beg for chivalry

Both hands were scuffed into calluses by the handle of the knife, and the thin calluses were worn away day after day after day after day of clenching and swinging the knife.The warm blood flowed horizontally, but it cooled down in the new wind after a while, sticking his hands to the handle of the knife.

Among the rolling snow-capped mountains and the snow-capped sea, Wang Xiaoyuan has been practicing knives here for two years.He swung his saber tirelessly, practicing the two simplest forms of Yubai's saber technique thousands of times.

One strike is astonishing, two strikes wound people, and three strikes kill people. There is actually nothing complicated about this world-renowned sword technique.Everyone in the world loves the dazzling dozens or hundreds of various sword moves, but they don't know that it is easy to use a sword, and it is difficult to defeat the enemy without using a sword.

The Jiading Jin Mansion has been destroyed by the Houtian Tower. When he first entered, Wang Xiaoyuan begged Yubai Swordsman and the elders to help him, but it was a done deal and the matter was a foregone conclusion. Therefore, no one can help him.

The only way is for him to practice the saber technique that the world is envious of, and go to fight Houtianlou alone and rescue Jinwu.

Wang Xiaoyuan brandished a long knife lonely, the daylight slipped past his head, and Yuehua covered him with frost.It seemed that there was only this knife in his hand left in his days. Besides, the joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire in his heart gradually faded away, and he gradually became like a walking dead, dead in the vast daylight.

Yu Xie carefully taught him the rules of the school from scratch, asking him to remember the etiquette that he didn't know much about before.She told him that a man should not cry easily, and asked him to put on a forced smile every day.Wang Xiaoyuan did as he did, and gradually, he only had to smile, no matter how sad or annoyed he was, he never showed it on his face.

Occasionally, however, he would think of the lush mansion far away in Jiading, and of a blooming crabapple tree. At this time, he would suddenly throw down the long knife in his hand and kneel in the vast white snow, heart-piercing Weeping bitterly.

There are some old books in the mountain house, Wang Xiaoyuan gradually likes to sit in it for half an hour after clearing the snow every day.For half an hour, he didn't think about practicing the saber, nor did he have any other thoughts, he just sat there blankly.

Slowly, he began to flip through the yellowed pages on the gray wooden shelf, because the Tianshan Gate is considered to be from a Taoist temple, and these ancient books are mostly Taoist scriptures except for the sword manual and sword manual.

Wang Xiaoyuan could read some characters, so he took out the worst-read book from the inside to read.It was the "Southern China Classic" that children are familiar with, and it is densely packed with footnotes.So he practiced calligraphy while reading.

I don't know how many days and months passed by, the difficult words gradually became alive, and a magnificent picture appeared in his eyes.He turned a page, only to see the words on the page: "The eyes see nothing, the ears hear nothing, and the heart knows nothing."

Turning a few more pages, we can see again:

"External world, external things, external birth, clear view, seeing alone, no past and present, and then neither death nor life."

He seemed to have some feeling that when he practiced the sword, he would forget the world and the outside world in the midst of suffering, and sometimes his own shadow would disappear from his heart.

Stepping to this point, the knife will swing more smoothly, as if the thick and solid long knife has grown in the palm of the hand, and he and the knife are integrated.This may be the same as Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly. He may have been a knife, but he had a dream, dreaming that he was traveling between heaven and earth in human form.

In his spare time, Yuxie practiced swordsmanship with him, and was surprised that his swordsmanship improved slowly after a long absence.His body was raised day after day in the frost and snow, his arms, legs and feet were flexible and firm, and he gradually became a gentle boy.Yubai Swordsman gave him the sword manual of the third sword, but did not teach him how to swing the sword for a long time, saying that this sword can shock ghosts and gods, but it also caused heavy damage to himself.So Wang Xiaoyuan still practiced the first two forms over and over again, every day and every night, without stopping.

I have read a lot of books in the mountain house, some of which are heavy tomes, and the handwriting is slightly blurred by the rain.He also turned out the Nanhua Sutra that had a lot of annotations, and read up on what he had missed in the past.

When he turned a page, he suddenly saw a few words: "The spring is dry, the fish are on land, and they are wet." This is what Yi Niang once said to him, but every time she finished speaking, the first half Sentence, always took a sip, and stopped the following words abruptly.He looked down again, only to see a sentence in front of his eyes:

"It's better to forget each other in the arena."

Wang Xiaoyuan closed the book and sat in the mountain house, looking at the distant snowy mountains.His heart and eyes seemed to have been frozen for a long time, but for some reason, there was a feeling of spring coming to the bottom of his eyes, which was moist, as if ice had melted in his eyes, and water was about to flow out .

He walked into the snow and climbed up the Tianshan cliff step by step against the wind and snow.Feather-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the wind is like a sharp edge, and it hurts when it brushes against the cheeks.

Take one step, he says "forget", and take another step, he says "forget".After walking 79 steps to the edge of the cliff, it took [-] steps to walk back.But no matter how many steps he took, there seemed to be a voice shouting in his heart: Don't forget, don't forget!

He stood on the edge of the cliff, his white robe fluttering under the gust of wind, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart by the icy wind.The sky was like a blue sea, and the ground was wrapped in silver. At that moment, he was like a mayfly, standing alone under the dome.

Wang Xiaoyuan stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, then turned around and walked away slowly and heavily step by step.

Missing has always been a mysterious thing, sometimes he thinks it will become shallow with the passage of time, but at a certain moment, it is pulled out from the chaotic mind, and it becomes more and more unforgettable.

Now Wang Xiaoyuan has another errand. Every time after practicing the knife, he would use the sharp blade to draw in the snow. What he drew was the face of his young master, with slightly curled hair and flying canthus. Mouth... As he painted, he couldn't help smiling, the smile was very soft.

