ink blade

However, Chu Yan did not expect that Mo Ren had been in a coma for three days.Obviously the pulse condition stabilized and the injury began to heal, but the person didn't wake up all the time, and didn't even respond to the outside world at all. It was a real unconsciousness.

In such a weird situation, even the head of the medicine hall was helpless, Chu Yan became increasingly anxious, and simply kept the ink blade in his bedroom, not daring to leave the ground for a moment.Even the invitation of the beloved Mr. Baihua to see him has been repeatedly shirked with various reasons.

... In this way, not only the attendants in the Zhonggan Hall are all terrified, but even the first maid Qiu Jin looks like she is falling into a dream every day.

Chu Yan ignored it.

His heart was on fire, and he just wanted Mo Ren to wake up soon.

He was so desperately, almost anxiously longing for the ink blade to open his eyes, look at him, talk to him, and call him "Master".

Or everything is fine, even if it is to get angry with him or utter bad words, at this moment he can tolerate anything.

He just wanted to get some kind of proof, or some kind of confirmation——

The man is still alive, right next to him.

That's it.

It was past noon that day, and Chu Yan was resting against the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, and there was already unconcealable tiredness between his brows.

The warm sunlight shines on the head of the bed through the carved pear wood window, and slowly shifts over time, gradually shining on the face of the sleeping person.

Mo Ren, who was supposed to be in a coma, frowned slightly, trying to hide subconsciously.

His consciousness has been ups and downs in the darkness and chaos, like a handful of burnt ashes being blown away by the wind in the endless cold abyss.

He was trapped in such a dark void, just lethargic, not knowing himself or distinguishing sorrow and joy.

Until a certain moment, there seemed to be a tiny light shining through.

what light

Warm and sunny.It's so strange, but it seems very familiar...

It's like the sunshine of that summer day 20 years ago.

A beam of sunshine he didn't deserve.

The dark guard is doomed not to see the light.

... Mo Ren doesn't remember his own background, it was Antang who deliberately made them forget it.He only knew that he was an orphan, and he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune that he was picked up by the Nine Layers Palace when he was a child.

There was no light in the dark hall, he and many other children were trained in martial arts, and they killed each other in order to compete for the place to live.It was like a group of red-eyed little beasts biting each other bloody in the deep forest.

But one day, the heavy door of the dark hall burst open.He was taken out with a dozen other children, bathed in the sun for the first time, and saw a young boy who was more dazzling than the sun.

"It's the hall master who allowed me to choose my bodyguards at will. Of the people in the Nine Layers Hall, I naturally want whoever I want."

The little boy had a pair of sharp black long eyebrows and phoenix eyes. He sat on the high seat with his legs crossed loosely, his words were heavy and deliberate, with a sense of ruthlessness, "Don't you think you belong to the dark hall?" Inside the Nine Layers Hall?"

At that time, Chu Yan was only a year or two older than him, but he could already see how arrogant, handsome and sharp-edged he would be in the future.The master of the dark hall bowed his head dripping with cold sweat, and said hoarsely: "Fourth young master's words are heartbreaking, my subordinates absolutely dare not!"

"In that case," Chu Yan let out a cold snort, propping his cheek with one hand.The dark ink sleeves of the child's white wrists were decorated with thorny golden cloud patterns, which shone dazzlingly in the sun, "Why don't you call out your dark guards and show me?"

... Mo Ren only found out later that the Lord of the Nine Layers Palace at that time was also Chu Yan's biological father - he had four sons and two young ladies under his knees.And Chu Yan's biological mother was the one with the humblest background and the weakest temper.

Chu Yan's talent is astonishing, and his martial arts aptitude is unmatched by his other brothers, which makes him even more fearful.The Lord of the Nine Layers Palace is a martial idiot who cultivates the ruthless way, and he ignores the open and secret struggles between his sons and daughters and concubines in the back room—the killing of these young masters and ladies for the future position of the Nine Layers Palace Master is actually no worse than that of the dark. How easy is it in the hall.

But Chu Yan is weak and weak, and his mother is weak and docile, so she can't help her, and dangers are everywhere around her.However, he had the tough bones of being unwilling to be inferior to others, not only refused to admit defeat, but also wanted to compete with his brothers.

Therefore, he urgently needs a hidden guard of his own.

"But... this is really against the rules. If the hall master blames it, it will be really difficult for the subordinates."

The master of the dark hall looked solemn, and after pondering for a moment, he beckoned the children to come over, "If the fourth son insists on wanting it, why not... pick a child who has not officially registered as a dark guard and take him away."

"It's okay," Chu Yan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and readily agreed, "Tell them to come forward, and my son will come and test it."

"Yes." The hall master of the dark hall bowed and stepped aside, but couldn't help but sighed softly while looking at the still young figure on the jade throne.

The hidden guard...that is the sword for murder, the eye for prying, and the shield for protection. They are not people of flesh and blood, let alone know how to serve their master.

No one would want to choose a hidden guard to be their bodyguard, just like no one would choose a piece of cold iron to make clothes.

But the fourth son had no choice.

Logically speaking, if you ladies and gentlemen want to obtain the secret guards assigned to you, you have to be 13 years old to be eligible.Only the fourth son can't wait, his situation is too dangerous, if there is no one to protect him, he may be killed for no apparent reason before he is 13 years old.

——No one will choose a piece of cold iron to make clothes, unless he is surrounded by enemies and needs to wear armor at all times to save his life.

That's why the Fourth Young Master resorted to such a scheming plan, in the name of picking his personal bodyguards, to beg for the secret guards of the dark hall.

Chu Yan's "comparison" is very simple.He brought a black and slender sword and threw it on the ground in front of a dozen children.

