ink blade

Memory returns from extremely bright colors.

The scorching red is the color of blood, the icy snow-like skin is the skin, and the deep black is the black clothes of the young guard and the eyes looking up at him...

Chu Yan recalled that back then, the news that the goods escorted by the Jiuzhong Palace had been robbed came back to him.

That was the first time he dispatched the ink blade, and such an accident happened.He lowered his voice and asked about the casualties, but the subordinate who sent the message couldn't answer, so he kicked the table over in anger.

The pen and ink fell to the ground, and the black was flowing in a meandering way.

Chu Yan stepped on the pen and walked out.

At that time, several guardians who stayed in the palace came to stop him, and they refused to let this young man be in danger.

Chu Yan didn't know what was wrong with him at that time, his heart seemed to be burning with urgency, his blood vessels were throbbing, and he would fight with anyone who came to stop him.

He didn't want to care about anything, he just wanted to get his little guard back.

Finally, Chu Yan took his Xuanhong Sword and went down the mountain.He disliked the slowness of the reinforcements, so he rode his horse for three hundred miles. At that time, the winter was still cold, and the horseshoes crushed the thin white frost along the way.

At that time, the sound of ice shattering mixed with the increasingly rapid heartbeat and vibration in the chest cavity, and added a layer of deep panting. Going back more than ten years, it echoed in my ears again, making Jiuzhong, who was reborn at this moment, come back to life again. The master of the hall was shocked.

The black-clothed guard whispered beside him: "Your Majesty, did you remember?"

"That year...you were the one who came to find your subordinate and brought him back to the palace."

Back then, when Chu Yan arrived at the place quickly, the goods had already been robbed.He didn't care about others, looking for his little guard among the group of twenty or thirty dark guards with scars and bruises with a cold and handsome face.

But he couldn't find it, nowhere.

Chu Yan's clenched fingers began to turn blue. His whole body was like a volcano that was on the verge of erupting but was still suppressed. Suddenly, he pulled a hidden guard who was kneeling to plead guilty, and almost squeezed out words from his teeth: "This Where are the son's people!?"

All the hidden guards knelt down and pleaded guilty, only saying that they were probably lost in the chaotic battle, and their life and death were unknown.The brigade of the Nine Layers Hall came afterward, took away the seriously injured guards and was about to withdraw.

After all, it's just a secret guard lost, and it's not worth wasting so much time.

Not to mention that the ink blade is actually not considered a hidden guard, and it is considered a half-defective defective product if it is exhausted.

Unexpectedly, the Fourth Young Master Chu exploded all of a sudden, drew his sword with red eyes "sparkling", and threatened to cut off the head of anyone who dared to leave before he found his people.

He knew that if the Ren brigade left at this time, if the little guard was seriously injured when he found the ink blade later, there would be no medical treatment or medicine in this wilderness, and he would probably just watch that body cool down.

In his early years, Chu Yan was from a bad family background, and was involved in the dark vortex of fighting for power and profit in the palace when he was young and unreliable.The crowd had never seen the fourth son so crazy, and they were stunned for a while, and they didn't dare to disobey him, so they had to wait for the fourth master Chu to find someone in person.

Chu Yan really went to find it himself.As the dusk deepened and the cold wind howled, he walked in the blood-stained forest with his sword in hand, his heart felt cold and painful as if filled with ice balls.

Chu Yan even made the worst plan, but at this moment he suddenly found that he really couldn't accept that "worst plan".

If Ah Ren is gone, he...

——He went to the dark hall to ask for a dark guard to protect himself.

This thought, which he had been using to comfort himself all the way, seemed to have turned into a giant claw of an evil ghost at this moment, making Chu Yan's stomach twitch violently.

He shuddered with nausea.

But what Ling Chuyan never expected was that he found him so easily.

The reason why it is said to be easy is that he didn't bother to find it at all, Mo Ren walked up to him by himself.

As dusk falls, the crows return to their nests.

The boy in black was holding an old tree, his body was covered in blood, his face was as pale as a dead man, but he stared at Chu Yan calmly.

"Master." He said to the stunned Chu Yan, "Ah Ren is here."

The three colors of extremely intense red, extremely pale, and extremely dark were intertwined on such a thin young man.The afterglow of the setting sun made people dizzy, and Chu Yan felt dizzy.

The fear of losing and regaining and the anger of being tricked instantly overwhelmed his reason, Chu Yan trembled all over, and said hoarsely: "What are you doing hiding here?"

Mo Ren bowed his head and remained silent.

"Are you hiding from the people in the Nine Layers Palace on purpose!?" Chu Yan was even more angry, and stepped forward to slap Mo Ren's face so hard that the flames almost burned through his eyes, "Are you dumb!? Talk to me !!"

The ink blade was scraped and fell to the ground. He propped himself up and knelt straight, covered his lips and coughed, and blood dripped from between his thin white fingers.

Chu Yan was shocked.He subconsciously glanced at his beating hand, then immediately turned his eyes away as if avoiding it, and cursed: "Trash!"

Mo Ren coughed and panted breath scattered and weak, obviously serious internal injuries.Chu Yan's eyes moved anxiously twice, and he stretched out his hands angrily: "Get over here."

The ink blade does not roll.

Chu Yan said angrily: "What the hell are you crazy about? Are you courting death!?"

Mo Ren said in a low voice: "The lord ordered his subordinates to lead a team to escort the things, but now they are lost. According to the rules, the subordinates will be punished in the torture hall."

