The long love of the ancient sword

Spring and autumn don't wait for each other. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the sky has been covered with snowflakes in Kunlun Mountains.

Zi Yin looked at the young disciple standing respectfully below, lowered his eyes slightly and asked calmly: "Has it been decided?"

"Yes." Tianyong City, which has no long memories, has left imprints of her life everywhere... making this winter even colder and unbearable.

The extremely simple answer made Ziyin lose his mind.If Chang Yi was still there, he would be ruffling Tu Su's hair in dissatisfaction now, and he would still mutter complaints such as "facial paralysis at a young age", "how to marry a wife in the future", in exchange for Tu Su's soft protest. And giggling triumphantly again...

In exchange for a bright and warm room.

"Master?"

After waiting for a while without hearing Ziyin's answer, Baili Tusu couldn't help but raised his head and asked in doubt.

Zi Yin regained her senses and wanted to give some more advice, but was blocked by the deep sorrow in the young man's clear black eyes.

"Forget it, be careful all the way down the mountain, don't...don't make yourself too hard..."

Ziyin suppressed the sadness in his heart, and stretched out his hand to press Baili Tusu's shoulder.This little disciple, who was only at the height of his knees when we first met, is now shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

"Don't disappoint Chang Yi and give up everything for your wishes."

Baili Tusu's body couldn't help shaking, and his expressionless face showed a look of grief: "It was me... I killed her..."

Zi Yin quietly watched the boy cover his face to hide his painful expression.It's not that he, as a master, wants to repeatedly dig out the never-healing wounds in his disciples' hearts, it's just...it's just how can he bear his beloved disciple, Baili Tusu, who was saved by Chu Changyi, who came back with all his soul, and spend his life like this Immersed in pain, betraying her desire to make him happy?

He had no choice but to goug out the rotten flesh that was festering in Tu Su's heart, even if it was painful and bloody, he had to do it without hesitation.

Baili Tusu was different from him.His regained life has only just begun.

"Go," Ziyin stroked his disciple's head pityingly, just like when they first met their apprentice, "travel all over the world, use your eyes to read the prosperity and splendor of the world, and the flowers bloom and fall instead of Chang Yi."

"Disciple understands... I would like to obey Master's instruction!" Baili Tusu knelt down and bowed.

When descending the mountain, the boy who was no longer immature looked back at the huge mountain gate, and seemed to still be able to see the concerned eyes of the white-haired master watching him go away.

He subconsciously bit his lower lip, with an unspeakable bitterness on the tip of his tongue.

After experiencing the separation from death to life with his beloved woman, Baili Tusu is no longer an ignorant boy who is ignorant of emotions.Scenes of the past flashed across his mind, Ziyin's tenderness and indulgence when he looked at Chu Changyi, and the meticulous care of her when she was sick... How self-righteous he was at that time, he actually took such eyes and care for granted Do you think it is an elder caring for the younger generation?

What Baili Tusu couldn't face even more was that after he brought the news of Chang Yi's death back to Tianyong City that day, the loneliness and sadness that never dissipated around Zi Yin...

Only with a sword in your hand can you protect those you cherish.

He was so swearing at that time, but now—the soul of Yi Renfang is gone.

He failed to fulfill the oath he made when he was apprenticed to a teacher in the past; he had a sword in his hand, but he still failed to protect the one he cherished.

On the viewing platform of Tianyong City, Ziyin looked at the sea of ​​clouds floating in the distance, a kind of lingering silence and loneliness haunted this white-haired fairy.

"Master, Junior Brother Tu Su will definitely get over the sadness of losing Miss Chang Yi this time. This disciple will also ask the disciples who have experienced along the way to take care of Junior Brother. Please rest assured, Master."

Such a figure fell into the eyes of his apprentice Lingyue who was behind Ziyin, and he couldn't help but want to comfort the person who had just lost his only junior sister and then parted with his little disciple shortly after.

After a long time, he heard the master in front of him who seemed to have merged with Guanyuntai whisper softly: "You did a good job. I know that you are careful in doing things, and you love all the brothers and sisters in Tianyong City as yourself... So... even... I can rest assured..."

The ambiguity of the last words seems to be just Ziyin's soliloquy.

Ling Yue waited quietly for a long time, and saw that his master quietly withdrew without any further orders.

On the viewing platform, only the white-haired and blue-clothed figure stood there for a long time.

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Wumengling Valley, after Baili Tusu left Tianyong City, the first place he chose was his hometown.

He slowly approached the dilapidated village, reminiscing about the carefree childhood that died young in those barren ruins.

Although this is the birthplace of all his pain, it is also the place of the warmest and happiest memory of his childhood.The clansmen who had high hopes and respect for him, the strict mother who hid his motherly heart deeply as a mother and father, the kind and amiable Grandpa Chu, the innocent and lovely Chu Chan, and...Chu Changyi who almost melted into his flesh and blood in the future.

