I practice ruthless way

There is no time for practice, only the year name in the world is used as a record. In the spring of the 37th year of Taiping, Yan Wushu went south to carry out an assassination mission.

That year, Yan Wushu was in the middle of Taixuan, and the realm of the assassination target was in Taixuan.If we talk about this point alone, it is actually nothing, but there are many people protecting this assassination target, and some of them are masters of hidden weapons and poisons.

Yan Wushu did not fail, he killed everyone on the other side with his own strength, and got the certificate and token.

But he was seriously injured. One of the knife wounds started from the left shoulder and went all the way down to the back of the right waist. The flesh and blood were bloody and the muscles and bones were broken. So timely, I am afraid that it will be in two halves on the spot.

This is a secret mission, and when Gushan is in chaos, no one can find out that the peak owner of Xueyi Peak is seriously injured. He must go to a hidden place to recover from his injuries. At that time, the closest and most reliable sect to him was Dazhao temple.

The Jokhang Temple under the night welcomed this guest, walked through the side door, and touched a certain courtyard from memory—this courtyard was quiet and secluded, and except for the novice who cleaned every day, few people set foot there.The person who lived here was a child he had rescued a few years ago.

The child has grown into a teenager, sitting under the window, the room is filled with starlight, and his eyes are extremely dark.His clothes are plain white, the sleeves are blown up and down by the Xiaofeng, it is Xiao Man.

The 19-year-old Xiao Man has not yet fully opened his eyebrows, but he can still see the handsome appearance of the future.

Xiao Man lowered his gaze and concentrated on reading the book in his hand. After finishing one page, when he was about to turn to the next page, he saw a black shadow flashing out of the window.This black lump had a strong smell of blood, probably not a good thing, so startled that Xiao Man got up immediately, picked up the vase under the window and smashed it.

A gust of wind passed by.

Yan Wushu was injured too badly, he couldn't avoid it, and was hit hard on the head.The vase shattered, and the fragments bounced on the ground, disturbing the starlight in the room.

He glanced at the fragments on the ground, gave a "hiss", raised his eyes, looked at Xiao Man, although the wound was painful, but still smiled: "I figured it out, little Phoenix, every time we meet, you must Do this for me."

"It's you?" Xiao Man recognized who this person was, his face panicked, he quickly hid his hands behind his back, stepped back half a step, and asked three times in a row: "Why did you come here? How could you be so seriously injured?" ? Shall I ask the abbot for you?"

Between the expressions, he was anxious to change the subject, but also worried.

"No hurry..." Yan Wushu laughed softly when he was teased by Xiao Man's appearance, never thinking about the wound on his chest, his expression changed.

Xiao Man's expression became more tense.

Yan Wushu gestured to him not to worry too much, to calm down for a while, took out a few bottles of medicine from Qiankun Ring, and said to Xiao Man, "Please help me with a medicine."

"Okay." Xiao Man responded quickly, lit the lamp in the room, and turned behind Yan Wushu.

The man's clothes were soaked in blood, Xiao Man found scissors, carefully cut off the wound, and then helped him clean up the coagulated blood scabs on his back.

It was fairly quick to do this, but when his eyes moved to the wound, he encountered difficulties. "The pieces of clothing in your wound." Xiao Man whispered.

Yan Wushu lowered his eyes: "Just use this pair of scissors to pick it off."

Xiao Man did as he did, his hands were light, and after picking a few places, he couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Yan Wushu whispered.

Xiao Man quickly noticed the second problem, his eyes were on his shocking wound, and his expression was a little sad: "Several pieces of your flesh are necrotic."

"Just cut off the rotten meat." Yan Wushu answered simply, and after finishing speaking, he took out a small knife from the Qiankun ring and handed it to Xiao Man behind him.Xiao Man took it, but didn't make a move for a while.

"It's okay, go ahead, if you don't deal with them, the wound won't heal." Yan Wushu smiled, and there was some encouragement in his words.

"Oh." Xiao Man's voice was low.

Xiao Man took two steps on his knees, moved closer to Yan Wushu, and carefully watched the hideous wound on the man's back. After a long time, he chose a place where there was not much rot.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Man stopped and asked Yan Wushu after the knife cut.

Yan Wushu broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, but he still said, "It doesn't hurt."

Xiao Man is not very good at this, he only cleaned up Yan Wushu's deepest wound after burning half of the candle.

His back was drenched with sweat, but he didn't realize it. He put down the knife and immediately asked Yan Wushu the order of applying the medicine. After getting an affirmative answer, he uncorked the bottle one by one and sprinkled the powder on the wound.

But when he picked up the gauze, he found that there was one more thing in this world that he didn't know.

"Your wound is so long, how do you wrap it up?" Xiao Man gestured with the gauze, feeling that it is not appropriate to wear it horizontally or vertically.

Yan Wushu said: "Wrap around the wound." His medicines are all specially made, and the effect comes quickly, and after a while, the pain is suppressed, and his speech is no longer so weak.

Hearing these words, Xiao Man felt that he seemed a little silly, and said "Oh" again.

He first unfolded the gauze, and gently pasted it along Yan Wushu's wound, then walked around in front of the man, with the gauze in his hand from top to bottom, across his shoulders, and back behind him.

"One layer is not enough, right?" Xiao Man asked seeing that the gauze was quickly stained with blood.

"Ah."

So Xiao Man took the gauze and circled Yan Wushu twice more.

Every time when he walked in front of Yan Wushu, Xiao Man would look up at him and observe his expression.Yan Wushu laughed when he saw it, and found that the child seemed to be very well-behaved.

The major injuries were treated, followed by the small and scattered wounds.

