For some reason, a strong wind suddenly blew.
The little boy relied on the movement technique he had learned in the short span of ten days to finally land on the ground with some swaying. The dark man who had saved the child had already fallen into the soil, in a pool of blood.
The little boy didn't think too much about it and rushed to Zhang Kuo's side. He found that the man's injuries were not ordinary. The places where he was injured by the tentacles of the Nine Neonate were bleeding profusely. It was much more serious than the battle at the Ming Sword Hall. The dark red blood was like a flood that had broken through a dam. It gurgled and flowed on the ground, turning the mud into a bright red.
Han Ye looked at Zhang Kuo, who was lying in a pool of blood. He was very nervous, anxious, and afraid. He pressed on the demon's wound helplessly, letting the blood stain his hands. He said,""You, how are you?"
Zhang Kuo opened his eyes with difficulty, opened his mouth slightly and said in a weak voice,"" Hmph…Nothing much…I'm just going to meet the real King of Hell…"
"Ah?" Han Ye was flustered by the words that came out of his mouth. He frowned and his bright eyes became misty. He said anxiously to Zhang Kuo,"Then, then don't you have a way to treat your injuries? Last time at the Howling Sword Hall, you…"
" It's useless…Cough cough…" Zhang Kuo coughed twice, and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth."That devilish web of water and fire sucked away my essence energy…have you ever seen someone bleed so much and still not die?”
Suddenly, Han Ye felt dizzy for a moment. He didn't understand what this feeling was, but he would never forget it. It was this dark-skinned man in front of him who had saved his life without hesitation. It was this dark-skinned man in front of him who was so calm in the face of impending death. For the past ten days, this man had never mistreated him. He had cooked diligently and taught him martial arts patiently. Now, he had died for him.
People are not plants, who can be heartless?
Han Ye cried, but he did not cry. He just quietly cried. Suddenly, thousands of emotions surged into his heart. He could not help but kneel in front of this demon whom he had only been with for more than ten days.
The demon was still lying down. A trace of surprise flashed across his dark and pale face. After a moment, he calmed down and frowned."A man's knees are filled with gold…Didn't your father…teach you that?”
Han Ye didn't answer Zhang Kuo's question, but he cried even harder. His eyes were red and wet, and his voice became more and more unstable. He called out very softly and sadly,""Master…"
Zhang Kuo was shocked and his eyes widened. He looked at Han Ye in disbelief and asked,""You, what did you call me?"
Han Ye's expression was gloomy, but he called out with determination,""Master."
" Good…good disciple…" Zhang Kuo frowned and trembled slightly."Brat…can you call me master again?”
" Master!"
The three words " Master " released all the emotions that Han Ye had accumulated over the past ten days. He could no longer hold it in and threw himself into Zhang Kuo's blood-stained chest, crying loudly,""Wuwuwu! Master, other than Father and Mother, you are the person who treats me the best in this world. I don't want you to die! I don't want you to die!"
" Silly disciple..." Zhang Kuo raised his right hand with great effort and gently placed it on Han Ye's back. He wanted to caress Han Ye, but he couldn't, so he could only put his hand there and comfort him,"" Humans…can't escape…Perhaps, the reason I'm alive…is to save your life…" Seeing Han Ye sobbing, Zhang Kuo scolded him angrily,""Cry, what are you crying for…I told you before…a real man…won't cry easily.”
" I won't cry! I won't cry!" As the little boy listened, he kept sobbing and wiping the tears on his face with his blood-stained hands. Blood and tears merged on his face.
" Little brat…I'm really sorry…I wanted to travel the world with you…But now, I can only send you here…" Zhang Kuo said with regret. He moved his hand to Han Ye's head with all his might and caressed it weakly, just like how most masters loved their disciples."In this life…I haven't done anything good…The happiest thing is being with you for so many days…Because I think too highly of you, I'm so strict when I practice martial arts…Don't blame Master…okay?”
Han Ye wiped his tears with his hand. His face was full of tears and blood. He choked and said,"I know, Master is doing this for my own good…"
Zhang Kuo was pleased and said to Han Ye,""Disciple…the wine pouch, silver…and that sword…you should carry them with you in the future…remember…don't lose them…"
Han Ye nodded vigorously and said,""Master, I will definitely take good care of it!”
