stop!This is your junior brother!

Decades ago, at the celebration banquet.

This is probably the most lively celebration banquet in Qiong Kingdom.

Martial arts knights sat with officials, soldiers sat with generals, civil servants sang to the sky with wine glasses in their hands, and hung shoulder to shoulder with their political opponents drunkenly, without seeing the usual tit-for-tat.

Ran Cang took a glass of wine from an unknown knight and drank it down, but his gaze remained fixed on the figure in the distance, never leaving.

Ning Heng was dressed in white, with a long blue sword on his waist. He was unrestrained and unrestrained while pushing cups and changing cups, with a smile on his face, and there seemed to be stars in his eyebrows and eyes.

The crowd crowded around him, but they never pushed and shoved him. No matter how unruly they came to him, they would unconsciously become a little more polite if they were glanced at by his spring-filled eyes.

He is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is also the light.

Ran Cang's hand tightened involuntarily, and drank the wine in his hand.

The brighter he is, the darker the corners of his heart will be.

His tenderness and consideration are due to his own upbringing, which is for everyone, not unique to him.

Not... unique to him.

'Ah Heng...would you like to come into the palace to accompany me when the world is in chaos? '

'Okay, then I'm going to live here for a few months and don't kick me out. '

'Then how come... Ah Heng, I mean, can you live in the palace all the time?I want to talk with Ah Heng every night by candlelight and sleep on my feet...'

'Hahaha!Silly Ah Cang, you are still young, when you grow up, how can you have the heart to come to me to talk at night by candlelight, I'm afraid I wish I could go away! '

'Where does Ah Heng want to go? '

'I——after sorting out the martial arts affairs, I went to visit the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. Back then, the master concentrated on the martial arts, and I never tasted a lot of food. As a disciple, I did it for me haha. '

Ran Cang let out a heavy breath.

I don't know how long this celebration banquet lasted, it was so long that Ran Cang was already a little dull from drunk.He leaned on the wall and swayed slightly. The guards behind him wanted to go up to support him, but were pushed away again.

Ran Cang staggered like this until he felt something was wrong.

The footsteps of the guards following behind him disappeared.

He turned around suddenly and saw a man in black.

"Your Majesty, do you know Prisoner Gu?"

That was the first encounter between Ran Cang and Shi Jijiao.

……

"Ah Cang, there are Gu masters in the martial arts who violate discipline and create human Gu, I will encircle and suppress them."

"Ah Cang! Hurry up! The fifth and sixth are still inside!"

"Ah Cang, what are you... doing?"

"Ah Cang?"

"……roll."

"Forgive you? Ran Cang, the thing I regret the most is that I helped you that day!"

"..."

Ning Heng in front of him has a thin body, fair skin, long hair hanging down to his ankles, and looks like a woman. If someone says that he is the clear water swordsman whose sword was like a clear water, no one will believe it.

A pair of butterfly bones on the back can be seen through the clothes, and it is no longer the strong body that carried him out of the mountain of corpses step by step.

Did he ruin him?

Ran Cang held him in his arms from behind, warm.

The arms slowly tightened, strangling his thin body, as if to cut him in half, and rubbed him into his arms.

But he was by his side.

Never going to see anyone else again.

Ran Cang turned his head around, but saw that pair of pupils were still dark and bright, but he could not be seen in them.

It seems that he is no different from this bed shackle table and chair.

Ran Cang's heart was clenched suddenly.

"Aheng!"

……

There is a bright yellow in front of my eyes.

He thought he was screaming hoarsely, but in fact the sound he made was like a mosquito.

Things in front of me gradually became real.

You don't see the breeze and moon, you don't see the noise of the bonfire, you don't see the golden cage, but you can still see those eyes.

Ran Cang struggled to grab it, but couldn't raise his hand.

Ning Heng stood in front of his window, expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

Ah Heng!

Ran Cang seemed to say, Ah Heng, please save me; wanted to say, Ah Heng, you know, I was just too afraid that one day you would leave without saying goodbye; wanted to say, Ah Heng, can you forgive me, I know I was wrong... He thought He talked a lot, but it was all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Luo Shu said coldly: "I've read it, is it okay?"

