wash sword

One.

There was an indelible bloodstain on Shen Wan's sword, neither time nor flowers could erode it, and the translucent red seemed to seep into the sword, blending with the blade as one.People say that this sword was cast at the cost of a person's life, and the bloodstains of the victim will remain on the sword forever.

In a deep blue sea, Shen Wan was drifting in a white mist in a small boat. The quietly flowing waves slowly pushed him to an isolated island, and gradually moved away from the hustle and bustle of the world.In his pure white line of sight, finally a few strands of black outlines emerged, ethereal like dots of ink, they were the undulating green hills in the isolated island in the distance.Shen Wan swung the sword into the water, the bloodstains were hidden under the turbulent blue waves, still showing an indelible dark red, the ripples on the sea surface split against the sword body, the ripples swayed continuously, and Shen Wan, this lonely The swordsman finally returned to his hometown, a place where he had been away for seven years.

Even after seven years, the air of this island still has a suffocating smell of blood, permeating every tiny drop of water in the fog, enveloping the entire island in a gloomy and desolate manner.Shen Wan put the sword back into the sheath, and the sound of friction between the blade and the scabbard pierced through the clouds, like a low and mournful cry.In the damp mist, crows' crows often tore through the silent sky, and Shen Wan's steps echoed like they were stepping on pearls and jade.The dense forest lost its proper color in the heavy fog, but it still covered the entire mountain and stretched to the top.In early spring, the snow has not completely melted away, and the peak still shows a dazzling silvery white through the mist.

Shen Wan walked into the forest on the island, he remembered that there was a ginkgo tree growing in the depths of the dense forest, he remembered the warm light yellow color, he remembered that he once sat on the top of a solid tree, and heard his sister Shen Xuan say under the tree , brother, come down quickly, father wants you to practice sword.But he didn't want to come down, and he didn't want to practice sword.The sunlight on the ginkgo tree was as bright as pearls, dripping on Shen Wan's cloth, and in the blink of an eye, the cloth turned into a green shirt, the boy turned into a swordsman, and his younger sister, Shen Xuan, no longer knew where she was.This is also the reason why Shen Wan returned to this isolated island.With the passage of time and seven years of wandering in a foreign land, Shen Wan, who was in a white mist, re-acquainted with the ginkgo tree in her childhood, and felt that every leaf contained a ray of sadness, silently covering the entire isolated island.The sadness and melancholy that haunted my heart for these years finally turned into something concrete that can be seen like a leaf.A string of silver bells rang, welcoming a gust of wind. Shen Wan followed the sound and walked to the side of the thick trunk of the ginkgo tree, and saw the blue ropes surrounding the ginkgo several times. A rusty bell.The breeze and the sound of the bell made Shen Wan escape from the small island where nothing was normal and people were in a trance, and it belonged to those distant days that passed away.But where is Shen Xuan?

Shen Wan's footsteps slowly moved away from the ginkgo, and the scabbard and sword suddenly made a clashing sound, echoing the sound of the bell.His sword was spiritual, as if feeling some strange call, he became restless.Shen Wan is different from other swordsmen, his sword never gets out of its sheath easily, a thick scabbard in his hand is enough to become a sharp weapon for choking the throat, and the scabbard will only bring physical pain to his opponent, Avoid the disaster of blood and light.When faced with the pursuit of the enemy and forced to draw the sword, the blade of the sword will be chilly when it comes out of the sheath, and the long rainbow will shine through the sun, and the shadow of the sword and sword will reflect countless blood beads floating in the sky, and in an instant, the silence will fall all over the place like a gust of wind. .Those who saw the sword with a thick bloodstain also became the souls of the sword.Shen Wan named his sword "Zangrui". "Zang" means that he does not use the sword easily, and "rui" means the appearance of falling flowers. Why are the two characters continuous? How can a reckless person who walks the rivers and lakes know?But everyone likes to call Shen Wan "Blood Swordsman", just because of the sudden bloody light when the blade is unsheathed.In early spring, the ginkgo trees were still withered by the winter, and the dead branches and leaves were piled up all over the ground because no one cleaned them. Shen Wan suddenly drew out his sword and swung it non-stop. Flowers, the corners of his green shirt trace back to the rustling whirlwind, passing through the green mountains and plains, making the leaves of the entire valley tremble.The fallen leaves were falling, and all the things belonging to the past and the previous season fell to the ground. The shadow of the sword was a silent sacrifice, but the swordsman Shen Wan couldn't bid farewell to his past.Turning around, he swung his sword blade towards the ginkgo tree, a sharp sword aura cut the rope and cut open the bark, the bell rolled on the ground with a mournful tinkle, Shen Wan looked at the trunk and saw a line of small characters engraved on it:

My brother Shen Wan, long time no see.

