Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Shen Fang's life has come to an unexpected point.In a certain sense, he is no stranger to Zhuang Li's mixed feeling of "fascination" and "nostalgia", but the last time he felt this feeling was when he first came into contact with the sword. when.The anecdotes that people in the Jianghu would occasionally bring up after dinner about his childish nonsense when he was a child may be embellished, but they are not nonsense.

Knowing the sword at the age of three, acquiring the sword at the age of four, playing the sword at the age of seven to vibrate Qingyin's sword intent...

At the age of 14, out of curiosity and the natural reaction of his well-developed body, he tried self-blasphemy for the first time, but within a few days, he was able to suppress the instinctive desire of his mature body and focus on the pursuit of kendo.Since then, he has regarded Yiweijian as a confidant.After learning about the complicated emotional entanglement between the senior senior brother, the second senior brother and the junior junior sister, he only felt that there was nothing more troublesome than this in the world.

But when he stared into Zhuang Li's eyes under the witness of the bright starry night, he felt the fascination of the first time he danced a sword when he was a child again, and his whole body and mind were unconsciously attracted to Zhuang Li's side.At this time, he wanted to understand and get close to Zhuang Li, just like he wanted to understand everything about swordsmanship back then.

He scratched the surface, only to realize that there are traces of everything: his tolerance and generosity to Zhuang Li when he embraced Xiashan Mountain; care and consideration.He even gave Zhuang Li the close-fitting dagger.Let Zhuang Li go several times, perhaps with intuitive resistance.

——Perhaps as early as the first time I saw Zhuang Li, he was already lying under the clear pool that was sometimes cold and sometimes burning.Shen Fang, who knew nothing about human love, didn't realize the danger of the undercurrent until the moment the embankment burst.

A sword can break the life and death of the flesh and blood, but it cannot break the love and delusion.

After a night of torment, when Dongfang became white, Shen Fang accepted this reality with half calmness and half compromise.The problem right now is that Zhuang Li is not an artifact, but a living person, and Shen Fang can't manipulate and control it according to his own will and mood.So, should he expect something, or should he dissolve himself?

"My family married me on the side of the sky, and entrusted me to the king of Wusun in a foreign country.

A burst of singing pulled Shen Fang's mind back, and Zhuang Li beside him had already rolled up the bamboo curtain, facing the willow trees on the side of the road that kept receding, and softly sang exotic songs.

They have left Fengpu County for a day and a night.

Zhuang Li sang melodiously, and the desolation of homesickness faded a bit.In the morning light, his side face seemed to be stained with a touch of golden light, like the frost in the forest, and the warmth of his hands melted away.

It was a side face that Shen Fang could never tire of seeing.Perfect jawline, slender and white neck.He only glanced at it, and there were thousands of blue butterflies flying in his heart.Immediately afterwards, all the butterflies turned into a tidal wave roaring in the chest and rolled onto the reef.

The distracted Shen Fang tried his best to focus on the singing.

"I'm always thinking about the soil, and my heart hurts, and I wish to return to my hometown for Huang Hu."

The delicate Adam's apple trembled slightly like a flower bud blown by the spring breeze.

Shen Fang looked away in a panic, and picked up the Yiwei sword at his feet.The cool touch of the metal brought him back to a bit of clarity.He secretly thought in his heart: If possible, Shen Fang hopes that there will be another Shen Fang and another Zhuang Li in this world, riding horses together without any worries in the beautiful spring.Not in this carriage that was originally used to cover up.

Zhuang Li sang to himself, ignorant of the thoughts of the people beside him.After one song, Shen Fang asked: "Is this the ballad of the Northern Wilderness?"

"It is said that it was sung by Princess Liang who married to the Northern Wilderness many years ago, and almost everyone can sing a few words later."

Shen Fang said with a faint smile: "You sang very cheerfully, it seems that this song is not what it should be."

Zhuang Li shrugged and blinked playfully, "Maybe, it is said that she also fell in love with it in the end."

Shen subconsciously blurted out: "Why?"

"Who knows, people's hearts will always change, love today, resent tomorrow, and vice versa, isn't it?"

"Maybe she just accepted the fact that she is no longer the princess of one dynasty, but the queen of another dynasty."

Zhuang Li shrugged, "Indulging in the past is not what a living person should do after all."

Shen Fang was stunned when he heard the words, and calmed down: Zhuang Li, who was displaced since childhood, is indeed much more sober and realistic sometimes. It is childish and useless for him to care about the love of his children at this moment.What's more, he didn't even fully understand the purpose of Zhuang Li accompanying him to send the sword manual.

"It's you, seeing you these two days, you are so out of your mind, what are you thinking, Master Shen?"

Shen Fang was surprised, he didn't expect Zhuang Liquan to see it, and he wanted to explain when his thoughts aroused, but he heard the driver scream.

"What happened?"

The singing stopped abruptly, Shen Fang lifted the curtain and came out, thinking that someone was blocking the way, but saw many people lying on the side of the road ahead, some of them were howling and twisting.

Judging by the attire of those people and the weapons they carry, they are obviously from the martial arts world.

"Park on the side of the road." Shen Fang ordered.

