" "Why did you say 'kiss'?"

Wen Wan smiled and asked, "Now that I said it, does Uncle dare to agree?"

Bai Yan Tang pondered for a moment, then said, "What if something unexpected happens within three years?"

Wen Wan looked at the horizon and let out an extremely faint sigh: "If my uncle were to meet with misfortune first, I would kneel in front of his grave and mourn it for three years. "If I am too proud to die, please tell my father that I will grant my sister-in-law freedom in this life."

Bai Yan Tang couldn't help but be moved. "Why do you need to …"

"I'm just following master's orders." Wen Wan lightly said, his eyes chasing the inaccessible distance, his heart was filled with longing, "My son Yu Zhao has known my uncle for more than ten years, it is proper etiquette to be filial to your uncle."

For a moment, Bai Yutang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You, Can't you just follow every single word that Ruyi Yu has said? Your father is still here, and I am not your blood relative or your teacher.

Wen Wan's lips curved up, it was unknown who he was mocking: "He is not only my son, why should I be filial? He has two sons and two daughters. He has a waist that spans tens of thousands of years. He is sitting peacefully in his house, enjoying a life of wealth and fortune. My world has fallen and I am unable to live a safe life, so how can I compete with him for my life? When my corpse was being fed to the dogs in the wilderness, he should have been hoping that Zi Yu would leave him a grandson to be filial. "

"You! Can you not curse your own life for not being able to open your mouth?"

Wen Wan shrugged. "Summer cicada, summer cicada, day after day. Uncle must be a bug who only has a short lifespan, do you really want to meet Xue Yu Bing? "

"Remember, you're the one who retrieved your life from the snow, not the one who waited for the dead leaves to fall and closed your eyes to die."

"Xia Chan whose life has been retrieved from the blood." Wen Wan repeated his words in a low voice, and suddenly jumped on his horse, "Then I will not mourn for him!"

He pulled on the reins of his horse. "Uncle, why don't you rest here for the night and go home tomorrow? "If it's dark, I won't be careful whose family's bones I stepped on. I'll be leaving in a bit of time." Without waiting for a reply, he turned the horse around and galloped away.

He did not try to stop her, or rather, he did not want to. He silently watched Wen Wan's back disappear into the distance, then let out a long sigh. "How much pain does it have to be to make you so afraid of losing it?"

No matter how much more he hid, it was still Xia Chan's heart that couldn't be changed.