Shen Wan knew whose words it was.With the sword in its sheath, he hurried to the ginkgo, touching the fine lines of the writing on the trunk with his hands, imagining how the stone flakes would look when carved on the tree.It must be Shen Xuan, Shen Wan said silently in her heart.His memory that had been shrouded in dense fog suddenly became clear at this moment, reminding him of many disappearing figures out of thin air, on this empty island, in the not-too-distant past.Shen Wan followed the writing on the tree and went around to the other side of the tree. It was engraved on it:

The scorching flower still has a lingering sound.

Shen Wan's heart was suddenly surrounded by thousands of peach blossoms.

Shen Xuan would also remind Shen Wan that he is not a swordsman, but a swordsmith.

two.

At that time, the ginkgo tree was still shining with pearl-like sunlight. Shen Wan sat alone on the branch, looking at the vast sea outside the isolated island, imagining what kind of scenery it was on the other side of the sea. A strange light flickered inside.His father once told Shen Wan that when he was young, he was going to leave this isolated island with his sword, so Shen Wan often sat on a tall ginkgo tree and stared at the end of the sea.Time ran according to the established track, and Shen Wan, who was growing up, gradually felt a lot of melancholy. Leaving the isolated island and familiar people no longer had such a strong attraction for him. Strands of inexplicable feelings are entangled.That lonely deep sea also seemed to become melancholy.

Under the ginkgo tree came the voice of my younger sister Shen Xuan:

"Brother, come down quickly, father wants you to practice sword."

"The Shen family has been a swordsmith for generations, why do I always have to practice swords? And I have already mastered the swordsmanship taught by my father."

"But this time a strange old man came, with a white beard all over his face, as if he was discussing something important with Dad."

"What can happen on our island. Don't worry, sister."

"If you don't come down again, I'll go tell Dad."

"go quickly."

Shen Wan watched her sister Shen Xuan's embroidered shoes disappear into the lush forest.

After a while, hurried footsteps came from the woods, clattering across the woods, frightening Shen Wan who was sitting idle on the tree.Father is a steady person, so in such a hurry, did something really happen?Will the promise of holding the sword and the end of the world promised by the father come true today?Shen Wan quickly supported the tree trunk and wanted to go down, but in a hurry, she stepped on the ground and fell into the piled leaves.

"Incompetent guy."

Shen Wan raised her head and saw her father with a serious face.Shen Wan stood up in embarrassment, and dusted off his body. He also saw a pale old man standing next to his father, showing a kind smile, looking at him intently.

"Why are you laughing, old man." Shen Wan muttered to herself.

"Evil, don't be rude." Father Shen said.

Shen Wan turned her head away unconvinced.The old man laughed twice, and asked Father Shen to hand Shen Wan a bronze sword.The old man smiled and said to Shen Wan, "Son, can you know how to use a sword?"

Shen Wan shook the corners of her mouth contemptuously, then took three steps back and swung the bronze sword. The sword was light and fluttered around Shen Wan's body like a blue butterfly. Turning around again, Shen Wan pointed the sword at the girl from a distance. The old man, the corners of his eyes are full of complacency.

"Shen Wan, didn't my father teach you the etiquette of holding a sword!"

Shen's father scolded the triumphant Shen Wan, so Shen Wan had no choice but to put the sword flat on her hands, and walked towards her father step by step, lowering her head and humming "I know my mistake".

"Say, where did you go wrong?"

"Uh...don't point your sword at others."

"A worthless villain."

