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There was no Wang Ziyue's play the next day, but he still got up early and went to the crew, intending to learn Liu Shuhua's acting skills.

Today's filming is Fan Fenglong's dying scene.Qingyumen has been in decline for a long time, and the buildings are very old.Fan Fenglong is indifferent to fame and wealth, and lives in a shabby room all year round. The studio restores the poor life of this great man.

The studio was a dilapidated stone house with a wooden table with a yellowed sword manual on it.There is a couch with a stone pillow on it.A few months ago, Fan Fenglong, who single-handedly frightened the Demon Sect and defended the dignity of the martial arts in the Central Plains, lingered in such a dilapidated house.

More than half a year had passed since that bloody martial arts conference, and Fan Fenglong had already run out of gas, and only because he wanted to entrust the remains of the Qingyu sword to Fan Youxi without telling Sun Jinghui, he hung his last breath desperately.

On this day, Sun Jinghui went down the mountain to organize a [-]-day banquet for his younger brother Sun Jingzhao and would not return until the next day.Taking advantage of the young apprentice leaving the sect, Fan Fenglong immediately called the senior apprentice to the bedside to explain his funeral, and he passed away that night.

When Wang Ziyue arrived at the crew, the crew was about to start filming.He greeted everyone: "Director Qian, Teacher Yao, brother, good morning."

Liu Shuhua smiled and said, "Xiaohui is also here today to send Master on his way."

"Pfft." The prince laughed out loud when he heard the words.

You must know that Yao Jianhua is from Xiangjiang and works in the entertainment industry, so he is usually very superstitious.Liu Shuhua is a fine person, he said this on purpose to tease Yao Jianhua.

Yao Jianhua glanced at Liu Shuhua helplessly, and said in a standard Hong Kong way: "It's morning."

"Well--"

Qian Linhai pointed to the bench next to the director's chair, "Xiao Wang, sit here first."

"Okay." The prince sat on the small bench obediently.

Qian Linhai continued to give lectures to the two actors, Liu Shuhua was sitting in front of the bed, and Zheng Jianhua was lying on the couch.He wore a set of white pajamas and put on sick makeup, looking weak and dying.

In fact, Zheng Jianhua's acting skills are very good. As long as he doesn't speak his lines and reveal his accent, he can easily bring the opponent actors into the play, not to mention that Liu Shuhua, who is acting opposite him, is a three-good student-type young actor.The crew including Qian Linhai had great expectations for Liu Shuhua's performance.

Everyone who has no job came to the studio to watch the farewell scene, Wang Ziyue naturally looked forward to Liu Shuhua's performance.

In fact, he was very envious of Liu Shuhua being able to play such a brilliant role.

A good actor needs to meet a good role in order to bring out his best abilities.Although Sun Jinghui also had a rough life experience, he has a forbearing personality, always smiling, and rarely shows his inner heaviness.

The role of Fan Youxi is more complicated and dramatic than Sun Jinghui, and there is more room for actors to play.Just like this farewell scene between master and apprentice, the emotions of the two characters are very full, and the dramatic conflict in the story reaches its climax, which is the opportunity to act that can't be met but elusive.

After everything was ready, Qian Linhai returned to the director's chair. After the scene was recorded, several cameras started shooting from different angles. Everyone held their breath, and the highly anticipated performance began.

Zheng Jianhua was half lying and half sitting on the head of the bed, with a thin quilt covering his chest.

Liu Shuhua was holding a bowl of medicine, slowly stirring it with a small porcelain spoon, and blowing a breath from time to time.

Sun Jinghui had already descended the mountain at this time.The Sun family is sparsely populated, and the Sun family loves this hard-won young son very much. The Hundred Days Banquet was so grand that the sound of loud firecrackers even reached Qingyu Mountain.

The staff clapped their hands loudly. Zheng Jianhua received the signal, breathed weakly, half-opened his eyes, and asked, "What kind of festival is this?"

After working together for many days, Liu Shuhua has gotten used to Zheng Jianhua's Xiangjiang accent.He filled the soup with a small porcelain spoon, brought it to Zheng Jianhua's lips, and said solemnly: "Xiaohui's younger brother is hosting the hundred-day banquet. Master, have you forgotten? You sent Xiaohui down the mountain during the day."

Zheng Jianhua took Liu Shuhua's hand and obediently sucked the concoction, and licked his lips when he heard this, with a dazed and slow expression.

The vicissitudes of the hero's old age deeply hurt the hearts of the viewers.Liu Shuhua only glanced at Zheng Jianhua, then looked away like an electric shock.

What kind of carefree person Fan Fenglong used to be.Fan Youxi will never forget in his life, the day they met for the first time, Fan Fenglong walked towards him through the grass in fluttering white clothes.He is always so calm and relaxed, time seems to freeze on him.

