Chapter 347: The Chopping Board: Jian Shiyi, Liu Lingxi, Chen Wuhen
"Master!"

Song Lin pushed open the door and ran out.

In the Tenth Medical Clinic.

The old fisherman was talking to Jian Eleven.

Suddenly he turned his head to look at the young man running towards him from the corner, and couldn't help but laugh: "You kid... after all, you are a sword immortal admired by everyone, why are you still acting like a child?"

"Beside Master, I will always be a child."

Song Lin scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Ha ha ha ha"

The old fisherman and Jian Eleven burst into laughter.

No matter what the children are like now or in the future, they will never change in their eyes.

"Hey, Master, where's my horse?"

Song Lin turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see any sign of Huo Linju.

Before, he changed his identity from Yang Qingyuan to Song Lin, and it was inconvenient for him to take care of Huolinju, so he gave it to Jian Shiyi and others to take care of. Later, it was said that the horse was too noisy, so it was sent to Minjiang River.

Adopted by an old fisherman.

"Ran."

The old fisherman blushed.

"what?"

Everyone was surprised.

“I just went to the market to buy some vegetables, and it ran away by itself, leaving a letter…” The old fisherman’s face became redder and he reached out as if he wanted to scratch his head.

A horse ran away by itself and left a letter?

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

"In fact, it was just a few random drawings on the ground, which showed that he was going to run away from home. The horse was very spiritual, and no one could tame it without you. It almost ran away several times at the Forgotten River..."

The old fisherman turned his head away in embarrassment.

As one of the four most ruthless men, he couldn't even keep an eye on a horse. It's really embarrassing to say it out loud.

"..." Song Lin was speechless for a while.

Huo Linju ran out to look for him, but he came back.

These three rivers are not big, but they are tens of thousands of miles in radius. It is easy to find a person, but how can you find a horse galloping across the mountains?

"That's all. Everyone has their own destiny. Perhaps the free and unfettered world in the wild is the most suitable for it."

Song Lin sighed and comforted him.

Huo Linju only listened to him, so it was no one else's fault if he failed to keep an eye on the beast.

"By the way, Master, why are you here today?"

Song Lin suddenly remembered.

"Have you forgotten what day today is?" the old fisherman laughed.

Chen Ping came to Wangchuan to spend the New Year.

After being reminded by someone, Song Lin suddenly remembered that today was New Year's Eve.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year.

It's a new year again, a new beginning.

This was the first time for him to celebrate the New Year with his family in the past few years. The old fisherman came all the way here because he knew that the master and his apprentice would not be able to spend much time together in the future.

This day.

Song Lin, Chen Ping, Jian Shiyi, Yue Chongshan, Iris, Ye Liuyun, Jian Wuxin, Chen Xiaohua, as well as Mu Cheng and Peng Qingyun, happily had a reunion dinner together.

My mood suddenly became bright as the fireworks in the sky bloomed.

"It hasn't been this lively for a long time."

The old fisherman sat in front of the Tenth Medical Clinic, holding a wine jug in his hand.

The wine was still the cheapest muddy wine, and the man was still dressed as an ordinary fisherman. It seemed that it had been like this since a long, long time ago.

"Yeah, it seems like decades have passed since the last time this happened."

Jian Shiyi also sat on the ground, looking at the fireworks in the sky, and the wheelchair that he never left was placed aside.

Do not know why.

At this moment, some fragmented memories flashed before their eyes. It was as if they had experienced such an unforgettable scene at some point in the past.

Is it the green willow bank with continuous rain, or the slow and slow Forgetful River crossing in the mortal world?

do not know.

Can't remember either.

But this feeling...seems good.

"Come."

The old fisherman raised his jug.

"Cheers!" Jian Shiyi smiled, took the wine jug and drank a mouthful. Then he took a long sip, his face full of satisfaction.

"Hahaha, don't drink it all, you old man!"

The old fisherman smiled, snatched back the wine jug, and drank it down in one gulp.

tonight.

They are all very happy.

The entanglements of the past seemed to have gradually dissipated into the night sky in this fireworks display.

"You still like this liquor so much." Jian Shiyi sighed.

"Wine has to be strong to have flavor, right?" the old fisherman said calmly.

"Is life just like this?" Jian Shiyi turned his head.

"Just like our life." The old fisherman also turned his head.

for a long time.

The two smiled at each other, then looked away.

The cheapest wine is also the strongest wine, and it is also the wine for friends.

As long as there is someone around to drink with you, it is the best wine in the world.