The old man patted Shen's father on the shoulder to let him stop reprimanding Shen Wan, and praised Shen Wan for having an elegant and extraordinary aura when she danced the sword. A little unruly, with time, can become a generation of swordsmen.Before he could finish speaking, Father Shen said sadly, the seniors praised me because I was afraid that my son would be naughty, greedy for idle clouds, wild cranes, wind, flowers, snow and moon, would miss the point, learn swordsmanship and waste time, only hope that the master will discipline him strictly so as to fulfill his mission.

The old man laughed again, and said: "Taoism is natural. The sword energy in this world is like a torrent of water. If it is poured into a beautiful person, you will get it. How can it be restrained by clear rules and precepts? A rotten tree like this old body can only be treated against it." Just give some pointers on his swordsmanship, but it's hard to control his heart."

Father Shen thanked the old man ashamedly after hearing this, and ordered Shen Wan to kowtow to thank the old man, but Shen Wan refused.

"Bastard!" Father Shen taunted Shen Wan again.

Shen Wan had no choice but to bend down shyly to thank the old man.He didn't know what the two were talking about, but he had never seen his father respect a person so much, so he raised his head and looked at the old man again, and saw that the eyes buried in the old man's white eyebrows were bright and energetic, and he felt that there was something in him. It does seem to be somewhat fairy-tale.Only later did Shen Wan know that the old man was the last great swordsman in the era when Dongyue was destroyed by the Han Dynasty.

The old man handed Shen Wan an ink-colored sword, but Shen's father wanted to decline, but the old man laughed it off and asked Shen Wan to hold the sword and try the sword again.Shen Wan saw that the whole body of the sword was glowing with blue light, and the blade was engraved with patterns of clear water stars, just like rippling water, without a single spot of rust or speck of dust.Every corner of the sword fascinated him, the blade, the blade, the hilt and the tassel...

But the sword was as heavy as a rock in his hand, Shen Wan hesitated for a long time, and finally drew out the sword.As soon as the sword is drawn, it is like a gust of wind and rain, and when it is vigorously swung, it still does not lose its elegant aura.Shen Xuan poked his head out from between Father Shen and the old man, staring blankly at the dazzling light of the sword and Shen Wan's elegant figure.

Father Shen said worriedly: "The evil son dances the sword, his eyes are full of contempt for evil, his sharpness is too sharp and he doesn't know how to reserve it, if he goes out in the rivers and lakes in the future, it will not only be difficult to avenge the hatred of the country and family, but will become a disaster."

The old man said calmly: "Although this is the case, if you want to stop it, you must strengthen it. In the dark, everything is determined by God, and you can't force it. Shen Wan must have extraordinary and refined attainments if he has a spiritual energy that is floating in the air."

But Shen's father was still frowning. He hoped to teach Shen Wan a lesson that he would never forget, so as to reverse her stubborn nature and avoid future worries. He wanted Shen Wan to forge the first sword in her life, and this sword Will cost another person's life.This is the secret and taboo of the Shen family, and he wanted to use this to let Shen Wan understand the true meaning of using a sword.The old man pursed his lips and thought, not knowing how to respond, so he could only nod his head and discuss the sword casting together.

After dancing the sword, Shen Wan stood dripping with sweat under the ginkgo tree, unable to hear their conversation.The old man couldn't bear it, so he walked up to Shen Wan, patted him on the shoulder, and said, this sword is called Zhanlu, it is a famous sword made by Ou Yezi, a swordsmith from the Yue Kingdom, and it is famous all over the world. Shimen, I will give it to you.

Shen Wan's heart blossomed, and the father and the old man walked home. Shen Wan happily pulled the young Shen Xuan and ran across the grassy hillside. Between the deep sea and rice paddies, there is a scene of spring plants full of vitality, but time flies by, leaving only the emptiness and solitude of the mountains and plains, and Shen Wan strolls alone.The famous sword Zhanlu became the blood sword Zangrui. When Shen Wan returned to his hometown seven years later, he would still think of the gray-haired old man and his sudden laughter, but that smile had been captured by him seven years ago. The blade of the sword shattered.Shen Wan smiled wryly, feeling that everything in the past was turning into bright phantoms, repeating before her eyes, familiar people and objects, and time painted everything with nostalgic coloring, even the place that was once full of blood The sword casting platform.

