Sealing Sword

Xie Wuyi originally thought that no matter where such a man is, no matter what name and identity he changes, he should be vigorous.

But what Ye Fusheng described was a short and peaceful time.

The frontier fortress is bitterly cold, and there are casualties of soldiers and men almost every day. Not to mention returning the body shrouded in horse leather, it is a great fortune to cover the body with three inches of thin soil.Three years ago, at the turn of summer and autumn, a group of recruits entered the frontier barracks. Among them was a strange man. Not an opponent.

He likes to joke and has a good temper. He is not a very important person in the military camp, but he is quite popular. He patrols and fights with the five big and three rough men, and returns with them tearfully carrying the casualties.

At the end of that year, the nomadic tribes outside the Great Wall invaded with troops, and some officials, who were rich in private pockets, withheld military pay. The soldiers rushed to fight under the hunger and cold. Although they repelled the enemy, they did not know how many lives remained on the battlefield forever. The knife and halberd were covered with cold and solidified blood, and the barren land was half covered with stiff and mutilated corpses.

Most of the soldiers and brothers who have shared life and death in the past year are gone.He personally dug the earth pits and sent these people to the netherworld, and then he heard that the city guard was proudly preparing to ask for credit.

There are more than 500 soldiers and nearly a hundred servants. At present, there are only three out of ten. Everyone who survives is stepping on the bones of the victims.

Because the sky was high and the emperor was far away, the city guards made false reports of casualties and exaggerated their achievements, which was called a battle report, but it was actually a plea for credit.In this way, the living may eat food, get paid, get promoted and get rich, but the dead have only a small amount of money to send shirts, and then the new ones replace the old ones to cover up all traces.

It was probably the first time in his life that he was furious. He broke into the big tent and spoke out to dissuade him, but the city guard who was blinded by profit ordered him to be pushed out and severely punished with twenty army sticks.

The twenty army sticks fell, and the flesh and blood were ripped apart. The man endured it without saying a word. Finally, when the city guard reprimanded the other soldiers, he grabbed a knife and cut off the hateful head.

The next crime was to kill Shangguan. He committed such a serious crime and should have been beheaded to show the public, but he was saved.

The young emperor had just returned from an unannounced visit to the vassal's fiefdom. Hearing that the war was brutal, he came to monitor the follow-up arrangements. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing, so he asked the hidden guards around him to come forward and took the man away with the royal token.

On the way back to Beijing, the emperor asked him, would he still serve the country?

The disheveled man had not spoken for several days, and only raised his head at this moment, saying that he was willing to sacrifice his life for his family and country, but he only asked for justice.

Tian Ziyue said: "The imperial court and temples are full of muddy water. Even though I am the emperor, I will make many helpless choices right now. Since you can't understand these things, how about being my knife to cut through the mess?"

When people are always unable to do what they want, there will always be helpless things in the world.

He didn't answer, until the majestic city tower was in front of him, he answered and kowtowed deeply.

Since then, the world has never seen the slightest trace of this man. He finally wiped out his own existence and turned into a sharp knife in the hands of the emperor, hiding in the darkness together with the shadow who also abandoned his identity.

One promise in life, until death.

Until a month ago, the Beiman Pass was closed, and the war in Jinghan Pass was urgent...

"Then, he died."

He still remembers to this day that at that time, when he was covered in blood and rain, he was supposed to be trampled into mud by chaotic horses, but he was rescued by that person, and it took half his life to break out of the encirclement.

However, the northern barbarian garrison is located in a radius of ten miles, and the two of them are disabled, even if they have wings, it is difficult for them to fly out of this sky.

At that time, the man asked him, do you have a last wish?

Ye Fusheng was poisoned and couldn't see anything, so he had to lean on his back, thought about it seriously, and said that he still had a promise to fulfill.

The man laughed. We are both degenerates in the world, and I also owed a promise. It seems that we are destined to break the promise.

Ye Fusheng laughed while coughing, and said, that's not the case, if you put me down, I can delay you for a while, so that you can go back with your life, after all, there is still one person who can keep his promise.

The man was still laughing, didn't answer him, but ran faster.

At three o'clock that night, they fled into a valley, and the barbarians behind them pursued closely, and they only had a short time to breathe.

At this moment, the man hid him in a cave, took off his robe, took away the knife in his hand, left behind the kit and jade pendant, and only said hastily, "Don't come out" , turned around and went out.

Ye Fusheng shouted a few times in a low voice, but no one answered, only the sound of the horse's hoof shaking the earth and rocks gradually approached.

He stopped, and soon, the clanging of weapons and weapons could be heard endlessly.

Then, he heard the whistling of the wind, as if a thousand arrows were fired.

