Chapter 82: 82nd

Sang Lingxi pursed his lips and did not answer.
Lu Xiao said dumbly: "Master Sang Feng, please tell me ... this is very important to me."
Sang Lingxi looked at him like that, he gritted his teeth, and hesitated for a moment before he said: "Brother Master said that he was in a valley of 1,200 miles east of Cuiwei Hantan, and found the younger brother of."
Lu Xiao nodded and said softly, "Thank you Lord Sang Feng."
After thanking him, he no longer hesitated, turned around and walked down the mountain. Sang Lingxi looked at the lonely slender back, and gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain road. He could not tell the taste in his heart. , Almost breathless, as if pressing a huge cold stone.
Brother Shi, really gone?
just this?
How is this possible?
Sang Lingxi closed his eyes vigorously, and still had a feeling of not real reality. He only felt that the whole person stepped on the clouds, and his legs were so weak that he had no strength.
He opened his eyes and reluctantly settled before pushing the door of the study and walking in: "Brother Master, he's gone."
Xie Wanting didn't speak. He was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the wall of the study in a daze.
The warm and warm sunlight in the afternoon projected obliquely on the pale face of the prince of Shuo Xue through the thin tissue paper stuck on the window frame. At this moment, his always gentle and indifferent face, without any expression, looked like a lifeless white marble stone statue, quiet, silent and hard.
Sang Lingxi didn't know what to say. He could only follow Xie Wanting's gaze, and looked up at the wall. Then he stayed a little, and there was a sudden sourness in his heart, almost tears.
On that wall, three delicate wooden swords hung one after another, all of which were no longer than the length of the ruler. They were obviously hand-carved and did not look like weapons, but like toys for young children. Sang Lingxi naturally remembers that that was done by Xie Wanting for Bai Hanyuan, Sang Lingxi and Qiu Yutong when he was a child many years ago. Now they are all very old, but they are still well preserved.
Xie Wanting pushed the wheelchair and slowly reached the wall. He reached out and tried to remove the last little wooden sword, but he couldn't reach it.
Sang Lingxi hurried forward, took the wooden sword down, and gave both hands to Xie Wanting: "Brother Master."
Xie Wanting nodded and didn't speak. He only lowered his head, stroking the delicate wooden sword gently, his expression stunned.
Sang Lingxi only felt that his nose was sore: "This is Brother Xiao's sword."
Xie Wanting was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "When Yutong went up the mountain, he was only four years old, and he didn't have a sword high. At that time, you were only seven or eight years old. Wa teasing cats and dogs, suddenly there is a younger brother, so happy like anything ... "
Sang Lingxi whispered: "Well, at that time, I was really happy."
Xie Wanting sighed: "Yu Tong's father and mother died early in the famine. He has been hungry since childhood, and he likes to eat pastries. You just want to grab his pastries, and make him cry every time. , You do n’t want to grab his pastry, you just want to make him play. "
Sang Lingxi thought about the days when he was a child, only to feel that his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he could not say anything.
Xie Wanting continued: "Later, I cut this small wooden sword for him, he only practiced for two or three years