reluctantly

"My sword is ready."

"is it?"

Jiang Buhuo fiddled with the abacus and asked without raising his head.

The person in front of him was not angry, which was very strange, after all, this was Xiao Yuan, a man with a strange temper.

"Leave this sword with you."

"That's really nice—why?"

Jiang Buhuo looked up suspiciously, the man in front of him still had the same messy hair, messy clothes, and messy beard, exactly the same as when he entered this inn.

But it is completely different.

Jiang Buhuo knew why, because the sword in his hand was no longer an ordinary sword.

This is a - unparalleled sword.

Xiao Yuan didn't answer this question, but just told him another thing: "This sword is called Ming Yuan."

"Oh? A good name, well deserved, but you've already been paid for it."

Although Jiang Buhuo is called a profiteer, he still values ​​credibility.

And Xiao Yuan turned around indifferently, leaving only one sentence, very simple words.

"This sword is not suitable for me, you can handle it as you like."

why?Jiang Buhuo really didn't know what to ask first—a swordsmith who was obsessed with making swords didn't care so much about the sword he forged, and it might be the only such sword in his life.

This is a sword enough to set off a storm in the world, but not now.

Perhaps, even Xiao Yuan himself didn't know that when he forged this sword, he let the sword have a master.

However, when this sword was cast, its master had already passed away.

Yes, Ho Ming Chi is dead.

Death is a very common thing. Some people can choke on drinking water, and some people can be hit by flowerpots when they walk. Therefore, they fell into the boundless flames in front of him without a sound. is also so common.

And Xiao Yuan didn't have time to bring out anything.

The wind blew away his beard, the fire illuminated his eyes, and the night chilled his hands.

After all, he finished this precious sword without tears or emotion, but the moment he took it out, he knew that it was completely different from his previous ones.

He succeeded.

In this one unknown night, he succeeded.

But forever discarded the only remaining heart.

Xiao Yuan left.

Summer has just ended, and the lotus has not withered yet.

Then one day, one day in the winter of this year, Xiao Er suddenly ran up to Jiang Buhuo in a panic, and shouted loudly: "The shopkeeper! The shopkeeper! I heard a story."

"quiet!"

Jiang Buhuo beat Xiao Er's head mercilessly.

He smiled like a fox: "You don't mean to say, the dead swordsmith, do you?"

"Yes, yes! Seeing a person like Master Xiao, why did he die?"

Jiang Buhuo snorted complacently as he looked at Xiao Er who was full of doubts.

"...You want to say that the scourge will last for thousands of years! He is dead, of course, he is not some invincible myth, but a swordsmith..."

"When his goal was accomplished, there was no more."

"After the mission of being a swordsmith is completed, nothing else, nothing else, walking on the street silently, looking at the white snow, looking at the white sky, wanting to sleep forever - this is happiness of."

It was as if Jiang Buhuo had seen everything.

He just knows about it.

Later, many people came to Jiang Buhuo's inn, and many knights came to try to become the master of Xiao Yuan's sword, but they all failed.

Once, Xiao Er also tried it, and he said, why is this sword similar to ordinary swords?

Later, maybe more than 20 years, more than 30 years, a white-clothed knight passed by the door of the inn, he walked in, and took the sword away.

It was also a winter.

But it didn't snow.

end

The author has something to say:

Well, I suddenly wanted to finish writing this story, so I finished it.

For some reason, I feel very warm.

Xiao Yuan fulfilled his lifelong pursuit, and Hu Mingzhi also chased after Uncle Xiao, even if it was only for a moment, it was worth those years.

Perhaps, you will ask Xiao Yuan if he has loved Hu Mingzhi—has loved him, otherwise, how could he have agreed?

Although, when I first came up with the beginning of this story, I read that book, but the rest has nothing to do with it. After all, Xiao Yuan is still alone, even though he wrapped his heart tightly, it was finally opened.

Unfortunately, they have no future.

Just like that period of time, if you continue, you can only fall into the abyss.

Mingyuan: Take the protagonist and two characters each, and its meaning means——the abyss full of light.