Don't repay, just hug

After snuggling up to sleep on the lawn and regaining some strength, King Xuan came to Huang Po's house with Guangxiu in his arms.

On the way here, Guangxiu had been introduced by King Xuan. Huang Po was the most outstanding weapon forging master in the Netherworld, and King Xuan's artifact, the Yamo Knife, was made by him.And in King Xuan's heart, Huang Po's existence is just like his father, a rare existence that even the ruler can respect.

Huang Po's home is located in a remote mountain forest bordering the Southern Territory.After the death of his only son, he lived here alone.King Xuan had intentionally placed him in the King Xuan Pavilion, but he himself didn't like the hustle and bustle of big cities, so King Xuan could only follow his wishes.In order to prevent the miasma from invading his body, King Xuan purposely built an enchantment stone near his home to protect his home.

"There it is."

The finger that was not holding Guangxiu pointed to a simple stone house deep in the dense forest below.Surrounded by dead vine trees that cannot grow new leaves, the house looks even more desolate.Guangxiu noticed that King Xuan's lips were pursed, presumably he felt that Huang Po lived in such an environment, he couldn't bear it.

The sound of chopping wood can be heard from just now.

Mitsuhide followed the sound and looked down, but the road surface was covered by the trunks of dead vine trees, and it was impossible to observe the situation inside from the perspective of the sky.

"This voice...is there anyone else living here?"

"It should be his servant. The old man doesn't like young people idle. He will always find something for them to do."

While speaking, King Xuan landed on the ground with Guangxiu in his arms.The sound of chopping wood came from nearby, and Huang Po's home was close in sight.

A very rustic stone house, with a huge chimney towering behind it, emitting blue smoke.There is a well next to the stone house, and a wooden bucket is placed beside the mouth of the well. It seems that the owner who is planning to fetch water temporarily put aside the work here because of other things.

King Xuan walked over, put down the bucket and filled it with water, Guangxiu also came to help.

"Brother Xuan, where do you want to put the bucket?"

"It should be sent to the workshop, but he should be working now, we can't get in. Let's put it here first."

King Xuan brought Guangxiu to the area where he lived, the door was open, and they walked in directly.Guangxiu looked around while saying "Hello". This is a shabby room that is very suitable for a simple stone house. The owner only added the most basic daily necessities and furniture. For the famous name in the world, this kind of living room is really not decent.

The moment he came in, King Zixuan's eyes showed both anger and sadness, which did not escape Guangxiu's eyes.

Guangxiu didn't make a sound this time, his eyes fixed on King Xuan's eyes moved to the most conspicuous place in the house, where a spiritual tablet was placed, among the slightly dusty furniture, only this spiritual tablet was wiped spotless.

He walked over, and the name of Huang Po's son was engraved on the spirit tablet.

As if his chest was blocked by something, Guangxiu let out a bitter voice: "Ah..."

He carefully picked up the spirit tablet, thinking of the pain of a white-haired man giving a black-haired man, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.King Xuan also came over, staring at the spirit card in Guangxiu's hand, with a rare sadness in his eyes.

"Tianxiang..."

Low and fine whispers broke the silence.Since he is Huang Po's son, he should also be a very important person to King Xuan.

Guangxiu carefully put the spirit card back to its original place, hugged King Xuan from behind, and pressed his face against his broad shoulders.Because he knew that his brother Xuan absolutely didn't want anyone to see his expression at this moment.

As if saying "Brother Xuan, you still have me", Guangxiu tightened his arms around him.One of King Xuan's hands covered the back of Guangxiu's hand, and he held it firmly.

King Xuan gratefully accepted the wordless warmth and comfort from his lover.

"Isn't this... Your Highness?"

The voice from behind made Guangxiu bounce away from King Xuan in a panic.They all stared at the gray-haired old man who came out of the workshop connected to the house.

Even though he is already radiant and pale, the old man still maintains the same vitality as the young people.Seeing that he was still so energetic, King Xuan breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Now in the entire Netherworld, he is the only one left who still called King Xuan before he was crowned.

"Huang Po."

King Xuan went up to meet him, perfectly concealing the indignation and sadness that filled his heart just now, and greeted with a smile.

As stubborn as Huang Po, she would never accept pity and sympathy.

The black unicorn was right next to Huang Po, holding the handle of an empty bucket in its mouth, which was of the same standard as the wooden bucket by the well outside, and it seemed that it was asking Yanqing to take it out.

