Sealing Sword

A person has to do a lot of things in his life. Sometimes it is not worth mentioning if he does the right thing, and if he does the wrong thing, he may be rewarded indefinitely.

He has been in this bitter cold place for more than a month, and no one knows who he is, not even himself.

Most of what he owned in the first half of his life was stolen from others, and now he has paid off one by one, leaving him alone.Therefore, when registering on the roster, he frowned and thought for a while, and his surname was still Xie. Considering that he was a lot older than that person, he wrote Xie Dalang.

Dalang had nothing, he followed the soldiers to charge with his handy right hand, dozed among the dead, and practiced in the cold weather. Gradually, many people died, but he was still alive.

He has suffered a lot of hardships and losses that he has never tasted, and he has also seen many people and things that he has never seen before. The man who was once as gentle as jade was hollowed out and filled with cold iron like ice.

He didn't shed tears when he buried his comrades with his own hands, and he didn't tremble when he cut off the guard's head with a knife, but he felt inexplicably tired looking at the dead head.

He knew very well in his heart that once life and death were up to the heavens on the battlefield, he could not help himself in half a step in the temple, and agreed to the emperor's solicitation, which meant turning himself into a knife held in someone else's hand, and what the blade pointed was what the emperor wanted.

But he didn't regret it.

In the past two years, he killed many people, did many things that he once sneered at, and went through life and death several times, only then did he know what it means to depend on black and white.

Before he saw these bright waves and undercurrents, he felt that he was a straight man with a chest, but after the ups and downs, he realized that being humble and ignorant was not as good as a child.

He knows a lot, but doesn't know much more.

There are always things in the world that you can't do anything about, and there are too many right and wrong things to say.

On the night when the emergency report came, he was leaning against a tree and looking into the distance. There was a bright moon hanging high in the dark sky, and the moon shone brightly, as if there was a corner falling on his distant home.

Calculating the time, the three-year period should have arrived.

The oath of the past is still in his ears, but he is more confused than then.

It's a pity that he didn't think it through, and went to the field of life and death.

The situation in Jinghan Pass was even worse than their worst expectation. The old, weak, women and children in the city had already blocked the city wall with their flesh and blood, lest they missed a single bit, and the sky would collapse.

In just a few days, more than half of the 170 eight Luying Guards were lost, and the soldiers in the city suffered heavy casualties, and the food and grass were also exhausted.

They decided to take the risk.

The commander placed most of the remaining Lve Shadow Guards in various important places in the city, and prepared to bring four of his subordinates into the battlefield disguised as barbarian wounded soldiers. At that time, he was supposed to assist in the defense on the tower, but he changed positions with a brother in a ghostly manner. He followed the leader closely.

"I'm going because I'm the leader of Lve Ying, and I'm the leader. They're willing to go with me because they're willing to be wrapped in horse leather without any worries. What about you?"

The commander looked at him, wiping a black long knife in his hand, on which the swan geese flapped their wings and almost flew out.

He said: "No reason, no asking for anything, I don't know."

He didn't know what to ask, and finally followed.

Fortunately he followed.

The northern barbarians fought for days, and the casualties were not easy. There were wailing wounded soldiers and insensitive faces everywhere in the camp.

They mixed in, but the danger was like tarsus maggots, and a group of assassins no less than Lve Shadow Guards also mixed in the barracks, and they were very fast.

At that time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and it was not long before dawn.

As a result, two Lve Shadow Guards exposed their identities to attract murderous intent, and one sacrificed his life to create chaos. He and the ruthless assassin launched an ambush to delay the time, so that the commander successfully sneaked into Hutar's tent at this moment.

A man is like a knife, and a knife is like a man, the eyes are astonished, and there is no trace of blood.

With injuries all over his body, he grabbed a horse and rushed into the encirclement, grabbed the commander's hand, and broke through together.

It's a pity that the saying that there is no such thing as a perfect road, often does not make sense.

At that time, with a dead end in front of them and hunting dogs behind them, the two of them had only a chance to survive.

Removing flowers and trees, changing one life for another.

At that time, the commander was already a little unbearable, but he was even more persistent than him. When he was half awake, he only read one person's name and remembered a ten-year agreement.

He also has an agreement.

Before going to Lingyun Peak for a battle three years ago, his wife gently tied his hair and dressed him, and his son, who had just reached his knees, looked at him without blinking while holding a wooden knife.

The child's voice was as soft as a rice cake, asking him, "Where is daddy going?"

He avoided the most important and took the lightest, speaking softly, like every adult who prevaricates a child: "I'll be back soon."

The son nodded obediently, and the wife held his hand without saying a word, but she was so nervous that her palms were covered with cold sweat.

At the beginning of the battle, she finally said: "Don't forget what you promised."

