In the clear eyes, a look of surprise emerged.

Time seemed to stop, space froze, and the drifting snowflakes were strangely still in mid-air.

Quietly looked at the shadow in front of her in disbelief, and that one gave her an extremely familiar feeling.

Feeling Ye Chen's gaze, a trace of crimson appeared on his quiet face, holding his sword, he walked in front of Ye Chen, and said respectfully: "I've seen the peak master!"

Ye Chen's gaze still fell on Quiet's purple wrist, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

His right hand was raised slightly, and his true qi pulsed in Ye Chen's fingertips.

Ye Chen smiled faintly and didn't say anything, his true qi fluttered out like that fluttering snowflake, and finally landed on his quiet right wrist.

A warm feeling swept over me, and the silence felt refreshed, and the originally purple wrist gradually improved.

The heat flow flowed in the quiet body, and the places that had been quiet and uncomfortable suddenly disappeared.

A hint of intoxication couldn't help but appear on Quiet's face, but thinking of the peak master in front of him, Quiet's face turned red again, and he stuck out his tongue lightly.

"What's your name!" Seeing Quiet's shy expression, Ye Chen smiled gently.

"My name is Quiet!" Quiet blushed and said, "Mother, they all call me Quiet!"

At the mention of his mother, a trace of gloom appeared on his quiet face, and the innocence in his eyes was replaced by that thick sadness.

This sorrow is like the sea, this sorrow that does not belong to a child.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the sky and muttered softly, "Where is your mother?" Hearing this, he looked stunned, and he also raised his head, looked at the sunset, and said in a choked voice: "They went to a distant place!"

After speaking, Quiet pointed to the blue sky above his head.

In this battle of the Sword God, Ye Chen knew that Luoxia Peak had lost hundreds of disciples, and not only that, but hundreds of children had also lost their parents.

With a slight sigh, Ye Chen gently patted his quiet little head with his right hand, and smiled gently: "Do you like swords?"

Ye Chen's gentle smile seemed to dispel the sadness in Quiet's eyes When Ye Chen slapped him like this, Quiet's face suddenly turned red, and he said shyly: "I don't like it!" Hearing this, Ye Chen was stunned, originally thinking that Quiet practiced swords so diligently because he liked swords.

"That day, there were pools of blood all over the ground, a lot of sword light, my father and mother disappeared into the sword light like that and never came back!" Quiet clenched his fists and said firmly: "Quiet doesn't want to see more and more people disappear into the sword light, so Quiet wants to practice swords!" After speaking, Quiet seemed to remember something, and suddenly ran forward, Jiāo's small figure looked so thin in the cold wind.

Turning around, Ye Chen calmly looked at this thin figure in the wind, and the ponytail fluttered in the wind.

The ponytail fluttering in the cold wind swept the snowflakes around him, and Quiet suddenly turned around, smiled embarrassedly at Ye Chen, and said, "Peak Master, I'm going back to help Grandpa cook!" After speaking, Quiet lightly stuck out his tongue and tied the bulky long sword behind him Ye Chen didn't know how the small figure of Jiāo carried the bulky stone sword.

Hearing this, Ye Chen still smiled mildly and said, "Well, be careful, don't fall!"

Hearing this, Jing Jing also smiled and ran a few steps, stopped again, turned around and asked Ye Chen, "Peak Lord, do you like swords?"

After speaking, before Ye Chen could answer, Quiet disappeared into the wind and snow, and gradually disappeared.

"Do I like swords?" Ye Chen murmured softly as quiet and gentle voices seemed to surround his ears.

Taking a few steps forward, Ye Chen stood on the cliff, the tumbling clouds under his feet, and the afterglow projected not only dyed the clouds red, but also the clouds under his feet.

As the moon sets, Ye Chen's figure looks a little lonely.

"I didn't like it before, but now I feel like I'm holding a sword, old man, right?" Ye Chen's face turned slightly, and he said to the long sword behind him.

