ink blade

Ink Blade's consciousness fluctuated up and down in the chaos.

He didn't know where he was, only the severe pain gnawed at his lungs, and even his breathing became like torture. He struggled in pain, convulsed violently in a daze, and vomited something. It's the smell of blood.

Gradually, the smell of blood dissipated.He felt very cold in a daze, and he had never been this cold before his last death in his previous life.

It seemed that he was thrown into the dark sea of ​​ice alone, and the vast snow fell on him piece by piece, burying him.

In the haze, the originally pitch-black field of vision was suddenly smudged with color.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and someone was beating gongs and drums.

He seemed to see snow falling in the Nine Layers Palace, and countless figures walking through it.

He saw the fiery wedding silk and the bright lanterns.The bright light flashed non-stop in front of my eyes, and reflected the white snow on the eaves on the ground, like falling into an illusion.

Mo Ren thought blankly: Why did he dream of these?

He knew it was a dream and he should wake up.

But then he heard a bell-like voice coming from all directions inside:

"Mo Ren, a lowly slave in the side hall, murdered the new servant Bai Hua to punish the crime of treason."

"The thirteen tortures have been completed, please ask the palace master to test the punishment and give him death—"

Layers of echoes, deafening.

"Please ask the lord to test the sentence—give him death—"

Straight up the jade steps, in front of the resplendent main hall, at the end of the blowing snow, stood Chu Yan.

In the dream, there was no more Bai Hua, nor anyone else, only Chu Yan, who was dressed in red and happy, looked down at him coldly.

Then, Mo Ren suddenly remembered how he died in his previous life.

After the palace lord gave the order, he was dragged out by two people grabbing his arms from both sides, took off the torture frame, and dragged him out of the Nine Layers Palace.

He wanted to take one last look at the Lord, but he didn't have the strength to look up.

He thought to himself dimly: My lord.

Master, are you tired of your subordinates?Tired of it so you want to throw away your subordinates?

no, do not want.Ah Ren is not afraid of death, but at least I beg you to give me death...

The meridians of the hands and feet were severed, and it should have been very painful to be roughly pulled, but it was probably because I was used to the pain after being tortured too much, or maybe it was because I was only breathing my last breath, Mo Ren actually didn't feel much.

The only deep feeling is the cold, the chill keeps penetrating into the bone marrow, so cold...so cold...so cold.

He was trembling constantly, and his eyelids opened and closed repeatedly.The night was very dark, and the blood flowing from his body stained the snow and dry grass along the way red.

He could vaguely hear the two people dragging him talking.

"Tsk, this man is dying."

"nonsense."

"Hall Master ordered to throw it out... Where should I throw it?"

"Let's find a wasteland outside the hall. It's a happy day, don't let the corpse be an eyesore."

He also wanted to ask those two people not to go further away, at least let him die in the Nine Layers Palace, or at least a place where he could see the Nine Layers Palace.

But he couldn't speak a single word, he could only make a faint sound.He started coughing again and vomited a lot of blood.

In the end, he was thrown on an uninhabited desolate snow field, surrounded by nothing but the endless night, and he could not see the lights of the Nine Layers Hall.

The snow was still falling, and the cold wind was blowing.The two attendants went back together, and he lay alone in the snow, continuing to tremble, cough, and lose blood... He was still thinking about the Lord quietly, sad that the Lord finally no longer wanted him.

He just kept thinking in this heavy snow, thinking a lot, thinking about the loss of consciousness, thinking about the handsome and stern face in his mind melting like foam... When he couldn't continue thinking anymore, he just died like this .

……

But why is he dreaming about this?

Mo Ren didn't understand, he...had walked between life and death countless times, but this was the first time he was trapped in a nightmare like this and couldn't wake up.

Mo Ren thought wearily: because the Lord has treated him so well recently.

He became weak and squeamish.

And that sword.

That sword, why did it miss...

More and more snow pushed his consciousness away. After an unknown period of time, Moren felt his surroundings shaking, and the sound of rattling wheels came.

