[Grass Gold] The king does not see the king

Watching Amakusa go away, Jin Kanzi forced himself not to think about the ease and comfort of these days, not to think about the phrase "Do you have a heart after all" that has been lingering in his ears, and not to think about Amakusa's disappointment when he left. eyes...

The wind blew slowly, blowing away the smell of blood around, the sun was shining brightly, so bright that people dare not look directly at it, like those eyes full of expectation, shining brightly, making people unable to bear to disappoint.

It was already noon when Jin Yuanshu arrived with his subordinates, Jin Kanzi was sitting alone under the tree, not knowing what he was thinking, but his expression was rare and gentle.After walking in, I found that Jin Kanzi was playing with a short knife.

Jin Yuanshu stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Senior brother."

"En." Jin Kanzi responded lightly, suppressed his smile, and put the dagger away properly.

Jin Yuanshu couldn't help being a little surprised, when did his ruthless senior brother care about such things.

Jin Kanzi pretended not to see Jin Yuanshu's reaction, and put his hands behind his back, a sense of oppression came from him, aggressive.This is Yu Jizi's most capable disciple, the long-renowned Jin Kanzi, who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands with rain, captured Yunlu Xianju, and made countless people tremble with fear... instead of sitting leisurely in Pingyao Town Gu Xi, who tells fortunes and looks at people, is not Gu Xi who coquettishly complains about the pain of medicine with Amakusa...

Jin Kanzi only had the world in his heart, and as Gu Xifeng's last bit of weakness, he didn't erase it, but forced it away.Since then, the wilderness is boundless, probably we will never see each other again?

In the tea shop and wine shop, some people were chatting lively about the lone swordsman in black clothes and red hair, holding a sword in his arms, walking around the world, he was really chic; Kanzi, who is afraid, hates and admires all of them, is the only one who can inherit the mantle of his master Yujizi.

Amakusa listened funny, but that person admired his master the most, if he heard these people talking about Yu Jizi, it would be another tragedy.

After drinking, Amakusa walked through the familiar broad roads and narrow alleys, wandered around, and finally stopped in front of the broken thatched hut at the outermost part of the town.The two old wooden doors can't even withstand the gust of wind, let alone Amakusa, a martial arts practitioner.It's just that he remembered Jin Kanzi's words: "Don't come to my house." At that time, he wanted to say "Isn't that my home?", but it was even more embarrassing to say it, so he simply shut up.Later I heard from the mayor that the owner of this house passed away decades ago, leaving a little baby in the world, and later even the little baby disappeared.It turned out that this was really his home, when he was still called Gu Xifeng, before he met Yu Jizi.

Jumping onto the old tree growing in the yard, Amakusa drank the wine one by one, his eyes wandering in the yard.

The small dried fish made for Jin Kanzi was still drying in the yard, but it had been too long. If Amakusa hadn't stacked it with his own hands, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to recognize what the dark lump was.The traces of the night's battle remained everywhere, the small horse and the small wooden table that Jin Kanzi put out of the stall were all destroyed, Amakusa moved his fingers, and finally held back.Jin Kanzi probably won't use these things again.

Looking at them one by one, the details of life with Jin Kanzi can be traced back to the time when they were together in Yunlu Xianju, which is vivid in my mind.The young man's gorgeous face is still in front of his eyes, and his brows and eyes are frowning, which has become a scenery that he will never forget in his life.

Drinking half a jug of wine with memories, Amakusa fell asleep in a daze.When he woke up again, it was already late at night, and the pattering rain had poured him from head to toe.

Turning over and jumping off the tree, Amakusa strolled in the rainy night with the jug in hand, but this time, no Gu Meiren let him pick it up again.