[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

For several days in a row, Jiang Wuque's illness was like spinning, so I had to take care of him in my clothes.

The hall master practiced behind closed doors, and did not let the puppet master continue to perform spells.

However, I only found out after a few days that the reason why the Palace Master neglected Jiang Wuque these days was because he had obtained something from Jiang Wuque that he had always wanted--Mingyu Gongxin Dharma.

Because he was in a hurry to practice, he didn't have the energy to manage Jiang Wuque.

As for Jiang Wuque's illness, there was nothing he could do about it. He could no longer be stimulated. I didn't really understand this until later.

Jeju's puppetry has shown initial results, and Jiang Wuque commits a big taboo. Even though Yihua Palace no longer exists in the world, he has kept the secret of Yihuajieyu for so many years, but he was eventually betrayed by himself to Qiuhuangdian.

It was difficult for him to bear it, so he always talked in his sleep, saying that death would not be a pity.

Subconsciously, he always wants to die. I guess that even Mr. Wuque's independent look just comes from his disgust for his own life. He should have been looking forward to it in every opportunity from earlier. , have to wish to die.

It's just that he has responsibilities, burdens, kindness, and encumbrances. There are a lot of things hanging behind him, allowing him to live a good life.

I only hope that I can also be the pendant behind him.

Because of his death, I shall not live.

But I still want to live.

Cai always takes care of him with all his heart, but sometimes he gets too close to him, and he can't just treat him as an irrelevant stranger.

"Hero Jiang," I woke him up, "it's time to drink medicine."

He didn't open his eyes for a long time, and I waited patiently.

"Do you know," he said suddenly, "I dreamed of Yihua Palace..."

I took the medicine and didn't know how to respond.

"The palace is always like that...the scenery is beautiful...but people have to obey the rules and live cautiously..."

"Hero Jiang," I called him, "get up and take your medicine first."

So he put down the medicine bowl and helped him sit up. He coughed twice, and when he recovered, he stretched out his hand and pushed away the spoon I gave him.

"Hero Jiang...?"

He slowly raised his eyes and said in a low voice, "I don't want to hurt you, but I really want to know what he looks like."

"Him?" I thought for a while, then realized, "You mean Xie Xinghen?"

Nodding his head, Jiang Wuque's expression seemed to be in a daze, "I should have no secrets, and one day you will know that I have a son named Jiang Yun, who lives in the Emperor Qiu's Palace."

These, I really already know, and almost [-]% sure, the young master is Jiang Yun, Xie Xinghen is Jiang Wuque's son, the method of the palace master is to recreate a period of Hua Wuque's history and raise a big enemy Son, let them hurt their loved ones.

This trick is not very clever to imitate, but it is very vicious. For the people in it, for Jiang Wuque, it has probably achieved the effect that life is worse than death.

I sighed and put the medicine bowl down again.

Jiang Wuque kept looking at me, his eyes were always a little swaying, but he also had three-point expectations.

"He's about this tall," I gestured with my hand, "very thin, but also very strong, with... delicate features, bright eyes, straight nose, thin lips, very cute."

"cute……"

Jiang Wuque closed his eyes, probably imagining the lovely Xie Xinghen I was talking about.

"His swordsmanship is extremely high, his personality is very strong, he can endure hardships, and he can endure. Although he is not very talkative, he has a good heart."

Jiang Wuque opened his eyes, which were suddenly filled with darkness.

If I were him, I would also think that it would be a great joke for God to create another Hua Wuque with good martial arts and intelligence.

And Jiang Wuque looked at me again, still unsatisfied. "Is there anything else?" he asked, "What does he usually do, what does he like, what does he like to eat, what kind of people do he hang out with?"

I shook my head, "I don't know about this."

"It's okay..." He showed some disappointment and nodded, "That's enough..."

"Hero Jiang."

"..."

"Hero Jiang, how can I be sure that he is Jiang Yun?"

……

The next day, in the back mountain bamboo forest, early in the morning.

Xie Xinghen was practicing swordsmanship, I sat down on a smooth stone and saw that his swordsmanship seemed to be improving again.

But after all, I don't know much about martial arts, so I can only watch the excitement.

