Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Luoyang City.At the beginning of the spring rain, the willows are newly green, swaying gracefully in the refreshing morning breeze.

On the main street leading to the imperial city, the mighty iron cavalry cleared away the crowd and lined up in a row, leaving a spacious and tidy passage in the middle of the street.

The outer corridors of the Lousi Pagoda Pavilion are crowded with people, colorful and full of onlookers.Countless people in Luoyang are eagerly looking forward to seeing the heroic figure of the young swordsman who came from Qingzhou thousands of miles away.

The people didn't show up for a long time, they waited a little anxiously, each of them said something, although they talked in a low voice, but there were so many people, they made a faint sound like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

They thought that they were just the young masters of a Jianghu sect, and might not be as good as the seventh-rank officials of the imperial capital, but looking at this posture, they looked like foreigners coming to court and offering gifts, so they were surprised , and curious.

The ladies' moods were even more complicated—they were obviously concerned about the young swordsman, but they forced themselves to be calm and calm, their brows brushed lightly, their lips pursed lightly, and they controlled how often they looked towards the end of the long street, lest they be seen through.

A talkative person said: "I heard that the young village owner's journey is extremely difficult. Not only the wind, meals and night, but also beware of the worries of bandits along the way."

"He's the son of a martial arts family, so what's so scary about a mere thief."

"That's not necessarily the case. How did I hear that this son is weak and sick, and inherited from his father. It was my father who was about to die that sent him to Beijing instead of his father."

One person showed a secretive smile, and the others caught a glimpse of it, and couldn't help asking: "You kid, where did you know what?"

The man kept his mouth shut, denying it again and again, and finally "couldn't stand up" to the softness and hardness of others, and said in a low voice, "I heard that this son's father is not the owner of the villa..."

Although the ladies upstairs were sitting upright, they were betrayed by the blush on their faces.

She pricked up her ears.

"Who could that be..." Accompanied by a few exclamations.

"What do you think, who else could it be?"

A group of officers and soldiers passed by in front of the building, and the sound stopped abruptly, but everyone's daydreams continued, like a transparent bubble shining brightly in the sun, getting bigger and bigger.

At the end of the long street, a group of people kneeled in front of a lonely ginkgo tree, to be precise, they were kneeling behind one person.

The man in splendid and luxurious clothes didn't say a word, let them kneel down, and stood under the tree by himself, raising his head.I don't know whether I am looking at the sky or looking at the tree.

This is a ginkgo tree that has lived for a long time in Luoyang City. It is older than the Daliang Dynasty. It has witnessed the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties and experienced the ups and downs of this city for thousands of years.

Finally, he had seen enough, and a cruel smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

In his hand was a royal gifted sword, the scabbard was inlaid with jade, and the tassel was made of gold thread - he accepted the sword peacefully last night and knelt down to thank Long En.

He flew into the luxurious carriage and sat outside according to the imperial envoy's order—so that Luoyang could see him and the whole world could see him.

"I want everyone in the world to know that Shen Fang sent Chunqiu Nineteen into the palace in Xiashan Villa, and I want to share this joy with the people in the world."

The avenue is as straight as a hair, and the spring is auspicious.The noble son of Wuling, both of them called Yuke.

In front of the carriage, eight fine horses trotted steadily.There are expensive jade pendants hanging on their chests, and when they run, they jingle and jingle along the way, showing the heroic posture and vitality of the people on the carriage.

The people who had been waiting for a long time finally saw the young swordsman. Where the carriage passed by, cheers and applause scattered like heat waves, resounding through the sky, and Luoyang City boiled.

The lady showed a contented expression, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help turning up—how ​​this person fits the image of a knight in the rivers and lakes she imagined.

From a long distance, the sharpness of the young swordsman's eyebrows and eyes made them dizzy.

Those thin lips, ruthless and cold - what kind of woman would he fall in love with, and why would he leave her?

In their minds, a series of poignant and unpredictable stories are being staged, but soon, the protagonist of the story is gone, leaving them with a graceful figure.This back view will consume them for several months, maybe several years, and after they marry and become wives, they will gradually forget... In a certain year in the future, when they walk in the spring fields, they may reappear in a single thought. Think of that too vague young back.

Facing the cheering ocean, he was the only one who remained unmoved, with a calm expression. In the shadow of hanging his head for a moment, a resolute cold light appeared in his eyes.

……

Shangyang Palace by the Luoshui River was the place chosen to meet Shen Fang.

Qi Di was wearing court clothes and a golden crown on his head. On that resolute face, the direction of every inch of muscle was extremely clear.The owner of the body is precisely controlling everything about him, with his chin raised slightly, he inadvertently looks at the young man kneeling in front of him with his eyes that are used to looking down on all living beings.

The swordsman lowered his young head deeply, and humbly pressed his forehead to the mirror-like ground. He seemed to pay him utmost respect and reverence, but he also looked at the other party quietly.

Is this the king of a country?

Even though there was a distance, the oppression and majesty of the emperor was like a dragon's flame, like a scorching sun, which still made him sweat.

He wanted to do something, but he knew very well that in this resplendent palace, it seemed that only he, the emperor, the historian and the court ladies were present, but in fact, there were incalculable shadow guards hidden.Outside the hall, calamus was flying long, and the reeds and grasses formed the shore of Luoshui, surrounded by three layers of powerful guards, and the roof was covered with archers.