Before he knew it, Baili Tusu walked to the bank of Hongye Lake.

In the long memory, the young Han Yunxi often sneaked here to play, and sometimes coaxed the same little Chu Chan to come here, and then the elder sister and mother Chu Changyi followed the trail, and then Han Yunxi would be chased by her. Domineering, she went back to the village clutching her ears... Although she would be severely punished every time by her mother who is the great witch Zhu, the naughty Han Yunxi always refused to change after repeated admonitions.

The fond memories of childhood softened Baili Tusu's gloomy brows and eyes a little. He walked slowly to the lake and lowered his head to stare at the calm lake: it was also here that he left his first confession to her, and...their first kiss .

There was a hint of sweetness on the boy's face.

What was her expression at that time?He couldn't believe it so much that he was sluggish, but it made him feel that she was so cute and alluring that he... made her roll and crawl in fright, but still didn't forget to give him two heavy punches.

The good memories made Baili Tusu stay by the Hongye Lake for a long time.

After he packed up these memories and solemnly treasured them in his heart, he reluctantly left this beautiful place and walked to the last place in the village that he hadn't set foot on yet—the clan's cemetery.

Baili Tusu came to the tombstone of his mother Han Xining first, and put there a bouquet of white flowers he picked from the depths of the valley - he remembered that his mother liked this kind of white flowers the most when she was alive, and would always place them in the bedroom Enjoy the last bouquet.

Mother, Yunxi came to see you again; Mother, have you let go of your obsession with being on the other side of the underworld?Mother, are you... have you been reincarnated?

After paying homage to his mother, he stood in front of the tombstones of other tribesmen to worship one by one, and finally returned to his mother's tombstone, staying at the small clothes tomb belonging to Chu Chan next to his mother. Before.

Baili Tusu squatted down, gently rubbing the blood-red writing on the tombstone, which was tattooed by Chu Changyi himself with a sword and painted in red with dripping blood: Tomb of beloved sister Chu Chan.

One stroke after another, one stroke after another, Baili Tusu used his index finger to trace the girl's original handwriting slowly until the last stroke...

In the end, he knelt down in front of the tombstone, seemingly unable to restrain his grief.

His ten fingers dug tightly into the hard soil in front of the tombstone, and bright red blood flowed from his nails turned up by the gravel, but he didn't realize it.

I once promised to see you again with her; I once promised to fold bamboo dragonflies for you with her; I once promised to protect her life with the sword in my hand...

Big teardrops burst out of the eyes, falling down like broken strings of beads, merging into the brown soil below, leaving little dark brown marks.

However, he could no longer find her.

In front of his eyes, she turned into a little bit of starlight and passed away - never to be seen again.

Where should he go to find her?

What should he do to see her again?

Even if it's just a strand of hair...

Six months later, Luoyang.

In a mansion belonging to dignitaries in the east of Luoyang City, there lived a master who was famous for his portraiture.

- "Xiao Ru, did you draw the portrait in your hand?"

The master looked in surprise at a portrait in the hands of his twelve-year-old only daughter.It was a portrait of a young girl. From his professional point of view, the artist's immature and rough brushwork was obviously done by a beginner. Such a transformation would not catch his eyes normally, but the one in front of him... …

"No, no, it belongs to a big brother Miao Jiang standing with those outside the door who are looking for paintings and apprentices." The girl named Xiaoru wrinkled her cute nose with distressed and puzzled expression, "Xiaoru thinks that Big Brother is not good at drawing, but...Xiao Ru feels so moved...It's so strange..."

Is it strange?Not surprising at all.

The master stroked the half-length beard and narrowed his eyes.

In the afternoon of the same day, a young man with a handsome and calm face dressed in a black robe from the southern border entered the mansion and learned various techniques of portraiture from the master.

And all the paintings of the young man, whether they are hand-made works or homework assigned by the master, are all of the same pure and young girl.

Five years later, the young man who has learned all the theoretical skills of the master has grown into a handsome young man.

Just at this time, he received a letter from the master, that the handover ceremony of this generation's head is about to be held, urging the young people to return to the mountain in time to participate in the ceremony of the new head's acceptance.

"Wuuu...Daddy...why don't you let big brother stay?" A 17-year-old girl who had just begun to love her asked her loving father who treated her like a pearl.

"Silly girl, your Brother Tu Su..."

The master stroked his daughter's hair lovingly: "Your big brother, his heart already belongs to another person. You will never be able to compete with a person who has passed away!"

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Baili Tusu returned to Tianyong City, and participated in the seal acceptance ceremony of the new head brother Ling Yue.At the same time, as agreed with Lingyue that day, he took over the position of Master Ziyin as the sword-wielding elder.

And Ziyin will also leave Tianyong City in the near future, go to Jianzhong and hide from the world.