He retracted his sword, stopped, and walked towards me.

He walked up to me, his face was ruddy, and he looked like his blood was flowing freely after exercise.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, how is your foot injury?" I smiled and asked him.

"It has been restored." Still reticent, his eyes met mine for a moment, and then turned away.

"Then can I have a look?" Pointing to his feet, she stood up in front of him.

So the height gap reminds me he's just a kid.

This time he didn't refuse, he simply took off his shoes and socks in front of me, removed layers of packages, and exposed the wounds that had begun to scab.

He was sitting on the boulder, and I knelt down at his feet, took out Jinchuang medicine and just changed it for him, "Don't be too eager for success," I said to him when I applied the medicine, "If you are too demanding, often It’s going to backfire.”

He didn't make a sound, and didn't refute my preaching, but he didn't necessarily listen to it.

After bandaging the wound, I stood up, thought for a while and asked, "What do you usually do? Is there anything you like in particular, what do you like to eat, and what kind of people do you spend time with?"

After a series of questions, Jie Xinghen looked suspicious and looked at me with a bad expression.

"Don't get me wrong," I pleaded, "I just want to know what other people here are doing - besides guarding a door, guarding a person, guarding countless robbed gold and silver money, what else is there here?" easy things to do?"

"You don't like it here?" He asked simply and directly with a few words.

"What about you?" I took the opportunity to ask back, "Do you like it here?"

He didn't think about this question for a long time, and only said: "I have lived here since I was a child."

"That doesn't mean you have to like it."

He raised his childish face to look at me, "Since you don't like it," he changed the subject, "why do you still stay here?"

I could only smile wryly, "People always have something they have to do, they have no choice, and there is no reason to talk about it, the only difference is that it depends on whether you admit your fate, if you admit it, that's it - if you don't admit it, Even more twists and turns, the result will still be like this.”

He didn't understand, "What's the difference?"

"Of course it's different."

"What's the difference?"

"Heart."

Xie Xinghen finally showed a helpless expression, as if he was listening to a joke.

"Then let me tell you one more thing."

"what?"

I sat next to him, thought for a while, and said, "When I was unhappy before, I always tried to vent it in different ways, but today I found a better way..."

The conversation stopped in the middle, and I waited for him to ask questions.

Sure enough, he asked, "What's better?"

Looking down at his hand, I replied, "The sword in your hand."

"sword?"

"When the body moves, the brain will naturally move slower, so when you dance the sword, you can naturally put your worries, resentments, doubts... all into your hands, with the sword in your hand, and then swing it out forcefully , until your mind goes blank—then you can forget everything, no wonder you like practicing swords so much."

He was startled, and immediately answered: "Nonsense."

"Not ridiculous." I retorted.

His expression became ugly, he got up, and without saying a word, he walked down the mountain road alone.

I looked at his thin and small figure, as if I was witnessing the growth of another Jiang Wuque, and suddenly couldn't bear it.

……

Gradually, over time, I became the intermediary between Jiang and his son.

Jiang Wuque's spirit deteriorated day by day, and sometimes he would have nightmares, but when he was awake, he would always ask me about solving Xinghen.Xie Xinghen had a teardrop-shaped birthmark on his ankle. I had carefully verified that he was indeed Jiang Yun when I gave him medicine that day.

After that day, I became able to speak a few words with him.

I always appeared in the bamboo forest where he practiced sword in the early morning. He didn't show too much disgust, so I always went, sometimes I brought him some snacks I made by myself, sometimes I gave him some soup to drink, He always took various opportunities to teach him medical skills, fearing that he would get hurt again.

Xie Xinghen was not very willing to accept my kindness at first, but gradually got used to it and accepted it with equanimity.

Jiang Wuque listened to me retell the words between Xie Xinghen and Xie Xinghen every day, and asked him if he had grown taller or lost weight again. He had to ask repeated questions several times before he could feel at ease. Close your eyes and go to sleep.

I watched Jiang Wuque fall asleep, knowing that he would suddenly wake up from his dream soon.

As soon as it gets dark, he is no longer the Jiang Wuque who is always patient and indifferent to everything. Perhaps it is the puppetry that elicits the most secret memory in his heart. He will scream, be violent, and hoarsely make a small prison room upside down. ——"Yaoyue!" he shouted, "Why didn't you kill me? Why did you do this to me?!"

