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The doctor's girl Mulan stared at Xue'er's slightly depressed expression with a questioning look. The short moment of Xue'er's silence was filled with silence in the cave.

However, Mulan did not feel any depression or urgency. Xueer, who was asked about the sadness, was just simple silence. There was a bit of self-pity and sadness in the silence, but she had no intention of blame.

After a moment of silence, Xue'er turned her back lonely, and her back looked a little lonely.

"If he asks, you just think that you saved him."

Mulan is still puzzled.

She looked at Xue'er's back and felt a little distressed inexplicably.

She wanted to ask the questions to the end, but in the end she wanted to speak and buried her full questions in the deep mountains behind the town.

Xueer was left alone in the cave.

Without Ling'er and Brother Changfeng, she had tried to get used to more than 400 sunrises and sunsets. She thought time would dilute everything, but she didn't expect that this persistence was like the old wine that had been sealed in a wine cellar for many years. When she opened the sealing mud

At that moment, it was always the strongest time for the wine to smell.

Xue'er, who walked out of the cave without realizing it, walked aimlessly with several Yan Lingwei's silently.

She only saw the road and walked in a daze without asking where she was leading.

She saw a stream.

The green leaves that were blown down by the wind gradually drifted away as the stream water bypassed the round gravel.

These days, Xueer has been thinking about a question.

The most difficult issue to let go is mentioned in time.

Because in her spare time, she was reading a book, which was once written by Meng Qingshu, a talented genius in Wuchen Temple in the academy, who was well-versed in the Wuchen Temple.

There is a saying in the book.

This sentence has been lingering in her mind.

Xue'er stared blankly at the stream and the never-returned fallen leaves: "Is it really better to forget each other than to support each other?"

...

Luo Changfeng carried the heavy-tasting medicine and found the Liu family described by senior Mu Yi.

The one who opened the door was the widow of Liu.

The widow of Liu is about twenty years old. The head of the family is only seven years old. She was originally wearing mourning clothes. However, the seven-year-old child in the family has become sick recently, and he is afraid that he will be so angry that he will not be able to do anything.

It was good, so I took off my clothes yesterday and changed into plain clothes with a monotonous color.

Luo Changfeng looked at Liu's widow's elegant eyes, which were as elegant as autumn waves. The latter's wooden hairpin was loosely tied with black hair, and naturally hanged a little on his forehead. Although his expression was a little listless and his cheeks were pale,

There is still a charm and charm on the body, which is natural.

Under those vigilant and puzzled eyes, Luo Changfeng briefly introduced that he was Ming Chuyi, a new friend from the medical shop. He also carried the Chinese medicine jar and wrapped medicinal materials and entered the hospital.

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Very ordinary courtyard, very ordinary room.

Luo Changfeng looked at the room briefly and then stopped his eyes on the child lying on the bed.

The child was sweating on his forehead and his eyes were closed tightly. It looked very painful, but he was stubborn and forced to keep silent. The child was holding a wooden short knife in his arms, like a toy that he couldn't let go, even if he was born.

I don't want to leave my hands even if I have any illness.

"Don't be obedient, get up and see Grandpa Mu treat you."

Liu's widow sat on the head of the bed and helped the child up.

The child slowly opened his clear eyes and blinked, but did not see Grandpa Mu. He couldn't help but say naughtyly: "Mom, I lie."

Luo Changfeng also sat down next to the bed at this time.

He reached out and touched the child's cheek, and said softly: "My name is Chuyi, and he is the new friend from Grandpa Mu's doctor shop. Do you want to call him "Don't?"

The child looked at the stranger in front of him weakly and said, "My name is Liu Xibei. Where is Grandpa Mu Yi and Sister Mulan, why don't they come?"

Luo Changfeng gently rubbed the child's head and said with a smile: "Grandpa Mu and Sister Mulan are treating others. Don't get better soon, so you will see them then."

Xiao Xubei said, "I will still want Grandpa Mu to tell me the story of the swordsman... Don't like the stories told by Grandpa the most."

Luo Changfeng glanced at Xiao Xubei's short wooden knife in his hand and said, "As long as you don't get sick again, my brother will tell you stories, telling you many stories about swordsmen, okay?"

Xiao Xibei's clear eyes showed a faint light, which was not related to illness, but from the love of the knife: "Thank you, Brother Chuyi."

...

Xiao Xibei is a very cute child.

He is very strong at a young age, and even exudes the same persistence and tenacity as Luo Changfeng in his bones.

Most importantly, they all like knives.

Whenever he sees this child, Luo Changfeng feels as if he is young.

Xiao Xujie likes to listen to all the stories about swordsmen in the world. Luo Changfeng naturally likes swords, especially wooden swords.

Because his first knife was the bamboo and wood knife given to him by his senior brother.

So after recovering from the illness, Xiao Xibei ran to the medical shop with his beloved wooden knife almost every now and then, pestering Luo Changfeng to tell him the story of the swordsman.

At first, he was entangled with Senior Mu Yi, but later after hearing Luo Changfeng tell the story of the sword crazy, he simply surrendered to his brother Chuyi completely and never listen to Grandpa Mu tell stories again in the future.

It’s not as good as Brother Junior High School said!

Luo Changfeng couldn't resist the child after all, so he went from the academy to the famous sword to the Tianque, to the battle between Bailou Gate and Yanbailou, and the sword dispersed with the wind, and to the library of the Duan Family's sword master in the library

The grievances between the Tiandao, and the story between the teacher Wuxiang Daozong and even the ancestor and the butcher's sword, and finally the senior brother and the guardian sword... For two months, Luo Changfeng told the sword in the academy.

After all, he also told all the people who used the knife in the academy.

"What happened to that brother Baili Changfeng?"

"Have he left with a butcher knife?"

"Have he escaped the pursuit of those bad guys?"

"He should be very sad without a teacher, a senior brother, and academy?"

As the sun sets, Xiao Xubei sat in front of Luo Changfeng holding a wooden short knife, blinking his big eyes and asking one after another.

Memories surged into my mind, and sadness seemed to be like Luo Changfeng, who had flowed back into a river in an instant, and he smiled bitterly after the tears in his eyes dissipated.

"He probably isn't in this world!"

"Why? Was he captured by those bad guys?"

"You think, he can't beat those bad guys and can't avenge him. All those who care about him are dead. What's the use of his life in this world? So since then, he has been in a slump, every day and every night

Stop using wine to numb yourself until he can no longer hold the knife..."

Luo Changfeng's heart was deeply stinging.

It's like cutting a knife.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xibei suddenly jumped up and waved the wooden short knife in his hand like a claw, looking at Luo Changfeng and said, "If it weren't for him, Bi'er wouldn't have fallen into depravity."

Luo Changfeng looked at the energetic little boy in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What can I do?"

Xiao Xibei's eyes showed seriousness: "Don't hide it and practice the knife well, until you can take revenge..."

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