Accompanied by the sharp pain in his lungs, his five senses finally recovered gradually.

He realized that he was covered with a thick quilt and held in his arms.

The ink blade man was not fully awake yet, so he struggled instinctively.

The arms around him tightened immediately, someone gently patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Ah Ren is not afraid, he is alone here."

Mo Ren struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was the carriage of the carriage, which had a strong smell of medicine and blood.

The car curtain is a very thick curtain, impenetrable to light, and it is difficult to tell whether it is day or night. A small lamp is placed on the side of the car, and the yellow light is swaying peacefully in the darkness.

"Ah Ren...are you awake? Do you recognize Gu?"

Chu Yan hugged him across a layer of quilt, his expression looked infinitely gentle under the light, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

A blood-soaked handkerchief was soaked in the basin next to it, and blood was also stained on the cuffs and skirt of the palace master.

Mo Ren rested his head on Chu Yan's chest, he heard the master's heartbeat throbbing in his ears, and his unclear consciousness became even more blurred.

He just thought: Has the Lord ever cried?

Why... who made his master cry?

"Master..." He opened his mouth to call out to the Lord, but his voice was frighteningly hoarse, and when he uttered it, it hurt.

The hall master poured half a bowl of water from the side, "Come, drink some water first."

Chu Yan hugged him with one arm, and brought the bowl edge to the guard's pale lips with the other, "Slow down... drink slowly, or you'll vomit blood again later."

Mo Ren drank a few sips of hot water with the hand of the lord, and gasped lightly on the lord's chest, he was still groggy.

Chu Yan patted him, and comforted him in a low voice: "Good boy, sleep a little longer if you feel uncomfortable."

He knew that Mo Ren was seriously injured this time, and it was unexpected that he could wake up from a coma on the way.

Mo Ren didn't sleep, he opened his eyes slightly, looked at Chu Yan blankly for a long time, and then said slowly: "My lord...where are you going..."

Chu Yan said softly: "Let's go back to the hall right away, to the Nine Layers Hall. It's not yet dawn outside, what does Ah Ren want to eat, and I will order someone to make breakfast after I go back?"

Back to the palace...?Why……

Mo Ren's eyes were a little out of focus, he clutched a corner of Chu Yan's clothes with his fingers helplessly, and said hoarsely: "That Yan Luo... Bai Hua..."

Chu Yan noticed his small movements, and quickly held the guard's cold fingers in his palm, and said in a deep voice: "It's all settled, don't worry about it, and have a good rest."

Mo Ren instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his mind was like a rusty wheel, unable to turn at all.

He suddenly let out a low snort, and couldn't help curling up and coughing, his whole body trembling like autumn leaves in the wind.

"... Ah Ren!" Chu Yan gritted his teeth suddenly, hugged him even tighter, and held his palm to input internal force.

The palace master's face turned blue, and he whispered in a panic, "It's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"Well, cough cough cough cough...cough, lord...cough cough, lord...uh cough!!"

Mo Ren's pupils shrank in pain, he stood up suddenly and convulsed, and the bright red choked out of his mouth splashed in the air.

"Ah Ren...!!"

Chu Yan closed his eyes almost in despair... New blood was splashed on the sleeve of his arm holding Moren.

But he didn't care about it, and hastily wiped the blood on Mo Ren's lips with a veil, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't be afraid... Ah Ren is not afraid, we will return to the temple soon, there will be an antidote soon, hold on for a while... ...soon the pain will be gone, soon."

The carriage was still shaking slightly, and the rattling of the wheels was like a nightmare, but this long road would end at some point.

"Master..." Mo Ren pressed his chest and panted disorderly, opened his eyes dripping with cold sweat, but his eyes were blurred, and murmured, "Let...cough coughcough..."

Chu Yan lowered his head almost bewilderedly: "What do you want? You, speak slowly."

Mo Ren closed his eyes for a moment, and when the blood spat out, he regained consciousness, and at this moment weakly pushed Chu Yan's arm: "Dirty...you... let go..."

