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"Father, it's getting late."

Bai Yutang's thoughts were interrupted by his son's voice. As he came back to his senses, he looked at the abandoned courtyard and muttered, "Zhen'er, don't you feel that this place is abnormally clean?"

Bai Zhu was slightly startled, then nodded: "With the protection of Big Brother Wen, the Broken Feather Sect has been able to maintain its original appearance for the past few years. In such a large area, even after a huge fire, there were still many old things left to remember. There were dozens of rooms, large and small. When he pushed open any one of them, not even a speck of dust fell. Even the tables and chairs had been wiped clean. "It seems like someone has been here for the past few days."

"In a few days, it will be the day of the feather remnants..." Are they the only ones who will come? "

Bai Zhen pondered for a moment. "Father is talking about Big Brother Wen and Big Brother Xia?"

"I originally thought Huan'er was cold and detached, even though she valued relationships greatly. It can be said that she has done her best to pay respects year after year." He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "But there should be no one else besides you."

Bai Ju said, "Brother Xia has inconvenience, and has the heart but not the strength. If we're talking about gratitude towards Martial Uncle Xia, then he should be no weaker than Brother Wen. "

"Xia Ming has an extremely good nature and has always been respectful to his elders. But his heart is dead. "

After a moment of silence, Bai Zhen suddenly said, "I admire you, Big Brother Wen."

Bai Yutang glanced at his son and asked with a faint smile, "What do you admire about him?"

Bai Zhen shook his head. "Even my son is unable to say what he is admiring of Big Brother Wen. I can't see through Big Brother Wen at all. But I really admire him and Father for looking at how, no matter what they met, they would grit their teeth and live on, living to avenge those who perished in vain. "

It was unknown what he was thinking. After a moment, he glanced at Bai Yan Tang with a smile, "You don't need to pull me along, I'm not worthy of your admiration."

"No one wants their loved ones to do anything for others, right?" After Bai Zhen finished speaking, he gave a self-deprecating smile and added, "Although he's very selfish."

"Who will be more fortunate to his family than me and him?"

A trace of pain appeared in the depths of Bai Zhen's eyes. "I'm very glad that my father was a bit less decisive than Big Brother Wen."

Bai Yutang gazed at the house that still had traces of burning on it, his eyes darkening. "If it weren't for his decisiveness, I wouldn't have been able to give everything to him in peace." He turned his head to look at his son. "You …"

Bai Zhen understood his meaning. "I can't become someone like Big Brother Wen. I'm afraid of becoming someone like him."

He paused, with a bitter smile: "To live for the sake of hatred, to live for the sake of others, to live for the sake of living … At the cost of everything. If the Undead Jiuquan knew, would he really be happy? "

"At the very least, I won't be happy. I won't be patient."

"I will do my best to become strong, and I will do my best to help Brother Wen." Bai Zhen lowered his head to look at his palm and slowly clenched his fist. "I only hope that in many years, I won't become someone I don't wish to become."

Bai Yutang's son's expression was deeply ingrained in his heart. After that, he restrained his emotions and smiled indifferently, "How life is, it is never up to you. I also hope that in the future, no matter what happens, you will always keep your original intentions and follow your heart. "

Bai Zhen couldn't help but laugh. "Even though I know it's impossible, I still have to thank father for his blessings."

Bai Yutang looked at him deeply, "There is no absolute in this matter. We shall leave it to fate."

Bai Zhen was about to reply when his gaze swept past his father's shoulder. He was slightly startled before bowing with his head.

Bai Yutang turned around and laughed in surprise, "Stardust, why have you come as well?"

Ran Xingchen returned the greeting first, then he bowed deeply to Bai Chao and Uncle Bai, "Brother Zhao, Uncle Bai." After bowing, he answered with a smile, "It's rare to see that the Light Wind Palace is free. I thought I hadn't come here for two or three years, so I took a detour of two or three days."

"It's rare to see such a lively year."

