no soul

That day, it rained heavily.

Wan Guchuan was eight years old at the time.

He was standing in the rain with a sword that was half his height, and his body was covered in mud when he fell. The cold rain and sweat were mixed together. He was wet from the outside to the inside, his clothes were tightly attached to his body, and the wind was cold.

His chest heaved and he gasped for breath.

In front of him stood the tallest man he had ever seen in his life, and with him in the rain, he was a boulder that could not be shaken by storms.

Wan Yuyan raised the sheathed sword in his hand and said to him, "Come again."

Still have to continue to fight.

Xiao Wan Guchuan's hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling because of lack of strength. The rain fell heavily on him, and the rain flowed down his hair. The scene in front of him was blurred by the rain. tired.

He wants to rest for a while.But he couldn't open his mouth, he knew that his request would be flatly rejected by his father.

"My son, the men of the Great Zheng Dynasty are not afraid of wind and rain."

--I know.Wan Guchuan thought.

He swung his sword up again.

Ever since he began to practice martial arts with his father, there was not a single day when he was not covered in bruises, and when he returned to the house exhausted, he didn't even have the strength to apply medicine, and fell asleep on the bed.

His mother had passed away early, and there were no female relatives in the family except the maidservants. His only relative was this great general who was used to fighting, the god of war who was feared by the whole country, the court, and the court, and his father who was as strict as a stone statue.

He didn't dare to say that he was injured in martial arts, and he had to secretly come by himself to take medicine at a young age, let alone someone who would feel distressed.

In the first half of his life, there was no tenderness, only iron blood and fighting.

"The son of the Wan family doesn't care about gain or loss." At the spring banquet, Wan Yuyan gave Wan Guchuan's most beloved angry tiger mask to the little prince who had been fighting with him.

On the way back, Wan Yuyan turned serious, "You can be idle if you were born in the prince's house, but you can't be born in the general's mansion. Playing with things will kill you."

Since then, no matter how grand the celebration of the Da Zheng Dynasty is, no matter how dizzying the street gadgets are, the lights of the city that never sleeps are bright and colorful, and the world is full of beautiful things, all of which have nothing to do with him.

At the age of 17, Wan Guchuan beat his father for the first time.His sword rested on Wan Yuyan's neck.

Wan Yuyan praised him for the first time, but at this moment, he was sad——

This indomitable tall man...is old.

Beidi is under pressure, and the horn of war shakes the sky and the earth.

"Father, let me go." The 17-year-old boy was dressed in black armor, holding a huge painting halberd.

Wan Yuyan glanced at him, put on his cloak, and strode out of the tent. The wind and sand outside the tent drowned him, but his loud voice pierced through the sand, "The general and the soldiers live and die together."

The young Wan Guchuan didn't understand that farewell glance at that time.

In this battle, Wan Yuyan blocked a knife for him, and charged forward with injuries. Ten thousand swords threatened his life and died on the battlefield.

Wan Guchuan was thinking, maybe he was the one who deserved to die.

The man who held the sky fell down, and the heavy long sky fell down and hit Wan Guchuan.

Thousands of enemy troops in Changtian are pressing down on the border, and under his feet is a vast city of thousands of miles and millions of people. If he lets go, blood will be splashed on the mountains and rivers.

He wanted to hold on, blood soaked half of his clothes, old wounds covered new ones, and he couldn't let go.

"My son, don't be sad, it will happen sooner or later." Wan Yuyan said so before his death.

Wan Guchuan knew.From the moment he was born he had no choice.

It is a responsibility, and I will never hesitate to die.

The military book Wei compiled the three masterpieces, waiting for the day when his commander-in-chief flag fluttered, with the anger of killing his father, he lined up his troops and set off in person.

Thousands of enemies with one sword. (Note 1)

Beidi was beaten steadily and retreated, and the young general became famous in the first battle, becoming a myth of being able to conquer battles, a legend that frightened Beidi.

It is said that he is infinitely beautiful.

But whenever he sees the falcons in the sky and the wild horses galloping on the pasture, he will feel tired of the tiger amulets in his hand and the half-hearted wooing and flattery of the courtiers who are fighting each other in the temple.

The tragedy of life is not that you are as small as dust, but that you do not live for yourself every moment.

Standing high in the temple, he is like a cold knife in the hands of the emperor.He ignored flattery and lobbying in partisanship.

The courtiers who formed cliques repeatedly hit the wall, and privately said that he was too fume-prone and young and frivolous.He is well aware of all these, but he doesn't care, these can't shake him at all-it's ridiculous that the courtiers still have to respect him.

He doesn't need the court, but the court needs him.

General.It is a responsibility, a burden, and an unbreakable iron chain that binds him firmly.

If he can't get what he wants, he will have no desires and no desires.

But in the late nights of leisure, the deep-seated Jianghu mood is always churning endlessly.

He covered his face, stepped on the window sill and turned out.

Walk quickly on the high ground in the night, and see the lights of the whole city under your feet.

Jumping down from the watchtower, the breeze is mighty.

At this moment, he is not a famous and distinguished general, he is a falcon with huge wings stretching out into the sky.