He turned back and smiled at her, still saying: "I'll be back soon."

But he didn't go back then, and now, he can't go back.

Before turning around and running out of the cave, he actually regretted it and thought about turning back.

But in the end it wasn't.

The man once called him a coward, and now it seems that his words have come true.

His life was brilliant and unparalleled. The first half of his life was spent in the rivers and lakes, and the other three years were for the country and the people, but in the final analysis, it was all hypocrisy and self-deception.

The years of admiring the martial arts are his deceiving the world, stealing his name and allowing others to plot, and the three years of bright and dark tossings are his abandoning his family and son, and living in an ignoble existence.

He finally understood that he was actually sorry for no one.

There are those who are ashamed of their wives, their youngest sons, and their old friends.

But he never looked back.

Carrying a dead body on his back and running for his life under the beacon fire night, the blood that he thought had cooled down gradually ignited, and he seemed to have returned to the only time in his life when he was at the sword meeting.

There are various world situations in the human world, and they are probably only regarded as the same before life and death.

It's a pity that when the end of the road is approaching, the boiling blood will flow clean, and the pride will be emptied, and it will return to emptiness in the end, leaving only a faint regret.

He supported his body with a knife in his left hand, and his right hand, which had three fingers cut off, tremblingly touched his heart. Behind him was a cliff, and in front of him were countless barbarians facing each other with swords, bows and strings.

The 34 years of grievances and hatred will eventually be settled in this way.

At the moment when all the arrows were fired, what caught his eyes was not the overwhelming sword rain, but the bright moon in the sky.

I send this heart to the bright moon, can I go to the west of my hometown with the wind?

……

Xie Wuyi didn't sleep well that night.

His body was dilapidated, and he often couldn't sleep well at night, but this night he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He heard the desolate wind outside the window, and saw the flickering candles in the house.

A gust of wind blew open the half-closed casement, and the candle on the table went out immediately.

It is said that death is like extinguishing a lamp... His heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Xie Wuyi turned over from the bed and sat up, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank slowly, his hands trembling for some reason.Until the door was knocked suddenly, he pulled the latch, and saw the young boy holding the wooden knife and looking up at him.

He has always been at a loss for this child. He neither intends to vent his anger or be harsh, nor can he be a loving father. Basically, he doesn't have much interaction with him except for teaching martial arts. Seeing the estrangement in the past three years, he didn't expect that tonight would come suddenly. .

Before Xie Wuyi could figure it out, Xie Li let go of the wooden knife, hugged his leg and rubbed his head, a few drops of warm liquid soaked his shirt, making him even more confused.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Father, I had a dream." Xie Li raised his head, his eyes were red, "I dreamed that you went to a far away place and never came back again, and you asked me to take care of myself, don't follow me."

Xie Wuyi's hands froze.

After a long time, he said: "Don't be a man, it's just a dream, go back to sleep."

Xie Li nodded, and couldn't help asking him: "Father, what is the farthest place in the world?"

Far?

The south and the north are diametrically opposed, the ends of the earth, is it far away?

But as long as you have the heart, there will always be a day when we meet each other.

The only thing that is really out of reach is probably only life and death.

Xie Wuyi said: "There is a place, once you go, you can't come back, and no one else can find it..."

Xie Li looked at him suspiciously: "Where is that place? Why can't I find it?"

"Because you have to live." Xie Wuyi touched his hair hesitantly, condescending, with deep eyes, "You will know where it is sooner or later, but even if you know, you must not go early, otherwise I will not allow it."

Xie Li is still too young, he is a stubborn child, he puts all his tricks into his own hands, pretending to be self-confident, but in fact he is more ignorant and pitiful than anyone else.

Xie Wuyi was defeated by calculations all his life, so he naturally knew that life and death were unpredictable, but he never believed in fate, so of course he couldn't believe in this child who was raised by him for three years.

Looking back at the extinguished lamp, he suddenly had a premonition that the end was approaching.

After driving Xie Li back to the room, Xie Wuyi picked up a white lantern and walked slowly to the front of Broken Water Villa.

The inscription on the basalt stone tablet came into view - the situation in the world is beyond my generation.

What can I do... Once I entered the rivers and lakes, time has passed.

Xie Wuyi passed by and stood up, but at this moment he felt that he was getting old.

Maybe people who are dying will become sentimental.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, making the lanterns shake constantly, the night is heavy, the bright moon is gradually covered by dark clouds, it seems that heavy rain is coming.

Xie Wuyi suddenly remembered that it was time to fulfill the three-year agreement.

However, that person has not come back.

He stood with a lamp when the wind and rain were about to come, and he did not see mountains and rivers in his eyes, nor did he return to people at night.