After officially taking over, Baili Tusu came to Guanyun Terrace.As expected, he saw the back of his master Ziyin looking into the distance from the viewing platform.

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

Ziyin turned around and looked at the little disciple whom he hadn't seen for five years: In five years, the young man who was originally underweight has grown into a heroic young man with dragon eyes and phoenix eyes; Extraordinary look.

In this way, he can leave with peace of mind.

However, the lingering gloomy look on Baili Tusu's brow made Ziyin still couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"Tu Su, the unsatisfactory things in life are out of ten, everything must be looked forward to be the best consolation for the dead."

"Master, disciple... I..."

Baili Tusu looked at the master he had admired since childhood, but hesitated to speak.Master, although you have comforted me so much...however, can you convince yourself with these words?If it is as you said, why do you always stand here and look into the distance?

Guanyun Terrace is precisely the place where Chu Changyi loved to take a rest in his spare time in Tianyong City in the past.In addition to playing the piano for self-entertainment, she also loves taking off her socks and landing barefoot here, or having fun with the clouds and mist on the edge of the cliff...

Baili Tusu was not the only one who couldn't move forward.

Baili Tusu was silent for a long time under Ziyin's gentle gaze, and then he took out two manuscripts from his bosom and presented them in front of the master with both hands.

"This is……"

After receiving the manuscript, she just lowered her eyes, but Ziyin's usual calm and steady aura couldn't help being shocked and almost collapsed.

On the manuscript, there was only the appearance of a young girl, she smiled and a ray of heroic spirit appeared between her eyes and brows—as if she was Chu Changyi back then.

"You..." Ziyin looked pitifully at the little disciple with lowered brows in front of him, and finally let out a long sigh: "Forget it..."

He put his palms on Baili Tusu's eyes: "Tusu, you have to remember: don't suffer too much, don't... let down Chang Yi's life..."

"Yes, Master. Disciples should keep it in mind."

What responded to him was the little disciple's low promise.

That night, Master Ziyin left Tianyong City and went to live in seclusion in Jianzhong. Since then, he will never be born again, and it will be difficult for people to see the demeanor of "No. 1 Sword in the World".

After Ziyin left, Baili Tusu became the new sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City, teaching his disciples how to practice swordsmanship, and often went to various places to seek good talents and qualities for sword refining.

One day, he passed by Jiangdu and felt grateful, so he went to visit the old people who had met several times.

"Hey, isn't this... Young Master Baili?"

Jinniang, who was no longer young, covered her face with a fan, and looked in surprise at the young man in blue and white Taoist robes who had long since lost her childishness.

"I've seen Niang Jin."

Baili Tusu said politely.Years of accumulation and refinement made him no longer embarrassed by the flashy and flamboyant women in the building.

"You don't know Mr. Baili, but you need me..."

"Exactly," Baili Tusu said frankly.

Even though God Nuwa had asserted back then... But!Even if it's just a little bit, he also wants to know whether he and Chang Yi have a chance to meet again, even... even if it's a chance in the next life...

Jinniang still had the pungent and forthright character back then, so she agreed without hesitation.

An hour later.

"Young Master Baili," Jinniang said with a perplexed expression, "This..."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Forgive me. You want to find a marriage with that girl, but according to my calculations, that girl's chances of life have long been cut off. And you..." Jin Niang carefully looked at the young man whose expression became more and more silent after hearing the words, "You The fate of the marriage is shallow, and now the red luan star is gone, it is... It is the fate of loneliness, and even... Even after losing that girl, your reincarnation is also this fate..."

"Thank you, Mother Jin."

Baili Tusu was only slightly shocked when he heard the words, and thanked and left after a while.

Looking at the back of the young man Yu Jian going away, Jin Niang felt emotional and at the same time couldn't help wondering: Why did he show joy after hearing about such a lonely fate?

long memory... long memory...

In this life, my heart already belongs to you. After this life is over, I will remember you forever without drinking Mengpo soup.

Say, how are you?

A hundred years later, Baili Tusu, the 12th generation sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City, slowly closed his eyes in his bedroom.

When he passed away, his long hair that had already turned white with a smile on his face turned black overnight, and his palms were folded in a cross on his chest.

And under his palms is a portrait of a girl with lifelike eyebrows.

Historical records of Tianyong City: The No. 12 sword-wielding elder Baili Tu Suke devoted his life to his duty and never married. Together with the No. 12 master and his brother Ling Yue Zhenren, they handled affairs fairly and conscientiously, making Tianyong City not only in the hands of the two. It has maintained its position as the largest faction in Kunlun Mountains, and its strength far exceeds that of the other factions, and its reputation has spread far and wide in the world, creating brilliant achievements.

The author has something to say: I tried my best!

I don’t know what’s going on, my dears. I’m crying while writing, and I don’t feel like eating...