Embers

The sky was blue, cloudless, and the sun was shining.

Ember walked up the steps step by step with slow steps, her frosty white hair glowing coldly in the sun, forming a stark contrast with the dark robe.

On this day, tens of thousands of members of the Demon Cult gathered here to welcome their new leader.

Everyone lowered their heads and stood at the bottom in an orderly manner with their hands down.

Li Mei was standing among the congregation looking up at the embers, the sunlight made him narrow his eyes slightly.

Ember didn't look sideways, her back was straight, and there was no expression on her face.

There was a breeze blowing, blowing the ends of his hair.

There were two people standing on the stage, both wearing formal robes, looking at Ember.

Ember walked to the highest point slowly, turned around, and glanced at everyone in the audience.

Li Mei felt sore in his eyes, in his eyes, Ember should stand on a high place like today, and be looked up to by thousands of people, finally seeing this scene, he actually had the urge to cry.

He looks so lonely.

"Headmaster Nie ordered that from now on, this person will be the new leader of our Devil's Cult!"

The left and right protectors said in unison, and they all knelt down in front of Ember, and said loudly: "See the leader!"

Ten thousand people raised their heads, looked at the stage, and shouted in unison: "See the leader!"

"See the leader!"

"See the leader!"

……

Ember lowered her eyes slightly, watching the dark crowd kneeling down to him.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he couldn't see any emotion, but he couldn't help but move his gaze to the sky at the last moment.

There was nothing there except a gust of wind.

Feeling the gentle wind, he closed his eyes and raised his hand suddenly!

The long sleeves danced with the wind, and everyone stood up.

At that moment, Li Mei felt that Ember's soul was finally completely silent.

At that time, most people would not have thought that even after a thousand years, this moment would be deeply remembered by future generations.

In the evening, when the moon was bright and the wind was clear, Ember stood among countless dry peach branches, looking at the closed entrance of the tomb in front of her.

"Your plan, I will complete it."

After only saying this sentence, there was a long silence after that.

Ember caressed the two swords at his waist, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his lowered eyes.

If Nie Budu hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that the sword that the blacksmith gave him was actually ranked number one on the musical notation!

Back then, he had read the sword manual and knew that the No. [-] sword in the world looked the most ordinary, but he never thought that it would end up in his hands in that way.

"This sword should be yours."

Nie Budu was smiling slightly at that time, his lazy and determined appearance still clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

Then he frowned and glanced at him.

"You don't know the origin of this sword?" Nie Budu raised his eyebrows, walked up to him, and stared at the sword on his waist.

"This is the sword of Xie Wufeng, the first leader of the Devil's Cult. It was specially made for him by one person...with half his life."

Ember didn't speak, but Nie Budu knew, he wanted to know.

Then he smiled: "That man was once the number one blacksmith in the world, and all the swords he made were famous swords, including this magic brake in my hand. At that time, everyone in the world wanted him to make swords, but That man has an arrogant personality, and he only gives man-made swords that are worthy of his sword. Everyone said that his sword is too powerful, and no one can be worthy of his sword until he meets the leader Xie."

"Jiejie Xie is a well-known martial idiot, and his research on swords is even more superb. The two hit it off, and that person told Xiejiaozhu that he would make him the best sword in the world."

"Maybe it's because the more you try to do something, the easier it is to fail. This sword has been baked and destroyed thousands of times. The man stubbornly believed that Xiejiao should be equipped with the best sword, so he kept hitting himself. Unsatisfied with the sword, he finally jumped into the furnace and sacrificed himself to the sword, only to create this sword that is still number one in the world."

Ember couldn't help but tremble all over.

Nie Budu also sighed slightly: "Master Xie didn't say anything after he got the sword, he didn't even shed tears. And just three days later, when the Baidao people surrounded and suppressed the Demon Cult, he was pierced by thousands of arrows and fell into eternal sleep. "

Ember involuntarily stretched out his hand to caress this seemingly ordinary sword. At that moment, he actually felt the long sword tremble slightly, like a rusty sigh that had been silent for a hundred years.

"I often think, is it true that Xie Jiaozhu back then couldn't beat Baidao's gang? Or was he..."

He didn't say any more.

Ember also understood what he had said.

After a while, Nie Budu raised his head, with a smile in his eyes: "So, this sword should belong to the leader of the Demon Cult. I don't know where you got it, but if it falls into your hands, you must have it. meaning, believe it or not."

Ember remembered that her voice was calm and indifferent: "It's just a coincidence."

Nie Budu paused, his smile didn't fade, but his eyes dimmed for a moment.It was bleak, just like that night.

Was invited to Taolin for a drink, when Ember appeared, she saw Yuebai's back facing her.

