Peach Wood Sword

It was a period of peace and prosperity that had not been seen for many years.

Although the old emperor was fatuous and incompetent, he only spent his days drinking and drinking, but he was not completely a fool, at least he had educated a new emperor who was good at martial arts.

As soon as the new emperor came to power, he immediately waved his sleeves and started political reform.In less than a year, the entire mainland has been well-governed and people are harmonious, and all wastes are prosperous.The new emperor paid special attention to the development of alchemy and other spells, and also encouraged the trade of magic tools. The status of alchemists and mages has been significantly improved, and they are all happy from ear to ear, a prosperous scene.

The auspicious snowfall is an auspicious sign, which is a good harvest year.On New Year's Eve, every household is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there is a big feast. The aftermath of the war is hard to find. People are living in an ideal Utopia, rich and happy.

Another spring, a regular customer came to the restaurant next to the small cemetery.

Raising his hand to lift the door curtain, the visitor attracted many curious eyes as soon as he stood in the tavern.I saw his eyebrows like ink strokes, his face like nephrite jade, his face was clear and handsome, he was dressed in white, he lifted his clothes, holding a thick book, sitting in a small chair by the table, looking at the proprietress with smiling eyes, and said softly Said: "Madam, please warm up a pot of wine."

The proprietress was so happy seeing this handsome young master, she quietly admired the gentleman Yan Ruyu while warming the wine, and said, "Is the guest officer going to visit your father again?"

The young master nodded his chin lightly, smiled gently at the proprietress, and then looked out the window to see the peaches and apricots.

On that bleak dawn last year, he did not use the levitation technique, but carried his adoptive father's lifeless body from the battlefield to the wine shop step by step.

That road must be the longest distance in this life. He walked with fear and trepidation as if he had passed away, and he walked like a pilgrimage.The drizzle in the Qingming season kept drifting, forming a misty circle around his body.The adoptive father in his arms is heavy, a weight he can never let go.

He ordered a bowl of wine, and swallowed it all with a cold heart. The boy's heart was broken, and the coldness on his cheeks was both salty and sweet, and he couldn't tell whether it was wine or tears.

It was the proprietress who kindly opened the door curtain and went out to help him call the guy from the nearby Yizhuang, bought a peach wood coffin, and took care of the funeral.

The young man didn't give up, and always felt that his adoptive father would still sit up with a smile and pat his forehead at some point, scolding him as a brat, so he urged him to cast a spell to preserve the corpse, and fixed his adoptive father forever in a peaceful state. look.

That move now appears redundant.

The young man drank the sake in the bowl in one gulp, a few clusters of blush appeared on his pale face, he got up from the table, and nodded to the proprietress: "Grandpa, farewell."

He personally buried the celestial master under an ancient peach tree. At this moment, blown by the slightly drunk spring breeze, dots of petals swirled down to the world, falling one by one on the young man's shoulders and hair tips.

"Dad, I'm here to see you."

The boy's usually quiet eyes finally became turbulent for a moment. He leaned forward, not caring that the dirt under his knees would stain his white clothes, and gently hugged Yuliang's tombstone, as if he wanted to give some heat from his arms to his body in the freezing cold. People from Huangquan.

Then he slowly retracted his arms and straightened up, his expression suddenly became serious and serious.

"I read your diary," he said, shaking the thick leather book in his hand. "Your language is very cryptic, but I read a lot of books, and I guessed everything about what happened. ten."

"You heard what I said, right?"

"In the scuffle more than ten years ago, you had no hope of winning, so you sneaked up to the evil spirits alone, temporarily sealed the hands and feet of the evil spirits with a premeditated formation, and weighed the weight in your hands, threatening them I want to sign a blood oath with you, otherwise I will break up the form they have finally formed."

"Actually, you have no weight at all. Everything is just a deception carefully designed by yourself. You are really not afraid of death, father."

"But that monster born out of the mud really has a limited IQ, and was frightened by your coercion and lure, and obediently lived in your body." The boy's eyes suddenly became almost fierce, and he continued sharply, " Have you ever thought that if the evil spirits turn back, you will have nowhere to go? There are so many mage alchemists on the mainland, do you regard their abilities as worthless?"

"My lord father, you really like to be a hero, but you ended up being so lame."

"Later, you realized that the situation was out of control, so you turned on the lamp to study the oldest and darkest book, and finally found a way to temporarily seal the evil spirit in your soul. Father, do you know that when you go to the doctor in a sudden illness, the note you made Yes, voodoo lurking, in the end you will bury yourself in the abyss beyond redemption."

The young man paused for a while, rubbed his hands lightly on the worn-out book cover, raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and his voice suddenly became gentle: "You said in your diary one day that when you saw the stone I gave you, you suddenly felt a little regretful about yourself. After signing the blood oath, wouldn't it be a blessing to watch me grow up day by day?"

"However, when you changed your writing style, you brought up important family and country affairs in a dignified way." The young man looked at the tombstone erected quietly, dumbfounded, "My father, I have never misread it all this time. No matter how much love you have, And I won’t be heroic.”

"You have never admitted that I am your son, because you are afraid that one day you will be backlashed and harm the people, and even sit down to me. And you have been refining that mahogany sword since you signed the blood contract, and decided to give it to me After I got the sword, I rejoiced, but I didn’t know that you sealed Zhiyang’s positive spell in it, so I was afraid that I would lose my mind and accidentally hurt me. If there was a mistake, I would kill you with my sword.”

"So when you gave me this sword and said 'kill demons and eliminate demons', you actually wanted me to kill my father?"

"You are so cruel, more poisonous than snakes and scorpions."

"What happened later..." The young man choked for a moment, his eyes flickered a few times, and he gritted his teeth and smiled sadly, "It just happened to meet your prediction. You are as good at predicting things as you are, and you are as clever as you—"

"It's always me who is kept in the dark."

The fresh green sprouting from the side of the peach tree rustled and buzzed like being pulled by the wind, as if someone deep in the underworld was sighing heavily.The young man sighed, knelt down in front of the tomb, bowed three times, and turned around to take the diary casually spread beside the tomb.

He suddenly froze.

The spring breeze that blows seems to be slender and gentle, turning over the old and yellowed blank pages, and stopping at the final chapter. At the bottom of the page, there is a small line written stroke by stroke in the thin and sharp handwriting of the celestial master. No small words.

The boy's body trembled, and he leaned over to read the handwriting carefully, and then he was stunned like a thunderclap, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak a word, the flying flowers in front of him gradually blurred, and he tasted the salty taste after a while.

I saw those words standing on the paper with peach petals in the corner, but they were like seals carved on the thick dusty years——

"Even if everything returns to ruins, destroyed by the darkness in my heart—"

"I still love you too."