Mu Hanzhong

Nan Xiaohuan once thought that a kiss was just a touch of lips.

I still remember that when I was young, my mother had a maid who served her closely.Not very pretty, but there are two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiles.A pair of big eyes, always filled with undisguised kindness and enthusiasm.

Every day he went to pay his respects to his mother, and his mother's words usually did not exceed two sentences, but the maid would always sneak out after helping his mother back to the bedroom, telling him what topics his wife talked about today and what orders he gave. what side dishes...

It's ridiculous to say that he can only know these things that ordinary children can know through a close servant girl.

The maid was two years older than him, and her name was Qingyun. She was favored by one of his cousins ​​that year, so she asked her mother for it, saying that she wanted to be a concubine.She didn't want to, but she couldn't disobey her mother's orders.So when he saw her, the girl who always had a smile on her face was crying while hiding in the grove.

In the past, when encountering such a situation, he would just turn around and leave.However, that crying back made him unable to leave for a long time.Even though he knew there was nothing he could do, he emerged from the forest.

Knowing that nothing can be changed, I just... want to stop her from crying so sadly.

He was taciturn and not good at speaking, the result could be imagined, he faltered a few sentences, and then he didn't have anything to say.

The girl smiled through her tears, and kissed him while he was in a daze.

Slightly cool, but has another temperature that does not belong to me.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to ask her why she did that, the girl...had disappeared in the grove.

At that time, he thought it was the kiss in the mouth of the adults.

A month later, the girl got married.With the wedding dress on, cinnabar nodded her lips, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.He stood in the distance, holding the sword in his hand, but an unknown emotion surged in his heart.

Sensing his gaze, the girl turned her head, and in those bright eyes, Nan Xiaohuan saw clear joy and happiness.

For an entire hour, the girls were all chattering, unabashedly displaying their love one by one, making it clear, a little self-deprecating, but not a trace of regret.

One day, Second Young Master, you will meet someone you like.

Qingyun is a daughter, the words of a matchmaker and the orders of her parents are all bound by heavy constraints, and she cannot control herself, let alone listen to her own heart.

I just hope that one day, if the second young master meets that person, he must not let go.

...don't let go?that person?

At that time, he was still an ignorant teenager.I don't know the meaning of it.

It's just that in the years that followed, when I saw the peach tree planted by the girl in the courtyard, I would occasionally think of that cheerful girl with a smile like a flower.

The memory of the girl is the only colorful part of Nan Xiaohuan's monotonous and gloomy memories during the 13 years at home.

At the age of 13, he left home to study art.

Yu Bai, the sword master, once threatened that he would never accept disciples in this life.But after visiting at the invitation of a friend, he happened to meet Nan Xiaohuan who was practicing sword in the backyard alone.After that, he broke his oath with his own hands.

Exquisite bones, a rare martial arts prodigy.

This is Yu Bai's comment on him.

No one had ever praised him so much before.In Yujian Villa, even if he is the only blood of the owner, it can't change the fact that he is ignored by his mother, father...by a bunch of servants.He is like a wandering soul living in the world, who can see all kinds of life in the mortal world, but can never blend in.Except for Qingyun, in the eyes of everyone, he seems to not exist.

So because of that sentence, he followed Yu Bai and left that place forever.

Three years of learning art, which is difficult, is not enough for outsiders.What's more, for him, practicing the sword well and practicing the mental method passed down by his master is the only thing that can get his attention.

This kind of thing to survive, to feel that one is still alive, is... Pleasure and happiness are far higher than the pain and gloom in it.

Yu Bai is a sword idiot, no matter how incredible Nan Xiaohuan's progress is in the eyes of ordinary people, he will never be satisfied.And when he was dissatisfied with his apprentice's progress, he would punch and kick him.

Every time it was a merciless punishment, and as time passed, he gradually got used to it.And every time after being punished, before the injury healed, he would drag his scarred body and use the time of sleep to practice hard.

Floating life is too short, and there are too many things he wants to learn and grasp.

A sword and a sword.

The sound of piercing the air echoed in my ears.

He could easily hear his own heartbeat, one by one, echoing powerfully in the night.

He felt that he had found something that could accompany him throughout his life.

Things are often beyond people's expectations.

When he had gotten used to the new life, got used to the day when it was still dark to get up to practice swords, and didn't go to bed until the night was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, Yu Bai died.

Died during his retreat.When he found him in the secret room, his body was already stiff, and the blood flowing from his wound had also solidified, drying into large patches of blood on the ground.

From the cursive script written in blood on the wall, he knew the murderer.

Killer.

The killer of Juntian Pavilion.

Please ask for a hundred gold, and after the matter is completed, leave it as a certificate.

Half a year of keeping a low profile.

Investigate, collect, analyze, plan, prepare...until implementation.

Use the jade pendant left by his brother before he left home to exchange for enough silver taels, then according to the regulations, write down the name of the target, and pass it to the Juntian Pavilion according to a certain secret method.

On the night of the third day, he met the legendary killer who never missed.

Not an opponent.The difference is too far... Even if there is a plan, there is nothing to do.