His blue hair was pulled up obliquely by an ebony hairpin, and the cuffs were embroidered with delicate patterns with gold thread.

Ember took a breath.

When the man turned around, he covered his face with a jade bone fracture fan, his movements were smooth and smooth, infinitely familiar, as if he had been in a lifetime.

next second.

"Nie Budu."

Ember spoke coldly.

The man paused and put down his fan, it was indeed Nie Budu's face.

"How did you guess it? I thought it looked alike."

A hint of disappointment slipped across his eyes calmly, and the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised. It was his exclusive armor.

Ember didn't speak.There was no such pleasant aroma of early spring pear blossoms in the air, and he knew clearly that Ye Bozhou was no longer there.

"Okay, it's a mistake, let's drink."

Nie Budu walked over slowly, holding a delicate jug in his hand.The gait is lazy and leisurely, which is incompatible with this outfit.

Ember only felt that his emotions were deteriorating uncontrollably, he suppressed his anger, strode towards Nie Budu, and left a word at the moment he passed him.

"You are not him."

Just as he was about to leave, someone grabbed his sleeve.

Ember stopped and turned around.

Nie Budu turned his head at the same time, his smile was blurred, and the light in his eyes dimmed: "What can I do?"

"no!"

He said that.

His tone was very cold and firm, and he didn't know who he was trying to convince.

Later I heard people say that Nie Budu just stood there all night and got cold because of it.

The past is like smoke, when it is calm, it is dusty in the bottom of my heart, and when it is chaotic, it is everywhere.

"Yeguang Shen Qianling, cold stars moving Yichuan. Your alias Ye Yichuan, is this where you come from?"

"..."

"That's a good name—if I remember correctly, this line is from a poem called "Mooring the Boat", isn't it?"

Ember paused while eating, but still said nothing.

Nie Budu laughed lightly, didn't say much anymore, and focused on peeling the eggs with his head down.

Then, naturally, the egg was sent to the bowl of embers.

He frowned and looked at Nie Budu.

Nie Budu's expression showed some innocence: "I don't like it, I only remembered it after peeling it off. But after all, the Demon Sect has tens of thousands of people to feed, and as the leader, I must not take the lead in wasting it."

……

"I have a desire that I want to urgently fulfill."

Seeing him concentrating on writing, Nie Budu said abruptly.

Ember paused, thinking of the conversation between Ye Bozhou and Su Changjiu many years ago.

"Unify the rivers and lakes?"

Nie Budu raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes: "That's right!"

Ember took a serious look at him for the first time, as if he had almost forgotten that the person in front of him was also the leader of the Demon Cult that was hated and feared by everyone in the world.

At this time, Nie Budu, with calm eyes and a lazy smile, seemed to have the world in his hands, just leaning casually on the chair, with an indescribable aura.

Ember had never seen that kind of splendor from anyone in the following decades.

"Now Wanyue Mountain Villa has been subdued, and the Wangchen faction and Qinghua faction are still in progress. These two factions are deadly enemies. It is not difficult to persuade them, and it will be realized in a short time."

Ember was subconsciously startled: "Wanyue Villa has colluded with the Demon Cult?"

"..." Nie Budu's mouth twitched, "Don't forget, you are now a member of the Devil's Cult, can you stop thinking about things from the angle of the lower string door?"

"..."

Ember came to her senses and remained silent.

"The first step of the plan is to prevent Ye Bozhou from becoming the leader of the martial arts, and find a way to make the Baidao internal chaos. Now it has been completed. The second step is to defeat the Baidao sects one by one. Finally, to achieve unity."

"Why?" Ember rarely asked.

Nie Budu breathed a sigh of relief: "The hostility between the Baidao and the Demon Sect has lasted for too many years, and there are too many Baidao sects, each with their own ideas, and sooner or later one of them will betray. There will be no more turmoil."

Ember sneered: "Is this your idea?"

"Now it is." Nie Budu said with a smile, "I used to long for power and status infinitely, thinking that only by leading everyone would I feel happy. Later, I sat in this position, but I didn't feel happy."

As if thinking of something, he stared at Ember, smiled without saying a word.

——These years of being the leader are not as happy as staying with you for a few days.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know." He raised his head and drank a cup of tea, "Perhaps I can tell you, it will make it easier."

He was only 28 years old when he died.

Standing in this position at a young age, what he has experienced must be unbearable for ordinary people.

A gust of cold wind hit, Ember suddenly came to his senses, and it was almost late autumn.

"Master."

A soft voice sounded behind him, and he knew who it was without turning around.

Li Mei stepped forward and put a piece of clothing on for him, persuading him: "It's windy, why don't you go back?"

Ember nodded expressionlessly, turned around and walked towards her courtyard.

Li Mei followed behind him, thinking in his heart that this person hasn't eaten tonight.

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