Chu Yan didn't think that Mo Ren was still thinking about this kind of thing at this time, he said incoherently: "It's not dirty, it's not dirty, don't move around... Be good, let Gu hug me for a while, ah."

Mo Ren lowered his eyes and said with a bitter expression, "It's my subordinate...incompetent..."

His face was extremely pale, his sweat-drenched black hair was disheveled, he was embraced by Chu Yan and snuggled into the arms of the Palace Master, looking extremely fragile.

"Subordinates... not only failed to control the enemy... but also got caught in such a embarrassing way, dragging down the master..."

The guard lowered his eyebrows guiltily, and said softly, "Even the sword that the lord gave... all... the lord should punish Ah Ren."

Chu Yan's chest was so painful that it almost burst open.

In fact... just now when Mo Ren was in a coma, he vomited blood poisonously, and when he was in danger, he heard the guards struggle unconsciously and babble a few words.

He first called "Master" and then said "It's so cold"; he said "I beg you to die with your own hands" and then said "too far away", "Don't go any further", and "I can't see".

So Chu Yan knew what kind of dream Mo Ren had when he was dying.

The Lord of the Nine Layers Palace finally burst into tears, hunched over in this compartment, hugging the cold body of the bodyguard and buried his head in sobs.

He wanted to die.

But now that the ink blade is waking up, it's like this...

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently and tilted violently.

Chu Yan's eyes changed, he supported the carriage with one hand and hugged Mo Ren tightly in his arms, enduring the shock.

There was the faint sound of weapons clashing outside, Chu Yan lifted the veil, and the dark night and the narrow mountain road suddenly came into view—this carriage was actually galloping on an extremely steep and steep deserted road!

It happened that Qiu Jin, who was driving the imperial horse in front of her, turned her head, and the maid's light yellow skirt was blown by the wind, she said in a clear voice: "My lord, the people from the lord's mansion are about to catch up, I'm afraid the servants won't be able to leave them for too long... ...do you want to stop the carriage and fight back here?"

When Mo Ren heard it, his heart was startled suddenly. He didn't know that Chu Yan said that everything was resolved, and he must be lying to him.

He tried his best to stand up and look out, only to see the wheels spinning and the gravel bouncing along the way.One side of the carriage is a mountain wall, and the other side is a cliff. If you are not careful, you will fall down and be smashed to pieces.

There are faint figures criss-crossing from behind, the ones in black are the hidden guards of the Nine Layers Palace, and the ones fighting with them must be the people from Qiu Jin's so-called lord's mansion...

Qiu Jin's eyes were sharp, she stared at him and said, "Brother Mo is awake! Don't worry about this place, you can go back to the car."

Before Mo Ren could speak, he was pushed by the master, and he was stuffed back into the car with a quilt.

Chu Yan took advantage of the situation and turned his body to shield the patient from the wind, and said to Qiu Jin, "The carriage doesn't stop, so don't slow down."

Qiu Jin said: "But my lord, there are too many people in the lord's mansion, and the hidden guards can't stop it! Even with the addition of two guardians, I'm afraid they won't be able to protect the carriage without damage..."

In the distance, there was a voice of shouting with internal force: "Chu Yan, the lord of the Jiuzhong Palace! You are suspected of colluding with the poisonous sect and causing chaos in the Central Plains. The lord's mansion has issued the Golden Crow Order for you, and soon all the major forces in the world will go to the order! ...I advise you not to be ignorant of good and bad, and quickly follow me to see President Huang!"

"If there is a real injustice, you can justify it in front of the lord, and the lord will definitely return your innocence; if the crime is true, the Skynet will be fully restored, and you will never escape!"

Mo Ren frowned, but he didn't hear a word, because the Lord covered his ears.

Chu Yan held his own guard in his arms, and just ignored those cruel words.

After the group of people in the back finished shouting, he changed his hand and picked up a sword hanging beside the carriage.

That is... or it used to be, the sword of Chu Yan, the master of the Nine Layers Palace.

The scabbard is black bronze, and the hilt is red jade. It is two feet and eight long and is named Xuanhong.

