leave.

If regret is a kind of beauty, then only those with strong hearts can truly appreciate it.

…………

In late autumn, the sun sets.

For the first time in decades, the fog in the Heart Burial Valley has dissipated.

Yesterday, many people came here, and most of them stayed on this land forever.

But some people still left alive.

Feng Bujue and his teammates left... they turned into white light and disappeared without saying hello to anyone.

Yuan Qi and the surviving martial arts heroes also left... When leader Yuan left, he also took away Cao Qin's instructions, as well as the secret manuals of "Breathless Kung Fu", "Four Symbol Magic Kung Fu" and "Iron Hands that Move Mountains".

Returned with a full load.

Later, the title of "Martial Arts Leader" accompanied Yuan Qi for many years.

Who would have thought that this mediocre man who accomplished nothing before the age of thirty would actually become an immortal legend in the world; from that day on, he was not only the leader in name, but also "invincible" and "deserving of his name"

The supreme king of martial arts.

Under the leadership of Yuan Qi, the entire martial arts world can be said to be stable, prosperous, and peaceful.

The irony is...a hundred years after Yuan Qi, in order to compete for the throne of the alliance leader and the "martial arts legacy" left by Yuan Qi, an unprecedented dispute broke out in the martial arts world. In the end...the imperial court took advantage of the situation to intervene and reap the benefits.

From then on, there were no more rivers and lakes in this world.

…………

How long is the life span? It passes like morning frost. Time never comes again, and the flower no longer shines.

Decades later, the same late autumn.

A woman led a camel to the Burial Heart Villa.

Amid the vicissitudes of life, the once prosperous villa now remains in ruins.

But those wonderful cherry blossoms that bloom in autumn still bloom on time every year.

In the early morning, the woman came to a cherry tree.

She looked at the cherry tree in front of her and stood there for a few seconds. Then she took off a bottle of wine from the belt around her waist, took a sip, and chanted with some alcohol.

"The world is dominated by my generation,

Once you enter the world, time rushes by.

Huangtu Hegemony is talking and laughing,

I can’t bear the drunkenness of life…”

After chanting to this point, she gently stretched her jade fingers, lowered the wine bottle, and let the wine flow to the foot of the tree.

"... He held his sword while riding astride and wielded the ghost rain,

The corpses flew away like wild birds.

Earthly things are like tides and people are like water,

I just sigh that a few people in the world are back..."

The wine has drained, but the poem has not yet been finished.

Her voice was still beautiful, but her tone showed fatigue. Her appearance was still very young, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.

"...the one who returns is tired of heart,

The first-born Luo Wei is red-faced and white.

Don’t ask about the three thousand things in the world of mortals,

Pick up the flowers and drain the rest of the wine."

She raised her pink neck, poured the last few drops of wine from the pot into her mouth, and then turned around...

At this time, a ray of breeze blew by, blowing her long hair.

That's white hair.

As white as snow.

But under the white hair blowing in the wind, there is a girl's face.

Every year on this day, she comes back here.

Perhaps she just came to visit an old friend and pick up some memories.
Chapter completed!