Sealing Sword: Fan Waiyi? Jun asked the return date is not yet due
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A person has to do a lot of things in his lifetime, and sometimes it’s not worth mentioning if you do it right, and you may still get a report if you do it wrong.
He has been in this bitter cold place for more than a month, and no one knows who he is, even he himself.
Everything that I had in the first half of my life was probably stolen from others, but now they are paid off one by one, leaving nothing but solitude. Therefore, when registering the roster, he frowned and thought for a while, still having the last name Xie, thinking that he was older than that person, so he wrote Xie Dalang.
Dalang didn't have anything, clutching his unwieldy right hand and following the soldiers to rush into battle, napping among the dead, and doing exercises in the cold world. Gradually, many people died, but he was still alive.
He has suffered a lot of hardships and losses he has never tasted before, and he has also seen many people and things that he has never seen before. The man who was once warm and moist has been hollowed out and filled with cold iron like ice.
He didn't shed tears when burying his fellow robe by himself, and he didn't faltered when he cut off the guard's head with a knife. He just looked at the dead head and felt tired inexplicably.
He knew very well in his heart that once life and death are in the hands of the sky, half a step in the temple, he agreed to the emperor’s solicitation, that is, to turn himself into a knife in the hands of others. The blade is pointed by the emperor. to.
But he didn't regret it.
In two years, he killed a lot of people, did a lot of things that he had scorned, and he knew what it means to be black and white.
Before seeing these bright waves and dark surges, he felt that he was a clambering man with a ruler. After the ups and downs, Fang felt humble and ignorant is not as good as a child.
He understands a lot, but he doesn't understand more.
There is always nothing to do in the world, and there are too many right and wrong things to say.
The night when the Emergency Report came from the Cold Cold Pass, he was leaning on a tree and looking into the distance. There was a bright moon hanging on the dark sky, and the luster of the moon was covered by the world, as if a corner fell in his far home.
Calculating the time, the three-year period should also come.
The old vows are still in my ears, but he is more confused than then.
Unfortunately, he has gone to life and death without thinking about it.
The conditions at the Fantastic Cold Pass were worse than they had expected before. The old and weak women and children in the city had already sealed the walls with their flesh and blood, lest they missed a bit of it, and the earth would fall apart.
One hundred and seventy-eight shadow guards lost more than half in just a few days. The city sergeants suffered heavy casualties, and the food and grass were exhausted. The Ming Dynasty fought against the water, either the fish died or the net broke.
They decided to go dangerously.
The commander placed most of the remaining shadow guards at various points in the city, and he planned to bring four of his men into the battlefield disguised as barbarians and wounded soldiers. At that time, he was supposed to be on the tower to assist in the defense, but he was obsessed with a brother. After finishing his position, he followed the leader closely.
"I am going because I am the leader of the glimpse, leading the way, and they are willing to go with me because they are willing to take care of the shroud of horse leather, what about you?"
The commander looked at him, wiping a black long knife in his hand, and the geese fluttered above it, almost spreading out.
He said: "Not why, don't ask for anything, don't know."
After asking three questions, he finally followed.
Fortunately, he followed.
The Northern Barbarian fought for days and casualties, and the casualties were not easy. There were wailing wounded soldiers everywhere in the camp, as well as insensitive faces.
They mixed in, but the danger was entangled like a tarsal maggot. A group of shadow guards, no less than the shadow guard, also mixed in the barracks, and they soon followed them.
At that time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, not long before dawn.
Therefore, two shadow guards revealed their identity to attract murderous intent, and one sacrificed himself and burned the camp to create chaos. He and a cruel dark guest launched an ambush to delay time, allowing the commander to successfully sneak into Hutar's account at this moment.
People are like their swords, and swords are like their own people. They are shocked and bloodless.
He was wounded all over, grabbed a war horse and rushed into the encirclement, grabbing the leader's hand, and breaking through together.
Unfortunately, the saying that there is no way to the world is always a shit.
At that time, there was a dead end in front of him, and a wolf dog was hunting behind him. The two of them had only a silver lining.
Replace flowers and trees, one life for another.
The commander was a little unable to support it at that time, but he was more persistent than him, half awake, only one person's name was said in his mouth, only a ten-year agreement was remembered.
He also has an agreement.
Three years ago, before the first battle in Lingyunfeng, his wife gently tied his hair and dressed him, and his knee-high son looked at him without blinking while holding a wooden knife.
The child’s voice was soft and glutinous like rice cakes, and asked him: "Where is Dad going?"
He avoids the weight and speaks softly, like every adult who prevaricates a child: "I will be back soon."
The son nodded obediently, and his wife held his hand speechless all the way, but was so nervous that her palms were full of cold sweat.