When Shen Wan walked to the hill, he saw peach blossoms blooming on the other side of the hill, and his heart trembled again. The words "Scorching Blossoms, Still Remaining" engraved on the ginkgo tree by his sister brought him here.For whom are the peach blossoms covering the mountains like a beautiful brocade?

three.

"Recipe, Shining."

Seven years ago, when Shen Xuan was walking among the peach blossoms, she always liked to chant this verse softly, the burning light of the peach blossoms reflected her clear youth.At that time, Shen Wan liked to stand on the hill and watch her younger sister play among the flowers, with the scattered flowers on her skirts.Now Shen Wan rediscovered the peach blossoms that she had not seen for seven years, standing alone on the top of the mountain, the fog in the mountains receded, and the carved peach blossoms rippled lightly under the clear sky.

Shen Wan walked into the flower room hesitantly, and suddenly felt that the whole sea of ​​flowers had turned into a large transparent mirror, and her younger sister Shen Xuan appeared on the mirror, still the same as she was when she was a child, sometimes sitting on the ground to pick up petals, and sometimes stretching out her hands to shake the flower branches, Behind the younger sister, another woman's figure appeared, with bloody sorrow on her face, holding a floating petal in her hand, staring sadly at the motionless Shen Wan.That woman is Si Rui.He shook his head in resistance, got rid of the phantom in his mind, and continued to pace in the shadow of flowers.

His sword trembled again, and there was a rattling sound when it rubbed against the scabbard. Shen Wan pressed the scabbard, but even his hand trembled. He simply pulled out the edge of the sword, and the "Zangrui" sword flashed blood in an instant. Across the sky, the cut peach blossoms rustled.The sword edge was still trembling, leading Shen Wan to the depths of the flower forest. A tree of peach blossoms shook with the sword energy and the breeze, and Shen Wan slid across the path among the flowers until the "Zang Rui" penetrated into a tree. It stopped on the branches of the peach tree.

It was an ordinary peach tree, but there was a soft icicle on the branch.Shen Wan untied the white silk hanging from the tree, his eyes filled with surprise, he spread the silk on his hands, the breeze from the woods gently stirred the four corners of the icy silk, Shen Wan saw the words written on it. In Shen Xuan's handwriting:

Who cares more when the fragrance disappears and the jade dies?

If you can't forget, let's drink together and leave the cup.

Shen Xuan knew that his brother still couldn't forget that person.This ice cream is a cloth that can only be used by the descendants of the Dongyue royal family. Although it is as soft as snow, it hurts Shen Wan's heart.He pinched a corner of the ice cream with his fingertips, the wind immediately blew it up and wrinkled it, Shen Wan lowered her head and saw a jar of wine beside the peach tree.It turns out that my younger sister still remembers that she loves wine, Shen Wan thought.It was that year that he learned to drink, and seven years later, a wandering swordsman was already addicted to alcohol.The wine that Shen Wan brought with her had already run out, and when the alcohol addiction broke out, it was like a worm in her throat, making her restless.

"Shen Xuan, thank you." Shen Wan propped up the wine jar on the ground with her hands, pulled out the seal, and drank heavily under the peach blossom tree.After taking a few gulps of fine wine, Shen Wan pointed the wine jar to an empty tree branch, said nervously "Sister, I offer you a toast", then collapsed under the tree, ignoring the crooked wine bottle gurgling outwards. The wine flowed out, laughing maniacally, and the wine pierced his throat, not only burning his throat, but also soaking his heart.There is no one to drink, I am lonely and ill, under the peach blossom tree, the human face does not know where to go.

"Shen Xuan, why didn't you show up? Si Rui, where are you?"

Shen Wan shouted to the sky.He gradually felt that this wine was different from ordinary wine, his eyelids were overwhelmed by heavy tiredness, and his mind was chaotic and confused like escaping into a void.

Shen Wan closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. In the endless sea of ​​consciousness, the souls of the dead under Shen Wan's sword roared and rolled around. On the deserted island, the fire was surging, and the purple liu passed by, and the corpses were bisecting each other.Then, he saw several familiar figures, father, mother, Shen Xuan, the old man, and a woman named Si Rui...

"Men will never know how to appreciate flowers."

