Hidden Blade Chapter 35: Wind and snow, swordsman, man.

To the west of Chen Guo, to the east of Da Xia, and to the north of Da Zhou.

There is a mountain called Yaqi.

A palace gate on the peak is called the Taiyin Palace.

That is the place where all Confucian scholars all over the world want to go last time, and it is also the holy place and Xiangong in the eyes of ordinary people.

This day, at the foot of Yaqifeng, it is snowing.

The man with white eyebrows and black hair tightened his shirt tightly and threw a few sticks of wood into the fire, but the chill still remained.

The long night makes him a little uncomfortable, who has always been accustomed to being busy. So he thought for a while, looked up at the sculptural swordsman sitting beside him, and asked: "Oh, how long will we have to wait to go up the mountain?"

The swordsman sitting in jeopardy, carefully looked at the knife in his hand, never raising his head.

"The mountain is right in front of you. If you want to go up, just go."

The man with white eyebrows and black hair smiled awkwardly.

"This mountain is too high, and there is no fairy to show the way, I can't go up as a mortal body."

The swordsman raised his eyes when he heard the words and forgot the man, then lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand.

"I am a murderer, and you are to solve puzzles, and you can't make the same way."

The man with white eyebrows and black hair didn't seem to hear the rebuff in the words of the swordsman. He smiled and said: "You are begging for death, and I am also begging for death. Different routes go the same way, the same way."

The swordsman heard the words and thought about the situation for a while, but couldn't find a reason to refute, and finally fell silent.

When the man saw this, his expression was delighted, but he lost his half-heartedness as the head teacher of Linglong Pavilion.

"Then when shall we leave?" He asked eagerly.

"Why are you so anxious to find death?" The swordsman gave him a puzzled look.

"It's uncomfortable to wait to die," the man responded.

The swordsman took a deep look at the man after hearing the words, and said: "Enjoy it, it's not easy to die."

"It sounds like you died before." The man murmured, disregarding what the swordsman said.

The wind and snow are a bit bigger.

After saying this, the man and the swordsman fell silent again.

Blowed by the wind and snow, the bonfire flickered, seeming to have a tendency to go out again. The man had to fill a little more firewood into the fire.

Perhaps it was a person who was too boring to face the wind and snow. After a long period of silence, the man couldn't help but provoke the topic again: "What are you waiting for?"

They have been at the foot of the Yaqi Mountain for a month. The swordsman has never been up to the mountain. The man can clearly feel what he is waiting for.

The swordsman still didn't answer the man's question when he heard that, he suddenly lifted the knife in his hand and inserted it into the snowfield in front of him.

"How about this knife?" Then asked.

The man with white eyebrows and black hair looked at the knife with calm eyes.

That is a very ordinary knife.

The body of the knife was washed white, but the dense gaps on the blade were like the hideous teeth of an evil beast, telling the world of his past glory, and the wooden handle was hung with a red color. Although the tassels have also been carefully cleaned, the color on them is a bit mottled, which is obviously something that was hung up many years ago.

Because of the mentality of begging for others, the former master instructor, at that time, was very contrary to his heart and exclaimed: "Good knife!"

A real smile appeared on the face of the knife man who got such an answer.

"Of course it is a good knife." He said so, the expression on his face was no longer cold, as if he had a lot of affection for him because of the man's words. "This knife was given to me by my wife, and the tassel on the handle was braided by my daughter herself."

It seems that this is the first time this swordsman has uttered so many words since the two met.

The face of the swordsman reflected in the fire, the sculpture-like face seemed to be smiling at that time.

The former master instructor was in a daze. He suddenly felt that this swordsman was like himself, very lonely.

"What about now?" The man couldn't help asking again.

The smile on the face of the knife guest disappeared at that time.

The man was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that he had said the wrong thing and asked questions that shouldn't be asked.

......

The two sat still for a long time under the mountain like this.

This time, the swordsman broke the silence between the two first.

"Such a good knife, if you die with me, it would be a shame." The knife man said, putting the knife on his knees again, and wiping the blade with a gray cloth that I did not know where it came from. .

He likes to do this very much. It seems that he wants to do this whenever he is free. In a month when the two of them didn't communicate much, the man had seen too many scenes like this.

Perhaps I think that after experiencing what happened just now, the relationship between the two should have improved a lot, so after watching for a while, the man couldn’t help but said: "The knife that sees blood is the real knife. No matter how clean it is, there will be a scarlet day."

The swordsman raised his eyes and glanced at the man when he heard the words.

"The real swordsman, the knife in his hand is not stained with blood to kill, but to make the hands that should not be stained with blood, forever clean."

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, as if thinking of something, but soon shook his head with a wry smile, not commenting on what the knife man said.

"So? You still didn't tell me what you are waiting for?" He simply staggered the topic~IndoMTL.com~ because this topic made him think for no reason that the girl who should be in Chang'an at this moment.

The swordsman didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the man. He laughed at that time and said naturally: "Waiting for the next owner of this knife."

"Who is it?" The man was taken aback, and asked subconsciously.

"I don't know." The knife customer responded truthfully.

This makes the man more and more confused, "I don't know what it means?"

"I only know that my heir is on the road, who he is and what he looks like. How can I know if he and I have never been masked?" Dao Ke said.

The man thinks he has seen too many weird things in this world, but the words of the swordsman fell in his ears, but it still unavoidably made him feel a little weird.

Since he has never seen it before, why does he believe that the visitor is his heir? This is too sloppy. And this Yaqi isn't somewhere else, and how can anyone come to such a barren mountain without problems?

No matter how you look at the answer from the swordsman, it sounds a bit nonsense to a man.

However, the swordsman seemed to have expected the man’s reaction a long time ago and he did not show much surprise. He just smiled faintly, and once again focused his attention on his knees. On the knife.

When the man saw this, he secretly wondered if the sword master had stayed alone for a long time, and he was confused.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but at that time, the swordsman suddenly stopped his hand movement. He stood up and looked into the distance, a faint light appeared on his sculpture-like face again. Smile: "He's here."

"Huh?" The man was also taken aback when he heard the words. He looked for the swordman's gaze and looked into the distance.

But I saw a thin figure in the wind and snow carrying a sword on its back, walking towards this place staggeringly.