Then... only jade and stone will be burnt together.

——Before this, it’s not that I didn’t think about death.

It should be darkness, eternal nothingness, no light, no sound, no form, no consciousness.Nothing, not even the self, exists.Naturally, there will be no confusion, sourness, distress, grief, resentment...

It is a kind of eternal peace.

But when the dagger pierced through his young boy's body, what came to him at that moment was a feeling far different from what he had imagined before.

——I don’t want to die!

——I don’t want to just… fall into that nothingness.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to perform the last sword move, stabbing the masked man standing with his back facing him.

The sword cut through the black clothes, pierced the flesh, and pierced the heart.

The person in sight fell slowly.

He drew his longsword.Then overwhelming nausea surged up his throat, and even the saliva in his mouth seemed to be full of a strong bloody smell.

He knelt down on the other side, throwing up faintly.

As he vomited, bright red blood mixed with gastric juice gushed out.

Outside the cave, there was heavy snow with goose feathers, the north wind was howling, and the chill was blowing towards the face.

He looked back at the corpse, grabbed the waistband of the corpse with his hand, and dragged it out of the cave step by step.

Yu Bai's cemetery was built on a cliff.

Daxue lost his vision, his body was so frozen that he lost all consciousness, and just mechanically repeated the movement of stepping forward step by step.

The mountain road was rugged and snow-covered, and he walked upwards relying on the blurred memory in his unconscious mind.

Unexpectedly, his feet were empty, he lost his center of gravity, and rolled to one side.

The foreground quickly turned upside down, and the tree hit him, awakening some pain in his body, and he didn't know how long it took before he stopped rolling.

However, he no longer had the strength.

Half a year of deliberation and careful planning has paid off after killing his enemy.There is nothing in my heart.Occupying his heart for a long time, the goal that dominates his behavior has been achieved, and there is nothing to hold back, love...

The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and the body doesn't feel cold... A strong sense of drowsiness came over him, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body and mind.

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and the sound of wheels rolling forward continued.

... In the darkness, he seemed to feel his mother gently stroking his cheek.

With a touch of happiness in his heart, he moved his fingers, wanting to hug his mother.However, it seemed as if there were ten thousand heavy mountains pressing on him, making him unable to move, unable to speak...

There is still a feeling... is that not dead?

While indulging in hallucinations, he gently asked himself in his mind.

Countless pasts slipped through my mind, and finally fell on that bright smiling face.

... If you meet someone you like, don't let go.

Can not help but wonder.

--like?What kind of feeling do you like? ……the person I like? ...Is it an existence like a mother?

Can it bring him joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and make him feel that he is still alive?

The wet long eyelashes moved, and the next moment, he was suddenly pulled out of the snow, and a light slap fell on his face.

Hello, hello!still alive?Don't play dumb while you're alive!

After several slaps, he finally opened his eyes completely.

The blurry white shadows at first piled up together, and finally became clear.It was a pink and jade-carved boy, about ten years old, looking at him with impatience and disgust, muttering to himself whether he was a fool or something.

He coughed softly, and warm blood splashed out and landed on the back of the boy's hand.

...It turned out to be a sick ghost.

The boy pouted and dragged him back to the carriage not far away.

This is how he met Mu Hanzhong.

At that time, he didn't know that this person would become his only purpose of living.What's more, I don't know that I will have many entanglements with this person.

Seven years, not a short period of time, he has turned from a teenager to a young man.From the former second young master, the former apprentice of the Juggernaut, to an ordinary secret guard in the Guanri Pavilion of Qianye Palace.

Hiding in the dark and sacrificing his life to protect the lord, from now on, this is the creed he will follow for the rest of his life.

Everything is for the master.

This is the concept that he has been taught continuously for seven years.

He regards it as the goal of living.Perhaps one day, this goal will be like the one of avenging the master. Once achieved, one will feel endless confusion and fear.But at least before that, he can still cling to this creed and give himself the motivation to keep going.

Like a dog, tempted and driven by food.But it is different, he is not for the food that can fill his stomach, but just for a reason to feel that he is still alive and able to keep himself alive.

At the age of 23, the palace lord retired, and the boy who rescued him back to the palace and threw him to Guanri Pavilion took that seat.

He abolished the previous pavilion master, and personally picked him out of hundreds of hidden guards.

——From today, you are the owner of the Guanri Pavilion, with Nan as your surname and Xiaohuan as your name.

——The subordinate obeyed.

The one who was named at the same time was Xi Yilei, the owner of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Xi Yilei was the only person in Qianye Palace who he knew as well as his friends.When they first entered the palace, the two met in the kitchen.

At that time, he was still receiving the most basic training in the pavilion, and the daily food supply often made him wake up in the middle of the night by the sound of his stomach.After a long time, he secretly found out the location and situation of the kitchen.

When no one was around in the middle of the night, he would steal one or two steamed buns to fill his stomach.Go back to bed again.

At that time, Xi Yilei was just a young man who had just entered the Ling Xiao Pavilion, and was almost discovered by the night guards when he stole food for the first time.

He pulled him to the beam, and gave him half of the steamed buns he had brought earlier.