On the hill seven years ago, Shen Wan suddenly turned her head when she heard the voice, and met a pair of dark pupils.The woman walked to Shen Wan's side, and continued, "I don't know the beauty of flowers, not in their gorgeous blooming, but in their instant withering."

The younger sister in the distance is still dancing and smiling among the flowers, picking up the petals and shaking the flower branches.

Shen Wan replied to the woman: "It is enough to see these peach blossoms and my sister's smile at this moment. Isn't it?"

"How long can the goodness in this world last? Flowers are perishable, and people are perishable." The woman walked into the flower forest, her beads were dusty and her sleeves were blown by the wind. Blending in, Shen Wan looked at her back, remembered his father's promise, and remembered his fate of leaving this land eventually, his eyes also became melancholy.

"One day I will leave here, and at that time I may miss the peach blossoms here." Shen Wan said.

"I didn't expect that you are also a person who cherishes flowers." The woman didn't look back.

"I just don't know what's going to happen in the future. I don't worry about my sister and family."

Hua Jian's younger sister stopped in her tracks and looked at her brother in puzzlement.Shen Wan also started to walk, following the woman's footsteps.

"You said you would leave the island?"

"My father promised so."

"Not everyone can leave here. What's your name?"

Shen Wan rubbed her head dully, and then replied, "I am a descendant of the Shen family, Shen Wan."

"Shen family, are you a descendant of the swordsmith?" the woman asked in surprise.

"Yes. But until now I don't know how to forge swords. I have only learned a little bit about swordsmanship."

"Really. So you are that man."

"what?"

"The man who is about to leave here."

"How do you know this?"

The woman smiled sweetly, but did not answer, and continued walking along the path among the flowers.Shen Wan was confused, but it was not easy to ask.Flying swallows floated across the sky, falling down one after another.Shen Wan looked at the woman's back, her black hair in a bun, her fair neck as bright as jade, Shen Wan's eyes wavered unsteadily, flowers and people seemed to be overlapping into a mysterious beauty, beyond The time and space at this moment can still hurt his heart seven years later.

"Be careful", the woman turned her head and glanced at Shen Wan, "Don't step on the flowers."

Shen Wan shyly pulled the steps she was about to take off the petals on the ground.

The woman said, "When the flowers fall to the ground, no one will cherish them any more."

Shen Wan said, "You are the one who cherishes flowers."

The woman smiled slightly and said, "All the peach blossoms will wither during Qingming."

"Qingming... how do you know?"

"I like to watch the flowers fall."

"yes......"

Later, when the woman boarded the sedan chair surrounded by a group of maids, Shen Wan saw that her fragrant white dress was wrinkled, and the soft icy silk, like the remaining snow on the top of a mountain covered by erratic clouds, suddenly disappeared. Suddenly, Shen Wan's heart also felt ups and downs, and it was only at this time that he seemed to feel the dazzling elegance of a woman for the first time.

The woman glanced at Shen Wan who was in a daze on the spot, with a touch of embarrassment on her face, and then said to Shen Wan in a calm tone:

"Swordsmith Shen Wan, maybe one day you will understand everything. But no matter what, you have to let go."

"In any case, let it go?"

"Perhaps I'm not qualified to say that. Goodbye."

Shen Wan looked at the woman in bewilderment, and nodded at a loss.The woman locked the bead curtain and left in a sedan chair.The footsteps of bearers echoed in the flower forest, Shen Xuan ran to his elder brother, showed envious eyes and said:

"Brother Shen Wan, that sister is so beautiful."

Shen Wan smiled knowingly and stood there for a long time.It was also on that day that Shen Wan knew that the woman was called Si Rui. "Si" was the surname used by the royal family of Dongyue when they fled to this isolated island, and Si Rui was the last princess of Dongyue.

four.

From then on, Shen Wan took her younger sister to the hill full of peach blossoms every day to wait for Si Rui.There were fewer and fewer peach blossoms on the mountain, but Si Rui never appeared.

More and more worries were buried in Shen Wan's heart, and he wanted to ask Si Rui a lot.Why does she know my name?Why did she want me to "put it down"?Shen Wan kept thinking about these fruitless questions, looking forward to the reappearance of the slender robes, but she only became depressed every day.

