ink blade

Chu Yan didn't know where he was.

He seemed to be overturned by a huge wave on the cold seabed of the past, sinking, sinking, unable to breathe or make a sound.

He seemed to be able to feel the moonlight shining in front of his eyes, and the petals of pear blossoms rustled in front of his eyes.But the eyes are blurred.

His qi and blood were retrograde, and his lungs were churned into a ball. In this pain, his mind, which had been chaotic for several years, seemed to suddenly clear up.Many fuzzy memories popped up, disturbing endlessly.

... Sometimes he would feel that in his previous life, he seemed to want to redeem something.

In the third year when he met Bai Hua, his relationship with Mo Ren had clearly turned cold, but he had always had a strange stubbornness.I'd rather keep this person by my side every day and be angry than let him go.

So entangled and entangled, several tortures passed for four years.Until Mo Ren assassinated Bai Hua, he abolished his dantian with his own hands in a rage, but spared his life.

After entering the side hall, he went to see the ink blade, and every time he broke up unhappy.

He finally chose not to ignore it anymore.

That's it... another nearly three years.

Afterwards, Bai Hua also said several times that he didn't mean what he meant, or hinted at him through other people's mouths that he should completely get rid of the ink blade to avoid future troubles.

This is reasonable, a subordinate who blatantly disobeyed the master's order and assassinated the mistress is also a useless person whose martial arts are useless, what's the use of keeping it?

But he didn't answer, obviously he had lost himself in his love for Bai Hua, but he still didn't give that last nod.

Only this matter became the only thing he never let go of in front of Bai Hua until his death.

Therefore, until he saw the corpse of the ink blade in his previous life, he still felt that he was "extremely benevolent".

——But how ridiculous it is to think about it, if he is really benevolent to Mo Ren, where do the countless scars on that pale and thin corpse come from! ?

——What Qiujin said in the previous life, all kinds of humiliation and torture, all kinds of sickness and misery, where did it come from! ?

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly woke up——

All from his stupidity.

Chu Yan seemed to see the dark sword light of that year and that month, filled with blood mist, and was blindfolded.

It was he who used the long sword bestowed on the ink blade back then, to stab into the guard's lower abdomen forcefully, and ruthlessly stirred with the violently poured internal force.Flesh is bloody, and the dantian is completely destroyed.

And Mo Ren just stared at him blankly... blankly... without any resistance.It was just that before he passed out from the pain, in his hazy consciousness, he called out "Master" in a broken voice.

At this moment, those dazed eyes seemed to be still looking at him, and the soft voice of the Lord seemed to be still echoing in his ears.

It made Chu Yan feel heartbroken and heartbroken.

Back then, how could he be able to do it...

How come...you can do it...

I saw again, the Mid-Autumn Festival jade plate of that year and that month.

It was a festive season when he first came to Piandian to meet the ink blade.It took the man a long time to arrive, but he couldn't even kneel down in front of him.Bai Hua smiled and wanted to reward him with a box of mooncakes, but the ink blade couldn't hold it, and the mooncakes in the box fell to the ground.

He became angry, and angrily accused Mo Ren of deliberately bullying Bai Hua and trampling on Bai Hua's sincerity.

——But thinking about it now, how could it be intentional? With Mo Ren's temperament, how could he deliberately do such a childish act of anger! ?

He was obviously cut off by someone, and he was in so much pain! !

How can I not find out...

If I could find even a little bit of abnormality—this most obvious abnormality is clearly in front of my eyes—would the ending be different?

He saw the red silk wedding banquet, and he saw the mountains covered by heavy snow.

He didn't want the ink blade to die.

Counting it, it has been ten years since Bai Hua tried to get close to him.In the whole ten years, he never had the slightest thought to make Mo Ren die——

But obviously he should know that there will be no one left alive under the severe punishment for betraying the lord, so why can he lightly issue the order?

At the last glance, he saw Mo Ren was on the torture rack, blood dripping down, staining the miserable red of the white jade steps.

That person clearly...already...not even the strength to speak...clearly...he didn't even have the strength to look up at him for the last time...

You should know the fate of a patient who is seriously injured and blood loss and has no internal strength to protect his body, just thrown in the snow—as long as he is a person, he should know! !

But why did you still casually open your mouth...?

"Gu is also tired."

"Throw it out."

why...

"Ah!!" Chu Yan's expression twisted in pain. The internal force in his meridians was reversed, which was already a sign of madness, but he was still unaware of the crisis.

He let out a low growl, his eyes were red, and he punched a thick old tree.

In the deserted forest shrouded in moonlight, a muffled bang resounded.Li Shu's torso exploded, and pieces of sawdust flew in front of Chu Yan's eyes.

Then there are pear trees full of trees, pouring down.

Chu Yan was lost in thought, and his eyes were in a trance.Suddenly, I remembered the last moment in my previous life, the snow that I didn't have time to wait for.

Ah Ren's death, how cold it should be, how painful it should be.

Why can I be numb to this point.

Obviously it shouldn't be like this...

