Chapter 2 There are always too many buts in life
In the alley, the snow fell even harder, dripping like goose feathers.

The 'evil dragon' that the master mentioned was trembling.

As long as she wields her sword, she can eliminate the greatest disaster for the future martial arts world, and everything can be rewritten.

She no longer had to die at the other party's hands.

Xie Beiling didn't know why he had to speak again, adding more variables to the plot of the devil's execution.

“Maybe you don’t understand.”

"But you just need to remember that when you grow up, many innocent people will die because of you. In order to prevent that day from coming——"

"You can only die."

"..."

Can he understand this?
Xie Beiling looked at the child with his mouth pouted in grievance, a few tears rolled down, and suppressed sobs sounded in the snow.

"You are unreasonable!"

He choked up and said, "Mom is right. All the bad people in the world are the same. They use various excuses to either seize my land or bully me. There is not a single good person."

Something touched Xie Beiling's heart.

She tried her best to hold the sword. The devil was only eight years old and he certainly couldn't understand, but if she wavered, everything would return to the starting point.

"That's it..."

The Taoist chief of this generation lowered his eyes and immersed all the emotions in his heart in the wind and snow: "When you see your mother, say sorry for me."

So far,

Everything should have been settled.

"Dao, Master Dao."

A voice with a hint of fear sounded, but the speaker was not Wei Mingqi.

Xie Beiling didn't look back.

Behind her, the door of the house next door opened a crack, and a man in a straw raincoat and with a frosted face came out. He bowed to her and said humbly:
"I heard the baby crying and couldn't help but come out to see, but did Mingqi offend you, Taoist priest? Please calm down! It's just a baby, it's not worth it for you to get your eyes dirty. I will give him a good beating for you, I..."

"go back."

Those two cold words completely destroyed all the polite and considerate words the man could come up with after racking his brains.

For a moment, the only sound around was the sound of falling snowflakes.

The man's lips moved slightly, and he couldn't help but walk back. He had a family and was the only breadwinner in the family. No one could blame him for doing this...

but.

There are always too many things in life.

The man stopped walking back and turned around with a smile that was not much better than crying: "Master, this child has been without a father since he was young. His mother also froze to death at night a month ago. He is the only root of his family. This child is actually sensible, but his life is too hard. Is there any misunderstanding here?"

Xie Beiling listened quietly, with an unmoved expression on her face.

"or--"

"Uncle Deng."

The crying in front of me suddenly stopped.

"Uncle Deng, please go back. I heard my sister crying."

"..."

There was silence all around. The man stood there for a moment, then walked back hunched over.

The snow is getting heavier.

In the snow, Xie Beiling was like a clay statue. The criminal in front of him raised his head and smiled as brightly as a summer flower:
"Sister, can you let me look at my mother again? I was by her side when she passed away, and I want her to accompany me when I leave too."

"..."

Outside the village, snow covered everything.

A buried tomb covered in white nestles against the ice and snow. The tomb is small and has no tombstone, as if if the snow gets heavier, it will blend into everything around it.

At this point, the nun loosened her hand. Wei Mingqi, with trembling teeth, walked past her to the grave, neither bowing nor kneeling, but leaning against the grave, curled up into a ball.

After a while, he gradually stopped shaking, the pain on his face disappeared, and a flush of blood appeared on his face.

This is what a person looks like after a moment of enlightenment.

What would the devil who caused the biggest turmoil in the martial arts world 20 years later look like at the last moment of his life?
He is laughing.

Standing in the wilderness in the cold winter, with only the graves as his companions, he smiled peacefully like a child about to fall asleep.

Wei Mingqi's consciousness has become blurred.

He forgot the purpose of his trip and lost his skillful acting skills. Memories of the child emerged in his mind.

In a trance,
He seemed to be really leaning against the woman's side.

Wei Mingqi didn't have the chance to get along with her, but in his memory, the woman always looked sickly and not very pretty, but gentle.

The snow was heavy and the wind was strong, the house was leaking everywhere, and the quilt was thin and worn, so she always hugged the child beside her in her arms. At that time, she was very strong, as if she wanted to rub the person into her body.

The cold wind of the night isolates them—

Until one day, the young child got up and was no longer able to pry her hands apart.

From then on, the child hated snow very much.

So much so that when he was wreaking havoc in the martial arts world, the huge Chaotian Palace was located overseas, known as the land of eternal summer, with four seasons like spring.

Maybe influenced by this emotion.

The grave was covered with snow, and even Wei Mingqi found it an eyesore.

After all, it’s hard to accept…

Before I had the chance to be a good person, before I had the chance to make progress, at the age when I needed to develop the most, a lunatic blocked my way.

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When his consciousness disappeared, it seemed that a pair of hands picked him up from behind and put him into a warm embrace. Wei Mingqi subconsciously rubbed the softness and the smile on his face deepened.

"Mom, it's not cold anymore."

"..."

In Shunan City, the heavy snow has just stopped.

The breakfast stalls at the city gate were bustling with noise. Many customers who had just entered the city and were taking a break realized that there were more people than usual while the hot pot was heating up. Pot after pot of wontons were being sifted from the grill, but the urging shouts never stopped.

"Old man Li! I'm waiting to catch the morning market, hurry up!"

"Right away, right away—another pot!"

As the lid of the pot was lifted, hot white mist rushed out, exuding a reassuring smell of home.

The pilgrim merchant sat back on his stool and looked around at the tables: "It's strange, why are there so many wanderers coming here recently?"

Shun'an City, as the capital of Yunzhou Prefecture, has always been the territory of the Bahe Boat Gang. This gang, composed of ship merchants, laborers, and boat people, has many disciples, and has never leaked any food. They are usually xenophobic, so naturally there is no room for foreign rangers to survive.

"Don't know yet?"

"Yunzhou has produced an extraordinary Shezha Han, who has stirred up the entire Guanzhong before he was born. Many Jianghu nobles and martial arts masters have been implicated by him. Storms are looming, and unrest is coming."

The traveling merchant looked in the direction of the sound.

He was a martial artist in his early twenties, wearing a well-worn black robe and holding a carved and polished Wu Emperor sword. There were countless swordsmen in Guanzhong who dressed like this, and the origin of this can be traced back to the "Wu Emperor" Dongfang Ming, who once led the [sword] weapons to the top of the Eighteen Best.

But those were all old things. Ever since Dongfang Ming followed the former emperor to suppress the rebellion and was awarded the title of King of Langya based on his merits, he was no longer considered a man of the world. The top spot in swordsmanship had been vacant on the martial arts list for twenty years, and now he has fallen to the bottom of the list.

"This brother is coming from Guanzhong?"

The martial arts culture was prevalent in the country, and most men knew how to fight. The peddler bowed like a wandering man and asked curiously, "I am from Yunzhou. Could the one you just mentioned be the archer Cang Liangye who pierced the lice through the willows?"

"No."

The swordsman in black clothes shook his head.

"That is……"

When the peddler continued to ask, the swordsman in black clothes looked at the wontons in front of the brother and sister at the next table. His throat moved a few times before he pointed at the table and said:
"Let's have a bowl of wontons to relieve our hunger first—"

(End of this chapter)