Sword Net Three Strategies Collection·Shadow Cun

eleven,

The one-year agreement is approaching, but the battle between Haoqi and the villain is intensifying. Ye Qingshang escorts Keren's army to Kunlun, while Yan Ciliang guards Nanping, facing the villain Gu Moyu's army.He can't leave now, the Nanping Mountain defense line is safe, and it's all in his hands.Yan Ciliang frowned, drew out his Huaying sword, and led his men to the battlefield.

Early autumn night.

The sunny day and sea of ​​Wanhua Valley are always like spring all the year round, and the red kites everywhere never wither. Only in the autumn and winter nights can people feel a bit of the coolness that belongs to this world.

And the young man in the black robe had stood there for several hours, as if he was about to melt into the sea of ​​flowers and turn into a red iris here.

The same piece was played again, but he really didn't know who the flute sounded for this time.

"The acupoints on Patrol's body will be released after a while." Tang Xuan emerged from the night and walked forward. "Are you still waiting? The battle in Nanping is intensifying. Yan Ciliang will not come back within three months."

The sound of the flute ended abruptly, as silent as his master.

The young man stood where he was, retracted the dike, and sighed leisurely.He could already vaguely hear the commotion of Wanhua's patrolling disciples in the distance, so he turned around, stared blankly at the direction of the valley, and said calmly: "Forget it, let's go. Go back to the Valley of the Wicked."

twelve,

Later, Yan Ciliang was transferred to Kunlun.

No matter how much Jueming tried to hide, he finally met on the battlefield, each standing on opposite sides, holding sharp knives at each other.When Yan Ciliang found out that the villain Gu Junshi who was facing him was actually Jue Ming, his heart felt as if he had been pinched severely. The Xuefeng Bing Wang flute in Jue Ming's hand swayed the cold black color, and his face had long since lost the gentleness of the past. Smiling, in the bottomless eyes, what Yan Ciliang read was only indifference and a little unwillingness.

Jianfeng finally pushed to the neck of Cassia Ming.Caesar always looked up at Yan Ciliang, his arrogance was even more inaccessible than flowers on snow.The shouts of killing on the Kunlun Icefield became more and more violent, and the two people led by each were dragged into the boundless silence.Yan Ciliang didn't even dare to confirm with his own eyes whether his sword was pointed at the Cassia he knew before, or just someone who looked exactly the same—the black hair was disheveled by the cold wind, and the sleeve robe was dyed with the same The cold and clean face is incompatible with the strong blood.

He didn't even know if the person holding the sword was still his former self.

thirteen,

The mighty East Kunlun Heights Prisoner of War Camp.

He asked Jueming what happened in the past year, why he was forced out of Wanhua and rebelled into the Valley of the Evil. After asking for three days, Jueming still didn't say a word, as if he was dumb.

Yan Ciliang really felt that he was powerless.Later, he asked, "Where's the flute I gave you?"

"I was thrown into the river of cursed blood." Jue Ming said.

fourteen,

Probably the cold war has been going on for more than half a year.Half a year later, during a battle against the Evil Man's Valley, Jue Ming, who was the military advisor of the Evil Man's Valley, became the target of the Haoqi League.At that time, Yan Ciliang only remembered that Cassia Ming's arm was shot, and at that time another Tiance rushed forward. Without even thinking about it, he couldn't help but couldn't grab it, and was shot dead for Cassia Ming trick.

He is not afraid of how many mountains and rivers have been blocked between them, how many right and wrong grievances, he just wants to keep Cassia.

And then, what happened, he can't remember.Xu Shi was seriously injured, and he could only vaguely remember that after he woke up, he was lying in the tent of the wicked, while Cassia Ming was reading outrageously out-of-the-way books, and the medicine bottles and silver needles were placed on the table. .

That night, he finally heard the long-lost song.Although Xuefeng Bingwangdi's voice was a bit more desolate.

And the person who played this piece for him is still the same as before, the snow on the flowers is the most amazingly clear.The stormy rivers and lakes, and the bloody fights on the battlefield did not tarnish his truest aura.

It's like returning to the peace and tranquility of being in the sea of ​​​​clear days many years ago.

fifteen,

Yunshuang teased Caesar, saying that he and Yan Ciliang were like a couple who quarrel at the bedside of someone else's bed.Jueming smiled and said nothing, he left all his affairs to Yunshuang openly, and then drove out of the Valley of the Wicked.

Yan Ciliang waited in Changlefang, and saw Jue Ming rushing over from a distance, dressed in black, he looked quite thin in this icy and snowy Kunlun.Yan Ciliang took off his Taoist robe and put it on Caesar Ming.

"Is it cold?"

"Ah... the snow in Kunlun is much colder than that on Luoyan Peak." Jue Ming said.

sixteen,

He never thought that he and Cassia, as opposites and as lovers, have lived like this for more than ten years.He finally became famous and left the Haoqi League, while Jue Ming also retired from the Valley of the Evil, and the two returned to Luoyan Peak to live in seclusion.I thought we could spend the rest of our lives together in peace and quiet, but who knew that in the third year of being together, the rebel An Lushan raised troops, and the rebels quickly occupied Luoyang, then marched westward, and attacked Huashan.They intended to ignore world affairs and were finally forced to set foot in the rivers and lakes again to assist Tang Jun.

