Changhe Point Sky View

So the soaring I hope can only become hope after all.

I have heard about An Lushan's rebellion.

I heard the farewell of the little uncle and the master, the little uncle with a baby face, always with a wicked smirk, because he was worried about his love, so he wanted to go to the battlefield with him.

Before leaving, the little uncle who was actually younger than me patted me on the shoulder, still smiling badly as usual. "Don't let me make you cry when I put on my true self, stupid sheep."

I put on a smile that was as gentle as my master's, but actually clearly expressed a mocking meaning.

"Don't worry, you can't beat me."

"Stupid sheep, do you want to die?"

"You can take it?"

In the days that followed, I received all kinds of things from my little uncle, including a handful of yellow sand from the desert, a feather of a jackdaw outside the Great Wall, and nothing—the little uncle’s letter said that the inside It was pretending to be flying snow from the frontier, and there was even an arrowhead that almost killed him—this little devil said that I came down from the Chunyang Palace, and I should suppress such evil things.

I stared at the letter and rolled my eyes cooperatively——Okay, the method is done, don't blame me if you die.

But in the last letter, there was the obituary of his little dude who could only cover his eyebrows and the death of Erha in battle.

He didn't come back.

What was my first reaction?surprise?sad?Or, anger?

In the 14th year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion broke out, and 20 soldiers of Tiance stained Tongguan with blood.

The love of the uncle is just a trivial one of the 20.

But for the little uncle, the Erha is the one he puts on top of his heart.

Therefore, the little uncle who has not really put on the independent mask that symbolizes adulthood will not come back again.

I was left behind.

In the calamity of mountains and rivers, An Neng is alone?I heard my brother who was indifferent in the past say so.After I joined the Haoqi League, I finally had nothing to worry about, and he, who was ready to hide from the world, swung the blood on the tip of his sword, his voice was as cold as before.

But his Taoist robe covered in dark red bloodstains proved that his indifference was not indifference at all.

It's ridiculous that I have always resented his indifference, thinking that he made me leave the house, but at the same time he ignored me except for teaching.I always deliberately ignore that every time I ran down the mountain, he followed me all the way and secretly protected me, I ignored the firewood I always had more than other peers every winter, and I ignored his casual reminders every time I was lost ...

He just kept hiding his tenderness with indifference.

I always knew, I just pretended not to.

So, in the end, we had nothing to say between us.

He let me live well.

But he didn't come back.

I never had a chance to tell him that I knew how good he was to me, no chance to tell him that I had already regarded him as a relative, and no chance to tell him how much I actually loved him.

My waywardness caused him to leave with regret.

So I was left behind.

The crossbow moves the arrow to chase the soul, and the sword sets up Wu Shanfeng.I saw Fengwei Tianji, who was sent back, who could no longer pursue his life, and Qianye Changsheng, who was dejected.

Master stroked the phoenix tail Tianji, his eyes were deep, and the gentle smile that had been floating on his lips had completely faded away.

"They are home." I heard Master say.

But I only see the weapons of the uncle and his love, I don't know why just weapons represent their people.

It's like the little uncle thinks that sending back his mask will count as returning as promised.

They never came back.

I was left behind.

In this way, it is better not to leave anything behind like the senior brother.

At least in this way, I don't have the opportunity to miss him, I can justifiably forget him, and I don't have to grieve for the loss of a loved one.

So the brother is the one who knows me best.

The pear blossoms bloom in the rainstorm, and the earth and the sky rise.I know that the gentle master in the past must now show a flamboyant and bloodthirsty smile.There was blood in the once peaceful hazel eyes.Beside him must be that evil purple figure, all kinds of Gu worms that that person once regarded as treasures will be thrown out desperately, desperately trying to win the breathing time for that dark blue figure.

I pinched the unique face that Master took off before leaving, and my fingertips dutifully reflected the carved pattern I felt to my brain. Even though the mask made of unknown material had left the master’s cheek, it still remained unchanged in my palm. Get cold.

I looked at the "eyes" that were supposed to have holes in the half-face mask but were actually covered, and remembered what Master once told me with a smile——

The day the mask is taken off is the time to kill. *1

With only half the vision of others, the abilities of male disciples of the Tang Sect are severely restricted.

So I never hoped that there would be a day when I would see the mask removed.

But the mask will always be taken off one day.

The arrival of that day meant that I was left behind again.

No, they came back, but they were cold.

Deviate from the classics, and burn everything.I saw the gentle little junior sister in the past with disheveled hair, tears and blood mixed on her face, and I couldn't see the once clear and beautiful face.But her hands didn't tremble, and Baihua Fu's acupoints didn't mess up at all, until I saw the panic on her face when she yelled at me, and the brush that never left her hand finally fell to the ground.