" There's one more thing..." The dark-faced man looked at Han Ye solemnly and said lightly,""From now on, don't tell anyone…that I'm your master…"
Han Ye was shocked and asked in confusion,""But why…?"
" Don't, don't be long-winded…" Zhang Kuo frowned and said with a slightly worried expression,""Master asked you to do this…for a reason…"
"But I can't do it." Han Ye shook his head and cried." Master, you taught me martial arts and saved my life. I will treat you as my master for the rest of my life!"”
" Sigh…You little brat…" Zhang Kuo wanted to be angry, but he had no strength to do so. He could only gently stroke Han Ye's head and said earnestly,"" Master can only accompany you up to here…From now on…everything depends on you…"
Han Ye didn't say anything this time. He just nodded firmly. At that time, Zhang Kuo's vision was already very blurry, and his consciousness was also in a state of indistinct. In his haziness, he saw a little boy nodding at him, but gradually, the little boy disappeared and was replaced by a handsome man. The man was wearing a sky-blue Daoist robe, and a light-blue sword hung at his waist. The man's back was facing him, and there was a trace of unruliness in his thin back. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. Under the light, he looked handsome and handsome. Zhang Kuo couldn't recognize this person at the moment, but he felt a sense of familiarity as if he had seen him before. Who was he? While he was hesitating, Zhang Kuo noticed that the man had a candle dragon wine pouch on his waist. He recognized that wine pouch. He remembered that many years ago, on a street, someone had given this wine pouch to a lonely child. Zhang Kuo was still in shock when the man slowly turned around…
"Master!" A white light flashed. Before Zhang Kuo could see the man's face, he was pulled back by his disciple's shout. What greeted his eyes was his disciple's sad face.
Suddenly, Zhang Kuo understood. He looked at Han Ye and thought for a while. Then, he laughed heartily. He was not worried or worried. This demon who had killed countless people in the past smiled and said,"I see! I see!" Han Ye didn't understand what Zhang Kuo was talking about, so he continued to kneel beside Zhang Kuo. Zhang Kuo, on the other hand, looked at the dark sky with guilt and gratitude. He closed his eyes, and a trace of tears flowed down from the corner of his eyes."Master, your disciple has committed a grave sin in the past and has troubled you. Today, this unsolved fate has finally been resolved and I can die without regrets.”After saying that, Zhang Kuo opened his eyes and looked at his confused disciple. He said longingly," Brat, I'm leaving. I'm going to the Ghost Realm to receive my punishment…You have to practice the things I've taught you these past few days…Especially sword techniques and zhenqi. Don't waste them…"
"Yes! Yes!" Han Ye closed his eyes and nodded." I'll listen to you, Master. I'll definitely listen to you!"”
Zhang Kuo looked at his beloved disciple, Han Ye, and his voice gradually became hollow and weak again. He smiled sadly and said the last words of his life,"" Master firmly believes…that one day…you will…become…a…a
Zhang Kuo closed his eyes. He had no regrets. He had killed countless people, but he died to save a child. He had no regrets, no regrets, no regrets…
"Master ~~~!"
The wind once again raged, and a few muffled thunders sounded in the sky. Then, a heavy downpour followed. The heavy rain drenched the soil, made the night sky gloomy, and drenched the hearts of the people.
That lonely night was filled with thunder and lightning, and the wind and rain were sorrowful. In the middle of the storm, a little boy hugged his master's corpse and cried out loud. His long and mournful cries echoed throughout the entire forest and the clouds!
The little boy cried and cried. After an unknown period of time, he looked at his master's wet and dirty body that was stained by the blood rain and soil. Suddenly, he remembered a sentence his master had said before he was alive: "Brat, even after a person dies, you still have the right to choose whether to respect or not to respect him. For example, burying him with your own hands, burning his body, throwing his body into the wilderness, or cutting him into pieces.”
"Master…let me personally bury you.”The little boy wiped the tears off his face and frowned. There was sadness and determination in his clear eyes. Since there were no digging tools nearby, he dug a hole with his hands. When his hands were scraped by the earth and stones, he finally dug a big hole. Then, he took the wine bag from his master's body and dragged his master's stiff and cold body into the hole with all his strength. Han Ye's eyes never left Zhang Kuo's body when he was burying him. He watched as his master's body was buried by him bit by bit. Although he was sad, he did not hesitate. Tears fell along with the rain. After the grave was piled up, he walked to a nearby place and picked up the Longquan Sword and the scabbard that Zhang Kuo had dropped during the fight. Then, he found a small tree, cut a piece of wood, and carved a few crooked words on the wood-" Master Zhang Kuo's Tomb ". Then, he inserted it into the grave.