Before leaving, he made a divination, it was a big disaster, moreover, he failed to calculate his fate after Cassia Ming.

Realizing what might happen next, he gasped, threw all the hexagrams into the firewood and burned them to ashes. When he turned his head, he found Cassia standing there, smiling gently at him, as if he had been there many years ago. Same.He faced that smile, but his heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness—he couldn't imagine what his world would be like if one day he never saw that smile again.

"It's time to come, but I can't hide." Jueming patted him on the back like coaxing a child: "Maybe it's not just the two camps that separate us this time."

[-].

bloody battle.Sword light and ink shadow, sparks like flowers.

[-].

Maple Leaf Camp.

He and Jue Ming were sitting on the top of the hill next to each other, and Jue Ming was playing the tune that he had listened to for more than ten years.A few flakes of white snow drifted down in the air, blurred like untimely flowers, obviously so unreal, but comforting the dreams of the displaced people in the war, like a requiem between the succession of gunpowder and smoke.

Some people think of the prosperity and peace of the past, some mourn the heroes who died in battle, and some people just want to keep everything in this moment, not wanting the past or tomorrow.

"Even if I go against the sky, I just want to keep you..." Yan Ciliang sighed softly.

Cassia finally did not answer him.

[-].

"In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow."

twenty,

People in the world have seen the burning peach blossoms in Baling County, the ice and sky in Kunlun Mountains, the jade emperor's clouds flying by the West Lake, and the setting sun and smoke in Beiman Mountain, but few people have seen it. The blood red, how many thousands of flowers of pride and integrity are buried.

He became the last witness of this already isolated history.

The swan song that was brilliant past the last moment is like burning, like madness.Then, the clear sky and snowflakes sealed this memory forever in the cold silence.

He poured all his true qi into Cassia Ming's body, but he couldn't recover.Cassia was seriously injured in many places all over his body, and his meridians were all ruptured.He tried his best to block his own life and act against the Tao, but he was only able to prolong the life of Cassia Ming by two sticks of incense.And in the whole sea of ​​sunshine, only the two of them were left alive.

He sat down and hugged Cassia.The wound on Caesar's back lost the restraint of that force, and immediately split open, and a large swath of blood bleed out, merging with his blood, dyeing his white Taoist robe a terrible red.

Jueming struggled to open his eyes, staring at him stupidly, as if he was his only sky.

I don't know how long it took, the snow fell all over his shoulders.

"Sleepy." Caesar twirled his lips, breathing weakly.

He raised his eyebrows, suddenly remembered something, freed a hand, groped in the clothes for a while, paused for a moment, then pulled out a kit, opened it, and took out a dark brown hair bag inside. Things, very solemnly handed over to Cassia Ming.His eye sockets were so painful that he couldn't even shed a tear, so he sighed softly, and when he spoke again, his tone returned to the gentle and pampering of the past.

"Go to sleep," he said.

The cassia seed lay in the palm of Cassia Ming, as if it was a sacrifice to receive his life.Cassia raised the corner of his mouth, then gently closed his eyes.

"Is it because the sky is afraid that you will be too lonely, so the snow from Luoyan Peak falls on this sea of ​​flowers..."

He was talking to himself in a daze, his desolate back was silent in the silent silver.

21,

"I'm here to see you."

The white jade flute, with a clear sound, does not go back to the past.

The world has experienced a catastrophe, the situation is bleak, and things are changing.

He stood by the grave, in the snow in front of the blue stone tablet, with his shadow sword erected.A cassia plant is twined with a long sword, the leaves are as green as jade, and the branches are covered with fine flowers, as if nothing can separate the two.

He seemed to be standing there for a long, long time.It has been so long that the white snow all over the ground has dyed his blue hair, so long that the years have melted everything away, so long that he seems to have heard the sound of that person's flute, singing their life and death, as if he has seen the words waving in his mind. The unchanging face, that smile that amazed him for the rest of his life.

Raise your head, and welcome the swaying crystal leaves to fall on your palm, gradually dissipating, and the dark fragrance overflows.

"Are you back yet?" he asked to himself.

There are thousands of flowing clouds, and his figure appears insignificant under the so-called Dao of Heaven, like a drop in the ocean.That sigh was eventually forgotten as a trickle of history, fleeting.

In the vast sea of ​​sunny days, the only listeners are probably the cassia plant in front of the grave and the red kite that lived lonely and long in the invincible youth.

The author has something to say: Sure enough, BE OTL

When writing this, I was listening to HITA's "Longevity Tribulation"

I especially like the sentence in it, "Everyone admires longevity, only the road does not need to be tossed around in the world of mortals, who understands your loneliness"

Yan Ciliang is probably like this