beg for chivalry

Time flies, stars move, counting from the day he stepped into the Tianshan Gate, five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Tianshan Mountains are still snowing quietly from time to time, and the clouds and mist surround the cliff tops, as if covered with a soft veil.What is different from the past is that there are some spiritual flags inserted on the mountain road, white tassels fluttering in the wind, and plain white curtains are drawn in the cliff cave.

Yubai Swordsman passed away.Few people in the Tianshan Gate knew about this matter, only the elders and a few people knew about it.Her body is weak, and she fell to the root of the disease when she confronted her predecessor, Yu, who betrayed the Tianshan Gate. During these years, she often lingered on the bed.

Now that she has passed away, although few people have noticed, there is an increasingly solemn look in the Tianshan Gate.The new wind blows past the spirit banner, making a mournful whimper, which lasts for a long time.

The apse was filled with blue smoke.

Wearing a dragon robe, Emperor Haotian sits majestically in the main niche.Under the black plaque of the golden statue, several white-bearded old men sat around the red sandalwood table, and the four elders of Tianshan Gate were gathered here, discussing in low voices.

Elder Dongqing was holding the seven-star dragon sword. He lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Yu Qiuxia has passed away."

"I can't help it. She was not in good health. We forced her to stay in the bitter cold for a long time. The Yubai swordsman has not died well for decades, and she also... oh, that's all. Don’t tell me which one is more annoying.” Yunan Chi, with a big belly, was making tea on his own, and when the tea powder he got from Hanyang Peak arrived, he poured it with boiling water, and a layer of green and green color floated up.He pinched his beard and asked, "Who is her favorite student? Is it the little girl named Yuxie?"

Sitting at the head of the west was the slender Elder Xi Xun, with a serious expression on his sharp-edged face:

"No, not her."

The other three elders were slightly startled, and Yu Beixuan slowly raised his cold and majestic face.

When Yuxi Xun tapped the bamboo wat in his hand, there was a crisp sound, but it sounded like a heavy sigh. "That girl is too stupid. She violated the precept of killing people, and she has an obsession in her heart. She told me that she would never learn Yubai Dao again. I pity her talent at that time, and maybe she will go down the mountain. I don't want her to be disturbed when she meditates." Trapped by miasma, the result..."

"result?"

"... She cut out her own eyes with a knife." Yu Xixun closed her eyes, her brows trembling unbearably, "She said that from now on, all the techniques of Yubai Saber will be given to the concubine of Yuqiu Xia Mountain disciple."

There is a figure standing on the top of the cliff, the wind blows up a misty veil, making a fluttering noise in a white robe.He quietly looked at the disciples walking on the mountain path below, the images of people were like tiny trickles, slowly converging into a trickle.

He vaguely thought of himself when he first entered the mountain, and set foot on the trail as piously and cowardly as these disciples, but when he wanted to think of more of the past, his mind was clouded.He only knew that he was the last disciple of Yubai Swordsman of Tianshan Gate, Yu Qiuxia taught him the three-style saber technique, and after her death, he became Yu Qiuxia.

The disciples climbing on the mountain path seem to have seen him and looked up in surprise. Some even knelt down and bowed heavily to him.Now he is the only person in the Tianshan Gate who can perform the third type of saber technique, and thanks to his fate, after performing the third saber a few times, his body was broken, but he was able to hold on.Everyone worshiped him as a god, and shouted the name of Yubai Swordsman.

But only the blind girl who was holding a boat on the Taiyi River would call him softly: "Junior Brother Xiao Yuan." She would also tell him the key points of sword practice in detail, and sometimes fell silent in a sad way.Sometimes she would sigh to him, apologize to him, and say, "I'm sorry, it's my senior sister who left you in this world of ice and snow."

He vaguely knew the reason why she apologized to him, but he never complained once.The senior sister wants to teach him the true biography of the master, but after learning the sword technique, he will be imprisoned here and become the lord of the Tianshan Gate.

So he often stares blankly at the white birds of prey spreading their wings in the sky. They swim freely, as if they can fly over the cage made of the endless snow-capped mountains.Feeling empty in his heart, he thought, he must have forgotten something.