"The name of this sword has the word 'ink' in it. It was made by the successor of the famous sword forging master Hu's family. It cuts iron like mud, and it seems to hide in the dark night."

The noble black-robed boy smiled and pointed at the long sword with one finger.

"You guys can fight with all your abilities. The one who grabs the sword in the end, the sword belongs to you, and you go with me."

After a few words, the children immediately jumped up and fought into a ball.It is not an exaggeration to say that such an opportunity to get rid of the suffering of the hidden guard and follow the noble young master from now on is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Only Mo Ren didn't move—in fact, he wasn't called Mo Ren at the time—he knelt beside him, and couldn't help stealing a look at this overly noble and handsome Fourth Young Master.

He had never seen such a dazzling figure, as if his whole body was glowing with brilliance.This little boy was so good-looking that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

I couldn't move my eyes, so I just kept watching.

...The child's gaze was so undisguised that even ordinary people would feel uncomfortable being stared at for a long time, not to mention that Chu Yan is a martial artist.

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows playfully and looked over, but deliberately remained silent.

It's not like the hidden guard is talkative, and the kid kneeling down was even more silent, just staring at the fourth young master expressionlessly.

They just looked at each other...at each other.

The dark guard's concentration was unmatched by ordinary people, but in the end Chu Yan couldn't hold on, and coughed subtly.

Only then did Mo Ren come back to his senses, and looked around.Most of those children have been beaten to the ground.A burly young man held the black long sword in his hand, and wanted to bow down in front of Chu Yan with an excited expression on his face.

So Mo Ren stood up calmly, walked over calmly, raised his posture and started to fight.After a few moves, he slashed the back of the sturdy boy's neck with his palm, knocking him unconscious, and took the sword away.

"..."

Chu Yan's face darkened.

"Do you think this young master will recognize this way of winning?"

Mo Ren held the pitch-black long sword in both hands and knelt under the jade steps.The little dark guard lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "The fourth young master didn't say no. The dark guard only wants the result, not the process. It's good to be able to defeat the enemy."

Chu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, clapping his hands repeatedly to praise him.The master of the dark hall explained helplessly: "This is a wild cub, he has not been in the palace for long, his temper is also tough, and the dark hall has not been trained properly. Fourth son, don't be surprised."

Chu Yan still smiled, and pointed at him condescendingly: "It's okay, it's just him! I like this."

He stood up, looked at the little dark guard, and said in a more forceful tone: "You... come with me, and be my bodyguard and my sword."

Mo Ren suddenly shook his heart.At that time, he was still young and still a little ignorant, so he knelt down and kowtowed in response: "Yes."

Chu Yan leaned forward with great interest, and looked at him with a burning expression: "Do you have a name?"

"Back to the fourth son, there is no name."

"Today, Mr. Ben gave you the name of this sword—Moren."

"From now on, you are my sharp blade."

"Thank you, Fourth Young Master, for giving me the name."

He kowtowed again.

Unexpectedly, that young master Chu shook his head with a smile, "Since you have recognized the master, don't call him fourth son from now on. You should call him..."

Mo Ren looked up suspiciously.The summer wind was blowing against his face, against the glare of the bright sunlight, he saw his new little master touching his chin and hesitating, but at the next moment he bent his brows and eyes in high spirits, and said very happily: "——Well, call the Lord superior!"

So Moren kowtowed three times calmly.

He replied: "I have seen the Lord."

From then on, once you recognize the Lord, you will be loyal all your life.

How short his life was, it was over.Only in the heart that can no longer beat, the last bit of red blood still trying to keep the heat, the yearning and obsession for Chu Yan.

... In the last days of the previous life, some people hated that iron could not be made into steel, and scolded him why he had to stick to a fatuous master so far.

He then said that he was a sword that recognized the Lord, was named by the Lord, and was personally forged by the Lord, so he would rather break it than change his original intention.If the lord wants to abandon the sword, he accepts his fate, so how can there be any reason to betray the lord?

That's only half true.

He is willing to devote himself wholeheartedly to Chu Yan, not just kneeling and swearing and giving him a name back then.

It was even more because, in the days before that handsome young man named Bai Hua appeared, Chu Yan had appreciated him so much, got close to him, and cherished him.

Mo Ren almost forgot that he was once trusted by the Lord.When he was the only personal bodyguard of the hall master, the position one step behind the master belonged only to him.

That unique, closest position to the Lord.That position that he will never be able to stand on again...

The Jiuzhong Hall is backed by Tianlan Mountain. In spring, pear blossoms are blooming at the foot of the mountain, as vast as snow.Once, Chu Yan would pull him to try the sword, and when he was happy with the fight, he held his wrist affectionately and smiled softly: "Look, Gu picked up a treasure back then."

He would also stare at his movements of making tea, and ask on a whim: "Ah Ren, you are such a good martial artist, you are surrounded by lonely people every day to do the work of serving lonely people, do you feel wronged?"

Before he hastily denied it, he shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that Gu still likes you, and others are not used to it. How can I let you go... just admit it."

The Lord takes him as a treasure.

The Lord still likes him.

The Lord is used to him and hates him.

Those years of knowing each other.

How can I not read, how can I not read...

A scholar dies for a confidant.

He is willing.

It's a pity that in the end, he couldn't say that sentence again...

The sleeping person's breathing is slightly disordered.

Pale lips moved weakly.

"Master... on..."

Chu Yan, who was in a light sleep, trembled suddenly and woke up suddenly.

"—Aren!?"

The author has something to say: add drama, add drama, make up a childhood memory that I wanted to add a long time ago (yes, I am consummated at this moment). I don’t know if the new part will compare with the old one. There is a big gap, please bear with me if there is a sense of disobedience XD

Palace Master Chu has no EQ, the liking mentioned in the previous life is not the liking of love! !