"You should have taken that step." Jian Eleven said.

"You are not far behind," said the old fisherman.

"Ever since I met that kid, some inexplicable memories always flash back to me. Maybe, he really is our lucky star." Jian Shiyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fate has brought us together, so we must cherish each other." The old fisherman seemed to be speaking with deep meaning.

"is it?"

Jian Shiyi muttered to himself, but changed the subject at this moment, "You have been alone for so long, have you ever thought about going somewhere else?"

The old fisherman asked back: "Then you have been here all this time and have never been anywhere else. Are you waiting for someone?"

"I……"

Jian Shiyi raised his eyebrows and fell into silence.

half an hour.

He said helplessly: "I am serious. Since you have come to that step, you should..."

"I'm too old to go."

The old fisherman shook his head slightly.

"Why?"

Jian Shiyi tilted his head slightly.

"I have been fishing and woodcutting for decades, and I have become accustomed to this kind of life," said the old fisherman.

"Is that so...there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it." Jian Shiyi's eyes looked a little dazed.

There is no longer any desire to fight in their hearts.

It seems better to live out your life in this land of three rivers than to get involved in the troubles of the outside world.

"After Xiaolin leaves..." Suddenly the old fisherman paused and said with a smile, "It seems someone is looking for you."

Jian Eleven didn't say anything.

Looking at the end of the street, his brows furrowed slightly.

The old fisherman also looked towards the street on the other side, his eyes half smiling, with a bit of sadness of memories, and a hint of... pain.

A few moments.

At the end of the street on the left, a woman in her thirties, wearing red palace gauze and with a beautiful face, walked over. She had a graceful temperament, a dot of vermilion between her eyebrows, and was very charming.

Gives people a kind of broken beauty.

It was Chen Wuhen, the founder of the Xiyi Sect, who had given the Dragon Zhi Fruit to Song Lin and others, and who was also the one who practiced the Morning and Evening Art - Chen Jingying.

She looked at Jian Shiyi's figure from afar.

His eyes were sad and mournful, as if he was the only one in the world.

End of the street on the right.

A mature woman with a cool temperament and half-white hair, dressed in white and holding a sword, gave people a kind of beauty that could not be desecrated. A pair of crystal clear and pure eyes also looked at Jian Shiyi.

She clearly looked like a mature woman, but her gaze gave people a girlish feeling.

A kind of girlish feeling that only exists towards a certain person.

"Brother Eleven~~" Liu Lingxi couldn't help but murmured softly.

"Sword Eleven." Chen Wuhen had a gentle temperament, but his tone was cold, and he spoke each word with emphasis.

Bang bang bang~~
Fireworks burst into the sky.

The street with only four people was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"Ling Xi, Miao Xi, there is no regret in life..." The old fisherman patted Pa Jian Shiyi on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Some things must always be faced!"

"The end of the world does not necessarily mean loneliness..."

Say it.

He stood up, patted his butt, and floated away.

This is the old fisherman.

He is always alone and is used to being alone. After eating the New Year's Eve dinner and reminiscing about the past, it is time to leave.

Tonight is a three-person game.

Liu Lingxi and Chen Wuhen have not left the mountain for decades. Now that they have left the mountain, they will definitely come back to find Jian Shiyi.

These decades.

They were all waiting for him.

Jian Shiyi's Lingxi and Wuhen are still there, but the person waiting for him in his heart... has already turned into a handful of yellow earth.

Life is so spiritual and wonderful, there is no regret in it.

Some people have no choice, while others have to make a difficult choice between two dilemmas.

"Eleventh Brother~~"

"Sword Eleven."

Liu Lingxi and Chen Wuhen spoke again.

They no longer argue like they did decades ago.

The two of them are tired of arguing, and it won't be as annoying as before.

But... the obsession in my heart remains unchanged.

"I……"

Jian Shiyi opened his mouth, his eyes a little dazed.

for a long time.

for a long time.

Liu Lingxi and Chen Wuhen finally left.

No one could stay, no one could take him away.

The two fought for their entire lives, but in the end, neither gained anything.

"The two seniors must be concerned about Mr. Eleven, otherwise he wouldn't have left like this." A faint mosquito-like voice whispered in the Tenth Medical Clinic.

"Well, the two mistresses didn't want to embarrass the master, so they left." Ye Liuyun huddled against the wall and secretly poked half of his head out.

"The most notorious heartless man in the world, and the two most pitiful women. Tsk tsk~~"

Yue Chongshan lay on the roof, watching the fireworks from thousands of homes leisurely, hiding his body tightly.