After that, during the rare breaks, he would come from the west to the south to show him all kinds of novel gadgets, show his research findings, and tell the interesting stories and gossips he heard recently.

Dong Qingyan met because of him.

The woman who is said to be Mu Yunxiao's maid cooks good dishes, and often sighs with pity, lamenting that Xi Yilei will always look sallow and thin.Later, from time to time, I would cook and cook for them by myself.Also because of her, the two of them didn't have to sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night just for the cold steamed buns.

Three years passed quickly, just like the 23 years in my previous life.

The owner of the Guanri Pavilion manages the assassins and hidden guards in the pavilion, and has many daily chores. Fortunately, he doesn't dislike such things too much.After perfecting some rules and regulations, things went much smoother.

He has many capable men, and he is willing to hand over the affairs of the court to them.

Most of the time, he was by Mu Hanzhong's side as a personal bodyguard.

However, even this position is rarely used for him.

The days were as dull as water, until... He Yanqin, the master of Beitang, rebelled.

From that day on, Nan Xiaohuan knew that, in fact, there are many kinds of kisses.

He also knew that in this world, besides the sword on his head that could make him sleep peacefully, there was another thing that could make him relax and close his eyes.

That was Mu Hanzhong's embrace.

The cold eyes that looked at me before, I don't know when, they are always full of shallow smiles, gentle, without any invisible barriers, as if even if he reaches out and touches them, they will not be ignored.

Always surrounded by those eyes.

Strange, calming power.

He had never seen anyone like that.

He always smiles lightly, is gentle and calm, and behaves calmly and calmly, as if he will not panic when encountering any difficulties.

Even if a huge mountain collapses in front of your eyes, you will only laugh at it.

Confident and charming, she is full of... radiance.Light up his dark memory.

Different from the person he had known in the past three years, after that day, Mu Hanzhong's speech and behavior always made him think it was someone else.But the dialogue without any flaws and omissions, the same face that is not disguised, and the indelible aura of that person, show the fact that they are the same person.

I also had doubts secretly, but after only a moment, I was completely relieved.

No matter how different it is, as long as it is his master, what he wants to do will remain the same.

Protect the Lord's order, obey the Lord's order, be loyal and serve for a lifetime.

The master once said that he was a genius who learned martial arts in the world, but compared with that person, he was nothing.

He looked up to the strong man and sincerely respected that man.

Awe, respect, loyalty.

The same goal, although it is only a goal of martial arts.But it can also motivate him to keep working hard and never slack off.

After seven years in Guanri Pavilion, he still uses a sword, but his sword is very different from the sword Yu Bai taught him.

Before, he was pursuing the highest level of martial arts, pure and innocent.After that, it is the purpose of protecting the lord to kill the enemy, only to kill the fastest and most ruthlessly.

However, he has no regrets.

Everything can be given up for the master.

So when Mu Hanzhong taught him Qiushui, he was extremely surprised.

Cultivating the mind and character, for a hidden guard, is like making a sharp weapon that hurts people less sharp,... It's really like a joke.

However, the point is not here.

...In the eyes of that person, he was not regarded as a sharp knife at all.But it's just...he, it's just him, Nan Xiaohuan.

Later, he practiced spears with him unselfishly, discussing skills and experience, which is the best proof of this.

These actions clearly exceeded the limit for dealing with hidden guards.

In the eyes of that person, he is Nan Xiaohuan first, then his hidden guard, and the master of Guanri Pavilion.

... After returning to Beijing for a long time, he realized this belatedly.

Just him.

It was only him that the man was looking at.Himself, not anything else.It's not his identity as the second young master, it's not his identity as Yu Bai's apprentice, it's not his identity as the hidden guard of Guanri Pavilion... it's just him.

Never felt that emotion.

The huge trembling almost made him unable to control himself.

Nan Xiaohuan is not someone who doesn't know how to repay kindness.

returning a Favour many times more.Therefore, the kindness of that man to him, and his expressionless face, are all remembered in his heart.

That kind of tenderness, maybe that person will give everyone who has a physical relationship with him.But for him, it was a unique experience.

Every time he was looked at gently by those black eyes, he felt a kind of illusion and fear.

Delusion he seems to be loved, fear attracted.

However, there is no way out.

There was darkness in front of him, he heard his panting, and felt the man's nimble fingers touching the source of his desire.

Time and time again, the man said let him enjoy it, and in the end it really made him enjoy it thoroughly.

When he lay down on the bed weakly, his mind was blank, only the heartbeat next to his ear was so real, and it was imprinted in his mind one by one.

... in a trance.

He originally wanted to solve those desires for him, but was rejected by the man before the seven-day deadline.

After waking up from the dream, dressing up and keeping in the dark for an hour, he finally saw the person who had returned.

It was also the first time I knew that a kiss could be so intense.

It can make people lose their minds and forget themselves, the feeling of longing for each other so strongly, so close, so real.

eager……

each other……

He quietly thought about these two groups of words, but suddenly he was stunned when he came to the result.

The third volume of the eternal sky, once the wind and the moon