ink blade

When Mo Ren opened the box, the wind and snow were whirling and slapping outside the window, whitening the night.

Taking a closer look under the lamp, there is indeed a strange bright red flower lying in the box, the color is so red that it makes one's heart palpitate, as if it was watered by someone with blood.

Mo Ren's heart trembled violently, he didn't dare to look at it, and closed the lid in vain.Then he staggered up, went to the bedside cabinet and felt for Lin Yun's golden needle, and then slowly injected himself.

When the sealed acupuncture point was opened, the guard let out a sigh of relief with cold sweat, his complexion was as pale as the snowflakes in the mountains outside the window.He raised his slightly slack eyes and looked outside, knowing that the next step was the difficulty.

Qiu Jin and the others had already gone down to the Savior, but there were always other disciples and servants in the Jiuzhong Hall.

Mo Ren was afraid that the movement would be too loud to be discovered later, and also to avoid self-mutilation in extreme pain, so he took the quilt and tore it into thin strips, first bit the detoxifying flower between his teeth, and then sat down by himself. Tie your wrists back at the foot of the bed.

He doesn't know what the Lord is doing now, nor what will happen to him next.

If one step is wrong, life and death will pass by.

He didn't dare to think about it.

In the long night, the whistling of the cold wind outside is sometimes distant and sometimes near, as if urging people to return.

Mo Ren settled down, closed his eyes and meditated.He chewed the flower in his mouth and swallowed it.

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Outside Tianlan Mountain, a carriage crashed through the snow curtain and came.

The carriage was surrounded by thick curtains, and the interior was spacious. The stove was burning vigorously, but it was covered by the strong smell of bitter medicine and blood.

Chu Yan was lying in the carriage, his long hair spread out on the pillow.His eyes were closed, and his chest barely rose or fell.

Lin Yun checked his pulse, his face was already very heavy.He carefully put the limp and weak arm of the Hall Master back into the quilt, only to see that the body of the Hall Master of the Nine Layers was covered with bandages, and was stained with blood layer by layer, and he couldn't count the number of wounds for a while.

The four shadow protectors all stood by, their faces full of anxiety.Qiu Jin was holding on to Chu Yan's other hand, holding on to the pulse gate, and was continuously delivering pure internal energy.

Seeing Lin Yun's movements at this moment, the maid raised her face eagerly: "Hall Master Lin, what happened to the Hall Master?"

Lin Yun shook his head bitterly, and was about to speak, but Chu Yan groaned / groaned extremely weakly, panting with difficulty and opened his eyes, actually waking up from a coma.

Qiu Jin almost cried out of joy, and hastily called out to the Lord twice.However, Chu Yan didn't seem to be very conscious, he just turned his slack eyes and searched for someone in the carriage dully.

For a long time, Chu Yan's eyes fell on Yingfeng in a daze, his lips moved, but he could only utter a vague breath.

Yingfeng reacted and quickly knelt down, moved his knees forward and put his ear to his ears, and said eagerly: "Hall Master! Shadow Wind is here, and the Hall Master has orders."

Chu Yan murmured vaguely: "The medicine..."

There was such a trace of obsession in his eyes, as if he was struggling between hope and despair, "Did the medicine... catch up with...?"

Yingfeng hurriedly said: "It has been handed over to Guard Mo according to the order of the Lord."

Chu Yan's gloomy eyes suddenly burst into light, as if all the bright colors of Mingchun were rushing towards him.The hall master actually showed his face and smiled, with a clean and innocent expression like a child: "Sure... Seriously? Then...then..."

The massive blood loss made his thinking extremely dull, and Chu Yan had to take a break after speaking a few words. He lay on his side on the pillow and gasped for a while, before he managed to say: "Ah Ren... is he alright?"

Yingfeng quickly nodded vigorously, and Lin Yun also agreed.Qiu Jin wiped off the cold sweat that kept breaking out on Chu Yan's forehead, and tears fell from her eyes: "Master, Brother Mo already knows that you are at the foot of Tianlan Mountain, and you will see him when you go back. He is waiting for you to return."

"He waited for you for 53 days..."

Qiu Jin choked up and said, "He... misses you very much..."

"Me too..." Chu Yan nodded slowly and spoke slowly.

His eyes were as clear as the sky, and the smile on his lips was soft, as if the sins that had tortured him for countless days and nights in the past were finally relaxed for a short while, "I also... miss him..."

However, after saying this sentence, he frowned again, coughed up blood, and passed out again after a while.

Qiu Jin's internal energy was almost exhausted, so she quickly gave up her seat, while adjusting her breathing, asking for some guards to support her.

