reluctantly

Xiao Yuan's reason for agreeing to Hu Mingzhi is very simple, the only reason - to forge a sword.

Since he forged swords and became a swordsmith, he never cared about others.

His wife is the daughter of his master, and he is the most proud disciple of the master. As a matter of course, he inherited the position of the master, and at the same time must marry the daughter of the master.

At that time, he still thought that his master was the most powerful swordsmith in the world, and maybe the items in his collection would make him go one step further and reach that ideal state.

But his master finally told him that the highest state of a swordsmith was achieved by himself and his brain. There are no words to describe how it was. I don't know how it was successful, and naturally I can't tell future generations.

He knelt heavily on the ground, the floor made of bluestone was icy cold, and so was his heart.

Why?And the people around him are delighted that he has inherited the former's clothes, including his wife and children.

"Husband, your child is born, don't you want to come and see?"

He silently discarded the half-forged sword.

"Husband, it's Chinese New Year, come out and see how beautiful this world is."

He silently extinguished the stove.

"Father! Look! My first sword!"

He silently threw away the sharp sword and turned around.

He said, "Wan'er, you know, the sky is beautiful, and so is freedom."

After that sentence, he left this family alone, threw away all his fame, threw away the first half of his life, took a piece of clothing and some silver, and walked into that strange world.

This walk is a lifetime, and there is no turning back.

He had a wife, so he also knew about the house, and the same applies to men.

Perhaps, this experience is still applicable to the way of forging swords.

"Xiao Yuan, you often look at this sword, Zhao Zhuo, this sword you fought for me."

"Yes, you called it the Heartless Sword—what a pity, I clearly intended to drive you away, but you said so. I didn't expect it, but one thing turned our positions upside down."

Without mercy, his eyes looked straight into people's hearts - Hu Mingzhi's heart.

As if mixed with crackling and burning flames, he never stops moving forward on the road for that ideal, and he can't even pull him down with a single step.

Neither his wife nor his son could trap this man, but at least they made him understand something.

Those flesh-colored lips were stained with incomprehensible desire, they opened and closed.

The swordsmith who didn't think about making swords was thinking about how to continue the conversation between them, how?

"It's strange. If I dragged you to bed at that time and let you see this sharp weapon, you would still be entangled? Hu Mingzhi, Hu Mingzhi, I was too kind to you—"

The young knight in front of him took off his clothes, and the sun shone on his fair skin, shining brightly, as beautiful as flowers blooming in spring.

Same build, he didn't think he'd think much about it, but something still strayed from his development.

It stands up.

Xiao Yuan watched silently, his willpower forced him to stay where he was, while Hu Mingzhi knelt between his legs.

He raised his head, and the breeze blew his cascading long hair, and a few strands of hair blew onto his exposed arms, as if warmth was transmitted from the slender hair to his body.

"kindness?"

His hand, which has practiced martial arts all the year round, was covered with calluses, and the hand felt just right. He stroked Xiao Yuan's face, and seemed to grab the beard badly, and pulled it.

He smiled, the smile of a child who is rewarded with a gift of satisfaction.

On the empty body, there is pure ambition.

Xiao Yuan had to admit that this was out of his mind—maybe he was the one who should be in charge of the overall situation, not this young knight.But this thing happened clearly in front of his eyes, and what started to get uncontrollable was a shallow kiss that he fell on his palm.

"Hu has never known that people like Xiao Yuan were kind."

"You are right, Xiao has never been kind to others."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yuan grabbed his hand, grabbed his hair, then grabbed his lips, and invaded fiercely.

This was an extremely deep kiss, and the mellow internal force made them unscrupulously test on the edge of suffocation, pulling each other madly into the darkness where the abyss could not be seen.

In the end, Hu Mingzhi surrendered, leaning on the old man's shoulder, he didn't care what kind of sweet voice he made-he didn't care a long time ago.

In a daze, he was lured into that fairyland step by step, looking at the swordsmith in front of him who was also sweating and working hard, looking at the rough and wild body, indulged himself indulging in the reality of this moment.

"Hu, really~ really, um, I don't know, I don't know..."

He seemed to want to say something to Xiao Yuan, but in the end he only showed a characteristic smile.

Xiao Yuan's incomprehensible smile just fell into the boundless daylight and shattered into little ashes.

"I really didn't expect that Master Xiao is so humane?"

Xiaoer Tianqing crouched in the corner, gossiping with Dabai.

Dabai just shook his head meaningfully.

He continued to sigh with emotion: "Without those shiny swords... Strange, strange, why do I think this guest's sword is gone?"

"What kind of person is the shopkeeper, brother Tianqing, don't you remember?"

Dabai casually reminded the silly little girl, and looked at the only guest in the inn with his eyes, sitting at the same table, eating.

One is smiling, one is silent, one is gorgeously dressed, and the other is as simple as a beggar.

So strange, so well-matched!

Hu Mingzhi laughed out loud, his bright moon-like eyes asked Xiao Yuan with some regret.

"The days are not long."

what day?Maybe it's because Xiao Yuan's money is about to run out and the matter is still not over, maybe it's because the tacit relationship between them is about to end.

Xiao Yuan is about to start casting a new sword.

"Really? Is Hu Xiashi not confident in himself? What if I forge a sword for you?"

A chopstick, the chopstick stuck in front of Xiao Yuan is his answer.

In fact, Hu Mingzhi did not have any precious swords on him. He had already lost his first sword, and he did not look for the only sword after that.

"My thoughts on the Peerless Sword are just like yours on me. It's exactly the same, and the difference is thousands of miles away."

Perhaps so, Xiao Yuan raised his eyes lightly, and stared at him for a while, as if he really cared about this person, and seemed to understand what he was talking about.

He said: "Then I must cast one for you."

As casual and ruthless as what he wanted to eat today, he started to forge that sword.

The strange thing is that what Hu Mingzhi said has nothing to do with this. He said: "Are you full? My stomach is still hungry."

At that time, he touched his lips, which were as red as the last sunset before dusk, reflecting the residual lotus.

And summer has just begun.

Xiao Yuan also remembered how gorgeous it was, even more breathtaking than the mole on the corner of the most beautiful oiran's eye.

Blooming at the last moment, without a sound.

That night was not Xiao Yuan's last night in Hu Mingzhi's house, but the last night of being gentle.

The spring is not over yet, but outside the window, it seems that someone's ten miles of red makeup is passing by, the sound of gongs and drums resounds in the sky, and the red is continuous.

Hu Mingzhi, who was lying on the bed, listened softly.

"Xiao Yuan, Mr. Hu really didn't expect that I would become..."

"It is impossible for us to get married in our lifetime, Hu Mingzhi...I only have one wife."

He kissed on the white, the bright red cherry, feeling the slight tremor.

Then, he saw the teardrops on that face, which melted in the incomparable night and the sound of drums and gongs of the beautiful send-off team.

Like the flame in the stove, it is generally hot.

"Xiao Yuan! You heartless man!"

His wife once approached him, but he refused.

"Please, come back! Come back!"

With his back to the door, he touched the sword he had forged, obsessively scanning the lines on it inch by inch.

A swordsmith is only for forging swords, not for mortal feelings.

At this time, Hu Mingzhi withdrew his eyes from looking out the window, no longer lonely or sad, he seemed to want to laugh.

And he put his arms around his shoulders.

He seemed to be sighing, and murmured to Xiao Yuan: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, let's do it again."

"..."

He painted the skin under his palm, so warm, so pale, and continued.

In the dimness, it seemed that someone read a sentence to him softly.

What did you read?

The wedding procession outside the window, the sound of gongs and drums is loud enough to drown out all the whispers.

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