In the farther time, when those glooms were removed, looking at the bright old days, it was obvious that he once loved his little guard so sincerely.

Since rebirth and returning, whenever he was tortured by guilt, how much Chu Yan hoped to make up, how much he hoped that they could reconcile as before.Mo Ren is afraid of him, avoids him, doesn't dare to trust him, it doesn't matter, he can be patient and coax him slowly, and treat Ah Ren well for a long time.

One day, they will be able to return to how they were back then.After he gets rid of Bai Hua and his behind-the-scenes forces, protects the Jiuzhong Palace and all his subordinates, he and Ah Ren can spend a long time together.

He can ride horses side by side together, and he can sit and fold flowers to test swords. He can also see Mo Ren's amazing and sharp swordsmanship, and he can also see Mo Ren calling him "Master" with a smile on his side. .

At that time, his guilt will dissipate and his wish will come to an end.

However, all these thoughts, but at this moment...

Like the foam rising from the illusory sea, it wobbled higher and higher until it was completely illuminated by the warm sun, and then burst with a "pop" crisply.

Like him, Mo Ren also has that unbearable memory.

How much Ah Ren should hate him.

No, if Moren could really hate him, if he could really kill him with a single sword, that would be fine.But when he was reborn, he saw that the man was always in fear of the outside world, and he was numb and indifferent to his own physical pain.

He actually destroyed the sharp blade he admired the most, the guard he loved the most, into such an inhuman appearance with his own hands.

It's never really possible to do it all over again.What he did wrong the most cannot be changed; what he destroyed the most cannot be repaired;Can't go back, can't get back, can't stay.

Lingchi-like pain shattered the internal organs, and the fantasies of past and present life turned into bloody spikes in the brain.Chu Yan was about to be driven crazy.There was even a moment when he felt in the dark that he deserved to die from such pain.

But he heard someone calling him dimly, far, far away.

...My lord...!

It seems to be very close, worried, anxious and concerned.

"—My lord!!"

……

Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In front of his eyes, the moonlight was as quiet as water.

Chu Yan only felt a splitting headache, chest tightness and shortness of breath, and there was a burst of gold stars in his vision.He closed his eyes and opened them again to see the scene clearly.

This place is clearly outside the Nine Layers Hall, a very remote deserted forest.Broken trees overlapped in a mess, and the ground was covered with a layer of broken branches and fallen flowers, most of which had sunk into the soil.

In the surrounding air, the aftermath of the turbulent internal force has not subsided.

And his right hand was resting on the familiar pitch-black long sword, and the ink blade was holding the scabbard with both hands, and he pressed hard against the body of a pear tree.

Under the cool and clear moonlight, the young man in black barely stepped on half of a branch with one foot, almost his whole body was suspended in the air, and he was already in an extremely dangerous situation.

But Mo Ren showed a look of relief, and even a hint of surprise in his voice: "My lord! You are awake."

Chu Yan suddenly realized what had happened. The cold wind blew in the middle of the night, and the chill covered his sweaty back. A cold fear rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Chu Yan felt that his spine was frozen.Under the great grief, he went mad and lost his mind, and even made a move on Ah Ren...

He hastily withdrew his right hand, while his left hand frantically tried to support the ink blade.It's a pity that the guard didn't realize it, and jumped down lightly by himself, holding his sword in both hands to salute, still showing no faults in his respect: "Just now I have no choice but to offend the lord, please punish the lord."

Chu Yan stepped forward abruptly, stretched out his hand and raised Mo Ren's face, the corners of his pale lips were stained with dazzling red.The hall master wiped it lightly with his fingertips, and it turned out to be blood.

"My lord...?" Mo Ren was slightly startled, but seeing Chu Yan's complexion was extremely grim, he hurriedly said, "You still have some discomfort."

"You..." Chu Yan shook his head, his voice was trembling, he half embraced the ink blade and said almost helplessly, "I——I hurt you!?"

Mo Ren raised his head in surprise, and was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Your subordinate is fine." After that, he lowered his head very naturally, stepped back obliquely and walked around to Chu Yan's side, and said in a low voice: "Your subordinate, please be brave. Let the subordinates sort out the information for the master."

- all right?With this guy's current physical condition, how could he be fine?I still want to sort out my internal information, but I dare to die! ?

Chu Yan choked on Mo Ren's understatement, and couldn't speak.He was angry and hurt, and hated himself, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground with the ink blade in his arms, raised his hand and brushed the big acupoint on the latter's chest, and slowly channeled his internal energy into it.

Now it was Mo Ren's turn to be shocked, and he was about to struggle immediately, "My lord, I can't do it!"

"Don't move!!" Chu Yan yelled angrily, his eyes turned red with anxiety in the night.In the past few days, Mo Ren has worn himself down several times, and he was really afraid of some terrible consequences...

"..."

I have to say that toughness still works at this time, the ink blade trembled, and he pursed his lips and dared not move.

But for some reason, he always felt that although the Lord was angry, the anger this time seemed to be a bit strong.He even heard a hint of choking in it.

Probably... I heard it wrong.

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