" Master..." Han Ye, who was drenched and covered in mud, knelt in front of his master's grave. He let the rain hit his face, but the pain in his heart showed no signs of abating. He stroked the wine bag his master had given him and observed the patterns of the dragon holding the candle on it. Suddenly, his master's words flashed through his mind.
……
"Brat, you don't understand, do you? Wine was good stuff! As long as you have it, any worries, fears, sadness, and worries will leave you.”
……
Han Ye closed his nose and held back his endless tears. He opened the wine stopper and drank a mouthful of wine. He choked a few times, but he did not stop because of this. Instead, he continued to drink the bag of wine left by his master.
Drinking was really easy to kill time. After a long time, Han Ye gradually felt his whole body heat up, and his consciousness was a little light.
" Master... I still have a lot to tell you..." Han Ye looked at his master's grave in a daze and suddenly burped. Then he picked up the wine bag and took two sips." I know you're not a good person…but you're not good to others, but you're good to me…I was going to help you be a good person…but…" Han Ye stared at his master's grave in a daze. In his hesitation, he seemed to see his master floating out of the grave, smiling at him, and then turning around to float away into the sky.
" Master... don't, don't go..." The little boy's eyes were as bright as water as he staggered to his feet. He stretched out his left hand to pull his master back, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Even so, Han Ye's right hand was still stretched out into the distance. He couldn't reach it, but he still wanted to reach it. His consciousness was gradually blurring...
In the pouring rain and the mud all over the ground, the little boy was drunk. At this moment, his entire body was covered in mud, and he looked very sorry. Normally, people would fall sick easily in such an environment, but for some reason, Han Ye was very drunk. A white warmth vaguely surged out of his chest, carrying the fragrance of petals. It tightly surrounded Han Ye's body, preventing the wind and rain from blowing and the soil from soaking him. It was like a mother's care for her children, and like a wife's care for her husband. In short, although Han Ye was sad that night, his body was not affected by the wind and rain at all. He peacefully passed that difficult night.
The next morning.
" Hmm…" Han Ye touched his heavy and slightly painful head and slowly sat up from the ground. It was cloudy today, and the humid air in the forest made Han Ye feel no warmth. After a good night's sleep, Han Ye finally regained his consciousness. He looked at the wine bag in his hand and thought,""Master is right. This wine is indeed a good thing. If you're in a bad mood in the future, you can drink it. Anyway, you don't have to think so much when you're drunk.”
The little boy got up from the mud and put away all of Zhang Kuo's belongings. He tied the wine bag to his waist and carried the Dragon Spring Sword on his back. Then, he knelt in front of Zhang Kuo's grave and kowtowed three times deeply and slowly." Master, I'm leaving…I'll take care of myself. I'll come back to see you when I have the chance…"
The little boy looked at the grave in a daze. After a long time, he stood up and turned around to take four or five steps. However, he turned back to look at his master's grave.
"Go! Master firmly believes that one day, you will become an indomitable man!”
Han Ye seemed to see his master smiling at him, but he also seemed to hear the person in the tomb encouraging him. However, when he blinked, there was nothing.
Since he wanted to leave, why did he have to turn back?
The little boy left without looking back. Yin Xia seemed a little gloomy, but a bleak wind blew at some point. It was said that the wind was bleak, but it seemed like a person was bleak. In the forest, the little boy finally left his master's grave. The cold wind gently brushed his bloodstained clothes, and every step he took was so cold. The mud splashed on his slightly creased trousers. Every step was so heavy.
After he left, he did not look back, his heart was still there, sleepless night after night…
Two months passed in the blink of an eye. Han Ye relied on his memory and adaptability to return to the Howling Sword Hall by himself. During this period of time, he had experienced a lot. Finally, with the life skills he learned from Zhang Kuo, he finally returned to his original place.
It was already late at night when they arrived at the Howling Sword Hall. Although summer had not passed yet, the cool breeze that brushed against their faces made them feel that autumn was not far away. Han Ye stood in the forest and looked at the gate of the Howling Sword Hall quietly. At this time, there were twelve sleepy guards standing beside the gate. They looked unfamiliar and looked like new disciples.