"You dare to escape punishment!?"

Chu Yan subconsciously said the sentence first, but he knew in his heart that Mo Ren was not in the nature of escaping punishment.

Sure enough, the little guard raised his face and said calmly: "I dare not, but if I am punished, I will not be able to use force. The swordsmanship used by those people is the method of the Xuyang Sword School. I want to Go get it back first, and then go back to the palace to receive the punishment."

Suddenly, Chu Yan felt that this little thing was unreasonable. He kicked it over and cursed: "You still want to get it back!??"

Mo Ren was kicked to the ground and crawled back silently.The little master didn't hurt at all from kicking this time, he knelt up straight without expression, and said: "Your subordinate lost the master's things, why don't you ask for it back."

Chu Yan looked at him firmly: "You will die."

Mo Ren said: "Dark guards are not afraid of death."

Chu Yan's eyes were sparkling with sparks, and he bit down every word: "You treat yourself as a dead person, and your master is also dead?"

Mo Ren raised his head and said, "This subordinate dare not."

He quickly added another sentence: "This subordinate doesn't understand."

He looked up at Chu Yan.In those calm and unwavering eyes, it was written brightly: "Please speak humanly, my lord."

... This is the case with the ink blade that has not been broken before. When facing Chu Yan, although the etiquette is all there is on the face, all the emotions will be clearly written in those quiet and clear eyes.

Chu Yan was originally very angry, but at this time, things must turn against each other, so he laughed angrily.

He simply lifted up his robe and half knelt down, looking at the ink blade, his words were solemn, but his tone was not harsh: "Listen, I will give you five days."

He brushed his fingers over the young guard's pale face due to blood loss, and wiped away a little blood from the corner of Mo Ren's lips.Then he took off the robe, threw it away, and covered the top of the man's hair.

"Five days, heal your injuries and follow me to the Sunrise Sword Sect."

"I'll show you the head of the person who bullied you."

……

Five days later, Chu Yan really took the ink blade to the Xuyang Sword Sect.

Sunshine Sword Sect is located in Yangming Mountain.The mountains are high and steep, the forest branches are thin and thin, and a little spring buds have just emerged.

Chu Yan led two thousand-mile horses out from the Jiuzhong Hall, one for him and one for Mo Ren, and came all the way to the foot of the mountain.

He got off his horse, casually tied the reins to the tree trunk, took off the Hanging Rainbow Sword hanging from the saddle, and was about to walk up the mountain path.

Mo Ren panicked, he didn't expect Chu Yan to be playing for real.

He knew that the young master was in an awkward position in the palace, and he was afraid that Chu Yan's impulsiveness would ruin the event. In his panic, he forgot the rules and tugged at the corner of Chu Yan's sleeve, and whispered, "Your master, you can't do this!"

Chu Yan ignored it, and Mo Ren pleaded even more quietly: "My lord, let's forget about it, okay?"

At the end of the mountain road in the distance, there is the figure of Xu Yang's disciple.Xu Shi noticed a trace of unusual killing intent, the disciple shouted, please stop the visitor and report his intention.

Chu Yan finally opened his lips, and said coldly to Mo Ren: "Shut up, you're useless."

Then he drew his sword out of its sheath and fought all the way up.

That year, Chu Yan was only 15 years old; Mo Ren was even younger, only thirteen.

That is precisely the most frivolous age, the young man of the rivers and lakes is not afraid of heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is warm and cold at once, and the sword light is on fire, and the pride and unparalleled vigor burns through the coldness.

It was a battle that was destined to be famous in the world. Chu Yan was originally a phoenix-like fierce genius, and he would shock the world as soon as he became a blockbuster.The eighteen personal disciples of the Sunrise Sword Sect were all defeated by a 15-year-old boy like him, and he was so humiliated that he broke their swords one by one.

And the last person named Yan Luo was the leader who led people masked down the mountain to rob goods.

Those goods were originally three rare swords, which were paid tribute to the Nine Layers Palace by a small sect.

This Yan Luo is the most talented disciple of the Xuyang Sword Sect at the moment. He is proud that he should be equipped with a divine sword.

In the sword wind that destroyed Ye Feixue, Chu Yan and Yan Luo fought for hundreds of rounds, and finally the sword that Yan Luo had just obtained was cut into three pieces by Xuan Hong.

Chu Yan was so unreasonable that he really stepped on Yan Luo's handsome face with his boots, making his bones creak along with the unmelted frozen snow under his face.

Mo Ren stared blankly not far away.

He looked at Chu Yan's black clothes and cold sword, with a few strands of long hair scattered over his shoulders in the chaotic battle, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in an unstoppable light, like the sun and the moon.

He watched Chu Yan turn his head, and the corner of his lips curled up, and he smiled at himself with raised eyebrows.

This time, the head of Xu Yang was forced to come forward in person in the end, and he made an apology before giving up.

Chu Yan didn't talk too much, and didn't take a look at Yan Luo behind him, who was as slumped as ashes. He led Mo Ren down Yangming Mountain, and no one dared to stop him all the way.

On the way back, Chu Yan whipped his horse and laughed happily.

Mo Ren quietly peeked sideways. At that time, the master's brilliant eyebrows and eyes were carved into the bottom of his heart like a knife.

...It was still the most innocent like mutton jade, the years without even a single crack opening.

The author has something to say: I have updated the article, are the grandmas still alive?

It is a memory kill that has not been written in the old version. Let's take a look at the master Chu and Ah Ren when they were young.

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