refuse to be a teacher

"If you dare, you will kill; if you dare not, you will live."

"The way of heaven is to win without fighting, to respond without speaking, to come without calling, but to plan well."

"What does it mean to dare, what does it mean not to dare?"

"Being reckless and reckless without any scruples is called daring; temporarily restraining your sharpness and being cautious in your words and deeds is called not daring."

"...Understood, if you are bold and fearless, resolute and fierce, you will kill yourself. But if you are as timid as a mouse, you will be safe and sound. So, Master is teaching me...to survive?"

"Bastard, who told you to understand like this?"

The slender five fingers flipped outwards suddenly, and the yellowed paper pages all over the table flew like butterflies in and out of the light and shadow.

Under the light of the half-burned low candle lamp, a pair of clear and dark phoenix eyes were half-closed and slightly opened, unintentionally curved into an angry upward arc.

"If you act recklessly, you become reckless. What does it have to do with courage?"

Yan Jue held a pen and ink in one hand, hooked his white wrist slightly upwards, and the bent knuckles lightly knocked on Xue Erjin's fat little forehead. A little cool.

Xue Erjin couldn't bear it anymore, and asked him: "But Master... If a person lives too cautiously, won't he gradually become a wimp?"

Yan deceived: "That's not called useless, it's called safe."

Xue Erjin said: "If you lose your courage, lose your arrogance, and only live in the status quo, what is it if you are not a wimp?"

Yan Jue stuffed the ink-stained brush into his hand, and said: "...Since you don't understand, you can copy it yourself. When you understand the copy, it's not too late to ask me."

Xue Erjin snorted, supported his head, neither moved nor wrote, just looked at him with disdain and contempt, and pressed hard: "But I don't understand, people are born fearless and unyielding, don't they? Isn't it the way to do things?"

Yan Jue flipped through the stack of rough papers in front of the table, but did not raise his eyes to look at him: "People are born to be aggressive and aggressive, and rushing to put people's heads to death is the basis of everything?"

"I……"

"Patience does not mean cowardice, and resentment does not mean weakness."

Yan Jue tapped his fingers on the table, and said clearly: "... just don't understand if you don't understand, I just want to teach you how to read and write, I don't intend to explain the hard truth to you, some things don't make sense, and if I say it, it's just a waste of time. "

Xue Erjin secretly rolled his eyes, and asked again: "It's useless to just talk, can Master himself do the four words 'courage and dare not'?"

Yan Jue raised his hand coldly, stretched out a finger pointing down towards the floor, and said, "If I could do it, I wouldn't be trapped in such a poor place..."

——If you dare, you will kill; if you dare not, you will live.

Xue Erjin thought of her elder brother who was usually timid about everything.

Thinking of his extremely humble appearance when he bowed his head to meet everyone.

Dare not dare.

Dare not dare.

Dare not dare.

He, Xue Erjin, has lived to this age, and he no longer has any form of "dare not" or shrinking back.

For many years, the boiling blood in a cavity was either directed at the enemy, or directed at himself without hesitation.

Therefore, I got used to the pain and comfort brought about by the rampage, and the intermingling and melting between the two has far replaced the hesitation and indifference left over from the calm.

At this time, someone suddenly ran over and told him that this was wrong.

A person who is too tough will die.And the person who crawls silently in the dark corner has the opportunity to have the last laugh and see all the helplessness and vicissitudes in the world.

For the first time, Xueer had the idea of ​​finding out what was going on with the constant conflicting cognitions from outsiders.

His first reaction was not to ask Yan Jue, but to hastily took out a crumpled white paper from the tool that he used to practice calligraphy on weekdays. The brother at the office replied a letter.

It's just that he was used to the numbness and indifference for too long, and when he was full of heart and tried to make a fortune for others again, all the thousands of words turned into a blank.

For four full years, he never replied even a single word to his elder brother.For a long time, I have been waiting at the bottom of the valley to passively receive his news, and then thinking about his humble appearance as always, I feel helpless and hateful, without any pity.

What should he say?

"Recently, I was fortunate enough to meet someone in the valley, which is very fresh and interesting. Will you be able to bring him to meet you...to meet?"

—Obviously, this is impossible.Even if the sky is falling, it may not be possible to do it successfully.

What should I say then?

Be straightforward and ask him, brother, do you think it's funny?Recently I met a fool who taught me how to read and write in a serious manner, but he also wanted to explain to me some endless truths.

What is the courage to dare, the courage not to dare.

What are the clouds and fog, and the sky is falling.

But it's all empty talk.

The fool patiently explained it many, many times, but I couldn't quite understand it.

However, I have thought about it for a long time, and I think only a cowardly person like you would have a deeper understanding of this sentence...

Late at night.

Xue Erjin took advantage of the faint candlelight beside the table, holding a pen in one hand and a thick stack of discarded papers in the other.Some words were written over and over again. Feeling dissatisfied, they kneaded them into a ball impatiently and squeezed them tightly in the palm of their hands. Until the end, they failed to write anything decent.