Han Ye did not like to disturb others 'rest in the middle of the night. After much thought, he decided to use his current movement technique to climb over the wall and enter the Howling Sword Hall. He turned to a high wall, tapped his feet on the ground, and lightly jumped up, landing inside the wall. It seemed that cultivating Swift Shadow Steps could indeed greatly improve his movement technique.
After leaving home for two and a half months, everything was still so familiar. The meeting hall, the martial arts hall, and the medicine hall had not changed at all. The only difference was that it was late at night now, and almost no one was active in these places.
Along the way to the east courtyard, Han Ye rarely met anyone other than the disciples who were patrolling at night. Because he hid well, the disciples did not notice him. This was good, so that the disciples who did not know people would not ask him questions. However, Han Ye felt a little strange when he arrived at the entrance of the east courtyard. The entrance of the east courtyard never needed to be guarded, but now there were four disciples standing there. They looked much more energetic than those at the main entrance.
The disciples chatted as they stood guard. One of the disciples complained,"Seriously, it's been more than a month since they died. There's no one inside. Why does the hall master still want us to guard this broken place?”
"You don't understand, do you?" Another disciple said. We have to send someone to guard the courtyard where someone died a tragic death for half a year so that the Yin Qi won't be too heavy. I'm afraid that's why the hall master asked us to guard it.”
"Let those Taoist priests and mages do these things.”The third disciple said in fear,""I'm too timid. I'm going to collapse sooner or later if I guard this damn place all day.”
"Don't worry." The disciple next to him patted Coward's shoulder and said,""This East Garden has already been purified by Taoist Yu Quan. Besides, Vice Hall Master Han was quite good to us when he was alive.”
Coward felt that it was right, so he put his palms together and closed his eyes to beg desperately,"Vice Hall Master Han, you're a good person in life and a good ghost in death. I've never done anything to let you down, so please don't harm me!”
The other three couldn't help but laugh when they saw the coward's expression. One of them even mocked,"Look at you! Don't tell anyone that you're from our Howling Sword Hall!”
The four of them chatted and laughed, unaware that a boy was listening and watching not far away. In fact, Han Ye had heard about the tragic death of the Howling Sword Hall's Vice Hall Master Han and his family on the way back, but now that he heard it again, it was a different kind of sorrow.
Why did fate torture him like this?
He thought that he could rely on his master, but he had left. She thought that her family was the warmest, but her family was gone. Everything was like a dream. Han Ye even felt that the death of his master was not just a coincidence. Perhaps he had a reason for it.
Han Ye quietly and silently entered the east courtyard. The east courtyard had not changed at all. There was only less warmth and laughter in the past and more coldness and loneliness now.
Han Ye walked to his mother's room. He seemed to see his sickly mother lying on the bed. With a kind smile, she called out to him softly," Ye 'er, are you back?"
Han Ye came to the side of the main hall. He seemed to see his father waving his sleeves and angrily saying to him,""You still know to come back? Look at your sloppy appearance. Why don't you take a shower and change your clothes!”
Han Ye walked past his sister's door, but he seemed to see his beautiful and obedient sister running over to hold his hand. He was 30% worried and 70% happy as he said,"Brother, you're finally back? Are you alright?"
"Yes, it's alright." The little boy said indifferently and touched his sister's hair. His figure flickered and disappeared in front of him.
Are they all gone? Or was this all just a dream?
Han Ye looked at the empty east courtyard. Sadness, melancholy, sadness, and disappointment all surged into his heart. He was in a mess, so he quickly picked up his master's wine bag and poured wine into his mouth. Two lines of tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.
He didn't cry out loud. The boy's tears had already run out the moment his master died, and the pain could only be taken away by the wine in his hand…
" Father, Mother, Sister…" Han Ye sat on the steps in front of the main hall and looked at the courtyard in front of him. The night breeze blew and the shadows of the bamboo swayed. There was only endless desolation in front of him."One day, I will avenge you! One day!"
As Han Ye thought about it, he placed his hand on his chest and accidentally touched a small hard object. It was a white jade pendant.
"Yun Meng?" Han Ye suddenly stood up as if he had remembered something. He leaped onto the high wall. Before he left, he looked back at the place where he had lived for more than ten years. There was no need to wave or linger. The little boy used his gaze to bid farewell to the East Court...