Ran Cang glared at Luo Shu, Luo Shu wanted to say something, but felt that he was playing the piano to a cow, so he simply turned his head away to see it.

Ning Heng lightly pressed Luo Shu's shoulder, then looked at Ran Cang.

"Is there anything else to say?"

Ran Cang opened and closed his lips, looking at Ning Heng in front of him.

His long hair is tied up, and he is dressed in a strong white outfit. Through the material, it can be seen that his muscles are as smooth as a cheetah. He has a long blue sword on his waist.

This is Ning Heng.

This should be Ning Heng.

He used to ask Ning Heng day and night if he could forgive him, if he could understand him.He deceived himself and others, always thinking that one day Ning Heng would understand his pain and stay by his side without chains.

But at this moment, he suddenly knew all the answers.

Cut off the wings of a bird and keep it in a cage. No matter how clear the water is, no matter how delicious the fruit is, it is not what the bird wants.

Birds should belong to the blue sky, not a cage in his hands.

Ah Heng probably thought so too.

Luo Shu looked up at Ning Heng, he knew that Ning Heng had let go, but he was just worried that Ran Cang had some other means, or even wanted to die together.

Obviously it is the sun that warms everything, but he wants to lock the light in his arms so that no one else can see it.

Obviously it was out of the gentleness of his upbringing, but he was so stubborn that he wanted to keep it for himself, thinking that it was eternity.

The help he gives you is to give you a goal, and the light he gives you is to illuminate your future path, instead of being dragged by you into eternal darkness and perishing together.

Luo Shu stared at Ran Cang fixedly, he could see comprehension in Ran Cang's eyes, but no remorse.

A portion of the incense in the hall was burned, and the gray pieces fell down and buried in the incense burner. The sunlight slanted, casting the shadow of the window lattice on the ground.

Ran Cang's voice was hoarse, like a centenarian.

"Ah Heng, have you ever liked me?"

That day, when the willows were smoky and the willows were white, you threw me the stolen purse, smiled casually, and your eyes were clear.

Did you ever please me?

'Little son, be careful in the future. '

That day, the sound of cicadas was noisy, and you brought a wooden box, filled with the fragrance of medicine.

Did you ever please me?

'Ah Cang, this is medicine that can help you reshape your meridians. '

That day the maple leaves were like blood, I was above ten thousand people, and I was worshiped by all, while you stood under the stage, dressed in white, with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

Did you ever please me?

'The Wulin League forms an alliance with the royal family. '

That day the east wind was bitter, the armor was frosted, and the enemy soldiers shouted behind them, you carried me on your back, and hid me in the cellar, breathing entangled.

Did you ever please me?

"Ah Cang, don't be afraid."

The breeze blowing the willows when I gave you hairpins, the heartfelt teaching while the candle shadows were shaking, and the teaching of martial arts next to the scorching sun... Have you ever had such a day, a moment, a moment-like me, that your heartbeat was messed up?

Ran Cang looked at Ning Heng, as if pleading, as if wishing.

Does this mean that I am not the only one from beginning to end.

Ning Heng looked at him, and shook his head slowly and firmly under Ran Cang's expectant gaze.

"Never."

The child who made his heart tense when he frowned back then is no longer there. No matter how desperate the eyes of the person in front of him are, his heart is like stagnant water, without any waves.

Some words, at the beginning I knew he wouldn't listen, then I didn't want to say it, and finally I thought it was unnecessary.

But in order to give him an explanation, and also to give himself an explanation, Ning Heng still wants to explain clearly.

"From beginning to end, I just regard you as a junior, as a brother, as a half-disciple, and I have never crossed the line at all."

There was no inexplicable ambiguity, no excessive intimacy, Ning Heng never figured out why Ran Cang had other thoughts in those 50 years.

Speaking of it later, Luo Shu looked at him with an inexplicable expression, and then sighed softly.