At the start of the war, she finally said: "Don't forget what you promised."
He turned around and smiled at her, still saying: "I will be back soon."
But he didn't go back then, but now he can't go back.
Before turning around and running out of the cave, he actually regretted it and thought about turning around.
But after all, it didn't.
The man once said he was a coward, but now it seems that he is a true word.
His life has been brilliant and unparalleled. The first half of his life spanned the rivers and lakes, and he was the country and the people for three years, but in the final analysis, he was just self-deception.
The years of advancing martial arts are his deceiving the world and his fame and letting others calculate. After three years of light and dark tossing, he abandoned his family and abandoned his son.
He finally understood that he was actually sorry for anyone.
Someone is ashamed to make a wife, some is to lose a young son, and some are to lose a deceased.
But he didn't look back after all.
Having a corpse on his back, he ran desperately under the beacon night. The blood that he thought had already cooled was gradually ignited. It seemed that he had returned to the only indulgence in his life at the sword meeting.
The various world conditions of the world are probably only regarded as one before life and death.
Unfortunately, when the end of the road is near, the boiling blood will flow cleanly, emptied of pride, and finally returned to emptiness, leaving only a faint regret.
His left hand is propped up with a knife, and his right hand, which has three fingers cut off, touches his heart tremblingly. There is a cliff behind him, and in front of him are countless brutal soldiers holding their blades and bowing their bows.
Thirty-four years of grievances and grievances will finally settle in this way.
The moment the arrows were all fired, what he saw in his eyes was not the sword rain overwhelming the sky, but the bright moon in the sky.
I send this heart to the bright moon, can I go to the hometown west with the wind?
……
Xie Wuyi slept badly that night.
His body is dilapidated, and he often doesn't sleep well at night, but tossing and turning around that night, he never sleeps. He heard the sound of the wind outside the window, and saw the candlelight flickering in the house.
A gust of wind opened the half-covered window, and the candlelight on the table went out.
It is said that people die like a lamp... His heart jumped for no reason.
Xie Wuyi turned over and sat up on the bed, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank slowly, his hands trembling somehow. Until the door was knocked suddenly, he pulled the latch open and saw the little boy holding a wooden knife, looking up at him.
He has always been embarrassed by this child. He neither intends to provoke anger, nor can he be a father. Basically, there is not much overlap in addition to coaching martial arts. He has been estranged for three years, but he did not expect tonight. Will come suddenly.
Xie Wuyi hadn't figured it out yet, Xie Li released the wooden knife, held his leg and rubbed his head, a few drops of warm liquid soaked his shirt, making him even more confused.
"What happened to you...?"
"Father, I had a dream." Xie Li raised his head, eyes flushed, "I dreamed that you went to a far place and never come back again, and let me be well, don't follow Go."
Xie Wuyi's hands stiffened.
For a long time, he said: "Men stop being children, just dreams, go back to sleep."
Xie Li nodded, and couldn't help asking him: "Father, where is the farthest place in the world?"
Far?
The south is in the opposite direction, and the ends of the world are far from each other?
But as long as you have the heart, there will always be a meeting day.
The only thing that is really out of reach is probably the only way of life and death.
Xie Wuyi said: "There is a place where you can't come back after you go, and others can't find it..."
Xie Li looked at him suspiciously: "Where is that? Why can't I find it?"
"Because you have to live." Xie Wuyi hesitated and touched his hair, condescending, with a deep gaze, "You will know where it is sooner or later, but even if you do, you shouldn't go early, otherwise I won't Yeon."
Xie Li is still too young. He is a stubborn child. How many mechanical changes have been used on the tip of the horns, pretending to be self-sufficient, but actually more ignorant and pitiful than anyone else.
Xie Wuyi was defeated by calculations in his life. Naturally, he knew that life and death were unpredictable, but he never believed in fate, so of course he could not believe this child who was raised by himself for three years.
He looked back at the extinguished lamp, and suddenly he had a hunch that the end was approaching.
Driving Xie Li back to the room, Xie Wuyi picked up a white lantern and paced slowly to the door of Broken Water Villa.
The lettering on the basalt stele came into view-the world is out of my generation.
How can I... When I enter the arena, the years urge.
Xie Wuyi passed by, but at this moment he felt that he was old.
Maybe people who die on the verge of death will become sentimental.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, causing the lanterns to be swayed constantly, the night is sinking, and the bright moon is gradually covered by dark clouds, as if heavy rain is approaching.
Xie Wuyi suddenly remembered that it was time to honor the three-year agreement.
But that person has not returned yet.
He stood with a lantern when the wind and rain were about to come, and there was no surviving mountains and rivers in his eyes, and there was no night return.