As if he hadn't heard her scream, Bai Muyun turned around, still moving forward slowly, and then, stopped in front of a broken stone pillar, but changed the subject:

Mother, why don't you ask who built this castle, what glorious past it had, how it fell, and why is it in my hands now?

Song Yanqiu said: You ...... You...... You......

Bai Muyun put his hands behind his back, looking at the castles shrouded in faint sunlight and dense shade, still talking to himself there, and said:

You see, these walls are like dusty blades set aside, as if telling endless sad and long-standing stories hidden behind them.

And every road, every stone, and even every footprint that has been stepped out of this foot seems to record its glorious past.

So far, although it has been hundreds of years old, if you look at these rocks, look at these weathered traces, maybe they all hide a moving story, a mysterious legend.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and gently stroked the stone walls that stood tall on both sides of the corridor.

On the stone wall, there are many rocks that have been weathered so much that they have begun to fall off, and if you push them lightly with your hands, they will even collapse.

In the corners, it was covered with moss, sticky, greasy, like the venom of a viper, and at the base of the wall there were vines of creepers.

Looking at the signs of decadence and dilapidation in this area, Bai Muyun couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and said: Now that I think about it, the people who built this castle are really amazing.

They relied entirely on manpower, and they built so many, so big, so heavy stones piece by piece, into an impregnable castle.

Although they have begun to decline after the baptism of time, the tenacity hidden in this castle is admirable.

Therefore, every time I face this tall stone wall and this castle made of thousands of rocks, I feel an inexplicable power.

It was a power that was shocking, and it was a power that exhilarated me, and I myself seemed so small in the face of this power......

When he said these words, Song Yanqiu had already stopped wailing hysterically, and he didn't know if he was tired or shocked by Bai Muyun's words.

In Song Yanqiu's opinion, at this moment, although the arrogant and ruthless man standing in front of her was nominally Bai Muyun, her son who had lived with her for nearly twenty years, but at this moment, when she really faced him alone, she knew how strange the two of them were.

She always felt that Bai Muyun should be that timid and cowardly, submissive child, but now, he realized that he was wrong, and he was ridiculously wrong.

And the reason why she made such a mistake to Bai Muyun was probably the insurmountable gap between the two of them.

And that gap is the mother-son relationship.

After all, they are not really mother and son.

After all, Bai Muyun's real mother died in her own hands.

In the past twenty years, although Du Yanzong had repeatedly asked to kill the young Bai Muyun in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots and avoid future troubles, Song Yanqiu stopped him from doing it.

Although Song Yanqiu also knew that if Bai Muyun was left behind, it would bring endless troubles to herself, because there was no impermeable wall in the world, and he would definitely know about killing his parents, but she still insisted on saving Bai Muyun.

Even she herself doesn't know why?

Perhaps, it is the guilt that he once caused an innocent child to lose his mother?

Perhaps, Song Yanqiu really likes this child? She doesn't have a child herself, so she wants to use Bai Muyun to fill this regret in her heart?

Or perhaps, Song Yanqiu herself has lost her mother since she was a child, she knows what kind of pain it is for a child to lose his mother since he was a child?

But no matter what the reason is, the ominous feeling that Bai Muyun had when he insisted on surviving the medicine he insisted on at the beginning has really come true at this moment?

If you don't cut the grass and don't remove the roots, the fruit will suffer endlessly.

The revenge of killing his father and mother is not shared, and at this moment, the enemy has fallen into his hands, so will Bai Muyun really kill himself?

Perhaps, will Bai Muyun miss his twenty years of nurturing grace and let himself go?

Or maybe it......

Song Yanqiu didn't have time to think about it, she didn't even want to think about it anymore.

Now, when she really faced death, she was even a little relieved.

If she could really start over, she believed that she would still survive Bai Muyun without hesitation, and no one knew what kind of feelings she had for Bai Muyun in Song Yanqiu's heart?

Even Song Yanqiu himself didn't know.

Could it be that for this child, she really ......

In fact, the only thing that made Song Yanqiu feel strange was when did Bai Muyun, who was originally gentle and elegant, even cowardly and introverted, become a person from the Dijing Palace?

Moreover, he actually became the palace master of the Ogigami Palace?

Where did the original palace master go, and why did he pass on such an important position to this son who could even be regarded as a famous and decent person?

Could it be that the palace master is really willing to give up the rivers and lakes that are about to be handed over to Bai Muyun, a little-known boy?

Although the rivers and lakes are treacherous and changeable, Bai Muyun's changes are so fast that Song Yanqiu can hardly accept them.

But one thing Song Yanqiu can be sure of is that at this moment, the person walking in front of him is indeed Bai Muyun.

Perhaps, a person's appearance can be disguised, but the innate temperament exuded by a person cannot be changed.

Although Song Yanqiu has kept a distance from Bai Muyun in the past twenty years in order to avoid suspicion, from the man walking in front of him at this moment, he obviously feels a temperament that belongs to Bai Muyun.

This...... What's going on?

Maybe...... It's a dream, right?

Song Yanqiu had a lot of thoughts, and then found that the narrow, crowded, dull, and depressing corridor had finally come to an end.

And what appeared in front of her at this moment was a large area of even more desolate and decadent ruins, which looked a little shocking under the thick shadows of the ancient trees.

The two of them walked in the middle of the ruins one after the other, and the rubble on the ground made a "creaking" and "creaking" sound under their feet.

It is the ruins of an old castle, ruins, rubble, and scattered ruins that occupy almost the entire valley between these two mountains.

When they slowly walked through this ruined ruins, Song Yanqiu's heart suddenly felt an indescribable desolation and pathos, as if writing a yuan song.

Bai Muyun, who was wearing a golden mask, finally stopped, and then, standing in the shadow of a half-collapsed stone pillar, his hands behind his back.