But among all living beings, who can escape sickness, old age and death?The battle at the martial arts conference exhausted Fan Fenglong's life. Apart from the pain, what did he gain in the end?

Liu Shuhua held the small porcelain spoon in one hand and the medicine bowl in the other, his hands were shaking.

Cold tears fell into the concoction.

One drop, one drop.

Tears fell into the bitter black concoction.

Zheng Jianhua stared blankly at the corner of the bed, and asked again: "Youxi, where is your junior brother? Where did Xiaohui go?"

Liu Shuhua took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Xiaohui went to hold a hundred-day banquet for his younger brother. Master, you personally sent him down the mountain."

"Oh, Xiaohui has a younger brother, the Sun family is happy this time."

Zheng Jianhua showed a look of emotion: "You are happy, do you know why Xiaohui came to Qingyumen to learn martial arts?"

Liu Shuhua calmed down, and while feeding Zheng Jianhua medicine, he cooperated with his master to recall the past: "I know, because Xiaohui was in poor health when he was a child, so the old lady of the Sun family sent him to the mountains to practice martial arts, hoping that he would keep fit and continue his incense. "

Zheng Jianhua took a few sips of the medicine, shook his head and did not want to drink any more.

So Liu Shuhua withdrew his hand, and Zheng Jianhua's tone suddenly became serious: "There is something you don't know. Taoist Miaolin told Xiaohui's fortune. He said that if Xiaohui went to Qingyu Mountain, the Sun family would not be cut off, but in that case Come on, Xiaohui will die young."

Liu Shuhua got up and put the medicine bowl back on the wooden case, and replied casually: "I know, Xiaohui told me about it."

Zheng Jianhua said with pity: "Tell me, is there anyone in the world who is willing to be a short-lived ghost? Xiaohui is so filial, he still went up the mountain for his parents."

Liu Shuhua sat on the edge of the bed, helped Yao Jianhua to lie down, and comforted him: "Didn't that expert say that Xiaohui will not do anything until he continues the incense for the Sun family. So thinking about it, Xiaohui hasn't married yet and has a child." , he will be fine."

Yao Jianhua said quietly: "This little brother Xiaohui came from a wicked way."

Liu Shuhua's pupils shrank, and an ominous premonition suddenly hit his heart, like a kid's cold hand on the shoulder of a night walker.

Yao Jianhua was still saying: "Don't think about how old Mrs. Sun is and she gave birth to another son. Taoist Miaolin only said that Xiaohui's Sun family would not have a descendant if he went to the mountain, but he didn't say that this child must be Xiaohui's flesh and blood. If Sun The second young master at home was bought by Xiaohui with his own lifespan—"

"Master!"

Liu Shuhua interrupted him abruptly, "Stop talking, Xiaohui is in good health and nothing will happen."

Yao Jianhua closed his eyes and did not speak.

Liu Shuhua pinched Yao Jianhua's shoulder guiltily, and coaxed softly: "Master, Youxi was wrong, and Youxi didn't mean to yell at you. Listen to me, Master, we, the three of us, master and apprentice, will live well."

"Okay...okay..."

Yao Jianhua murmured and repeated these words, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Youxi, take the bamboo box from the top shelf of the bookcase."

Liu Shuhua went to fetch the casket.Although the bamboo box was placed on the top shelf of the bookcase, it was not stained with a trace of dust, and the tentacles were smooth and moist.

Yao Jianhua sat up with his arms behind him, and Liu Shuhua sat on the edge of the bed holding the bamboo box, letting Master lean on him.

Yao Jianhua tremblingly opened the bamboo box and pushed aside the silk cloth. The close-up shot zoomed in, and countless pieces of broken jade lay at the bottom of the box, like spring water splashing down on the human world.

"This is... a fragment of the Sapphire Sword..."

Yao Jianhua looked deeply at the box of broken jade.

Since he was injured, he has never spoken in such a serious tone: "Youxi, Qingyumen has been in decline for a long time, and people have long forgotten that there is such a peerless sword in the world, so I, the sword guard, can be relaxed and happy." Xiaoyao, until, until that day, your brothers and sisters entered the Cangjian Pavilion..."

Liu Shuhua's eyes turned red, and he lowered his head deeply.

Everyone makes mistakes, there is no way around it.Some mistakes are irreparable, and there is no way around that.When the irreparable mistakes you make hurt the people closest to you, you can only suffer and suffer.There is no other way.

Yao Jianhua said in a daze, "Sorrow and joy, I have done good deeds for my teacher in my life, and I have never done a bad thing or harmed a good person. Why does God treat me like this?"

Liu Shuhua hugged Master's frail shoulder with one hand, tears could not stop falling down.