I don't know what happened.

But I felt the coolness of the blade piercing my heart from behind.

This time it was my turn and I didn't go back.

I'm finally not the one left behind.

But I worried my little junior sister.This gentle little junior sister will definitely attribute the cause of my death to my own incompetence.

I looked at my junior sister's out-of-focus eyes, and felt apologetic and disgusted with myself.

I hate being left behind, but let my junior sister experience the pain of being left behind.

If there is a next time, I will not leave people I value in a relationship that they value.

As long as I have experienced the pain of losing a cherished person, there is no need for others to experience the same.

I fell on my back so I could watch the blue sky blur and feel the emptiness in my soul.

I suddenly remembered that in the very distant past, there was also such a clear sky. I looked at everyone and announced seriously: "I decided to leave Haoqi after I tie my hair, and ride a horse!"

I woke up in the tent, and heard that my junior sister rushed towards me like crazy, but she didn't come back.

I heard Butian, who picked me out of the dead, said, you are so lucky to be under the phoenix Gu by your lover.

Each of the five poisonous disciples has two lives, one is his own, and the other is given by the Phoenix Gu.

I am lucky indeed.

My teacher gave me her Phoenix Gu.

Because he wants to live and die with my master.

So in the end, I'm back.

So in the end, only I was left.

Under the peach blossom tree, the jug of wine is still warm, but no one has ever seen the bones harvested, and the reeds are deep.

I heard a beggar gang disciple sing like this.

The war is drawing to a close.

I have nothing to do.So I offered to say goodbye after recovering from my injury, and it was not rejected.

I went back to Chunyang.

Tai Chi Square, which has not been cleaned for a long time, is covered with dead branches and leaves.

As the brother said, An Neng is alone in the calamity of mountains and rivers.

Both Qizong and Jianzong disciples have thrown themselves into this eight-year war.

If you keep a low profile and don't regret it, it's hard to return after nine turns.

A lone sword returns to the grave, and a thousand swords return to the clan.

Therefore, those people in blue and white clothes are gone, only Chunyangxueleng is left.

Suddenly, I really wanted to go back to Tangjiabao hidden in the green bamboo sea.

I want to know those people hidden in the green shadows, how they get used to losing constantly, I want to know what they think of every time they lose, and I want to know whether they have never thought about not losing.

But when I use the amulet, I feel another force tearing me apart.

The last thing I remember is the darkness and the freezing cold.

After the endless cold darkness, I felt a little warmth, so I opened my eyes and found myself lying in the ice, surrounded by some strange machines.

They have imprisoned me.But so what.

My life has long been left outside the city of Luoyang, where the drums of war are raging.

But I have a little bit of luck, I want to know if everyone, like me, survived no matter what method they used.

So I broke free from the ice.

After a difficult communication, I know that this is thousands of years later, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty that everyone is proud of has already become the most colorful stroke in the history books.

How commendable that I have lived through the rise and fall of history.

How proud I am that my ordinary internal strength has become a symbol of "superhumanity".

There is no "captivity" at all, it is clearly "rescue".

They took me out of the glacier, they gave me new life.

What a blessing that I did survive.

But the wound that runs through my heart on my left chest is clearly still there.

I am obviously dead.

Not everyone fears death.

Just as I thought before, my soul has stayed in Luoyang, where the sword is fierce.

Even the Li Tang Dynasty, for which everyone gave their lives, is gone.

What does this strange world have to do with me?

So after I saw the undisguised exploration, vigilance and disgust in those pale green eyes, I chose to offer to use my ability to trade for the freedom after three years.

The man looked more inquiringly, but agreed anyway.

It's not bad, after all, I don't want to try the treatment of Tianyi Sect's poisonous corpse.

This man named Luthor seemed unwilling to suffer at first sight, so it was better to take the initiative to give in.

I want to go home.

Even if I know, there is no longer my homeland.

But the word "going home" is too good for me, so good that I can't bear to tell myself that it is no longer my home.

Even if the scenery is not there, even if no one is waiting.

After three years, I will go home.

This is probably my only consolation right now.

The author has something to say:

*1: The setting of the mask here comes from a sword article I read

As for Miss Cannon...

Just pretend that this setting is only for grown men

Well, yes, that's it

It seems quite cruel...

God, I want to abandon the pit and write Jian Sanwen...

Well, in fact, the things related to Jiansan in these chapters are the things in my Jiansan's mind, I can't wait to release them here...