Sealing Sword: Fan Wai Four (Part 2)·Xie Quechunfeng’s Resignation from the Old Man (9)
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Nine,
Mu Yanan met Mu Qingshang again, three days later.
The fire has long since been extinguished. The once flourishing home of Helian has been swallowed up by the Soul Burial Palace. All those who are unwilling to surrender have their heads cut off and hang a long string on the big tree outside the Wandering Ridge. Looking from a distance, it seems that these trees have become spirits, and they have sprouted terrifying human faces.
Mu Yanan put on a black-bottomed gown with dark patterns, his face was pale and bloodless, his fingers rubbed the silver sculpture mask, and the man sitting at the head said with interest: "Not worried at all?"
The Lord of the Burial of Souls, He Lian Shen, the former relentless nephew, is also Mu Yan'an's true partner this year. Now the plan has been achieved and everyone is very happy.
But Mu Yanan knows very well that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and the opponent will not let him go for too long. He just doesn't know the opponent's cards at the moment, and no one is willing to reveal it.
He Lianchen said that it was Mu Qingshang who came back to the Wandering Ridge in the evening today. The man was covered in blood and dust, and he was embarrassed not at all like the legendary Poyun Sword. He saw the densely packed human heads outside the ridge, rushed through the subordinates who were patrolling in the mountains, and went straight to the hometown of Helian's home, only to see the ruins and the corpses burned to the ground beyond recognition.
With such a dramatic change in the Lost Ridge, the culprit can only be the Palace of Souls. Mu Qingshang didn't even catch his breath, and slammed the palace gate with a single sword. As long as they handed over the life of Helian's house, from dusk to midnight, they would not retreat and advance.
"Of course it will, that's my good master..." Mu Yanan sat upright, "With those guys under your hand, it's not a problem to destroy the trash of Helian's family. How can you deal with Poyun Sword? Worrying?"
Helian stared at his face, "Then, do you have a way?"
"He wants to live, we will give it." Mu Yanan got up, "Give me the eight live mouths, and I will take them to Broken Soul Cliff...meet my good master."
The cold wind whistled, Mu Yanan pretended to be tied up, kneeling with the eight women and children on the Cliff of Broken Soul, the children around him shuddered with fright, but unfortunately their tongues were all pulled out, and they said no. come out.
When Mu Qingshang rushed up, the guards were all stunned by his murderous aura. He couldn't help but step back, and even the ambushed dark guest almost appeared.
His eyes quickly swept over the kneeling people, and after seeing Mu Yanan, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Mu Yan'an looked at him, all in white clothes stained with blood, sweat and dust, and his normal buns had long since fallen off. When the wind was blowing, he showed a bloodless face with eye sockets. Bloodshot and exhausted.
The hand holding the sword, the tiger's mouth has cracked, but it is still held firmly.
Helian Shen Yue came out and said nonsense to him. Mu Yanan didn't hear a word. He only heard Mu Qing and Shanghan say: "The internal affairs of Helian's house are in Xia Ben You shouldn’t intervene. It’s just that Cheng Helian’s Patriarch fell in love with him back then, and he will return it today. You can’t do this favor with the Palace Master. Now, please hand them to me, otherwise you can only let the Palace Master stay."
When there was a disagreement, he began to besieged and killed. Mu Qingshang kept rushing here, and finally reached Mu Yan'an.
He shed a lot of blood, but stood still, swinging his sword to lift the ropes of the nine people, and just about to turn around to speak to Mu Yanan, he was suddenly knocked away by a Helian family with tears in her eyes. .
It's too late.
Mu Yan'an's sword pierced her chest from behind, and the flesh and blood splashed over her hands, but she still had enough energy to pass through Mu Qingshang's body.
This sword made Mu Qingshang at the end of the war even worse. His straight legs finally knelt on the ground, his right hand propped himself up with a sword, his left hand fell into the dust, and he picked up a handful of mud.
"You are late, Master." He knelt down and looked directly into Mu Qingshang's eyes, "What's the use for you to come at this time?"
The remaining seven children are still young, they can't speak, tears covered their dusty faces, and they gathered around Mu Qingshang in fear. Mu Qingshang coughed out a mouthful of blood, and barely stood up, his eyes flashed when he looked at him: "Yu Er..."