Chu Yan's eyes lingered on the sword, his fingers touched the gorgeous red jade inlaid on the hilt, and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "How long has it been since I used this sword properly."

"Lord..."

Mo Ren was startled slightly.Only he knows the meaning of Chu Yan's words. If you count the time of being poisoned in the previous life, the Lord must have not held a sword normally for a long, long time.

The pursuers gradually approached, and the hidden guards fell into a hard fight because of their small number.Yingdian and Yingyu were two protectors who supported him from left to right, but the battle was still difficult.

Someone drew up the iron bow and pointed it at the fast-moving carriage.

Chu Yan smiled at Mo Ren, and half-mocked himself: "I don't know if it will be used again. If there is a joke, Ah Ren just didn't see it."

He drew his sword out of its sheath, and a cold light swayed across the blade, "Ah Ren, will you listen to Gu?"

Mo Ren suddenly panicked, he was afraid that Chu Yan would mess up, so he shook his head quickly.

Chu Yan couldn't help laughing, and helplessly stroked the guard's cheek: "You."

He then said, "Will the Gushi sword show you?"

This time the ink blade has not had time to shake his head.

"Okay."

Chu Yan took a deep look at him and left this sentence.

The next moment, the Lord of the Nine Layers Palace stepped on the edge of the carriage, his black robe flew up, and he rose into the air with his sword!

"My lord—" Mo Ren couldn't help holding his breath, his eyes chased after the hall master, and suddenly saw a round of bright moon in the night sky.

The shadow of the mountain is slanted, and the silver light is sprinkled all over.Chu Yan's figure and Xuanhong's sword shadow were fully reflected under the mighty and clear moonlight.

The moonlight flows on the tip of Xuanhong's sword, tender and cruel.The killing intent turned into smoke under the moon, turned into mist, and finally condensed into a sword.

It is the Xuanhong sword that has been dusty for a long time.

It's been dusty for a long time...Chu Yan's sword.

In an instant, the light of the sword shone brightly, overshadowing the moonlight.

Someone in the back was terrified: "——shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow quickly!!"

With an order, more than a dozen iron arrows came through the wind like black lightning.

Chu Yan raised his sword, his wrist was white and strong, with slight veins; his sword strokes were sharp and straight, just like his own——

He used to be such a proud and self-sufficient young man, like a gust of wind, like a sharp sword, fearless, and never fell into the dust.

But now, he is no longer a young man, and even those eyes that were once arrogant and arrogant have just shed tears of regret.

Only his sword still carried the madness of a boy.

It's just calmer and sharper than in previous years.

Countless iron arrows collided with Xuanhong, were cut into two neatly, and scattered in all directions.

Chu Yan's body was as light as a swallow, and his long sword was slashed left and right, and the sword's intent overwhelmingly overwhelmed a group of arrows, protecting the fast-moving carriage airtight.

His sword didn't stop, after breaking through the iron rain, he fell straight into the enemy formation behind the carriage.

Immediately, the mountain road was stained with blood, and there were screams one after another. The living people who were flying lightly at one moment turned into corpses and fell down the next moment.

In the carriage, the ink blade lifted the curtain.His face was pale, and he looked at Chu Yan's figure absent-mindedly, forgetting that he wanted to stop him.

There is a wind blowing under the moonlight, and a blood flower blooms.

The author has something to say: It is a wonderful and delicious feast for me after the battle is damaged and the sick are weak again.

Little Liming next door wrote an article, and I am actually changing the ink blade, what is this called!This is true love! !

But quietly speaking, when a new article is published, there will be a row of congratulations in the comment area, and at this time, if a smart author updates another article, then she will get two comments—hey, it’s me.

感谢在2020-10-1723:10:28~2020-10-2119:39:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Sakura Piaoxue;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Drift Rain Never Rests 2; Blind Fish, Endless Bathtub, Natsu, Belphegor, Moyin, Shusong Yingluo, Milk Fu Cake, Unforgettable Years, Yunshui Yi 1;

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