C8 (1/2)

Alone in a lonely island to guard a lonely grave for a year.

She really wasn't used to it.

One person to eat, one person to train, and one person to sleep.

He placed a pair of chopsticks on the table as if he was still there.

It was as if he was still teaching her when she was training.

When he slept, he felt a lack of calm and powerful breathing.

He would often go to the place where his master cultivated, to see the morning sun and the setting sun. More importantly, it felt like his master was here. He was also looking at the setting sun, which was warm and bustling all over his body.

But every time he went to that grave, he would silently cry.

In the future, he would be alone, and his master would be dead.

No one knows, no one cares what you feel, the whole world will never find him again.

But in his whole world he was a trace of his existence.

He thought back to what his master had said, ”Cheng'er, don't be sad. Everyone has died since ancient times. Your master already feels that it's enough …” Tears continued to flow. That's right, your master thought it was enough. However, I don't think it was enough time for us to get along.

For a moment, a little lost, people live for what exactly?

It was as if he had lost everything within the vast starry sky. Why have I come here, lost in my heart, to find my own relief? Where should I go? I should do something.

After an unknown period of time.

Finally one day, the bright moon shined its silver radiance on the stone as if it had thought things through.

He mocked himself. When a person had already lost, the only thing they could do was to make themselves not forget.

I've heard that every single person who has passed away will turn into a star in the sky. My dearest one, which one would you be? Are you still looking at me?

It was also said that as long as there is one person in the world who remembers you, that person's life will not end. He will live in the hearts of those who remember him, and my heart will live in yours.

It's just that I can't see him, but that doesn't mean I miss him.

One year after his master's death, another year, on the second of the second month.

Cardinal started packing up his luggage, carrying a heart full of indignation, a heart full of sadness, and a heart full of passion.

Farewell, my master.

Farewell, my island.

I'm here, my Jianghu.

I'm here, a blood feud.

I'm here, Sword God of Mount Kunlun.

At the time of his master's death, he had already decided that even if the eight great sects were not all to be exterminated, the Sword Gods of Mount Kunlun must die.

Yan Qiandu laughed self-deprecatingly when he arrived here once again. ”Old sir, I haven't had any tears since I was fourteen years old.”

However, he did not know how many tears he had shed when he was sad.

A man does not shed tears easily, but it is not to the point of sadness.

He also did not meet that old man. If he did, he would apologize to him properly.

He didn't know where he was going, but he had only gone out once.

It turned out that letting him travel once was also his own plan. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to adapt to this lifestyle and had prepared the ground for him. That mission had been treated as a form of practice in his eyes.

Cardinal still chose to enter the Shun Jin Prefecture.

Perhaps this is human nature, when faced with new things, always choose to be familiar with it.