Ran Xingchen said, "Speaking of which, I'm ashamed. When Father was still here, I would accompany Father to pay respects every year. This is the first time this year that my father has been there. "

It was unknown whether it was because Bai Yutang had heard him mention the Ran Tong Pavilion or because he had thought of something else, but he casually asked, "Then what about the Tang Sect? The distance between Shu and Shu is quite far, I don't think it would be possible for them to go there year after year. "

Ran Xingchen thought for a moment, "I don't remember it clearly when I was young. At that time, Martial Uncle Tang was still alive, so he probably didn't go every year. However, since ten years ago, he would go with his father every year. In the last three years, the young prince has invited me to go with him twice, and Brother Wen has also invited me to go with him once … "

"They took great pains to keep an eye on it."

Ran Xingchen said, "Tang Xiao is a fool and Martial Uncle Tang's friendship is deep, but it's inconvenient for me to see it myself." The young prince had revered Martial Uncle Tang for a long time, and he had gone with his father several times in the past. If I hadn't fallen ill last year, perhaps I would have been invited to join them. And Brother Wen … Although he did not travel with us, he did meet us a few times. "

Bai Yan Tang couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head, "There aren't many people who are concerned with the Undead at this point. It's rare to see someone like them."

"Actually, I don't really understand why the young prince works so hard." When Ran Xingchen saw the two of them looking at him, he realized he had misspoken and quickly explained, "Actually, to pay a yearly tribute is only to prevent the dead from being too lonely. It is to remind yourself not to forget this grudge. "How far away is Shu from his family? His body has always been weak, so why would he need to go back every year?"

After a moment of thought, he guessed, "Perhaps it's because we're both mechanical masters, so we appreciate each other a little. The only ones he admired were Huai Jin and Tang Wu — he had been in the Puppet Palace for many years and would go there several times a year. Comparatively speaking, it is normal for you to occasionally go to the Tang Sect. "

Ran Xingchen sighed, "I remember that the young prince originally liked to play around, stopping and walking along the road to admire the scenery. I'm afraid from now on, even this little bit of leisure will be gone. "

Bai Ju was startled, "Brother Ran, why do you say that?"

Even Ran Xingchen was startled. Seeing that Bai Yutang was shaking his head, he said, "The martial arts world is chaotic and the imperial court is in turmoil. I'm afraid no matter how calm someone is, they will not be able to control themselves."

It was unknown whether it was because he was sighing for the person he was speaking of, or because he was thinking of another person, but Bai Zhen's gaze darkened slightly. You can't escape? "

Ran Xingchen fell silent. "I feel that all the people I know are involved, and I am able to stay out of this as if I were an outsider... I wanted to help, but I had no way to do so. "

"This is the peace your father gave with his life." "He hopes that you will never walk the same path as we did. He hopes that you will live a carefree and carefree life."

Ran Xingchen became absent-minded for a moment. "My father …" In his memory, there seemed to be something more, but he finally missed it, "The hatred of killing my father cannot be avenged, but it cannot be avenged. Before my father left, he left me a letter, telling me to forget this grudge, or else he would never be at ease again. As the son of man, how can I forget it? "

Bai Zhen glanced at his father and couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "As a father, I naturally hope that my children won't be blinded by enmity. As a son, how could he be at ease? No one can escape from a father's debt. "

How could he not understand the bitterness in their hearts? However, all he could do was to shake his head and laugh, "Why are you lying to yourself when you know you can't escape? It's not that we don't want you to take revenge, but that we can't. "

The two of them were slightly startled. After they looked at each other, they understood and did not say anything.

"In this world, everything is either black or white. They are all mixed together and intertwined with each other. However, hatred existed, and all of those things, which could only be described as black and white. No matter what you choose, it's all a mistake. "

"There is always a difference of severity between wrong and wrong," Baixu said.

Bai Yutang looked at his son and smiled, "Using a battle of revenge that is destined to fail in exchange for a self-deception that would bring some justice to the dead, which would be the most important?"

Bai Zhen was speechless.

However, right after pondering over it, Ran Star Dust said, "If you are destined to fail in your revenge, the consequences of your failure will be too heavy for you to bear. I have never thought about what my father said, but I am truly unwilling to do nothing for the sake of a danger that I do not know about. "

"If you want to know, someone will tell you in the future."