At night, the Tianshan cliff is cold and dark.Some charcoal was burning in the basin, sizzling, and it was very lonely in the long night.Yu Qiuxia put the knife aside, unfolded the felt blanket, wrapped herself up and fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to have turned back into a child, sitting by the blazing bonfire, surrounded by pitch-black mountains, the peaks of which seemed to reach the zenith.He sat under the dark blue sky, listening to the rustling of summer insects, the hot and humid smell emanating from the soil, and the branches and leaves seemed to have a bitter fragrance.The mountain ghosts sang drunkenly, walked out of the forest unsteadily, and sat down beside him.

There seemed to be a shadow behind the burning flame, and it lay motionless.He has had this dream several times, and is no stranger to this shadow.

"Hey, who are you?" He asked again.

"Why do you keep looking at me? Why don't you talk?"

He dreamed again and again that he was sitting by this campfire, facing this strange figure.The figure was hazy and faceless, as if a layer of mist had covered its eyes.

After waiting for a while, he felt a little bored, and stretched his sore legs by the fire, thinking that the dream would end as soon as possible.

"...Xiao Yuan."

In the long silence, he vaguely heard a call, which seemed to contain endless joy, but also a bit sad.

He sat up abruptly.

The black shadow was sitting beside him, and at an unknown time, it passed through the bright firelight and landed beside him.

"...Wang Xiaoyuan." The black shadow said softly.

The mist-like darkness gradually dissipated, and he was shocked to see a vague human face from the shadow.First the cheeks, then the eyebrows, strange and familiar, although it seems that they have never met, but they are like a countryman reunited after a long absence.

"Do you still recognize me?" the figure asked.He saw a pair of blue pupils, his eyes shone like emerald green waves, which was rare and gentle.The figure looked at him quietly and called his name in a low voice. "Wang Xiaoyuan."

In an instant, tears gushed out like a spring.He looked at the face that had taught him to think day and night, and wept uncontrollably.Suddenly, the miasma in my mind disappeared.He remembered this face, which he used to draw over and over again a hundred times in the snow on the Tianshan cliff.

Jin Wu sat beside him, staring at him.

The flames flickered, casting dreamlike shadows on the ground.

The two sat by the warm but somewhat quiet bonfire, looking at each other silently.At that moment, the Yubai swordsman at the Tianshan Gate disappeared, and he turned back into the anxious little boy in the past.

This place is neither the Tianshan Mountains full of snow, nor the South China Sea with continuous peaks, it is a dream but not an illusion.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, Wang Xiaoyuan burst into tears, but couldn't help laughing.After a long time, he spoke hoarsely:

"...Master...Master."

Suddenly, the past that should have been fragmented was finally picked up and pieced together by him.He recognized the figure in front of him, and also remembered his original appearance.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked almost pleadingly, tracing the man's eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, and stretched out his hand to catch a shadow, but found that the figure was like black smoke emerging from between his fingers. gone. "...Master?"

"If this hadn't been a dream, you wouldn't have seen me either." Jin Wu said to him slyly with his face covered.

Wang Xiaoyuan was taken aback for a moment, and laughed through tears.The two looked at each other and smiled under the quiet night, the bright starlight shone down, and their eyes seemed to be shining like stars.

"Five years...only five years have passed..." Wang Xiaoyuan lowered his head and buried his face in his palm. "I just...forgot all about you."

"What's the matter?" Jin Wu said, "Now you finally remembered an old club that you hated so much."

The wind blows over the banyan leaves, the sound of Haloxylon and insects are extremely noisy, and the heart is also noisy, and it has been pounding wildly since then.He felt a little regretful, but he couldn't tell the complicated emotions in it.

So, as if he had received the grace of heaven, he eagerly and anxiously told Jin Wu everything he had experienced in the past few years.The figure listened silently.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had returned to the old days, when he told Jinwu about those chivalrous stories that were circulated in the streets and alleys.Only this time, when he talked about it, he wasn't elated, but burst into tears, and when he talked about it, he couldn't make a sound.

"But... is it too late?" At the end, Wang Xiaoyuan asked hesitantly, "Could it be that you are no longer alive and my years are in vain?"

A little despair surged in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on Jinwu.

After a long time, Jinwu raised his head, looked at Daiqing's sky, and said:

"I will wait for you."

"If you can't wait for one day, you'll wait until the next day. If you can't wait for spring, you'll wait until winter. Wang Xiaoyuan, I'll just treat you as an idiot with extremely slow legs. I'll count from one to a hundred thousand. You should know how to do it." Are you here?"

A great grief welled up in his heart, Wang Xiaoyuan wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve vigorously, and choked: "That's... not sure. Because I... was too slow. Just as you said at the beginning... Entering the Tianshan Mountain It has been five years since I learned the art of swordsmanship."

