Huang He was puzzled.

Lao Lu did not explain because Huang He didn't understand what he had to hold on to the Taoist heart and gave up.

Hongyan waited by the beach for decades, and her parents waited at home for a lifetime.

I just had a chance to save it. Although it was very slim, it was indeed there, so he only needed to ask a question.

But he gave up this opportunity because of the so-called "right way".

Lao Lu knew that this was right. As a swordsman, he should do this, but in this way, he would be even more ashamed of his parents and wife.

Neither the righteous path nor the former closest relatives and beloved, but he could not live up to his own way. He chose the former according to his wishes.

This has indeed given me the opportunity to break the realm, but what are the faces to accept it and exchange it for the opportunity to win back the past?

Lao Lu will not deviate from the right path, but he does not want to let down his past again, so he finally chose to spend the rest of his life to atone for his sins.

Lao Lu stroked the sword on his knees with his fingers, stood up, dragged Muqi's deep body toward Feisha City.

Step on

Huang He sat under the tree, looking at the lonely old back gradually fading away, and sighed:

"If you give up, your heart is not untied. I can't help with this, I can only depend on yourself."

"There will be a period later. If I don't last until I meet again, don't forget to come here every Qingming Festival to burn paper, so I don't have to knock my head, just bring a jar of wine."

“…?”

Huang He opened his mouth and wanted to curse back, but for the sake of Lao Lu's half foot, he finally let it go...—
Chapter completed!