Not only the back, Xiao Man took good care of Yan Wushu's body, but whenever there was a wound, he cleaned up the rotten flesh and bandaged it with medicine. Since it was the first time to take care of such an injured person, by the end of the day, Yan Wushu's figure had gained two rounds of fat .

Xiao Man nodded, very satisfied.

It was already late at night, and he arranged Yan Wushu in the empty room next door. When he came back, he covered his face and yawned, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

Yan Wushu didn't leave just now, and he lived in the Jokhang Temple day by day.Xiao Man became more and more familiar with the technique of applying medicine and bandaging, and when he was playing, he would tie flowers for him.

After the spring flowers withered, Xia He withered. Later, the tree outside the window dropped its first dead leaf, and the quiet courtyard rarely welcomed guests.

The priest who served the way of heaven came here from Kirishima in the far east, and said that the heaven sent the two of them to marry.

When Xiao Man heard these words, he froze in the courtyard, thought over and over several times, and after confirming the meaning, he dared not look at Yan Wushu again, and stared down at the bluestone ground.

Because of this, even Priest Kirishima didn't know when he left.

And this autumn's first fallen leaf was blown up by the wind, whirled and flew out of the courtyard wall, and disappeared.

"The Way of Heaven..." Yan Wushu raised his head and looked at the sky, his voice was very soft.

But his voice was like a thunderclap in Xiao Man's ear, bringing Xiao Man back to his soul instantly.

Xiao Man raised his head, but still didn't look at Yan Wushu.

"Little Phoenix." Yan Wushu called out in a low voice.

Xiao Man responded vaguely with a "hmm".

"What do you think?" Yan Wushu asked after looking at Xiao Man.

Xiao Man lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then threw the question back: "What about you?"

"Look at you." Yan Wushu said.

Doesn't this bring the problem back?And what is "look at me"?Xiao Man finally turned around, met Shang Yan Wushu's gaze, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yan Wushu rolled his eyes and smiled, and said slowly: "Whether you follow this arrangement is up to you."

"Then if I don't agree, wouldn't I be dragging you to go against the law of heaven with me?" Xiao Man said softly, then looked away, and said in a softer voice: "I am willing."

"Are you serious?" There was a little surprise hidden in Yan Wushu's words.

To Xiao Man's ears, it was Yan Wushu who was questioning, with a bit of displeasure on his face, he turned his head to look back, stared at him seriously, and said, "Because I like you."

"I like you, so I agreed." Xiao Man said again.

The young man's eyes were shining with sunlight, his eyes were clear and bright.Yan Wushu looked at him and did not speak for a long time.

The wind in the yard stopped and started again, Yan Wushu twirled the folding fan around his fingers, moved closer to Xiao Man, and asked, "Why do you like it?"

In Xiao Man's eyes, these words are still questionable.He squinted his eyes, and thought to himself whether you want this marriage or not, if you don't agree, it's nothing more than against the sky, he snorted coldly, threw off his sleeves, turned his head and walked into the room.

Yan Wushu couldn't help smiling, strode forward, caught up with Xiao Man, grabbed him and asked: "Then you will follow me back to Gushan?"

What he meant was that if Xiao Man liked the Jokhang Temple more, it would be fine to stay here.But Xiao Man made a mistake and asked him, "Now?"

But this kind of comprehension can be regarded as giving Yan Wushu an answer.Yan Wushu snorted and said with a smile: "In two or three days."

"Oh." Xiao Man lowered his eyes, turned his head, and continued to walk into the house, "Okay."

Such words set the life of two people, which is a little rash, but it is a decree from heaven, which cannot be more solemn.

Xiao Man was very nervous in his heart, and after half a month of preparation, he bid farewell to everyone in the Jokhang Temple and followed Yan Wushu to Gushan.

Gushan is just at the beginning of chaos when a new ruler is succeeding.The previous head didn't ascend, but passed away. He had to stay in mourning for three years up and down the lonely mountain.

In addition, Xiao Man is still young, and the decision made by a young man on impulse may be regretted after a few years, so Yan Wushu was not in a hurry to marry Xiao Man, and after some discussion, the joint registration ceremony It is scheduled for the spring of three years later.

Xueyi Peak is very wide, Yan Wushu asked Xiao Man to pick a place he likes on the peak, and built a yard for him.

After Xiao Man moved in, his life was the same as when he was in the Jokhang Temple. He just read books, read Buddhist scriptures, and practiced archery.Yan Wushu found some travel notes and miscellaneous books for him. After reading them, Xiao Man got inspiration from somewhere and started planting flowers.

This kind of life is very leisurely, Yan Wushu said that Xiao Man seems to be living in seclusion, it is better to call this place a hermitage, Xiao Man did not have much opinion, and nodded in agreement.

He planted many flowers in the yard, watered and pruned the branches by himself.One day, he heard Yan Wushu complain that this year's tea was not very good, so he deliberately set aside a corner of the courtyard and planted two tea trees.

Wait until the spring of the third year when the entire courtyard is covered with flowers, and the registration ceremony begins.

Wear red on the big day.Xiao Man took off his white clothes, put on a fiery scarlet robe, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Wushu under the glow that seemed to be burning.

There was a sound of joy, the clouds were shining brightly, surrounded by guests from all walks of life, Xiao Man's dark eyes were bent into fans, the bottom of his eyes was full of light, and his smile was bright.

After the vows were exchanged and the wine was finished, from then on, on Xueyi Peak, there was always someone waiting for Yan Wushu.

until--

He never waited for his time again.

It was the phoenix fire that burned away the snow in the mountains, and the white clothes turned into desolate souls, ending with a beautiful elegy.

In the end.