"Do you think I'm blind?"

Jian Shiyi's voice suddenly rang out in the night sky.

"broken!"

"Discovered!"

Iris and Ye Liuyun suddenly shrank their heads.

"Ye Liuyun."

Jian Shiyi's voice was cold.

"exist."

Ye Liuyun walked out from the corner with his head down.

"Starting from tomorrow, you will be punished to copy the medical classics three hundred times." Jian Shiyi pushed the wheelchair and said expressionlessly.

"Yes."

Ye Liuyun made a bitter face and did not dare to disobey.

To read the medical classics three hundred times, that would take half a year, right?

"iris."

"Ah, ha, Mr. Eleven. What a coincidence, you also come out to watch the fireworks." Iris walked out from the rockery in the courtyard, step by step, with heavy steps.

He kept looking up at the sky.

"You, come with me to see patients tomorrow." Jian Shiyi said.

"Yes."

Iris shrank her neck and nodded repeatedly.

Wheel~wheel~~
The wheelchair continued to move forward.

Suddenly Jian Shiyi looked towards the corner of the corridor and said, "Wuxin, have you learned the Jiejing Sutra that your master taught you?"

"Uh……"

Jian Wuxin walked out of the darkness silently, and said with an awkward smile: "Sir, Wuxin will practice swordplay 300 times every day starting tomorrow, and will definitely live up to your expectations."

"Ah."

Jian Eleven nodded slowly.

Pushing the wheelchair into the backyard, with his back to the roof of the front hall, he suddenly said, "How long are you going to hide, you old bastard?"

"Oh, oh, they are just watching the fireworks. It doesn't stop you from talking about love."

Yue Chongshan was still lying there, his face thicker than that of everyone else combined.

Jian Shiyi's face darkened when he heard this.

He turned the wheelchair and walked into the courtyard.

"Hey, Mr. Eleven, I was wiping the table and didn't hear anything." Chen Xiaohua straightened up and waved the rag in his hand.

"Humph."

Jian Eleven snorted and pushed the door open.

"Huh~~" Chen Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

I felt a little puzzled: "Where is Mr. Song? Didn't he eavesdrop?"

"so close!"

Suddenly, a figure sat up from the pile of herbs drying in the sun, patted his chest with lingering fear, and picked the herbs off his body.

"Master..." Chen Xiaohua was stunned.

It turns out that Song Lin was hiding here!
And at this time.

Jian Shiyi sat quietly in the house.

Suddenly he laughed, "Apprentice, you have finally grown up!"

He knew Song Lin must be watching.

Unfortunately, with my current ability, I am unable to find him.

For a moment, the sadness in my heart was diluted a little.

After a while.

Everyone gathered together again, staying away from Jian Shiyi's house, and set up another table in the front hall.

"Senior Yue, you must know their story, right? Tell us quickly, tell us quickly!" Iris looked at Yue Chongshan with burning eyes, her eyes almost turning into two gossips.

"Back then..." Yue Chongshan sighed before he opened his mouth.

He grabbed the wine jug on the table and started drinking it madly.

Obviously, he is not as calm as he appears.

How could he not be tempted by the most outstanding women in the world at that time, who were also influential figures of their generation?

When wine enters the heart of sorrow, the heart feels relieved.

Song Lin listened silently to Yue Chongshan telling the story of the past, and his thoughts seemed to drift into a period of past time.

Li Yixiu, Mu Qingcheng, Mu Xiyi.

Sword Eleven, Liu Lingxi, Chen Wuhen.

Yang Tianrui, Xie Muxue.

Li Xunhuan, Song Yuyan.

Song Lin, Tan Tai Xuan Yin.

The past and the present, the previous life and this life, seem to have turned into an invisible net, tightly entangled many people together.

Song Lin knew in his heart that no one wanted this to happen.

But love, hate, and vengeance are not everything in a person's life.

It's really hard to live up to someone's expectations.

Yue Chongshan's voice floated into his ears, "...in that disaster, Miaoxi died, died in Chen Ping's arms."

"Chen Ping couldn't get over it for decades, and Shiyi broke off completely with Liu Lingxi. Chen Wuhen became obsessed and foolish, and locked himself up under Chaomu Cliff."

"This stage...will take several decades."

"The so-called Jianghu Road is nothing more than her holding an umbrella and saying... Don't betray your original intention. But in the end... everyone failed to fulfill their original promise."

"At the end of the world, I walked towards a lonely dead end."

(End of this chapter)