"Master, disciple, I'm sorry... I swore to protect the Qingyu Sword from the day you picked me up and brought me back to Qingyu Gate, but I didn't do it..."

Yao Jianhua shook his head: "Later, I figured it out. The fate of this sword is the fate of the members of the Qingyu Gate. Do you know that the Qingyu Sword is forged to protect the peace of the world? The world is in turmoil, and the Qingyu Gate's power shakes the world. The world is peaceful, Qingyumen will return to the mountain forest. This is the fate of Qingyumenmen, and I have never blamed anyone. I am just worried that without this sword, how will Qingyumen protect the peace of the world in the future?"

"I am for the world, who is for me?"

Liu Shuhua said angrily, "Master, you saved the lives of so many people with all your might, who came to Qingyu Mountain to take a look at you and ask you a question? Those famous sects don't take us seriously at all, why should we care about their lives? "

Yao Jianhua let out a long sigh: "The building is going to be stormy, so why should we divide it?"

Liu Shuhua remained silent.

Yao Jianhua turned his head to look at the clear shadow of the bamboo forest reflected on the window paper, which will be accompanied by the background sound of gongs and drums in the later stage.

He said calmly, "Youxi, I won't survive tonight as a teacher."

Liu Shuhua was shocked, and hurriedly said: "Master, you won't—"

Yao Jianhua stopped abruptly: "Time is running out, let me finish my sentence."

Liu Shuhua opened his mouth halfway. He couldn't believe that Master was going to leave him, but he could vaguely sense that when the time came, Master was going to leave.

No one or anything can change this, Master is leaving.

Yao Jianhua said: "Youxi, the happiest thing in my life as a teacher is to carry you on Qingyu Mountain."

"Master..."

"I know that you can't forget your origin, I know that you hate your mother, and you miss your father. When I leave, you will be the new head of the Qingyu Gate. If one day you leave the Qingyu Gate and return to your hometown Looking for relatives, I don't blame you."

"..."

Liu Shuhua clenched his lower lip, his expression struggling.

Yao Jianhua said: "Master only asks you for two things. The first thing is the Qingyu sword. You must not tell Xiaohui the truth, and let him think that what he destroyed is a fake. He is a poor boy, don't tell him to recite it again. This is a crime."

Liu Shuhua nodded heavily.

Yao Jianhua continued: "The second thing is the sapphire sword. The shards of the sapphire sword are in this bamboo box. Everything has its destiny, you just need to wait. If you wait for the opportunity, you must restore the sapphire sword. This year's martial arts conference is dangerous. Abnormally, the demon sect colludes with the barbarians and is threatening, and there will be chaos in the Central Plains. As the head of the Qingyu Sect, you must hold the sword with righteousness and have the common people in the world in mind."

Liu Shuhua solemnly said: "Master, I promise you."

Yao Jianhua breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned on Liu Shuhua's shoulder with his eyes closed.

He has died a long time ago, and he has survived to this day just to say these words to his apprentice.

These words weighed heavily on his heart, as if a heavy stone tied to his ankle prevented the drowning man from surfacing to breathe freely.

Now, having finished speaking, his lithe soul struggled to leave the heavy, scarred body.

The vitality was rapidly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Yao Jianhua fell into a state of deliriousness again: "Xiaohui, where is Xiaohui?"

Liu Shuhua held back the great heartache, and said with tears in his eyes: "Xiaohui has gone down the mountain...Master, you sent him away yourself..."

Yao Jianhua was out of breath, but he was still asking, "Leaving? Are you coming back? When will you be back?"

Liu Shuhua burst into tears: "Come back soon, I'll be back at dawn."

"I want to pick up Xiaohui... I want to see him one last time."

"Just wait on the mountain."

Yao Jianhua wanted to shake his head, but he didn't even have the strength to shake his head.

"Go down the mountain—go to that place and wait, the place where I found you."

Liu Shuhua burst into tears: "Okay, I'll carry you on my back."

He closed the bamboo box, pulled a piece of curtain at random, wrapped the box and tied it on his chest, then squatted down in front of the bed.

Yao Jianhua propped himself up on the bed and threw himself forward, almost falling on his apprentice's broad shoulders.

Liu Shuhua protected his master's thin waist with his backhand, walked out of the simple living room with his master on his back steadily, and walked down Qingyu Mountain step by step.

Fan Youxi still remembers the day when he met Master, the sky was as blue as clean.

At that time, his mother took him risking his life and fled back to the Central Plains.When they reached Qingyu Town, my mother couldn't hold on any longer, so she left him at the foot of the mountain and left in a hurry.