"I burned He Lianzhao to ashes alive and sprinkled them everywhere here. Master, how do you feel when you step on his ashes?" Mu Yanan took a long sword in his hand and smiled gently "Master, since you are gone, you should not come back."
Mu Qingshang raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corners of his lips, and said: "I am back, I must take you away."
"We?" Mu Yanan pointed at herself and laughed, "Master, do you think...I will go with you? I finally won the Helian family. Those positions of power are at your fingertips. , Why should I go with you? As for them......"
After a pause, Mu Yanan's fingers touched the seven children one by one, in a relaxed tone: "You can try, can you grab someone from me."
After saying that, he moved, raised the sword in his hand, cut a child's head straight, and was held by Mu Qingshang with the sword. Now the former master and apprentice finally confronted each other.
One is to kill, the other is to protect. Mu Qingshang has scruples, but Mu Yanan let it go. In the end, the exhausted Mu Qingshang finally let go. cloud.
He hasn't failed for many years, and now he lost to the apprentice he taught himself.
Seven small heads rolled down beside Mu Qingshang, and his whole person was shaking. It was a kind of panic and anger from the heart that almost swallowed his whole person.
His fingers touched the body that was still warm, and asked with a trembling voice: "...what a child, why?"
Mu Yanan leaned in his ear and whispered: "Master promised to save Helian's bloodline, I am not embarrassed, so...Isn't it good to leave me alone?"
Mu Qingshang pushed him away, stood up, and staggered a few steps.
Mu Yanan looked at his back from a young age, and only felt that he was unattainable and far away. Now he finally pulled this man off the altar, with unspeakable comfort and satisfaction rising in his chest, along with the long-awaited The resentment is gone. But when he held up Mu Qingshang's scarred hand and looked at his empty and dull eyes, all manners of style were destroyed in an instant, and the feeling of joy also precipitated into indescribable complexity.
One sword breaks through the clouds and opens the world. One person through the ages is enough.
He won. Qing is better than blue, he should be happy, but now he can't laugh.
"Since you are here, don't leave...Master, stay and accompany me." Mu Yanan whispered, "Here are all in ambush, if you can't go out, I...you treat me with all your kindness. , I will not harm you again, you stay, I will still listen to you."
Mu Qingshang just looked at him without saying a word.
Mu Yanan thinks this is excellent. He never thought of killing Mu Qingshang. There can be no one in the world, but Mu Yanan can't live without Mu Qingshang. Master never blamed him anyway, even if he made a mistake this time, there would still be days and days to bridge the gap.
For a while, Mu Qingshang suddenly smiled.
It's not the first time Mu Yanan saw him smiling. This man is not only favored by time, but he is more blessed with laughter. It's just that he laughed too embarrassingly today, and he was pale and tired as a dead old man.
He was inexplicably uneasy: "Master, what are you laughing at?"
"I laughed at myself, I did one thing wrong." Mu Qingshang shook his head, "No matter, a mistake is a mistake. Nowadays more words will not help. You have grown up, and you can learn martial arts by heart. I... …I can’t teach you anything, just let it go."
Mu Yan'an clenched the sword in his hand and smiled solidified: "Master, are you going to drive me out of the teacher?"
"I said, it's my fault, I didn't teach you well." Mu Qingshang breathed tiredly, "Different ways are not conspiring. This time it is Helian's family affairs. I have no right to say anything about the future. …You can do it yourself and cherish it, but you have to say something, if you don’t leave room for others in your life, you won’t leave yourself a way of retreat. I don’t want to see the day when you are exhausted, let alone one day......"
"Clean the portal by hand, right?" Mu Yanan laughed, tears streaming out, "Master, do you remember what you promised me back then? Now, you said you want to clear the portal? You? Want to kill me?"
——"Master, are you very good?"
——"It should be enough to protect you."
——"Then...will you protect me forever?"
——"It’s not good, I can only guarantee...Before I die, you will live."
The words of the past years are vivid in my ears. Mu Qingshang closed his eyes, and his sword was tight and loose. Mu Yanan lost the shuriken, but held his hand and lifted the Poyun horizontally. By his neck.
"Master, I give you this opportunity." Mu Yan'an said with a smile, "You kill me now. I'm over a hundred. I promise you can leave the Wandering Ridge alive... This is just one opportunity. If you miss it, there will be no more ."