The northern courtyard was not too far from the eastern courtyard. There was a room that was faintly flickering with the light of a candle.
Who was it that was still awake so late at night?
It was her, the little girl in a white lace dress.
Han Ye stood among the flowers outside the eaves and looked at the woman in the candlelight. His clear eyes reflected the fire from that night, and cold tears fell. He gritted his teeth and was about to leave when he heard a gentle voice calling out from behind him,""Wait a minute."
Han Yeqing's eyes were filled with surprise. He turned around and saw a girl with her back facing the room full of Hui Huo. Her petite white figure was lovable. The girl placed her right hand in front of her chest and furrowed her brows. She opened her crystal clear eyes that were filled with tears and asked with resentment,""Why are you leaving so soon?"
Han Ye looked at Situ Yunmeng and was speechless. He was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave if he stayed any longer, so he turned his back under the night wind and frowned."You, you won't understand."
Yun Meng looked at Han Ye's back with tender eyes, her face full of bitterness. She said to Han Ye gently,""Perhaps I don't understand, but stay.”
"Stay?" After experiencing so many things, Han Ye was no longer that pampered child. He still had his back to the little girl behind him, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and raised his head in pain."If I stay, I won't be able to avenge my parents and sister. If I stay, no one will atone for Master's sins. If I stay, you will be implicated by me. I'm an unfortunate person and can't stay.”After saying that, the little boy hardened his heart, lowered his head, and resolutely took a step forward.
Yun Meng chased after him in a panic and grabbed Han Ye's right hand. She closed her eyes tightly as tears fell from her fair face onto the boy's arm. She complained softly,""Brother Han Ye, it's only been a month. Have you forgotten everything you said?”
"I…didn't…forget." Han Ye's back was still facing Yun Meng, but he no longer spoke like a twelve-year-old child. His right hand was still held by Yun Meng, but his left hand was clenched tightly. He said tearfully,""It's just that it's not time yet…I'll come back when I'm done with what I need to do. As long as your jade pendant is still with me, I will never forget you. Even if you have already forgotten me by then, I am very grateful for the memories you gave me, Yun Meng.”
"What happened these days?”Yun Meng looked at Han Ye in confusion. There was only endless sorrow between her eyebrows.
"I can't stay here for too long, so I can't tell you now. When we meet again, I'll tell you.”Han Ye withdrew his right hand as he spoke. He was afraid that he would hurt Yun Meng, so he said softly and firmly,""Also, if First Uncle and Third Uncle ask about me, tell them that I'm now the disciple of the King of Hell. Tell them not to worry about me. Just treat it as if I'm no longer alive…"
Yun Meng looked at Han Ye's back and wanted to understand, but she couldn't. She could only ask,""But…why do you have to do this?”
Han Ye didn't know if he had made the right decision, but since he had made up his mind, there was no reason for him to turn back. He looked sadly at the pavilion and the lotus pond in front of him and said to the woman behind him,""Wait for me, if you haven't forgotten by then.”After saying that, he turned his back to the girl who swore the oath of Green Mountain with him, tightly clutching the jade pendant on his chest. The white jade pendant gave off a sad light in the night, disappearing with him in the night wind and flowers of the North Garden.
" Although I don't know what you plan to do, I'm willing to wait for you, even if it means that my life will pass like this…" Yun Meng frowned and watched the boy leave with her watery eyes. She folded her delicate hands in front of her chest and prayed with deep affection,""Jade pendant, oh jade pendant, I know that as long as you are here, he will be safe, right?”
The jade pendant couldn't answer anything, and neither could the strong wind that night. The boy and the girl were separated from each other, leaving only the past of the three of them on Green Mountain.
Walking Alone with the Sword, Wandering the World
Sighing at the lonely night, the cold sword is like frost, and the blood feud is not forgotten.
Missing old dreams, sad heartbroken, where is the tenderness of Qingshan?
Floating catkins, misty rain, can't hide the past
Lonely Moon Flowing Cloud, Wind Rustling, Grim Infatuation
Lin Jian
Sometimes, the girl in green on Mount Shu, the girl in white in the northern garden of the Hall of Swords, and the boy in blue in a forest or cave would look up at the bright moon in the sky together. They would spend thousands of miles together, but they did not know when they would meet again. Time flew by, and eight years passed in a flash…
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