"By the way, why does the corpse that was executed by Yu Wei just now have a fragrance?" Xiao Haochen sniffed the fragrance on his hand and asked in confusion.

"Every life comes to the world and becomes greedy by the dirty currents of the world, fighting with each other in this world, and becoming dirty. But I forgot that the source of life is pure and flawless." Mo Wendong looked up at the sky.

Xiao Haochen nodded, did not respond, but wiped away the fragrance from his hands with a silk squid.

"But there are always so few people, birth is the source, and death is the source, right?" Mo Wendong said suddenly.

"Oh?" Xiao Haochen raised his eyebrows, "I'm very curious. Who can get such praise from the Grand Master?"

"There are many of them, how can you explain it clearly in just a few words?" Mo Wendong walked forward, "You can ask Yan Jiwei to come to my house to see me later, and you can stay with you when the time comes."

"Okay." A trace of incapable sharpness flashed in Xiao Haochen's eyes.

...

The moonlight is dim and the drizzle is sad. It is the best time to enjoy the first plum blossoms in Jinling City. A middle-aged man wearing a golden suit is mooring in Qinhuai with an umbrella, enjoying the bloody plum blossoms along the coast.

At this time, a little girl of five or six years old tiptoed out of the cabin. When she saw the middle-aged man, she ran over excitedly, "I'm caught by Xiaowei, Daddy, you haven't slept."

"Footsteps are gentle, don't wake up your mother." The middle-aged man smiled gently and carried the little girl down to an umbrella. "Wei'er, why haven't you sleep so late?"

"Dad, Xiaowei can't sleep, tell Xiaowei a story." The little girl pouted and said coquettishly at the middle-aged man.

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man smiled helplessly and hugged the little girl tighter.

The sound of frogs and insects came one after another, awakening the plum blossoms on the shore.

The middle-aged man told the story in this hazy area.

A long time ago, the plum blossoms in Jinling were the color of Xiangfei.

Until more than 90 years ago, a plum blossom formed by blood bloomed from Jinling and spread to the entire Liangyang land.

It opened in a fire, in front of the city gate filled with swords, guns, swords and halberds, and in the Qinhuai River stained by the twilight and covered with blood.

That year, almost no one could have thought that under such a strong enemy, the aristocratic family that was not famous in Jiangnan, and the young master in Jinyi, who was not famous, led the army to Jinling City before the Jinwu Mansion, and attracted plum blossoms with three swords.

Even from a standpoint, they are enemies.

But his fearless integrity made the army awe-inspiring. That sadness was like the sad song played by the beautiful Vermilion Bird Fairy climbing up to a high building in the city. It broke the sound of geese in the sky and broke the long-awaited river surface of Qinhuai. Even Emperor Mingyun, who was scared to be curled up in the boudoir of Vermilion Bird Fairy, regardless of the obstruction of the surrounding civil officials, opened the window to see the plum blossoms flying out of the city.

The plum blossoms fell outside the city gate, and a few petals scattered on the sword. They also created the next two beautiful and desolate sword techniques, which can be traced back to the ages.

But the young master was still missing the last sword. With this sword, he would kill the leader of the martial arts world, and he could repel the army and bless Liang Yang Anning.

This sword requires a complete plum blossom.

Because only intact plum blossoms can float.

But among the millions of plum blossoms, there was only one that needed to float at the end. The young master in golden clothes just used his tide sword energy to activate the plum blossoms all over the city. The plum blossoms all over the city had already been beaten into pieces and were fragmented. How could he say that there was nothing wrong with it?

But at this moment, the young master in golden clothes chose to lift his sword and stab him.

Blood surging out of the wound, slowly condensed in the air, forming a charming plum blossom.

He used blood to collect flowers, just for this last sword.

The leader of the martial arts world died under this sword.

Just like the name of the sword just now, the plum blossoms formed by blood were scattered into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance was as fragrant as before.

At this time, people suddenly understood why the singing on the tall building was so sad and lonely.

"The story that follows is what the world knows. Since then, the plum blossoms in Jinling have turned blood red."

"With blood, that young man should be in pain." The little girl looked panicked, "I don't like the story my father told."

"Don't like it?" the man in golden clothes said in confusion.

"I don't like it very much." The little girl's head shook into a rattle.

"That's right." The man in golden clothes looked at the river. "Children as old as you usually yearn for those beautiful stories. I was the same when I was as old as you. Unfortunately, you are a little different from others, so you must know this story."

"What's the difference?"

"Because you are the descendant of this young master in golden clothes." The man smiled slightly, "I forgot to say that this young master is named Yan Ruyu. He left a precious wealth for our Yan family, which is the integrity of the frost and snow."

"He is the same as me, and his surname is Yan." The little girl clapped her hands and smiled.

"You have been here for so long, it's time to go back." The man suddenly put her on the board, and walked into the cabin with an umbrella. The little girl turned her head, but found that there was no one in the cabin. She shouted, "Dad? Mom?"

"Dad! Mom!" A girl in a golden suit got up from the stone bed in the yard, and beads of sweat as big as beans slid down from her gorgeous face.

She touched the sword beside her.

The Snow Sword Mu Huai finally returned to her after experiencing the twists and turns two years ago. She was still the master of the sword. It was just a satirical saying that the Snow Sword Art made her forget the original sword technique on the Mu Huai sword.

"Dad, I'm sorry for you." Tears of regret fell from Yan Jiwei's eyes.

At this time, winter just passed, and Luoyang, which had just melted away a heavy snow, still had a little chill. Only the warm sun hanging in the sky was telling the arrival of spring.

There is a plum tree planted in the yard. Perhaps because of geographical problems, the plum blossoms above withered together with the heavy snow early, leaving only bare branches. Two years have passed in Luoyang, and the plum blossoms in their hometown must have bloomed one after another.

The plum blossoms in Jinling are still the same, but they are people.

The breeze suddenly rose, and a plum blossom fell on the sword of Du Huai.

Yan Ji wiped his tears slightly, picked up the plum blossom in surprise, and then looked at the plum tree. It should be the one that remained on the tree that had not yet withered for a long time, but it fell as soon as the wind blew.

"Some plum blossoms are unwilling to surrender to the cold snow in the end, and they struggle to support them just to embrace that ray of spring breeze."

Yan Jiwei gently held the plum blossom in his palm, recalling the stories he had heard in those years, he couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed, "This is also a story my father once told me."

"When I was a child, the plum blossoms hugged the spring breeze, and I liked this story because of the beauty. Looking back now, in order to embrace the spring breeze, it crossed the entire cold winter."

"I still like this story."

PS: Everyone should have been missing this character for a long time.

Let’s talk about it here first: I hope everyone can remember this role.

She is very important.

Thanks for your support.
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