Shen Xuan saw Shen Wan's loneliness, so he plucked peach blossoms from the peach branches with few flowers left and gave them to his elder brother. Shen Wan secretly crushed the petals in the palm of his hand, and looked at the bewildered scene of late spring from the hill.It was also during this period of time that Shen Wan secretly tried the wine at home, and from then on, he had another way to forget his troubles.

In a moment of clear and clear rain, the peach blossoms all over the mountain withered.

Everything ended in a hurry as if it had never started.For the last time, Shen Wan took her younger sister to the edge of the peach tree, but only saw the desolate corpses scattered all over the place.The lost Shen Wan ran into the dense forest, sat on the ginkgo tree, looked at the lonely deep sea in the distance, and sipped the wine stolen from home.

Shen Xuan was taken to the seaside by his father, where he respectfully greeted an old man who came on a punting boat. The old man brought a sword glowing with blue light all over his body, and discussed some words that Shen Xuan couldn't understand with the anxious Shen father.The old man's white eyebrows sometimes frown and sometimes relax.In the corner of the mountain, Si Rui watched all this silently, and then stepped into the depths of the peach blossoms.

His father asked Shen Xuan sharply why his brother was always hanging around recently, the young Shen Xuan couldn't dodge, so he had to tell his father all the truth about Shen Wan stealing the wine at home and hanging around the peach blossom trees these days.The old man stroked his long white beard with his hand and smiled slightly.

Father Shen scolded Shen Wan, and then asked his younger sister Shen Xuan to call him over.

After that, the old man gave the sword to Shen Wan.

Shen Xuan was running in the forest above the island, unconsciously, there was the figure of his elder brother beside him, Shen Wan held Shen Xuan tightly with his right hand, and held the blue sword in his left hand. A smile appeared for the first time in the melancholy, she dragged her younger sister while running and shouted, "Zhanlu! I have this Zhanlu sword!", Shen Xuan knew that her brother was happy, so she also laughed, and she would know later, that It was the last time my brother Shen Wan smiled.

Shen Wan took her younger sister and ran up the hill, when she suddenly saw a bright figure from the dead body of Remnant Flower, she stopped her pace for a moment.That woman is Si Rui.

"Listen to the wind, listen to the rain, and the Qingming Festival. Who will cherish the fragrance and the jade?"

Si Rui was walking among the blurred remains of flowers, her eyes blurred and dizzy, Shen Wan walked towards her, but was momentarily at a loss for words and didn't know how to speak.But it was Si Rui who said to him first, "Shen Wan, I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you doing?"

Si Rui's voice was so indifferent, with a little emptiness in it.Shen Wan hesitated for a while, then stammered, "Your Highness, I have been in this peach blossom forest for the past few days."

Si Rui smiled sadly, "So you know I'm a princess, but you're a man, why do you always come to admire the flowers?"

Shen Wan hesitated and didn't know what to say.While walking, Si Rui sighed, "It's a pity that no one can bury the wandering things." Her pair of mandarin shoes walking among the flowers are like Lingbo, stirring up the carefree remnants of flowers.Shen Wan met her back and walked in front of her, then turned to look at her, saw that her shy face was inlaid with eyes that melted all sympathy, suddenly felt unbearable, and said:

"These days, why don't you come to enjoy the flowers? Just wait for the flowers to fade away and sigh in vain."

"I am the princess of Dongyue, I can't help myself."

"Your Highness, Shen Wan is stupid."

Shen Wan slightly bent down to apologize, but was blocked by Si Rui.She looked around the fallen flowers sadly, and said in a low voice, "The country is also dead, so I have to flee to this isolated island. What kind of 'princess' and what kind of 'royal family' are there? It's like this ground full of broken flowers. The ice is falling and the jade is shattered, and the prosperity is gone."

"Princess, Shen Wan has some knowledge of swordsmanship, so he can bring this residual flower back to life."

Si Rui looked at Shen Wan in surprise, and he told Shen Xuan to hide beside the princess, then drew out the Zhanlu sword, twirled back five steps, and pointed the sword at the sky.Shen Wan danced the sword with aura, and the wind slowly formed a circle to surround Shen Wan in the middle. Shen Wan held his breath, staring at the Zhanlu Sword in his hand, and swung the blade down suddenly at the next moment, pointing forward, surrounding him In response to his movements, the wind wall rushed forward in all directions, and the ripples of the wind stirred up the falling flowers all over the ground, swirling gracefully and dancing to the dark sky, falling again like a dream.