Guangxiu couldn't help being startled.

King Xuan said that Huang Po didn't like young people doing nothing, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even let Hei Qilin go.Apart from their recognized masters in this world, Huang Po was the first to be able to send divine beasts to work.

Only King Xuan, who knew what was going on, smiled at his partner.

The demon has a long life that is envied by human beings. If even the demon has the appearance of an old man, then he has really lived for a very long time.Yan Qing couldn't bear to let such an old Huang Po do these menial tasks, so she took the initiative to raise her hand to help.

Huang Po is stricter with himself than with others. He will not push work to young people and be lazy.

The black unicorn who had served by King Xuan's side since he was a child was also a very familiar friend to Huang Po.

To apologize for letting him take the first step just now, King Xuan took the wooden barrel from Yanqing's mouth, held it in his hand, and stroked its smooth mane with the other hand.

"Thank you, Yanqing."

King Xuan knew that it was because Huang Po was the object of his respect that Yan Qing condescended to do these things.

Although I still want to put on an attitude of no, I haven't forgiven you yet, but the tail that feels comfortable being touched by King Xuan has already curled up involuntarily.

Guangxiu, who wanted to take the barrel from King Xuan, came over. Huang Po's eyes widened, as if he had just noticed that there was another guest in the room, and asked King Xuan, "Your Highness, who is this?"

Unable to feel the aura of a general on her body, Huang Po babbled, "Are you a friend of His Highness?"

Only then did King Xuan realize that Huang Po's eyes were no longer able to see clearly.

"His name is Guangxiu, and he is my partner."

"Oh!" Huang Po happily leaned in front of Guangxiu, sizing him up carefully.While Guangxiu felt embarrassed, he didn't dare to act rashly, allowing the other party to observe carefully.

Huang Po turned her head back, smiled at King Xuan, "Your Highness has finally found someone he likes, and he has settled down."

"...Hmm." Xuan Wang, who was a little embarrassed by the other party's words, averted his eyes slightly, and just collided with Guangxiu's eyes, realizing that even if Huang Po sees through his thoughts, it is not something to be ashamed of, so he embraced him. Guangxiu looked over Huang Po's shoulder again. "Yes. So I want to bring it for you to meet."

"Hi." Guangxiu greeted.

Huang Po laughed and said, "Good! Good! I am more than happy to see His Highness get married in my lifetime."

"In your lifetime?" King Xuan suddenly became nervous, "Isn't your body still very strong? Why Huang Po, you..." Grasping Huang Po's arm, the tactile feeling like holding a rough wooden stick came. In an instant, King Xuan swallowed back the words that followed.

Pulling open the sleeves suddenly, he found that his skin had turned black, covered with calluses and cracks, and couldn't help feeling distressed. "This is……"

Huang Po patted King Xuan's hand, "This is the fate of blacksmiths, Your Highness, you don't need to be sad." After saying this, Huang Po looked deeply at the spirit tablet placed there.

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, you ordered someone to send a message, not just to let the old man meet your sweetheart, right?"

"I wanted you to see if the Yemo Knife was damaged, but your body..."

"It doesn't matter, the Yemo Knife is the highest masterpiece of the old man, and the old man doesn't want to see any damage to its blade. Call the Yemo Knife out."

Putting the barrel next to the well, the three of them sat around on the fallen stake outside the house.King Xuan let the blade of Yemo Dao appear in his palm.

After seeing the beautiful brilliance of the blade of Yemo Dao, Huang Po showed a happy smile.

"As expected of your Highness, you can make the blade appear such a beautiful color. You must love it very much. However, the blade has become a little blunt. It seems that you have encountered a very difficult enemy."

"Sure enough, it's not my illusion. After the battle with Shamo, the condition of Yemo Dao is not very good."

"Sha Mo... His highness has improved his martial arts skills again to defeat such a difficult enemy. Don't worry about the condition of the Yemo knife. I will repair it for you before tomorrow evening. During this time, you can take His Highness Guangxiu to the south Let’s enjoy the volcanic hot spring.”

Huang Po lived very close to the hot spring resort in Southern Ling, and his family did not have a room for the two of King Xuan to stay.

In the past, King Xuan would of course accept such kindness, but now, he refuses to let Huang Po repair it for him.

