However, Jian Thirty always told him that in this world, every person, every animal, every flower and tree has the right to their life, and we are not gods, so we do not arbitrarily deprive a person of the right to life, and everything is destined in the dark.

Therefore, since then, although Li Cunxiao's sword has become more and more lumpy and more and more powerful, he has never killed any innocent person in vain.

Since he roamed the rivers and lakes, although everyone called him Tsing Yi, everyone he claimed was the one who should be killed, and they were all those who had to die.

Sometimes, even those who have committed the most heinous crimes, Tsing Yi will show a little mercy and give them a chance to mend their ways.

For he had taken to heart what the sword had told him: every man, every animal, every flower and tree has the right to life, and we are not gods, and we do not arbitrarily deprive a person of the right to life, and everything is destined in the dark.

Because the sword of Sword Thirty was originally a benevolent sword, and under the sword of Sword Thirty, an innocent person was never killed.

Now, since Li Cunxiao has taken over this benevolent sword from Jian Thirty's hand, then, he must not kill the wrong person.

Li Cunxiao walked in the car, leaning against the window and looking at the pale blue sky outside, changing its color in the late autumn season, and couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't know why he had suddenly remembered this.

It is said that when a person begins to recall the past, it means that he is old.

It is also said that when a person begins to recall the past, it means that his life has come to an end.

Could it be that Li Cunxiao's life has also come to an end?

Could it be that Li Cunxiao has to die this time?

How fast is the sword of the Burial Sword Island, although Li Cunxiao has not seen it with his own eyes, but he has seen how fast the sword of Sword Thirty is.

The sword of Sword Thirty is already incredibly fast.

The sword of the sword thirty is already a myth in Li Cunxiao's mind.

Although now everyone in the rivers and lakes unanimously believes that he is the fastest sword in the rivers and lakes, he has completely inherited the essence of the sword thirty swordsmanship.

However, he himself knew that his sword was not as powerful as rumored in the rivers and lakes, and the speed of his sword was not even one-third of that of a sword thirty.

Swordsmanship like Sword Thirty, which is completely close to mythology, has also been defeated by the sword of Burial Sword Island, so what kind of sword is it from Burial Sword Island?

Li Cunxiao couldn't imagine it, he didn't even dare to think about it.

If he continued to think like this, he was afraid that he would really lose the agreement he had made with them twenty years ago to go to Sword Thirty.

The road surface is rough.

In fact, in the strict sense of the word, it can no longer be called a road, at most it is just a vacant lot without weeds, stones, or trees.

The pavement is uneven, stretching infinitely into the distance, like the branches of fir trees that are slanted into the endless sky, thin and hard.

A carriage walked on such a road, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It's a very old wagon.

The car is simple and dilapidated, and if the horse in front of it runs a little faster, it seems that it will fall apart all of a sudden.

The horse, a thin horse, was full of ribs stubbornly poked at the skin wrapped outside, as long as a slight whip, as if there was a possibility of falling.

Therefore, in this vast field, the carriage had to move in and out, like an old woman.

With such a slow horse and such a slow car, it will take a long time to reach the goal.

After arriving at the destination, even if the skinny horse did not die of exhaustion and the broken car did not fall apart, the person sitting in the car may have fallen apart and died of exhaustion.

It's really a horse-drawn carriage for a lot of people.

However, the people in the car didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

After three days and three nights of running, I finally walked out of this uninhabited wilderness and finally walked to a place where I could see people.

Li Cunxiao in the car was still so tired and so down, but his lonely eyes were as bright as cold stars, staring at the dust in the air.

He watched them flutter in the wind, watched them blow on the windows and rattle the curtains, but he didn't even blink an eyelid.

There were many trees along the roadside, and those trees seemed to be tired, and at this moment, instead of slowly drifting down a leaf or two, they looked like butterflies with broken wings.

Could it be that they, like Li Cunxiao, have lost their purpose in life?

Could it be that the purpose of their survival is the same as Li Cunxiao's, just waiting to be blown off by the autumn wind?

The eldest grandson, Wujian, leaned on Li Cunxiao's shoulder, like a docile cat curled up beside her master, her beautiful face covered with wordless tiredness.

Her eyes were closed peacefully, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly with her delicate breathing, so well-proportioned, so delicate, that she looked as if she had been asleep for a long time.

It seemed like it had been a long time since she had slept so soundly and soundly.

When she snuggled up to Li Cunxiao like this, it was like lying in her father's arms when she was a child.

Li Cunxiao's shoulders made her feel very solid.

After a few days of long journey, although she looked a little tired, the expression on her face was happy, so happy that it was almost unbearable to alarm her.

Li Cunxiao had already instructed the coachman in advance to walk as slowly as possible, not to let the car have too many bumps, so as not to wake her up.

She was so tired.

She really needed a good rest.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the eldest grandson, Li Cunxiao's heart suddenly rose with an inexplicable warmth, like a lamp hanging in front of the inn in the distance on a cold night.

His heart had been cold for a long time.

He thought that he would never have this feeling of warmth again in his life.

Those days with Ding Yuehua are the sweetest memories of his life.

In those days, the sky was blue, the wind was green, the grass was fragrant, and even the ducks swimming in the water felt that they were the most beautiful animals in the world.

In his eyes, everything in the world is a spirit of heaven.

However, it was Ding Yuehua who made his heart extremely desperate and sad, and he fell from heaven to hell all of a sudden.

And at this moment, when looking at the eldest grandson Wuji, he suddenly had the same warm feeling as before, and felt that spring seemed to be back.

When he looked at the eldest grandson, he seemed to see the figure who liked to wear a lilac shirt, standing under the cherry blossom tree in March, and smacking his long eyelashes at him.

Then, the lilac shadow suddenly disappeared, and the cherry blossoms of the trees were blown down by the wind, like butterflies with their wings broken.

I don't know that the wind blowing from that place keeps shaking the bare branches, rapid, swift, like an oncoming thunderbolt.

Immediately afterward, the stinging sensation hit like a storm, washing away the warmth that had just sprung up in an instant.

And the eyes of the eldest grandson suddenly changed into Ding Yuehua's eyes, which were as clear as the deep pools of mountain streams, and as docile as the petals of cherry blossoms.

Even her eyelashes have become Ding Yuehua's, which are also as thick and slender as aquatic plants by the lake......

Li Cunxiao's whole body suddenly trembled, as if countless sharp arrows were shooting at his heart, turning him into a wounded hedgehog in an instant.

Eldest Sun Wujian just smiled, leaning his body closer to him, and then, a trace of concern suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head and asked, "Are you cold?"

Li Cunxiao looked at her and said softly: You didn't sleep?

Hearing his own voice, Li Cunxiao himself felt strange.