"...He died too hastily, he didn't have time to say anything, just enough to put the brocade bag containing the jade pendant into my hand, and then he went to die." Ye Fusheng lowered his eyelids, "I couldn't see him at that time, I can't catch up with him, I don't know if he has turned back."

It wasn't until the next night, when all sounds receded and the world was as silent as death, that he groped out of the cave, limped out of the valley, and heard the discussions of refugees from the frontier, and then restored the truth from these fragmentary words.

The man found a corpse similar in shape to his own and tied it to his back, then covered Ye Fusheng's robe with his body, and fled desperately with the Jinghong knife in hand, leading the barbarians out of the valley. In front of the cliff, he was pierced by thousands of arrows.

The candlelight in the room had been extinguished at some point, only a little light came in from the window, and the outline of Xie Wuyi could be seen vaguely.He was still sitting in front of Ye Fusheng, but he didn't speak, he didn't even hear the sound of breathing, as if he had become a dead person.

After a while, Xie Wuyi said: "So that's the case."

"Because of my duties, I have investigated his origins, but Jianghu is not an imperial court after all, and my knowledge is very limited. I can only speculate from his sword skills and appearance that he may be the cut-off water that disappeared soon after the battle of Ling Yunfeng. The owner of the villa, Xie Wuyi, but I don’t know much about the other details, so he thought that the owner of Xie was discouraged after the war and decided to quit the rivers and lakes and enter the temple, so he was ordered to stop the investigation." Ye Fusheng twisted his brows, " After getting this jade pendant, I finally confirmed his identity, so I came here with a caravan, wanting to find out what happened, and then make plans, but I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect that there would be a Xie Wuyi in Broken Water Villa?"

Ye Fusheng smiled wryly: "That's right, so the moment I saw the owner of the villa with my own eyes, I felt like I stepped into a puddle of muddy water again."

"Do you regret it?"

Ye Fusheng smiled lightly: "Now that the truth has come to light, why talk about regretting it?"

He dragged his wounded body and traveled thousands of miles because the man had risked life and death with him several times, and finally saved him with his life. Ye Fusheng felt that as long as his conscience had not been eaten clean by dogs, he had the responsibility to fulfill his last wish. .

Until now, Ye Fusheng finally understood that the purpose of the man who gave him this jade pendant was actually to hope that Ye Fusheng would return it to Xie Wuyi after he escaped from birth. confessed.

"Gou Li's country lives and dies, why do you avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune... He is very moral and passionate!" Xie Wuyi said coldly, "Since everyone has what they need, then please do as you please."

Ye Fusheng didn't feel annoyed by such a moody face change, he poured himself a glass of water slowly, drank it up before Shi Shiran got up, cupped his hands and said: "Then let's go take a nap first, the owner also please have a rest."

After he left, Xie Wuyi sat alone in the dark room for an unknown amount of time, until a gust of cold wind blew the window open, and the cold raindrops swept in, and he stood up as if awakened.

Three years of severe illness, once the needle was broken, even though the inner strength has gradually recovered, Xie Wuyi's physical foundation has already been defeated. After getting up so suddenly, he felt a little dizzy. .

After a while, his fingers put on the scabbard of the water cutting knife, trembling, then grabbed the long knife and went out the door.

Turning to the back kitchen, ignoring the dozing servant, Xie Wuyi took a jar of spirits by himself, and then went to watch the sea tide with his light kung fu.

Looking at the sea, the tide is steep and the cliffs are steep, the wind is more violent here, the broken rain and the leaves dance endlessly, Xie Wuyi's clothes are fluttered by the wind, like a lonely flag.

He slapped the clay open, took a swig, and then waved the wine jar down.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped down, and when he was almost at the bottom of the cliff, he stepped on the right foot with his left foot, walking on the water with his whole body, and finally landed on a bluestone protruding from the water like a wild goose.

The big river was turbulent, and the waves stirred up quickly wet his thin shirt, making him bone-chillingly cold.

The long knife was out of its sheath, and the three-foot green edge illuminated the cold face like snow.

He swung the saber, just like the uninterrupted daily martial arts practice in the past three years, his internal force runs through the meridians, he draws the saber to cut off the water, and calms the waves.

He didn't raise his head to look at the distance where the water and the sky lined up until the moves were exhausted and his bone marrow was cold.

It's almost mao shi now, but it's so late in late autumn, not to mention the wind and rain. Xie Wuyi watched for a long time before he saw the faint white line in the distance.

"...It's almost dawn."

Note: Gou Li country life and death, do not avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune - from Lin Zexu's "Going to Garrison Dengchengkou Zhanshi Family".