Cheng Junling

Baili Chen clearly remembered that it was a snowy night 20 years ago when he was only four years old.

His father has never returned from the rivers and lakes, and his mother died of dystocia.Thanks to the care of his uncle Menli over the years, he has gradually felt the warmth of human kindness.

Once upon a time, he always liked to stand at the door, looking into the distance, waiting for his father to appear.On that night, the figure of his father finally appeared, but with a person on his back.

He saw clearly that it was a boy who looked slightly older than him, with a long sword hanging from his body.

There were multiple stab wounds on the boy's body, as well as scratches from falling from the mountain... He silently helped him apply the medicine, and then looked at his father carefully.

"Father, Chen'er misses you so much..." How much he wanted to say the words he wanted to say every day, but he couldn't.

Floating cold in the world, soil erosion cold flowers.When I return, the setting sun is full of mountains and rivers.

The boy has no memory, only a sword and jade on his body.

The text engraved on Gao Guyu should be his name—Cheng Junling.

Therefore, Baili Qi adopted him as his adopted son and became Bai Lichen's nominal elder brother.

He protected him everywhere, and little Bailichen called him from then on: "Brother Ling."

They practice martial arts and sword together, read and write together, and grow up together.

He hopes to become strong, to protect him, protect his father, and protect Fengjingmen, but he is exhausted because of the open and secret struggles of Jianghu sects.

Instead of competing for fame in front and back, it is better to escape to the rivers and lakes and stay away from this place where right and wrong are turned upside down.

"I really don't want to call you Brother Ling anymore." Baili Chen stared at him indifferently, and said with a smile, "I'm no longer a child, it's time for me to change."

Seeing the smile on his mouth, Cheng Junling was a little dull, not knowing how to answer.

"After the battle of Fengjingmen, you and I are no longer brothers, and we can only be regarded as people from the Jianghu." He sat opposite and brushed his hair, without averting his eyes. "It's still Ah Ling."

Is this a temporary peace?

Cheng Junling stared blankly at Baili Chen, then quickly stepped forward and hugged him. "Thank you...you believe me..."

"Tsk, I don't believe you."

Baili Chen expressed reluctance, but he didn't mean to push him away.

Maybe in his heart, he still can't give up on him.

The singing of birds in the empty mountains, the floating life is easy to make mistakes, and the water and clouds are like a dream order.

The freehand brushwork is full of style, and the youth is not overwhelming.