I sat in a corner of the cell and didn't try to pull him or persuade him. He needed to vent after he had endured for too long. He lay in front of a small bucket of water that I had brought from someone. There was a glimmer of light, and he looked at the surface of the water. Then he calmed down and sat peacefully until dawn.

"Why..." I walked to his side, and I heard him muttering softly, "Why is this... Tie Xinlan... You lied to me... You said you would be together forever... Why did you lie to me..."

I left in a hurry, suffocated by the small cell.

I thought that the Palace Master would not show up, that no one would use puppet techniques on him, that he would gradually get better, and it was inevitable that he would get better a little bit, but he didn't. Jiang Wuque went from bad to worse unexpectedly.

After all, did he really want to give up?

Or am I wrong, I shouldn't have told him about Jie Xinghen's existence?

But I don't understand that the Ming Yu Gong formulas that he leaked when he lost his mind have all passed away and are irreparable. It's not his fault, but he can't let go of such a deep sense of guilt.

One day, I couldn't help asking: "I tell Xie Xing that he is your son, okay?"

He froze, looked up at me, and didn't respond for a while.

Jiang Wuque's jaw was extremely thin, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at him.

"No," he said suddenly, "don't tell him!"

"why?"

"..."

"Don't you like to watch him recognize a thief as his father? You are his father, but he has been imprisoned in this cell for seven years by the person he regards as his adoptive father. You can't live or die—are you willing? Are you really Don't want him to know the truth?"

Jiang Wuque was silent, lowered his head in silence, and spread his hands on both sides of his body, "So what if you recognize the thief as your father?" After a long time, he asked weakly, "At least there is a father..."

"But the Palace Master doesn't regard him as a son, but as a dog!"

Jiang Wuque trembled violently, but did not raise his head, "...with me, you will be worse than a dog..."

"Hero Jiang... If you don't tell him now, one day he will know the truth and regret it for the rest of his life."

like you!

He curled up, raised his hands, and buried his head.

I sighed, I have persuaded everything that should be persuaded, and I have done everything that can be done. I think I have no way to ask what will happen to Jiang Wuque and his son. I can only pray that he will become a puppet before he dies, so maybe I can still live Walk out of Emperor Qiu's Palace.

I really want to leave here, I really don't want to go into this cell again.

But here I am, I haven't even been in the vestibule, and I know I can't get out.

……

After a month and a half, the palace master's Mingyu Gong had just begun to achieve a small success, and he frequently appeared in the prison cell again.

I was transferred as usual, and it was my turn to enter the cell to treat Jiang Wuque after the palace master's whim of abuse.

Jiang Wuque began to become dying again, unable to open his eyes, and unable to speak to me.

But even if he doesn't ask me, I will take the initiative to tell him some things to relieve Xinghen, I think he still cares.

But he has become indifferent, he no longer pays attention to the things in my mouth, when I talk to him, I can see from the look in his eyes that he doesn't care anymore.

In this way, he will soon not care about everything.At that time, he would not care who Jiang Wuque was.

In this way, I watched a person slowly disappear in front of my eyes.

Suddenly one day, I also had a guilty conscience and said to him, "I'll get you out."

He looked at me expressionlessly and looked away.

I pulled him up and pulled him up from the ground, "I'm serious, I will definitely rescue you!"

Jiang Wuque was very light, a tall man, but as light as a piece of paper, he pushed me away and fell to the ground, spitting out the blood he coughed up in his mouth.

Seeing him like this, I also felt that my sudden whim was ridiculous.

But if not, he risks disappearing.

I knelt beside him, groping for his hand to find his pulse, obviously he has not been abolished in martial arts, but why are his hands and feet weak and unable to use half of his strength?

Is it...?

"Hero Jiang..." I put his hands on my shoulders, and then hugged him and dragged him back to the corner of the cell.

Put him down, "If you still want to leave here, I hope you will listen to me."

But he didn't hear it, he leaned against the wall and kept his eyes half down.

I really wanted to take him out, but the price was—turning around, I unconsciously smiled wryly.