Yemo Dao is equivalent to his right arm and right arm to King Xuan, no one will let the wound on his arm die.

But if Huang Po's health had to be exchanged for this, King Xuan suddenly felt that these injuries were not so important.

Huang Po was very moved and grateful, but no matter how much King Xuan respected him, he was just a courtier in front of the king, and he was also a blacksmith, so there was absolutely no reason for the king's weapons to be blunted all the time.

Suddenly Guangxiu stood up and said, "Brother Xuan, maybe I can try."

Huang Po watched Guangxiu raise his hand in surprise, chanting a lengthy incantation.

As if the trickle of life flowed in, the dull and painful place gradually became much lighter.

Huang Po looked in surprise at the arm that had become smooth after the cracks disappeared, and exclaimed: "You, are you actually a "Light Spellcaster"? "

Mitsuhide, who was thinking about what "Light Master" was, smiled at Huang Po: "Do you feel more relaxed now?"

Huang Po moved his arms flexibly, King Xuan smiled and said, "It seems that Guangxiu cured you."

Guangxiu pursed her lips.The healing technique can only heal his trauma and relieve his pain. He is dying and has few years left.

Huang Po also smiled and said, "I am so lucky to have three lives! In this way, Your Highness, you don't need to worry about this old man. Please enjoy the hot spring."

In fact, King Xuan also knew that Huang Po's time was running out, Huang Po must hope to reunite with his son as soon as possible.

"Alright, then I'll take Guangxiu over there now. Do you want to continue working, Huang Po? Don't work without sleep. Once you enter the workshop, it's easy to forget the time."

"Haha, today's work is over. Tianxiang also said the same thing as you. Although the child will never get angry, he will keep mumbling endlessly. I am really scared by his muttering."

Huang Po fell into the memory with a soft smile.A servant sent by King Xuan told him that Huang Po would always have a few drinks after work, and there would always be a cup full of wine opposite him.

There have always been only two sets of tableware in his home, and he never let outsiders touch his son's set, not even King Xuan.

Huang Po's son is called Huang Tianxiang, if he is still alive, he will be three hundred years older than King Xuan.

When King Xuan was very young, he was able to make the artifact Yemo Dao surrender to him.Children of the same age were no longer his opponents, so he had to compete with the generals.

Weapons need to be maintained, especially those that are used frequently like him, so he often goes to Huang Po's house and gets along very closely with Tianxiang.At that time, King Xuan was curious about the weapons customized by other generals, Tianxiang would take the little prince to the arsenal secretly while his father was working.

Afterwards, Tianxiang scolded Huang Po alone next to Huang Po who found them.

Huang Po always said that at first glance, King Xuan liked to cling to Tianxiang, but in fact it was the opposite.Whenever the work was over and he could have a drink or two with his son, his son would always mention about this little Highness.

"Father, Your Highness is really amazing, his martial arts are already comparable to the Four Spirit Generals."

"Father, Your Highness said that he still wants a dagger. I want to give him one myself."

He embarked on a journey to Penglai Yuzhi alone and never returned.

At that time, the Nether World had not sealed off the country's borders, and demons were not necessarily stronger than humans.

In that era when exorcising demons prevailed, Taoist priests would often sneak into the netherworld to capture demon clans.

After hearing the news of Tianxiang's death, King Xuan became indifferent, unwilling to open his heart to anyone anymore.

Watching the back of the black unicorn carrying the two away, Huang Po said to the sky: "The gentle and kind little Highness from before is back, you should be very happy, Tianxiang."

The wind blows gently, as if someone whispered.Huang Po stroked her hair and smiled steadily.

"Huang Po, I chopped some more firewood, so it's fine to pile it here?"

A young man came out of the forest, holding two bundles of chopped firewood in his hands, and stacked them neatly on the open space.

"Fengzhu, you're still here."

"As I said, I won't leave until my weapon is forged."

Huang Po sighed, but before he could speak, the young man rushed to say: "Yes, yes, I know, you never allow outsiders to stay here. I will find a place by myself. This is very close to the hot spring baths in the south Ah, I happened to be sweating all over, and the young master just wanted to wash it off."

The young man who made the decision shook his hand, said "Bye!" and flew away gracefully.

Huang Po, who didn't even have time to say "wait a minute", stared blankly at the direction in which the boy left.

"Should...you won't run into each other?"