Therefore, although he wanted to do something at this time, he couldn't do anything.

"Why are you here?"

Qi Di opened his mouth, and the voice echoed in the palace, his voice was deep and terrifying.As the envoy said last night, Qi Di would be the first to ask him why he came—naturally, Yongxia Villa offered the sword manual to serve Daliang.

He heard the historian beside him start to write, the brushing sound made by the soft pen.

"The sword should be presented to the emperor, and those who do not obey their orders will be cut off."

According to the envoy's explanation, he said clearly word by word.

The condescending Qi Di nodded slightly, and asked again, "A few days ago, there was a raging sword glow coming from the west, have you ever seen it?"

This question was not told to him by the envoy.His heart sank, but he was not nervous, and said truthfully:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it was my father who told me to leave Luoyang quickly."

"Oh?" Qi Di showed a puzzled expression, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Since it is the emperor's order, why do you have to leave?"

Qi Di's eyes showed a bit of amusement, "I heard that you are a bit obstinate in practicing swords. Is it because of your obstinate temperament that you choose this way? Is there any other reason?"

He was silent for two seconds, and carefully said his words, "My father is favored by a sage, it is a great blessing, but he gave me the opportunity to enter the palace, I should cherish it."

"Indeed, it's a pity that Shen Yucheng understood it at the time, but he doesn't understand it now. He thought he was benevolent to me, but he didn't know that I was the benefactor."

Qi Di suddenly mentioned that year, the historian's hand holding the pen stopped suddenly, and continued writing.

He listened to Qi Di's words, but he became curious about what the historian wrote.

"Your father refused to see me and sent you here, but when the end came, he backtracked and wanted you to..." He suddenly paused, "Will your mother let you deliver the sword manual?"

"Although mother is reluctant, she still agrees to come down to give the sword manual."

Qi Di was silent, and said quickly, "You raise your head and let me see."

He raised his head slowly.With a distance of a hundred steps, Qi Di could only vaguely see the outline of the facial features.

"I can indeed see her...his shadow." Qi Di said lightly.

"The national teacher originally wanted to see you and plead guilty to you, but was held back by the situation in Cangzhou and couldn't get away. However, it will not take a few days."

He pressed his forehead to the ground again, respectfully.There were several faint movements in the air, like dew in the morning, dripping on the banana leaves, no one in the hall noticed.

Qi Di suddenly realized, "It turns out that you must have misunderstood my intentions because of the fact that the national teacher hurt you rashly..."

He frowned, very displeased, and didn't say anything, but obviously, it wasn't a reward waiting for Lu Hongyue to come back.

"The sword manual is on your body?"

"The sword manual is on me, and I can present it in person at any time, but I still have a doubt. I don't know if the sage can help me."

Qi Di raised his eyebrows, and the historian suddenly felt the pressure, and sweated for the young man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

"ask."

There were several puffs again.It was as if someone puffed up their cheeks, pursed their mouth, and pushed out a breath from the mouth.

"Can the Holy One practice swords?"

Qi Di silently looked at Shen Fang on the ground, and said lightly, "You want to know if I want to practice the nineteenth year of Spring and Autumn? How old do you think I am now?"

Seeing the young man prostrate on the ground in fear, Qi Di smiled and continued, "I want the world of Liang to have only the emperor's teacher, and only the emperor's sword. Why do you need to practice the sword yourself?"

"People like you have some resentment, I know it." He leaned forward and said in a gentle voice, "So, I hope you stay in the palace and can understand everything I have done for your father. , everything is right, everything..."

"It's all for a peaceful and prosperous world."

The sound of many fish jumping out and falling back into the water came from outside the hall.Qi Di frowned, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the palace gate. He spent a lot of time in Shangyang Palace, and it was impossible for the sound of fish jumping in Luoshui to reach this Shangyang Palace.

The historian stopped writing, and also turned his head to look outside the hall. His wrist holding the pen was slightly raised, revealing the snow-white tip of the pen—it was not dipped in ink.

A loud cry came from the direction of Luoshui.The originally calm water surface set off waves of golden water waves one after another.The figures like cold iron were densely packed, and they trudged on the shallows step by step. Behind them, more figures emerged from the water.

A group of dead soldiers ambushing on the other side of the Luoshui River have already swam across!

Qi Di's expression at this time was seen by the young swordsman in the center of the hall. The latter was chilled, and a voice in his heart shouted:

"He knows everything, he really knows everything!"

At this time, the tall man had stepped into the hall with a long black iron knife in his hand. His clothes were soaked, and the tip of the knife was covered with blood. Wherever he walked, there were shocking traces of blood and water.

He had indeed walked a bloody road to get here.

"The spring breeze is like cold iron, worrying about killing Amber River."

After finishing speaking, Huyan Dongliu raised his saber and jumped out, leaping over the young swordsman who was still kneeling on the ground, a few drops of hot blood spattered on the latter's pale face.

The once beautiful and peaceful shore of Luoshui, outside the long pavilion, is now full of blood, and countless corpses are lying in the smoky vines, covered with blood holes the size of copper coins.In front of the absolutely crushing force and impact of the Shadowless Bow, even though he was wearing armor, he was still naked.

This feeling, this scene, this killing, this silence, is just like the Amber River back then.