Because for some people, tenderness is intimacy, warmth is ambiguity, grows in the dark, suddenly sees the light, will not be able to distinguish between obsession and love, left and right finally write on obsession.

Because some people are born with warmth, obsession, and longing. It is the touch that makes people addicted, and the concern that can't be quit.

Ning Heng was not wrong, and neither was Ran Cang. What was wrong was his paranoia, which was realized by the worst means, ruining Ning Heng and himself.

"... Later, during those 50 years, all I had left was hatred."

Ning Heng spoke lightly, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"Until I was rescued, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Brother Luo was wondering why I recovered so quickly, probably because I was thinking about how to kill you every day."

"I was ruined by the kids I taught myself."

Ning Heng smiled softly, Ran Cang's whole body trembled.

"Aheng..."

hate me?Yes, it should be hated... But his heart heaved violently, and every stroke was a heart-wrenching pain.

hate me?How can you hate me, you are Ning Heng, the whole world can hate me, I love you so much, how can you hate me?

Ran Cang made a "drinking" sound in his throat, but he was still speechless.

Hongyou was lying on Luo Shu's shoulder, wagging its tail.

"But now I have thought clearly," Ning Heng held the long sword at his waist, smiling as before, with rivers and lakes in his eyes, mountains and rivers, but without Ran Cang, "It's only about 50 years. It's still a long time, I can still visit the mountains and rivers, you and I are clear, there is no need to hate."

He met Ran Cang's bewildered eyebrows and shook his head lightly, "I don't hate anymore."

From then on, there is no relationship between you and me.

Ning Heng turned around, straightened his back, and pointed at the long sword at his waist.

Ran Cang didn't like to see Ning Heng's back, which represented farewell, but he had never panicked like today, probably because he knew that this farewell would be forever.

He doesn't hate it anymore?

He doesn't hate anymore!

Ran Cang would rather Ning Heng would hate and vent all his grievances on him, so that he could at least convince himself that he still remembered him, that he left a mark on him that would never be erased in this life, that he could Continue to deceive yourself and tell yourself that Ah Heng belongs to him and only belongs to him.

But now, he doesn't hate it anymore.

How could he not hate it? !

"Aheng!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and finally called out Ning Heng's name, but Ning Heng still didn't look back.

……

After returning to Zuixian Tower, Luo Shu gave the pair of shackles to Ning Heng as a complete farewell to the past.

Ning Heng looked at the pair of shackles in silence for a long time, and in Luo Shu's surprised expression, he used his internal strength.

The shackles shattered inch by inch.

The outer layer of iron peeled off, revealing patches of emerald green, like spring water.

Luo Shu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Ning Heng's hands trembled slightly, but he patiently separated the bise one by one and arranged them again.

From the sun rising to the sky, to the golden black falling to the west.

Ning Heng didn't want Luo Shu's help either, he slowly fought and finally made a sword.

It was exactly the same as the one on his waist.

"Brother Luo," Ning Heng smiled and looked up at Luo Shu, "This is the sword my master left me, Lu An."

"Thank you, I didn't expect to see it again."

Luo Shu silently brought a box, and Ning Heng put the sword pieces into it bit by bit.

"Lao Ning... Blacksmith Yin's craftsmanship is good, do you want to send it to have a look?"

Ning Heng shook his head, "No need."

He held the wooden box in his hand, more precious, "Master once said, we must look forward in everything." He pressed the New Year's Eve on his waist, and said with a smile, "When I am free, I will let it go to accompany Master." , I already have New Year’s Eve.”

Luo Shu tapped his forehead, "I'm confused, the temperature for refining Green Bank is very high, and it can't be repaired."

Ning Heng was slightly stunned, looking at the broken iron on the ground, "Is that so?"

"what?"

"It can be folded inch by inch, but not soft around the fingers."

Luo Shu looked at Ning Heng, smiled and nodded.

"It can be folded inch by inch, but not soft around the fingers."

His back was as straight as a sword.

The author has something to say: The ancient poems in this article are selected from "Li Duwei's Ancient Sword"