"It may be done by the green forest along the way..." the coachman reminded uneasily.

"Don't panic, stop."

Before the car stopped, Shen Fang jumped down and looked around at the mess.Zhuang Li had already poked his head out and looked for a long time, "Did you see what's going on? Who were they hurt by?"

Shen Fang asked the middle-aged swordsman closest to him, "The young master asks you, by whom did you all get hurt?"

"You, who are you?"

"It's sinking."

The man's expression changed, he noticed the sword on Shen Fang's back, and he was sure of it.The other wailing people even stopped shouting, and Qi Qi looked over, "Young Master Shen!"

"Be polite...why, are all of you trying to grab the sword manual for me?"

"Exactly! We heard that people from Wuxianglou have returned to Lanzhou!"

How did they know that Wuxianglou got the sword manual?

Shen Fang thought about it calmly, and heard another person say: "... We heard that the people from Wuxianglou took the sword manual from Bi Luodao, so we came here early, but we were attacked by them from the dark .”

"Master Shen, quickly release the acupuncture points for us!" Seeing Shen Fang walking slowly back to the carriage, one of them couldn't help shouting.

Shen Fang wondered, "Everyone is helping each other out of good intentions, but the road ahead is dangerous. For the sake of everyone's wealth and life, please forgive me for being helpless."

"Hmph, I'm afraid Mr. Shen is worried that after getting back the sword manual, we will stop us from going on the road!"

Shen Fang smiled slightly and didn't argue, "You won't be fatally injured. After an hour, you will be able to move around freely. Remember to take the medicine." After that, he left the Jinchuang medicine with him on the side of the road, regardless of the ups and downs of " Mr. Shen", urging the coachman to hurry.

"It seems that someone is ahead of us again." Shen Fang asked the driver again, "How long is it to Lanzhou?"

"After crossing the stone bridge ahead, we will arrive at Zhuoluyuan."

Next, when he saw injured martial arts practitioners along the way, Shen Fang just threw the few remaining Jinchuang medicines by the side of the road and did not get off the car again.

Zhuang Li jokingly said: "Young Master Shen is good at giving these hypocritical little favors."

Shen Fang raised his eyebrows, disapproving, but he didn't defend himself.

"Aren't they dead?" Zhuang Li asked suddenly.

"Who?" Shen Fang didn't react for a while.

"The real escorts of the White Horse Escort."

"Why do you ask that?"

Zhuang Li turned his head and looked at Shen Fang, "I've figured it out in the past few days, you are a good person, and good people will do unnecessary things when they are in a dilemma."

Shen Fang's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to scratch the tip of his nose, "You guessed it again, and it took a lot of effort to save them, but this is not my decision alone..."

Zhuang Li looked at Shen Fang thoughtfully and smiled, which made Shen Fang a little guilty.Shen Fang said another way: "Have you ever thought about how these people would know that Wuxianglou got the sword manual?"

Zhuang Li nodded, "Maybe someone followed us in Fengshan at that time."

"It could have been told by the woman I met at the waterfall."

Zhuang Li said lightly: "If that's the case, she is probably no longer in this world."

Shen Fang heard the self-blame in Zhuang Li's voice, and frowned, "Don't worry, we just guessed casually. At that time, we never thought that someone would want to kill her. Moreover, if we trace the source, it was she who was involved. In the matter of the sword manual."

"Whether it's eavesdropping or forcing questions, there is an extra person involved." Zhuang Li met Shen Fang's eyes, "I have a guess."

"Coincidentally, I also have one..." Shen Fang looked at Zhuang Li, but panicked in his heart, "You're talking about the woman who stopped Qin Ling and the other, right? Her identity is indeed suspicious."

For a while, I still can't pretend that nothing happened.Shen Fang sighed silently.

"You really don't know who she is, so why did she help you?"

Hearing Zhuang Li's implication, he seemed to believe that he had something to do with that woman, but he didn't want to say it out. Shen Fang said angrily, "Don't think I don't know what nonsense you are thinking. Although she is about the same age as us, maybe It's because of the old friendship between the ancestors and the Shen family, and the help is only for the sake of the villa, why do you think it's for me?" Shen Fang thought of the murals in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and the mysterious woman might have lost martial arts, but he didn't know I remember seeing flowering branches on it.

Shen Fang looked at Zhuang Li, and suddenly thought that the other party's illusion Hantanying is a weird martial art, and said: "Why can't you help me, don't you also want me to bring the sword book into the palace? Maybe Your master knows her."

"This..." Zhuang Li was taken aback, "But she keeps calling her 'Master Shen'."

"It's just a cover-up." Shen Fang said deliberately, "Your master is the master of Yanzhi Mountain, and she mentioned that there is a distinguished master. It's not a coincidence..."

Zhuang Li closed his mouth and looked out the window, not speaking.

Shen Fang looked at Zhuang Li who was a little angry, smiled secretly in his heart, shook his head, pulled out the wild snow sword, and put his palm on the blade, letting the cold sword intent of the wild snow sword reach his heart.

The author has something to say: The song comes from "Remaining Stories of the Western Regions", the story of Xijun, the niece of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who married Wusun King