Wancang never regrets

The night is as deep as a thick inkstone, a round of bright moon hangs high in the sky, amidst the silence, there is the faint sound of bells and tripods.

In the dense forest at the back of Tongtian Peak in Qingyun Mountain, there stands a majestic hall with four corner cornices, glazed tile roof, and antique red pillars. I saw the candles burning inside, and even the ever-burning lamp flickered slightly.

In the middle of the main hall, in front of the altar enshrining the spiritual tablets of countless Qingyun ancestors, there is a man in white kneeling. He has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the look of the past can be faintly seen in his eyes. At this moment, he raised his head, but he did not speak for a long time , motionless, just quietly staring at the spiritual tablets of Qingyunmen's ancestors.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally moved. After knocking his head three times heavily, he got up and walked towards the apse.

The apse is a simple and small courtyard. There are a few maple trees in the courtyard. The leaves are falling slowly with the night wind. Wan Jianben paused in his walking steps. After a while, a sigh slowly drifted away. in the wind.

Wan Jian walked to the front of the room, pushed open the door and walked to the side of the couch to take a rest, but accidentally saw the Dragon Slaying Sword placed on the table, his pupils shrank, and he walked slowly to the side of the table, Trembling, he stretched out his hand, grasped the blade, and slowly pulled it out. Every time he pulled it out, the dragon-slaying sword seemed to have a spirituality, and it was trembling non-stop, and the sound of dragon chant was endless.

As soon as Wan Jian looked at the dragon-slaying sword in front of him, his starry eyes were shining, he stroked it gently with his hand, with a hint of tenderness, but he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes suddenly became quiet, and a trace of sadness flashed faintly. He put the sword back into its sheath, but still held it tightly. For a moment, he seemed to be in deep thought. Wan Jianyi's starry eyes revealed a bit of worry. After such a long time, he suddenly coughed lightly while covering his heart, looking Holding the dragon-slaying sword, he whispered: "Junior Brother Cangsong, this dragon-slaying sword... I'll leave it to you... I hope you... don't want it..." The gentle words were gradually swallowed by coughing...

The sky is gradually dawning, the light blue sky is inlaid with a few residual stars, and the mountains are hazy with fog, like a silver-gray veil.

On the mountain road, there was the rustling sound of footsteps lightly stepping on fallen leaves. A dark green figure walked slowly, without hesitation, he walked straight into the main hall of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall. After replacing the burnt candle with a new one, he heard footsteps, but he didn't turn his head and didn't speak.

Daoxuan walked up to the coffin, didn't look at Wan Jianyi, and didn't say a word, he just took three pillars of fresh incense from the incense table in front of the coffin and lit them, respectfully bowed to the coffin, and put the sandalwood in his hand on the coffin. After being placed in the incense burner on the table, he looked at Wan Jianyi with deep eyes: "Looking at your appearance, you must have recovered."

As soon as Wan Jian heard the words, the movements in his hands still didn't stop, he just said indifferently: "Why did you save me?"

Daoxuan gave a low laugh, and said: "You have finally asked, I thought you would never speak again." He paused, as if a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes, and said faintly: "Why did you save you?" ? Because I owe you that."

Wan Jianyi didn't speak, but the movement of his hands stopped, the two were silent for a long time, Wan Jianyi suddenly turned to Daoxuan and asked, "Cang... Cang Song... Junior Brother, is he alright?"

When Daoxuan heard Cangsong's name, he didn't speak, but his eyes were deep and complicated, revealing a bit of tenderness and distress, and there seemed to be some self-deprecating mixed in the trace of helplessness.

Wan Jianyi looked at Daoxuan's expression, and said in a low voice: "I'm the one asking more, since I'm gone, he must be very..."

A sigh came out of Daoxuan's mouth suddenly, and he said in a dejected manner: "Junior Brother Tianyun said, after I killed you and took you away in Yuqing Palace that day, Junior Brother Cangsong fell into a coma and woke up. After coming here, he knelt on a cliff of Longshou Peak for a whole day and night, no matter who persuaded him, it was useless, and he was taken back until he fainted." At this point, Daoxuan closed his eyes, and said: "I see When I arrived at him, his figure was already very thin, and the way he looked at me..."

On a cliff...kneeling for a day and a night...until fainting...

Wan Jianyi trembled all over, and there were ripples and tears in his calm starry eyes. That cliff was the place where he and Junior Brother Cangsong met for the first time. Junior brother, in fact, your heart, during the trip to the wilderness, you were seriously injured and fell asleep In addition to calling my name, and contacting the way you look at me on weekdays, and your determination to die for me in Yuqing Palace that day, I can already guess, but I can't hurt you, I can't even respond, I didn't expect to hurt you so far, but now it's okay...