He said this, sneered in his heart, his eyes matched with Helian Shen Yaoyao, and the archer in the dark had quietly bent his bow.
Mu Yanan's words are half true and half false.
Mu Qingshang wants his life now, he will never resist, because this life was originally given by Mu Qingshang, and he took it back, it is justified.
But he will not let Mu Qingshang leave the Soul Burial Palace alive, and will not tolerate others being Mu Qingshang's apprentices after his death, and he must take Mu Qingshang with him in death.
His eyes are full of anticipation, waiting for Mu Qingshang's choice to put his wealth and life on this hand.
Mu Qingshang finally moved, and the Poyun sword withdrew back. Before he was relieved, he saw the sword aura like a rainbow, cutting through the dawning sky and sealing his throat toward his neck!
The smile on Mu Yanan's face disappeared at this moment, but the next moment, his eyes widened!
In an instant, more than a dozen arrows flew up, and Poyun suddenly turned back in the middle of no time. The arrows were swung away, but there were still two arrows coming from the gap, one shot through the right shoulder of Mu Qingshang , One shot hit Mu Yanan's left leg.
He staggered on his knees, but suddenly raised his head, a **** white shadow flashed in front of his eyes at this moment, and the sword light was shed like rain, unexpectedly killing a **** path.
No one dares to stop.
Helian Shen helped him up and smiled inexplicably: "You just let it go?"
"Why?" Mu Yanan's fingers went into the mud. He looked at his blood-stained dagger, his eyes looked like hell, "Since he didn't kill me, he was destined to follow me. Come back."
What happened later was as Mu Yanan expected.
The Poyun Sword Master recommended by everyone in the past has been reduced to a disgusting lunatic sinner. A golden order provokes a bright current of foreign races and great Chu. People who used to make friends from all over the world have become public enemies of martial arts. Yan'an was excellent in singing and writing, and became the hero of "righteousness to destroy relatives".
He finally put Mu Qingshang on a dead end.
Mu Yanan was very happy that day, because the people and things that Mu Qingshang kept in his heart almost betrayed him. From then on, Mu Qingshang had nothing but himself.
He can only go with him.
What is good about being a hero? What is there to talk about humanity? In this short span of a few decades, what do you care about? Life and death are deprived, and the clouds and rain are overwhelming. Whoever blocks the way will kill anyone. No one dares to say "no" to you. This is happiness!
Mu Yanan had so many delusions in her heart, he smiled and walked towards Mu Qingshang, watching the man irresistibly.
He saw that the eyes exposed outside the mask were stained with wetness, and he thought that Mu Qingshang would definitely follow him.
How can such a superior person be willing to die?
But he didn't expect--
"Anything I do is not for anyone or anything, but just to make myself a decent person."
The voice is still in my ears, but the person has disappeared before Mu Yanan's eyes.
Under that high cliff, there is no cliff, and a rushing river.
Mu Qingshang jumped down without turning his head. Mu Yanan stretched out his hand at that moment, failed to catch him, only grabbed Poyun Sword.
The blade cut into the flesh and blood, and the palm of his hand was dripping with blood, but he didn't realize it, struggling to climb to the edge of the cliff, watching the white shadow disappear like a bird with folded wings.
He stretched out his hand, grabbing nothing, only the wind passing through his fingers.
Mu Yanan was stunned. He looked at the bottomless high cliff, his eyes seemed to swallow ten thousand meters of darkness and annihilated all the light.
He didn't understand, he didn't understand at all.
Countless people behind were cheering and yelling, "Devil's head is down," and some people clamored to go down the mountain to search, not to let go, and Mu Yanan was still lying on the edge of the cliff, with the blood-stained cloud-breaking sword still held by him. In his hand, the blade seemed to grow with flesh and blood.
Mu Yan'an looked straight down, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except the vast expanse.
This Gaoya was ten dead, not to mention that he suffered such a serious injury. Even if he was lucky enough to not fall to pieces on the rocks, he fell into the river as if he fed his flesh and blood to fish and shrimp.
Mu Qingshang shouldn't die.
——No, Mu Qingshang jumped off the cliff on his own, what's wrong with me?
——But who was he driven by? But he shouldn't die!
The voices in his head were mixed and buzzing. He couldn't think about anything, so he could only look down in a daze.
Until the dawn, the sun rises.
The sun in the sky rose, but his sun fell, and fell with the man.