Linque

Chu Heng woke up again from the startled dream.

The short candle that was about to burn out on the copper branch stand at the foot of the wall was flickering in the dark night, flickering with the last faint light.The Wangshu Palace always seems to be so quiet and gloomy, the moonlight is as cold as water, covering the floor with silver frost over the window lattice.

Chu Heng raised his head and stared at the pale moon in the sky for a while, then stood up and pushed open the window, the night wind from the mountains was blowing in his face, and his body and mind were completely chilled.

So I can't sleep anymore.

It's sixteen again, and the moon is full outside the window.

The moonlight was clear and bright, and Chu Heng lowered his eyes to look at his palms soaked in the clear light.These hands, with slender fingers and strong knuckles, are naturally suitable for holding swords, and they were indeed used to holding swords before.

The silver stream of light between Chu Heng's eyebrows flashed by, and the majestic true energy at the fingertips was like substance, condensing into a virtual sword of air, as if a ray of toad light poured down from mid-air, caught by him at the fingertips, in the dark sky and night, Draw a sharp arc.

But only for a moment, an untimely mountain wind passed through the hall, and the light of the toad quietly scattered in the cool wind, as if it had never existed.

Wangshu Hall was completely silent again.

Chu Heng sometimes wonders when these hands, which are naturally suitable for swords, really hold his own sword.

Four years ago, Lishan broke the sea and the sky, and Mingji came forward.At that time, he thought that daring to walk the world with a sword in hand, breaking all laws with one sword, was not some arrogant words to him.The immortal Nine Turns Sword Formation and the boundless sword intent of the rainbow piercing through the sky are the best proofs.

but.

but.

When people are young and frivolous, they will never know that good things in this world take a long time, how many unavoidable things are in the world of mortals, and how many things are difficult to calm down.People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. It is the normal state of the world that it is rare to be perfect.

A year ago, also in the broken sea, Ming Ji was thrown into the water by his own hands.At that time, his master, Ye Jianwei, the leader of the Eastern Capital, was standing on the side. Seeing him abandoning his sword, he shook his head and asked him with a sigh: "Have you made up your mind?"

He knelt and sat on the rocky bank, the cool wind invaded his clothes, and the dripping water and waves wet his clothes corners.He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to find his voice. He didn't know whether it was tears or the mist in the mountains. His eyes were always blurred. As soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was full of bitter taste.

Chu Heng never knew that speaking could be so difficult. His voice squeezed out of his chest, lingered and choked in his throat, and when he finally said it, every word was mixed with sweet blood: "The sword cannot be controlled, and it is ominous to draw it out of the sheath. ...I don't want it anymore."

When the long sword fell into the water, there was no time to set off the slightest splash, and it was immediately sucked into the rushing torrent by the waves, and there was no trace of it.

Chu Heng knew that besides Ming Ji, what he threw into the soup and dripping water at that time was also the frivolous and fearless sword heart of the past.

The night dew wets the clothes, and the sleeves are cold.On the last night after leaving Yiye Gucheng, Chu Heng stood in front of the side window of Wangshu Hall on Lishan Mountain all night.

Until the moon is setting and the stars are sinking, and the sky is about to break, it is time for him to set off.

In the twilight of the morning, Ye Jianwei, the lord of the Eastern Capital, stood with his hands behind his back on the line of the broken sea in Lishan Mountain, and the thick Lishui flowed continuously from his feet, rolling away.

Ye Jianwei lowered his head and looked at the corner of his clothes that was wet by the dripping water, and remained silent for a long time.

Mu Xiyun, the master of the astrology pavilion, came behind himself, put a robe on her husband, and said softly, "Aren't you going to see Ayue off? Or is it raised by an apprentice, and he is afraid that he will be reluctant to let him go when he sees him off?"

"Of course I can't bear it." Ye Jianwei raised his head to look at the whiteness of the eastern sky, frowned and said, "The Zhongpinghou Mansion is not a good place to go."

Mu Xiyun smiled slightly: "After all, his surname is Chu, and he should go back and take a look when he grows up."

Ye Jianwei snorted coldly, "But he has been in Yiye Gucheng for 16 years, and I have never seen Zhongli Chu ask him a word. How many people in Zhongpinghou's mansion still remember his surname Chu?"

Mu Xiyun just smiled: "What's the matter with Zhong Pinghou's mansion? Isn't there you and me behind him, and there is a lonely city, and Lishan is his home. I don't think this trip to the imperial capital is a bad thing. You are still young, so you always have to go out and have a look, just as a way to relax."

The running water hits the rocks, splashing with flying beads and rolling jade, where the Lishan Mountain cuts off the sea, and every time the water waves hit the rocks, the boundless sword intent will echo between the mountains and the sea.

Ye Jianwei looked at Jian Yi Entering the Nine Heavens, and sighed: "I also know that I should let him go out to see the world. If he walks a lot, he will understand that there are not so many right and wrong in this world, and there is no black and white. That is to say, the sage said, if there is a gain, there will be a loss, and if there is a loss, there will be a gain, and there are many things, but there is no gain at the same time. When there is a last resort in life, there will also be a place of great perfection."

Mu Xiyun smiled and said, "Since that's the case, why worry about it?"

Ye Jianwei stared at the rainbow-like sword intent, and said worriedly: "Back then when Mingji was here to shock Kyushu, I still remember that when I was by his side, he turned around and called Master, his eyes were full of young men In the end, it was still here. I watched Ming Ji being thrown into the water by his own hands. He turned around and called out to Master, and the light in his eyes disappeared. It has been so long, even though his face gradually has Xiaoying, like a relieved person, but in fact, he has never been able to cross that threshold in his heart."

Ye Jianwei said about this, and sighed again: "I don't know who he has followed. He has been like this since he was a child. He is a bit squeamish on weekdays, and he will feel wronged for a long time if he touches it. But if there is really something, Instead, I endured it myself and wouldn’t say anything.”

Mu Xiyun stroked her husband's back lightly, and said softly: "I'm here, and my heart is hard to solve. Go out and see the world of Kyushu, see the great rivers and mountains, and meet many people and things, maybe you can understand. gone."

Ye Jianwei's worry remained undiminished: "I hope so... But, misfortune depends on fortune, and fortune rests on misfortune. I always feel that when Ah Yue goes to the imperial capital this time, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable."

"It's a calamity and a fate." Mu Xiyun didn't see much gloomy expression on her face, she smiled and said suddenly: "Before Ah Yue left, I made a divination for him."

"How?" Ye Jian turned his head slightly and asked.

"No fault."

The autumn of the eighth year of Xuanxi came earlier than before, and it was also colder than this season in the past. Chu Heng returned to the Zhongpinghou Mansion after an absence of more than sixteen years in the cool weather and autumn.

At the same time, a sudden assassination in the imperial mausoleum in the southern suburbs of the imperial capital, Dichun Terrace, made the dynasty, which had not been peaceful for a long time, ready to storm.

The Tianzi Jinwei Camp in Wuyingdian once again recruited people from Kyushu aristocratic families.