Wan Jianyi calmed down in a moment, he looked at Daoxuan, and said calmly: "If you kill me with your own hands, Junior Brother will definitely hate you."

Hearing this, Daoxuan looked a little crazy, he sneered, and said: "Yes, I saw hatred in his eyes, but even so, I won't let him know that you are still alive, I want to let him know that you are still alive. From now on it's just me."

"You..." Wan Jianyi sighed in his heart, and continued: "Junior Brother Cangsong is a pure and upright person. He deserves to be treated sincerely by everyone. You must not hurt him." He said, and left Went to a table in the hall, grabbed the dragon-slaying sword, walked back to Daoxuan, passed the sword over, and said: "This dragon-slaying sword is useless if I keep it here, you can give it to Junior Brother Cangsong."

Daoxuan took the Dragon Slaying Sword with deep eyes, and said lightly: "I will give this sword to him, and I know in my heart whether it will hurt him or not, so you don't need to tell me." After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Wan Jianyi's figure behind him also fell into the shadows, and there was something left to say, "Junior Brother, you have to be good..."

When Daoxuan Yujian went to Longshou Peak to find Cangsong, he saw Cangsong standing with his hands behind his hands under an ancient pine tree, wearing a blue Taoist robe that blended with the surrounding scenery, as if he was about to float away like this, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous , The steps under his feet are also quite heavy.

At that time, Cangsong’s eyes were full of phantasms. The happiest and saddest things in his life were all with one person, Senior Brother Wan...

He suddenly heard footsteps behind him, so he turned around and saw that it was Daoxuan, his eyes darkened, with hidden hatred and a bit of disdain emerging,

Cang Song didn't speak or salute, but just looked at him indifferently.

Seeing this, Daoxuan's eyes were sad and helpless, but more indulgent and doting, he smiled slightly and said: "Junior Brother Cangsong, I came today to give this to you." Daoxuan said , and handed the dragon-slaying sword that had been hidden behind his back to Cangsong.

With a bang in Cangsong's ears, looking at the Dragon Slaying Sword in front of him, he tremblingly stretched out his hands to hold it in his arms, his knees softened, and he fell to his knees, his tears burst like a bank, he wanted to hiss and cry bitterly, In the end, it was just muffled tears.

Daoxuan looked at Cangsong's appearance, stretched out his right hand, wanted to hug him to comfort him, but he hesitated, and finally withdrew his hand, he sighed and said: "Junior Cangsong, I know you hate me, but I There is no other way, the death of Junior Brother Wan has become a fact, but you will definitely be the head of this Longshou Peak in the future, I do not beg you not to hate me, but I hope you can put the overall situation first, if Junior Brother Wan is still alive , You must think so, think about it yourself, I'm leaving."

Daoxuan who was going away didn't see it, Cangsong has raised his head at this moment, his eyes are blood red, full of sarcasm and hatred, but there is no more tear, he snorted coldly, sneered in his heart, the overall situation is the most important, Daoxuan you still It's really shameless and sanctimonious... He gently stroked the dragon-slaying sword in his arms, senior brother Wan, as a person, if you are here, you must hope that I will put the overall situation first. In the past, I listened to you in everything, but this time... One time, and the only time I can't listen to you, no matter what price I pay in the future, I will kill those hypocrites to avenge you...

The night was dark, and when Wan Lai was silent, there was a man standing with his hands behind his back in front of the pavilion, looking up at the cold moon. He was still wearing a blue Taoist robe, but it had already become the first costume, and he was sharp-edged, cold and arrogant. There was also an air of prestige without anger on Wei Wei's face.

The night wind blows gently, the shadows of the trees sway, and between the fluttering of the Taoist robe and the silence, time seems to stand still.

However, who can keep time, in a trance, after all, three years have passed.

Cang Song turned around and looked at the three words "One Sword Pavilion" on the plaque on the pavilion, his eyes showed sadness, but more of it was the determination and firmness of vowing revenge. In the past three years, he has been able to control Daoxuan very well. Concealing his own hatred, only showing respect, docility and alienation, doing his best to do things in Qingyun Sect well, Daoxuan must also think that he has figured it out and put the overall situation first, but only he knows in his heart, that hatred Meaning has never diminished.

Cang Song looked at the sky, and suddenly turned around, his body was already covered by black clothes, the black shadow flashed for a moment, and it turned into a stream of light towards Heyang City not far below Qingyun Mountain.