Yanshi ancient sword

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"Senior, who are you?"

The bright moon was crescent, and the young Le Wuyi pinched a small bamboo dragonfly with his white fingers, compared it with the tall and burly Yanjia man beside him, and looked at the old man beside him with shame.

"Who is it?"

he asked softly.

"Who am I?" There was a smile and confusion on the old face. The old man approached him, as if he was very close, and his tall body seemed to be close to him, but also seemed to be far away, wandering forever in the far side .

Rubbing Yanjiaren's hard torso with thin fingers, the old man whispered: "I don't know, who I am... I was seriously injured and I forgot many things."

Le Wuyi looked at him calmly.

"I have forgotten the past, or I can say that I have no past... I just remember that I am a Yanshi and I am going to meet someone." The old man's answer was equally calm, but there seemed to be Chen's heart hidden in his calm tone. Yu's pain.

Le Wuyi frowned slightly, and continued to ask: "Who is the person the senior is looking for?"

"I forgot too." The old man said lightly.

"Have you forgotten?" Le Wuyi's water-like eyes were filled with disappointment, and seemed to be filled with some kind of unspeakable relief. He just looked at the old man in front of him deeply. "So, I forgot."

The old man looked directly at Le Wuyi, who couldn't hide his disappointment, and continued: "Over the years, I have traveled to many places, through ice fields, through jungles, through deserts, across the Datiaozhi Sea to Daqin... Wandering around, I met many people and learned many things, but I still couldn't find that person. I forgot myself and him.

Now that I am old and can no longer walk, I have returned to Chang'an, but this city of Chang'an also has no memory of me.So many years have passed, I think I have missed it long ago, but I feel faintly in my heart that he is still waiting for me, and I will find him one day.Maybe, I've already found it... What about you, Le Wuyi, why do you stay here? "

"Stay here." Le Wuyi frowned, scratching his hair with some annoyance, "Meow meow, this is my home." When he said that, his amber eyes became more and more cloudy, "I Father, mother, sister, and many others, but they all disappeared suddenly, so we can only wait for them to come back at home."

"Why don't you go look for them?" the old man asked softly.

"I can't leave here." Le Wuyi smiled wryly, and as he spoke, he looked around the empty Duke's Mansion with some gloom, and said, "My dear, since a long time ago, there have always been demons in this place." I can't let them go. I think, when I get rid of all the demons here, they will come back."

The night wind blows, and the flowers sway in the bright moonlight like water, with white petals falling leisurely, depicting the brows of a young man who seems confused, shy, and sharp, and blooms tenderly.

The old man stared at Le Wuyi for a long time, and his eyes gradually became misty. Finally, he couldn't help but whispered: "Apart from your family, do you have anyone else to worry about and wait for?"|

"No more." Le Wuyi shook his head decisively.

silence.After a long time, the old man suddenly said: "Le Wuyi, do you really want to become Yanshi?"

"En!" Le Wuyi showed his face and nodded heavily.

It has been his long-standing wish to become a Great Yanshi, to help others with Yanshu, so that everyone can live a safe and happy life, although he may never be able to leave here.

"Everyone is safe and happy, and this is Yanshi's wish..." The old man smiled slightly and nodded his head.

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Later, Le Wuyi followed the wandering old man to learn his miraculous Yanshu skills. Under the teaching of the old man, Le Wuyi finally became a Yanshi.

In the spring of the following year, the old man died of illness. He never told his story, nor did he leave his name.Le Wuyi followed the old man's instructions and sprinkled his ashes into the moat of Chang'an.

The willows are green and the willows are green, Le Wuyi stands alone by the river, the flowing water is gone, and the sound and dust are gone.

I still remember seeing it for the first time, just now that the spring breeze is young, the flowers in Chang'an bloom every year as before, the fragrance has not diminished, and the romance is no longer known.

Shaking his head, he turned and walked away.

Behind him, a small bamboo dragonfly spun and gradually flew up, flew up, flew over Chang'an, flew to the distance, and flew to the vastness of the world, high mountains and long rivers.

2015. 4, 12

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