At that time, he really wanted to send an ordinary letter.

But he couldn't hold it back, so he had no choice but to give up.

When he turned around, he looked at his foolish master who had been dreaming for a long time, who was nestling quietly on the bed at the moment, curled up into a boiled shrimp.

Xue Erjin thought about it, and decided to ask him when he got up tomorrow morning. There were many, many things, and he wanted to ask him in detail.

But he failed in the end.

Before dawn the next day, he went out of the valley as a routine, and when Ru Jiu's letter was sent to him again, he silently issued a second order to him.

"The villain in the valley is definitely not an ordinary kind. Don't let him know any truth. When you and I die on the spot, he must be one of the murderers."

The meaning couldn't be simpler, it was to make him keep his mouth shut.Even if they stay together day and night, they should not tell Yan Jue anything related to the living sword clan.

Otherwise, what will be the end, the letter stated concisely and clearly at a glance.

It was at this time that Xue Erjin's heart, which had been sinking in Xixin Valley for a long time, finally had some doubts that could not be dispelled at the right time.

It has been four long years since my brother was placed under house arrest.Now that he is intact, what was the real purpose of those who arrested him in the first place?

In fact, it is not difficult to guess that in the past four years, the letters that have not been returned to each other inevitably contain some accusations from others.Xue Erjin knew in her heart that the letter could flow unimpeded all the way in private, someone must have done everything in secret to lay the groundwork along the way, so that those "what should be said" could be conveyed from Xue Erjin's ears verbatim.

So how much of the communication between the elder brother and him that has not changed for many years is true and how much is false?

Is it a well-intentioned reminder, or a deliberate provocation?

If it is said that Yan Jue is definitely not a kind person, what are those demons and ghosts who manipulate everything behind the scenes?

Xue Erjin's face was heavy, and when he went back to the house and saw Yan Jue again, the words he was about to ask were suddenly stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The people of the world have always treated the living sword clan members with swords and swords, and rarely have the opportunity to show a kind face.

Whether it is Xue Erjin who seems to be at ease at the bottom of the valley, or his brother who is a prisoner outside the valley.

them……

No, it's them.

The reason why it is called a living sword by the population is because of the value of its own use, which is exactly where it stops.

Such a principle is the same for everyone.

What's more, Yan Jue and him met by chance.But thinking about the extremely ridiculous master-student scene, for the time being, he has never had any intention of killing him.

Xue Erjin had saved him, hugged him, kissed him, and even used her own blood to support him no matter the cost.

In the end, what is it?

The light of Ya Ling's sword on the wall was dazzling, and the slender five fingers on the neck were fatal with one blow.

In the silent and hesitating night, Xue Erjin turned his back to him, pretending to be fast asleep, but his heart was stabbed one after another, and it was painful.

"Everyone is trying their best to beg for it, and you say you don't want it?"

Everyone is staring at his flesh and blood, trying to tear him apart completely, including his soul.

"Could it be... you think it's too little?"

People's hearts are unpredictable, even you are no exception.

"Master... if you let it go a little more, I will die."

Even if you are as clean and pure as you, it is inevitable that you will be ambitious and your desires will be hard to fill.

"Don't come here... go away!"

At the very beginning, to Xue Erjin, Yan Jue was just a doll that could be angry and laugh.

In this game of pretending to be a master and apprentice, the only person who made up his mind to be the master of others simply acted meticulously and devoted himself to it.

And he, Xue Erjin, was pretending to greet him with a fake smile.

Even today, she has long been used to the seemingly cold and indifferent warmth between that person's brows.

— crackling.

A sudden, sharp and painful cry passed through the ears.

The clay pot filled with live blood shattered all over the floor, and the scalding liquid splashed all over the place, instantly splashing Xue Erjin's twisted arms.

After that, it was not only the fragile skin on the surface, but also his heart that seemed to have returned to death.

Xue Erjin turned her back alone, and used the sharp point of the knife to mercilessly cut through a piece of blood dripping flesh and blood, allowing the heart-piercing pain to spread all over her body, and then passed it to her brain, all the boiling pain Emotions are all crushed into a pool of stagnant water.

However, it was at this time that Yan Jue followed closely, stood behind him without hesitation, spread his palms, raised his soft and slender knuckles, and gently clasped his.

"I didn't say I wanted your blood, let alone your life."

"I really want to do it, I did it long ago, what are you doing teaching you to read and write?"

He frowned, under the black eyelashes, a pair of flustered eyes, either wronged, or sad, or countless pity and cherish.

"Wounds and skins need to be cleaned and bandaged. You have lived so many years in vain, don't you even understand this bit of common sense?"

"Is it still hurting?"

"Since you know it hurts, why don't you want to think about the consequences every time you use the knife?"

At that moment, Xue Erjin turned her head to look at him.

Snowy skin, soft eyebrows.

And the thin lips that were unintentionally curved when she smiled slightly.

For the first time in him, I experienced a very strong impulse called uncontrollable emotion.