At that moment, Shen Wan saw the joy for the first time in the eyes of Princess Si Rui, the peach blossoms were blown away, and the plain was once again covered, but the splendor that fell into the sky was unforgettable; at that moment, Shen Wan really felt that learning swordsmanship was a matter of life. A happy thing, how much he wants to be a swordsman, to protect the one he loves forever...

But turning around again, Shen Wan saw the serious father.

"A majestic man, who doesn't seek to make progress but lingers around the world, such small skills, what's the point of showing off!"

Shen Wan's heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley.Before Si Rui had time to defend Shen Wan, Shen's father had already grabbed Shen Wan, threw him to the ground, and said, "Get up, son of a bitch."

Shen Wan's eyes were burning with anger, Zhanlu in his hand was shaking restlessly, he gritted his teeth and stared at his father.

"Did you hear the words of being a father?" The father sternly scolded Shen Wan who was on the ground.

Before Si Rui ran to Shen Wan's side, she heard the palace sedan chairs approaching slowly from the other end of the peach blossom grove, and the sound of bead curtains swaying.Father Shen grabbed Shen Wan who was on the ground, walked to Si Rui's side together, and greeted the palace's carved chariot.

The one who got out of the sedan chair was Si Rui's mother, she only glanced at Shen's father and son, then locked her eyes on Si Rui.

"Rui'er, why don't you listen to the advice, escape from the house many times, and wander in this forest?"

"My queen, Qingming has just passed, and the flowering period is over. If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy the flowers, you will never have another chance."

"There are flowers everywhere, what can I appreciate? I'm afraid you are greedy for the person who enjoys the flowers together."

As soon as the words fell, Shen's father immediately stepped forward and kowtowed at the Queen's feet, "I have no way to teach my son, and I will punish him severely from now on..." The Queen waved her hand coldly, motioning for him to take Shen Wan to leave. The expression seemed to say, what does Aijia discipline the princess have to do with you?Shen Wan and her father straightened up, and left in silence. The terrified Shen Xuan ran to her brother's side at this moment, held his hand tightly, and walked away together.Shen Wan looked back reluctantly, and happened to meet Si Rui's resentful eyes.

The queen watched them off, and said again: "Don't forget the Shen family's promise to the soul of the former king."

Fives.

In any case, history must turn to the darkest page.

Sparse sunlight was projected in the bamboo grove. Father brought Shen Wan and Shen Xuan to the door of the house. The door of the wooden house was locked tightly. Mother was leaning on the lintel and watching them. The light sweeps across the crowd.Father Shen looked at the old man, who nodded his head.

"Shen Xuan, go to mother's place."

Shen Xuan who ran to the door was embraced by her mother, and her mother never caressed her hair like today, like cherishing a treasure that was about to be lost.When my mother fled to an isolated island, her throat was injured and she could no longer speak.

Father said: "Shen Wan, how many years have you practiced sword?"

"Six years." Shen Wan turned her head away unconvinced.

"Six years, what do you think of your swordsmanship?"

"The Shen family was originally a family of swordsmiths, Shen Wan didn't know why he practiced swordsmanship so well."

"Asshole. I'm not good at swordsmanship, and I'm wasting my time, so I use this kind of delirium to excuse myself."

"Father, Shen Wan doesn't know what's wrong."

"Your sword is too light and evil, like the sword of a villain or a prodigal son, you don't know the severity!"

"Shen Wan doesn't agree." Shen Wan said through gritted teeth.

"Okay. As a father, you can't teach your children well. Today I will teach you well." Father Shen said and looked at the old man on the stone table. The old man turned around and pointed, and the door of the wooden house opened in response. , burning with an incomparably strong fire, Shen's father went on to say, "When I fled to this deserted island, I had to go through a lot of trouble to preserve this sword-forging furnace, just for today."

Father Shen pushed Shen Wan with his palm, then pulled out Shen Wan's Zhanlu sword, turned around and threw it into the stove.Shen Wan wanted to move forward, but was stopped by her father's palm.