The Qilin Sword shook slightly, emitting a crisp sword groan, as if it looked extremely cheerful.

Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen casually swung several swords forward, and the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the energy shattered the snowflakes around him, and the snowflakes surged towards the surroundings.

The sound of the sword roared loudly, Ye Chen put away his sword, his hands behind his back, his eyes closed, and his spiritual power swept out, covering the entire Luoxia Peak.

Under Ye Chen's powerful spiritual power, a clear picture emerged in Ye Chen's mind.

The nose was snowing, and the child was struggling to swing the sword in his hand, again and again.

In the Battle of the Sword God, it is not only Quiet who loses his parents, but also other children.

Suddenly, several wind-breaking sounds sounded behind Ye Chen, his eyes rolled slightly, and Ye Chen knew that someone was coming without even looking back.

The figures of Boya and Ziqi emerged behind Ye Chen, the two stood behind Ye Chen, bowed to Ye Chen slightly, and said, "I've seen the peak master!" The cultivation of the two of them is extremely strong, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, smiled faintly, and said: "Senior Boya, do you know that there is a girl named Quiet on the peak?" "Quiet?" frowned slightly, Boya pondered for a moment, and a playful face couldn't help but appear in front of him, and nodded slightly: "Hmm!"

"What's wrong with her parents?" Retracting the long sword, Ye Chen directly tied the Qilin Sword behind his back.

Although he didn't know why Ye Chen asked about Quiet, Boya still answered truthfully: "Quiet's father Ande is a disciple of the child's grandson, and Quiet's mother is a disciple of Xiyue Peak. There is no static marriage in the sect, so most of the female disciples in the Xiyue Peak are married to the male disciples of the rest of the peaks. Such a combination is common in the door, in addition to the parents, Jing Jing also has a grandfather, but when he went out to perform any decades ago, her grandfather was seriously injured and is still paralyzed in Chuáng. A few days ago, Huang Lingtian led the crowd to attack Luoxia Peak, and Jingjing's parents both died tragically under the sword of the man in black. Nowadays, Quiet lives with her grandfather, and usually, her grandfather's life is taken care of by Quiet!"

Speaking of this, Boya couldn't help but sigh for a while, he had seen this well-behaved girl a few times.

After a pause, Ziya continued: "Our martial artists don't have very high requirements for food, so we are responsible for the food on the peak!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's eyes couldn't help but show the anxious expression of leaving quietly, maybe she was going back to take care of her grandfather.

"Peak Master, why did you suddenly mention Tranquility Na Nizi?" Boya said in a slightly surprised voice, according to what he thought, how could a cultivator like Ye Chen notice Tranquility.

Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled gently, didn't say anything, his eyes were still closed, and a clear picture appeared in his mind.

In this battle of the sword gods, there are those who have lost their parents, those who have lost their wives, those who have lost their husbands, and those who have lost their children, but the biggest harm is those who have lost their parents.

"How many children have lost their parents in this Sword God battle!" Ye Chen asked a rather solemn question.

Hearing this, Boya pondered for a moment and said, "Thirty-six!"

"Thirty-six?" Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Although they didn't know what Ye Chen was thinking, Boya and Ziqi didn't bother, but stood quietly aside. The snow was falling, and the falling snowflakes dyed the long hair of the two white.

Because I've experienced it before, I know what it's like.

When he lost his parents, Ye Chen experienced the heart-rending pain, the helpless despair as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Raising his head, Ye Chen's long hair covered with snowflakes fluttered in the wind, and he was dressed in a martial robe.

"They are our future, the future of Luoxia Peak!" Ye Chen suddenly spoke: "Every child should be pampered, they are our future, the best future!" "The best future!" Boya and Ziqi repeated Ye Chen's words.

"I'm glad that this sudden disaster didn't destroy their confidence!" Ye Chen chuckled, "You said that the future of Luoxia Peak is not in the hands of these children?"

Hearing this, Boya and Ziqi both had a strange feeling, and this peak master was just a teenager, but he kept saying that those teenagers were children. ！。