Fan Youxi was still young at that time, but he understood that his mother took him away not because she loved her youngest son, but because half of the blood on his body was hers.He was her disgrace, she would rather throw him on the barren hills to die than take him to that distant town to seek a chance of life.

Fan Youxi sat in the grass.He thought of the cruel mother, the father he would never see again, the grassland and the beautiful pony that he could not go back to, and he couldn't help crying loudly from it.

After crying for a long time, he heard someone coming.

The man was dressed in white, like a fairy in the sky.

He gave him a new name, and he gave him a promise.

Holding the green jade sword in his pocket, he walked up the green jade mountain step by step with him on his back.He bathes him, sews clothes, feeds him, teaches him how to practice a sword, and teaches him to be a man.They have lived on Qingyu Mountain for 20 years.He has no wife and no children all his life, and treats him as his own son.He never called him "Daddy", and he never asked him to call himself "Daddy".

Master's heart is transparent. For 20 years, Master sees everything.

Now that the master is leaving, at the end of his life, no matter what, he has to see his junior for the last time.

That day, he carried him up the mountain.

Today, he carried him down the mountain.

The time of 20 years is but a snap of the fingers, the joy is short-lived, leaving only endless sorrow.

Fan Youxi went down the mountain with her master on her back.

He raised his head, the night was low, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.The evening wind gently wiped away his tears, and the inexhaustible tears gushed out again.

The master behind him was as light as an untouchable gust of wind, Fan Youxi was suddenly a little scared, and asked softly, "Master, are you still there?"

Fan Fenglong put his big apprentice's neck loosely around, and replied in a weak voice: "Yes."

Fan Youxi turned her head and wiped away her tears with the rough sleeves of her master.

Walking to the gate of Qingyu Gate, he asked again: "Master, are you still there?"

Fan Fenglong cheered up, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid of worries and joys, Master is here."

Fan Youxi breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help speeding up her pace: "Master, I'll accompany you to pick up Xiaohui. He walked in a hurry during the day, and you didn't even say a few words."

Outside the gate of Qingyu Gate, there are lush vegetation and winding mountain paths.

Fan Youxi asked again: "Master, are you still there?"

The wind gradually died down, and everything was silent.

"Master?"

The dense trees are like a sea of ​​green clouds. They are beautiful trees that only grow on Qingyu Mountain. The elegant branches and leaves move without wind, as if the whole mountain is crying.

Fan Youxi stopped in her tracks.

"Master?"

The arms on the shoulders loosened.

The breeze was blowing, and the hands were shaking weakly.

Master's hands are obviously not like this.

His hands are slender, not as shriveled as they are now.He can hold a scroll, draw a sword, hold a pen, and twist a flower in his hand, unlike now that he can't even catch a wisp of breeze.

When did Master become so weak?It was the battle of the martial arts conference.The master exhausted his whole life's skills with one enemy against one hundred. At the end of the battle, dirty blood dripped from the corners of his snow-white robe that was dyed bright red.

Master won.

However, victory is not his end, death is.

Fan Youxi called softly: "Master..."

No one will answer him again.

He no longer has a master.

Suddenly, Fan Youxi raised his head and let out a mournful cry from his chest, startling countless birds into the air.

"Father—ah—"

That is the desolate voice of the grassland, the vastness and sadness flowing in the blood vessels.

Rumble - boom - boom

At that moment, in the small town at the foot of the mountain, countless fireworks flew into the sky.

People are celebrating the birth of new life with light and fire.The gorgeous golden trees and silver flowers bloom wantonly in the night, the light and shadow change and the golden light is bright, that is the purest laughter and joy, and it is the voice that mortals try their best to convey to the gods in the sky.Did you hear that?So grand, so magnificent, so fleeting.

"Master, didn't you want to see Xiaohui? You haven't seen him yet, how could you go first?"

Fan Youxi staggered down the mountain with Master Weihan's body on his back.

"Xiaohui, where are you? Come back quickly, come back and see Master! Master is leaving, Master is leaving..."

He carried the shards of the sapphire sword, and he could hear the sound of the world shattering every step he took.He carried Master's body on his back, and every step he took, he could feel his heart dying little by little.

"We don't have a master anymore, Xiaohui, I don't have a master anymore..."

All broken, all broken.

It can't be repaired, it can't be repaired, and it can't go back.

It turned out that the moon was the most perfect when he was a child, but he never looked at it intently.It turned out that meeting for the first time was the happiest time in his life, but he let the simple days go by day by day.It turned out that his master could only accompany him on such a short journey in this life, but he was eagerly looking forward to growing up.

Tears blurred the road ahead, Fan Youxi went down the mountain without looking back.

He was going down the mountain to wait for his junior brother to come back.

The younger brother will definitely come back, but the master can't wait any longer.

Master has gone down the mountain.