"But why is big brother Wen still taking revenge?" Bai Zhen had a rare stubbornness, and as he looked at the brick house in front of him, he could clearly see just how much hatred and obsession the person who had wandered about in this place time and time again harbored in his heart.

That person could even give up his own life, the warmth of being reunited with his family, and give up for the Crippling Feather Sect … His pride and dignity had given up everything he had been struggling to hold on to.

Wasn't it because of the word "hatred"?

A hint of a smile appeared in Bai Yan Tang's eyes, "He once did it for revenge, but now he isn't. If you're curious, you should be seeing him in a few days, so you can ask him. I don't think he would have known better than to answer. "

— —

"Cough, cough, cough …"

The candlelight flickered with the sound of coughing, returning to normal. The handkerchief covering his lips was casually thrown onto the table by its owner, which was stained with a few strands of blood.

Next to the handkerchief, there was a cloth bag. On the cloth bag, there were several silver needles that were stained with blood. There were nearly twenty of them.

The candlelight illuminated the blood-soaked face, making the room even stranger.

"I said, if you cough up like this, you won't die, right?"

The person in front of the table had calmed down and was about to pour some tea when he heard the window suddenly open and quickly fall. Another person in the room mocked him.

"Not bad." Wen Wan's movements didn't stop. He poured some hot water into his mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp. After drinking it all up, he slowly replied, "There are so many things I need to do. Will I be willing to die so easily?"

Nancheng looked at the bloodstained cloth on the ground, and then looked at Wen Wan's wide opened sleeves. "It doesn't look like much. Is it an internal injury?"

Wen Wan lowered his head and looked at the simple bandage on his shoulder and chest. "After all, there is a box of precious medicine in front of you. If you don't see it after a few days, doesn't that mean you have the title of Xiao Shi Martial Uncle's Divine Doctor?"

South City folded his arms and leaned against the wall, "Is it because Young Master Wen is rich, or is Valley Master Xiao ungrateful — why are there so many boxes of Golden Sore Medicine and you want them?"

Wen Wan glanced at him coolly. "I took too much at one time. I feel uneasy."

Nancheng tilted her head to look at his face, then looked at the cloth sack on the table. "Are you really alright?" Candle Xu knew that Wu Gou currently relied entirely on you for survival. Killing you alone would be the end of Wu Gou's road to survival. If that martial uncle of yours really sold you off, then even if he had to send twice as many men, he still had to ensure that there were no mishaps. We, Wu Gou, only have 40 people including me this time. "After a few days, the number of people that can be transferred from the Division rudder to another twenty to thirty is already the highest. As for Candle, she's …

"Shut up." Wen Wan put down his tea cup, draped a long robe over his shoulders, and sat down against the wall. He put his tired hand on his brow, "I said I will win, so I won't lose." I have more than one Wu Gou on my shoulder, so I care more about my life than you do. "

Southern City looked at him in silence for a while. "For the past few days, I have followed you to the Crippling Feather Sect. I watched as you cleaned up those cold things and knelt in front of the stone steps for one or two hours. What's the point of doing this except tormenting yourself? "

Wen Wan wasn't surprised, he slowly rubbed his aching forehead and said: "I need to calm down." He raised his head and looked at the slightly startled Southern City. He then explained, "Kneel there and think about the past thirty years, what can you bear, what can you endure, and what is not done yet. I can still do much less than I want to do. "

Southern City felt a sharp pain in their hearts, but they couldn't say anything when the words reached their mouths.

Wen Wan closed his eyes, and leaned his head slightly against the wall. There was no sign of exhaustion or loss in his calm voice, "If you don't want to go, you have a bed to your left. If you want to go, please go ahead. I'll sleep for a while. "

Nancheng asked, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

Nancheng frowned. "You're tired."

Wen Wan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then closed his eyes again. "No, I'm just tired."

Nan City snorted coldly, and said with a slightly unfriendly tone: "So what if you say you're tired?"

Wen Wan closed his eyes and waved his hand, showing his impatience. This time, he didn't even bother to speak.

Nancheng shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, then I'll come back tomorrow." He raised his hand to push the window open and jumped down. Come without a shadow, go without a trace.