"The best sword in this world must have yin in yang, combining hardness and softness. Today, as my father, you have to recast this Zhanlu sword, and you must sacrifice a woman. Only in this way can the harmony of yin and yang be achieved. sword."

"Sacrificing a woman?" Shen Wan looked at his father in surprise, and then slowly looked at the mother and daughter at the door, the mother lowered her head and wept silently, Shen Xuan opened her eyes and looked at her brother in a daze.

"This is the secret passed down by the ancestors of the Shen family. A sword forged in this way can be invincible and invincible."

"Impossible, father, it is impossible."

"My father asked you to practice swordsmanship for six years, but you have no progress, and you don't know the importance. This is the last way!"

"How can you exchange a human life for a sword?"

Shen Wan rushed up the steps, trying to pull the sword out of the stove, but his father punched him in the arm and pushed him aside.

"Shen Wan, I'll ask you a few more questions for my father. Do you remember the name of this isolated island?"

"Si... Si Houdao"

"Why is it called so?"

"Because...because the surname of the monarch of Dongyue is Si..."

"Wrong. You naughty son, you only know how to have fun, have you even forgotten the surname of Dongyue?"

"Shen Wan made a slip of the tongue. The first king of Eastern Vietnam, surnamed 'Zou' and named 'Yu Shan', died because of a traitor's betrayal. The royal family and some people fled to this isolated island. The royal family changed the surname 'Zou' to 'Si' to avoid the limelight,' Sihou Island' also got its name from this."

"Good memory! I think that the Han army that the former king lost to the Central Plains retreated to Yaoguoye to seek assistance, but Yao Junjugu ignored the friendship of the former king, and conspired with Jiancheng Hou Ao to kill the former king and surrendered to the Han court. Such a great enmity , as a descendant of Dongyue, should I report or not?"

"Revenge...revenge?"

"Is it because my father has urged you to practice swordsmanship for many years to let you go outside the island to be free and easy?"

Shen Wan frowned, bowed her head and remained silent.

"Shen Wan, the descendants of Dongyue are living on this isolated island, and the name 'Si Hou Island' is rarely mentioned. Do you still remember the origin of the word 'Si'?"

"'Si' is the surname of Yu Dayu in the Xia Dynasty. The ancestor of Yue State was entrusted to Yu Dayu. One."

"That's right. The royal family changed 'Zou' to 'Si' not only for escape, but also for the hope that the descendants of Dongyue will not forget the root of the country."

"Father taught Shen Wan to have a tough soul like the sages Dayu, Goujian and Ou Yezi, Shen Wan never forgot."

"That's right! Now that the national road is in decline, the royal family of Dongyue has only a few broken branches, and the cavalry of Dongyue has long since disappeared. Only our sword-making family on this isolated island can shoulder the mission of revenge. Do you understand? ?”

"How can the national hatred be borne by one family? Shen Wan doesn't understand!"

"Bastard, my father told you a long time ago that you have to leave Sihou Island and travel far away with your sword. Shen Wan, you were born a swordsman, and my father wants you to reforge the Zhanlu sword and kill traitors for Dongyue , to repay the kindness of the late king!"

"The kindness of the former king? Do you have to forge a sword with your life? This is impossible!"

"Then you can only watch Zhanlu melt in the fire! It's irreparable now, after the fire, Zhanlu will turn into molten iron and cease to exist!"

"Sacrificing a life for a sword? What kind of swordsman is this? Is this the true meaning of the sword that you want to tell Shen Wan? Shen Wan doesn't believe it."

"I didn't expect you to be so indecisive!" Shen's father said sadly, "Then let me help you make a decision."

After saying that, Shen's father waved his sleeves, snatched Shen Xuan from his mother, and was about to throw him into the stove, Shen Wan immediately rushed up and pushed his father away, his father hit Shen Wan's back with his backhand, and Shen Wan fell to the ground in response.

"Why does it have to be like this! Master, mother, you talk, how can you use Shen Xuan's life to forge a sword?"

"You scoundrel, why are you so ignorant of responsibility! The country is not the country, the family is not the family, but you have no masculinity at all, and you just swallow your breath on this deserted island!"

Shen Wan shouted hoarsely at her father: "Country, what is country? What is home?