"It's not slow to say it is slow." Jin Wu said, "But I have already counted about one hundred thousand."

"Then what should I do?"

"Yeah, what should I do? Then I have to count one hundred thousand again. After counting once, I will count the second, third... hundreds of times. There will always be one time you It will come."

Jin Wu looked at the brilliant sky of the Milky Way, his eyes reflected the brilliant sky, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. "I'm not like you after all."

"I don't like promises, and I will never break my promises."

Yu Qiuxia suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the cliff cave, there was a strong wind, and there seemed to be thousands of beasts raging and howling in the heaven and earth.Flakes of ice smashed into the cracks in the rocks, making a tinkling sound.He sat up, the cave was very cold, there were still some embers in the iron basin, which were slightly warm, and there were blood-like threads of fire in the ashes.

The next day, he went down the mountain.

A group of white-clothed disciples gathered by the mountain gate and got into the mule cart one by one.This time he tied the gauze hat behind his back, showing his face for a long time.This day was the day to go down the mountain to buy sacrificial wine, he mingled with the disciples, no one recognized him as Yubai swordsman Yu Qiuxia, they only regarded him as a new disciple, just by looking at him.

The disciples chattered all the way, talking about the world's most respected hero, and his name was unavoidable among them.Talking about the Northern School and the Southern School, talking about the Wumeng and Sanliu, and counting the legends of the third sword that shook the world with relish.

He also listened silently, and immediately laughed it off, he didn't like to make a third cut, and every time he made a move, he always met a strong opponent.In the past, Yubai swordsman lived deep in the mountains, he was the only one who loved to sneak out, and many enemies came to him.After the third cut, his muscles and bones were torn apart, and his whole body was as limp as mud. He always asked Elder Dongqing to take him back to the door.

On the bumpy cart, Yu Qiuxia took the jade pendant on the knife into his hand while listening to their endless chat.The juniors who were chatting here and there would never know that the jade white swordsman they respected was thinking of leaving the jade pendant behind and becoming an idler like a wild crane.

The dream I had last night can't be remembered clearly, it is like a cloud covering my mind, Yu Qiuxia only vaguely remembers that she cried a lot, and her heart is still empty and lonely when she wakes up.The third knife is the most mentally exhausting, he has been turned upside down several times, and he doesn't quite remember his name.

Drive all the way to Haijin.All the disciples passed by a small temple with mottled Zhuzhu, Yu Qiuxia picked up a half incense stick from an empty place where no one asked for incense, and sneaked in.The golden paint of the Buddha statue has been knocked off, leaving only a layer of mud coat.He heard that knocking down 180 times can make a wish come true, so he really knocked his dizzy head on the ground.

Probably it was really helpful, he seemed to recall the fleeting moment, but he was still dizzy.

When he came out of the temple, he could only see people coming and going on Laotieqiao Street, shoulder to shoulder, and the black and white was full of moving heads.There was a lot of voices in the flower-filled paving room, and the mellow wine fragrance wafted from the pear pavilion.

A gust of wind blows suddenly, sending the spicy fragrance into the nose.On the peddler's cart, colorful paper birds flapped their wings, and golden fallen leaves swirled in the wind like butterflies.The gauze hat was lifted high, bringing Yu Qiuxia's eyes into view. He stretched out his hand to press the edge of the hat, but found a person lying on the railing on the second floor of the Li Pavilion.

The man seemed to be asleep, with a stick with hawthorn berries in his mouth, and the end of the stick flicked gently.

The breeze messed up his pitch-black hair, and the clothes on his body were also as black as ink.Yu Qiuxia could only see his pale profile, which was a little strange, and seemed to have been seen in a dream.The sunlight fell on him, a little dazzling, and it was particularly disturbing.

Yu Qiuxia stared at him blankly.For some reason, warm tears suddenly filled his eyes.

The dream of last night was already blurred, but a few words still echoed in his ears for a long time.

The figure sitting by the campfire said to him: "After all, I'm not like you... I don't like promises, and I will never break my promises."

"I won't break my word this time," he remembers replying.

"If you can't find it in a thousand days, then you will spend ten thousand days looking for it. No matter what the weather is like, the sun rises and the moon sets. As long as you trust me and wait for me, I will never stop for a moment and keep looking forever. It doesn’t matter if ten or 20 years pass.”

"One day, I will find you, young master."

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