He painted more than a hundred portraits of golden crows in the snow on the cliffs of Tianshan Mountain, some of which were painted the day before and were buried by the snow the next day.The fiery impatience gradually spread in his heart, he was afraid that he would forget the appearance of the person he was trying to save, and that he would live in such a state of obscurity, that he would never remember the sorrows he had.

But thinking became heavier and heavier in my heart, and the nightmare of the past followed like a demon.So he practiced the sword during the day and swung the sword at night. He practiced when he was awake and recited the sword formula in his dream.In addition to learning Taoism and meditation, ordinary disciples practice swords for two hours a day, and more diligent disciples practice for three or four hours in the martial arts field, but he practiced for more than eight hours a day.Swing the sword upside down for [-] times, and then switch to another style for tens of millions of times.

The palm was worn again and again, bleeding, scabbed, and then worn again until a thick callus emerged.

But after all, cocoons cannot grow in his heart, and before he knew it, he had fallen into madness.

The cold comes and the summer goes, and the years go by, but the Tianshan Mountains are still snowing every day.On this day, Wang Xiaoyuan got up early in the morning, sat in the mountain house for a while, and got up again with a knife in his hand. When he opened the door, he saw a girl standing outside the door with a smile on her face, waiting for him.

It's Yuxie.

She didn't wear the snow shirt of Tianshan Gate today, but she wore a green pleated skirt, a peach topknot, and a tortoiseshell hairpin on her shiny black hair, which was rare and beautiful.The girl smiled at him cleanly in the bright sky, as if the snow all over the mountain was shining brightly because of it.

When Wang Xiaoyuan saw her, he called out happily: "Senior Sister."

Yu Xie smiled and said, "Junior Brother Xiao Yuan, Master has been meditating recently and has no time to take care of you, so he asked me to check your homework."

After finishing speaking, she raised her legs and stepped into the mountain house.Wang Xiaoyuan hurriedly moved a chair over for her to sit on, and stood aside awkwardly.

This senior sister named Yuxie often came to teach him how to use the sword. She is the next generation descendant of the Yubai swordsman recognized by the Tianshan Gate, and she learned the sword many years earlier than him.

The two of them sat and talked for a while, most of them were about comprehension of knife tactics, holding a knife to move Qi and other tricks.After Yuxie answered Wang Xiaoyuan's questions, the two tacitly picked up the knife beside them, stepped into the snow to make gestures, sweeping, picking, belting, and stabbing. The light of the knife was soft and far away. Like intertwined white silk.

With a sound of "Zheng", the long knife in the girl's hand drew a gauze-like silver light in the air, catching Wang Xiaoyuan's attacking blade.

"You've grown a lot lately." Yu Xie grinned. "The first two moves are already very familiar. I'm afraid that even the second bead disciples of Tianshanmen can't compare to you. No, maybe you have already reached the level of third bead disciples."

"No...don't dare, senior sister praises you a lot." Wang Xiaoyuan blushed and tried to smile, feeling a little pain in his heart.

Yu looked sideways at his slightly lonely expression, and then looked at the bloody muslin wrapped around his hands, his palms and finger pulps were rough, his fingers were red from the cold, his eyes were tired and bloodshot, he looked distraught, and his heart It was immediately clear.

This kid is insane, he has too many obstacles in his heart, and he is eager for success.

But she doesn't like to tell him that such and such can't be practiced in Yubai Sword Technique at this time, and she hasn't mastered it herself. Although the third knife understands the key points, she is afraid of that extremely terrifying move.Sometimes when she made a slight outline of the third knife, she felt pain as if her hands were broken.The most horrific time, blood flowed all over her hands.

The girl picked up the knife and slowly put it back into the sheath, looking at the blue sky.

"Brother, do you want to go down the mountain?"

Surprised, Wang Xiaoyuan stammered, "Going...down the mountain?" He hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice, "Going down the mountain...isn't it against the rules of the school?"

Yu Xie snorted, "You've practiced these two moves thousands of times, it's enough to deal with some small thieves in Houtianlou."

"The third knife...I haven't practiced it yet."

"Who told you to practice the third knife?" Yu Xie said angrily, twisting his face.This kid's face is also slippery, like soft dough. "I haven't even touched the threshold of the third knife. You are a boy, don't think about this move. If you really succeed, you still want to go out to save people? The four elders will take turns to fight and lock you here! "

Wang Xiaoyuan was still very ignorant, and rubbed his head, "If you have practiced the third knife, why should you lock me here?"

Yuxie folded his hands, squinted his black eyes, "Stupid Junior Brother. If you were a stone and rolled out of the mountain gate, who would chase you and pick you up? But if you were a piece of jade, who would be willing to throw you out of the mountain gate?" Out of the palm? At that time, you will be the beautiful jade coveted by the whole world, of course it is better to lock you in the Tianshan Gate for the rest of your life."

These words made Wang Xiaoyuan a little embarrassed.He thought of the flirtatious woman in black, he hesitated, he vaguely felt that she looked very strong, it would be difficult to fight against her without the third blow.But if he doesn't go down the mountain, how long can the Golden Crow wait for him?

Could it be——Jin Wu had already died in the dark prison of Houtian Tower?

A sharp stabbing pain flashed across his chest, he raised his head abruptly, and took a step forward.

Yu looked at him sideways, with a smile on the corner of her raised lips.She raised her hand and pointed to the distance where the white mist was scattered, where there were jagged snow-capped mountains, and further down was an ice creek that was as green as emerald and ribbon-like, and there were scattered wooden houses snuggling together.

"Junior Brother Xiao Yuan." She said softly, "Let's... go down the mountain together."