The coachman who drove the horse whipped and scolded, and the carriage just drowned in the winding road in the mountain snow.

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At the same time, inside the Nine Layers Hall.

The guard Mo, who deceived everyone, was suffering under his torture for benevolence.

The medicinal power and toxin contained in the strange flower collide in one place, which is already like thunder stirring the ground, and there is even more majestic internal force washing in it, it is hard to bear.

But now it is the poisoned person who is detoxifying himself by detoxifying his own internal energy.Mistakes are unavoidable under the severe pain, the violent internal energy hit the meridians uncontrollably several times, and the heart vessels and viscera were severely injured many times.

"cough……!"

Mo Ren spat out a mouthful of blood, he was trembling with pain, his pupils were loose and fuzzy, and his wrists had already been restrained by the bed sheet during the struggle, and there were purple bruises.

But he didn't dare to stop, so he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain to continue to use his internal energy to walk around the sky.

Pain and cold are like gangrene.The concept of time was blurred, Mo Ren tilted his neck back, closed his eyes and panted heavily, and cold sweat rolled down.

Deja vu... winter night, pain and cold.

But this time, he is only a mountain road away from the Lord, and he is within reach of the consummation that he never dared to dream of.

He wants...he wants to live...

Hiss!

The bed sheet was finally torn off, but Moren couldn't sit still, and fell obliquely to the floor.

The shock of hitting the floor stimulated his fragile and injured lungs again, he finally couldn't bear the pain, raised his sweaty and pale cheeks, and let out a hoarse and helpless cry, his voice drowned in the snowy night.

The guard bit his arm tremblingly, struggling to maintain the last bit of sanity in his foggy black eyes, he didn't like to yell like this...

Five fingers spasmed, drawing blood on the floor.Mo Ren curled up, closed his eyes forbearance, and the center of his brow was like a knife cut.

He wants to live...he wants to get rid of the poison, heal his illness, and stay with the Lord for a long, long time.

Perhaps, if the Lord wants him, maybe it is to stay together for a lifetime?

Thinking of this, Mo Ren panted lightly, blinked his absent-minded eyes, and laughed silently.

He is only one step away from "staying together for a lifetime".

How can I not survive.

However, at this time, the already exhausted physical strength had completely bottomed out, and the ink blade was tense and endured for a while, and gradually his consciousness began to thin.

I don't know it was at that moment that he passed out vaguely, and soon woke up with violent convulsions and pain, spitting out something.

He no longer knew what he was spitting out, his consciousness was semi-conscious, and he only remembered the sweet and fishy smell in his throat.

As if the ordeal would never end.

The night has no end, neither has the wind and snow stopped.

Amidst the ups and downs of the sea of ​​bitterness, suddenly there was a clear and crisp sound.

It was his sword, the Lord had recast ink for him before he left, and it was knocked down when it was hanging over the bed.

Mo Ren struggled with the last bit of strength, he crawled towards the sword, and stretched out his hand, as if to hug the only driftwood.

That sword, the one given to him by the Lord...

Those past lives came to him again. First, he saw the sun that was too bright, and saw the young master flicking his black sleeve and throwing down the long sword.

Since then he has a name and a master. This is not the beginning of his life, but it is better than the beginning of a life.

He saw the years of being with the Lord's young man, and then Bai Hua appeared, drunk, dreaming, alienated and jealous, until the sword smashed his dantian.

He was in pain at that time, he really was in pain.Mo's sword was cold, as if it had been quenched by ice, and it hurt.

Soon he saw the bullying of Piandian day after day, the dirty work and the bullying servants.

The pain in his limbs after a severed tendon was always maddening, and his illnesses became more and more serious, and he never touched a sword again.

In the end, he saw the heavy snow covering the mountains, the red lanterns, and the bloody torture rack.

The blood flowed down, and the bleeding stopped.

When the snow fell, when the snow stopped, he was no longer cold.

He is no longer cold, no longer in pain, no longer sad, no longer nostalgic.

It seems that in these two lifetimes, there has never been a moment as peaceful as it is now.

then……

He seemed to see a river, and the waves called him softly; the river was covered with fog, and there was a winding bridge in the fog, and there were faint songs coming from the opposite side of the bridge.

Standing at the head of the bridge, Chu Yan, with gentle eyes, was wearing a black robe woven with gold and nine cloud patterns, and his hair was loose. He was handsome and at ease, as if he wanted to ride the wind and ascend to immortality.

"Aren?"

Mo Ren was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, he seemed to wake up from that hazy and peaceful state.

He took two steps forward and called out in a panic, "Master... Your lord!"

After he yelled, Chu Yan walked down from the bridge, as if obediently listening to him.

The hall master parted the fog and came to the guard, reached out and touched Mo Ren's cheek with care, and said with a look of attachment: "Ah Ren, Gu misses you so much."

As soon as Mo Ren grasped Chu Yan's wrist, he said in a daze, "Why is the Lord here?"

Chu Yan frowned, he seemed a little dazed, looked around, and finally fell on Mo Ren: "Why is Ah Ren here?"

Mo Ren was tongue-tied, as if he was awake but also in a daze.He couldn't answer, but he also held the hand of the palace master and refused to let go. After a long time, he whispered: "My lord...will you go back with Ah Ren?"

Chu Yan nodded obediently, clasped Mo Ren's ten fingers with his backhand, and said, "Okay, go back."

So the two turned their heads together, turned their backs to the peaceful river and the curved bridge, and turned their backs to the songs on the other side, and walked back.

At the moment when he turned his head, there was nothing beside Mo Ren again.

There is no peaceful ending, no Wangchuan Naihe, no Chu Yan...but he still walks back alone.

He walked into the wind and snow, the cold came back, the snowflakes blew past the corners of his eyes, and he could see the dark blood of the traitor's torture; Piandian, calmly walked through the laughing servants; he walked back to the moment when he broke with the master, glanced at the black sword pierced into his lower abdomen, and endless sorrow and sorrow surged in his heart in an instant.

It's hard to see, and he can't ask for it everywhere, but he is still walking back...back.

He has gone through the days when he first saw Bai Hua, and the days when the master branded him the Sunrise Sword Sect and trampled Yan Luo under his feet.

He walked through the spring flowers and autumn moon, and laughed happily when he saw Chu Yan when he was young, drinking horses.

He walked past Lihua to drink a cup of tea, and saw that he drew his sword and danced for the Lord, it was the broken and recast long sword like ink.

He also saw the tears that the Lord of this life shed for him, and saw the bright red blood when he stabbed his chest; he saw the kiss in the rain alley, and saw the lingering love before parting...

He is the lord's broken and reforged long sword like ink.

I don't know when, the midsummer sunshine fell in front of my eyes, like a rippling golden river.

Mo Ren stopped in a trance for the first time, and he finally stood here again, the starting point of everything.

Someone gave him a name and surname, and gave him the meaning of living.

Chu Yan, the fourth son of the Nine Layers Hall, was sitting on the high platform with long steps, and below him was the little dark guard of the dark hall kneeling.

"Can 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."

Mo Ren brushed his clothes and walked straight over. He walked past his young self kneeling at the bottom of the steps, stepping up the white jade steps step by step.When the sun falls, everything is warm and flourishing, which is a good world.

A voice behind him said, "Thank you, Fourth Young Master, for giving me your name."

In front of him, the young master smiled and shook his head, "Since you have recognized the master, don't call him fourth son from now on. You should call him..."

Mo Ren finally stood on the last jade step. With a sweep of his slender arms, he hugged the child sitting on the high place rebelliously.

Once you recognize the Lord, you will be loyal for the rest of your life.

"You..." The handsome young man didn't seem to expect that he would be picked up by such a light person. He opened his beautiful eyes and immediately flushed red.

The little boy was startled and angry, angry and ashamed, he slapped Mo Ren on the shoulder with a flick of his sleeve: "You! Hello... so presumptuous! Bold!"

Mo Ren hugged him high in his arms, and called out in a clear voice: "My lord."

Chu Yan became angry with embarrassment: "Who is your master! How can you... You are such a guy who doesn't understand the rules, do you still know how to write the way of master and servant!?"

The guard looked deeply at the young and lively little Chuyan in his arms, suddenly lowered his head, and kissed the child's forehead reverently.

His eyes smiled, not like a sword; or, like, like the gentlest sword in the world.

"My lord, Ah Ren also misses you very much."

"The pear blossoms at the foot of Tianlan Mountain are about to bloom, my lord will accompany Ah Ren... let's go back."

The patch of sunlight in his memory melted into thousands of scattered light spots, and like a cool summer wind, he floated up with his consciousness until he returned to the world.

The author has something to say: loyal bodyguard Mo, his own people have wandered to the underworld, but when they see the master, they can wake up instantly and catch the master from the Naihe bridge and go home together.

What is a passive skill!

Ignoring the sand sculpture element, the stalk of "first went to the gate of hell for each other, and then walked back to the world from the underworld together because I saw each other at the bridge of Naihe" is quite romantic?I like!

The finale of the next chapter.