He turned over and landed in the alley where the heroes passed by, and when they met on a narrow road, the sword in his hand was chilling—this is a fierce sword that has drunk the blood of thousands of people, it is a ghost sword that can fight 300 people with one swing, it is invincible with a million troops general sword.

One blow.

How many people in the world can resist it?

There are legends of "Night Breeze" all over the world.

When he returned to the room, took off his mask, and the iron chain tied him again, the sense of loss was multiplied several times.

Up to now, he really has nothing but a horse on the battlefield.

Can the gall of life really be diluted with soaring arrogance?

Wan Guchuan opened his eyes and met a pair of clear eyes.

Lin Hong didn't expect him to wake up suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and rolled his eyes, "Are you awake?"

Wan Guchuan looked at him.

The morning sunlight came in from the window and fell on Lin Hong's face and hair. The fluff on the side of his face was glowing slightly, and his eyes were brown under the light, like a piece of translucent amber.

Huan Ruo Tian Luo Luo, vast as waves of water. (Note 2)

Wan Guchuan felt that all he needed was a glimpse of Jiangnan, he could swallow the boundless wind and sand outside Dingbei Terrace, and swallow the snow drifting thousands of miles away in Nanban.

Where is there suffering in the world?

Lin Hong was about to get up, but as soon as he got up, he was pulled by his upper arm and fell back, falling on a strong chest.

Wan Guchuan pressed him into his arms, pulled the quilt, "I didn't wake up, keep sleeping."

Lin Hong: "..."

Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan's neck, listened to his breathing, and felt the heat of his palm on his waist.

Lin Hong licked his lips, feeling that he was not well...

He leaned against Wan Guchuan, leaned forward and kissed his neck.

Wan Guchuan was startled, stepped back a little distance, looked down at the person in his arms, Lin Hong also raised his head to look at him, with a pair of black and white eyes that did not hide or flicker, with a bit of a smirk.

Wan Guchuan bowed his head and kissed her.

Lin Hong almost suffocated...

During the daytime, the village is very quiet, and the wandering ghosts can only be seen in the villagers' homes, and these ghosts don't seem to be interested in them, they just want to stay at home.

"The officer is fully recovered!" The woman who lost her daughter greeted Lin Hong and Wan Guchuan with a smile on her face while holding a dustpan of dried tangerine peel.

They have been in this village for a long time, and the villagers here are familiar with them and are very enthusiastic about them.

"Okay, okay." Lin Hong responded enthusiastically.

But when Lin Hong saw her turn around, the smile on her face froze—the little girl whose eyes had been pulled out was still on her back.

When Lin Hong was still thinking about whether the little girl could move, the little girl yawned. When she opened her mouth, the knife wound at the corner of her mouth was split to the root of her ear.

Lin Hong: "..."

The picture was horrific, but Lin Hong felt a burst of sadness. The deceased wanted to go home and be with his loved ones.

But my relatives didn't know that the people I had been hoping to come back alive had turned into ghosts and followed me like a shadow, but I couldn't see them anymore.

They saw many dead souls along the way.

However, the more Lin Hong thought about it, the more suspicious he felt, "Why are there no souls who died in battle?"

Thinking back carefully, none of the ghosts chasing him that night seemed to be dressed as soldiers...

At first, Lin Hong thought that these soldiers were still alive, but is that really the case?

After wandering around the village for several days, nothing was found, and this doubt has not been answered.

"It's still some time before night, let's go for a stroll in the woods." Lin Hong suggested.

Naturally, Wan Guchuan had no objection.

It was mid-spring, and the grass and leaves in the forest were luxuriant, and the ancient trees were towering.

Looking up, the sun is almost invisible, the leaves are gorgeous, and the sun shines into a clear tender green.

Walking in the forest is like walking under the green sky.

The beams of light in the forest are silky, and the dust is flying in it, like several white gauzes hanging, a little hazy.

But Lin Hong didn't think the beautiful scenery was worth it. He rubbed his arms, "I always feel that it's chilly in this forest... You said it's mid-spring, why is there not even a bird's song in the forest..."

Wan Guchuan walked in front of Lin Hong to open the way, blocking the protruding bushes with his hands, "It is estimated that all the dead souls that appear at night are lingering here."

Lin Hong stopped walking immediately when he heard the words, "...you talk so much that I don't even want to go in there anymore..."

Wan Guchuan looked back at him, smiled, and was about to pull him, but heard something.

"Hush." ​​Wan Guchuan signaled Lin Hongjing.

Lin Hong didn't dare to move, his eyes looked around, his hearing was not as good as Wan Guchuan's, and he didn't hear anything, but he was a little nervous by Wan Guchuan's sudden vigilance.

Wan Guchuan grabbed Lin Hong's hand, looked at one place, and held the hilt of the sword with the other hand.

There was a slight movement of the bushes—something popped out of nowhere!

It is a sika deer.

This sika deer has gray eyes, a big hole in its belly, and its flesh hangs down, as if it was torn apart by some wild beast.

It still ran happily with a piece of intestines hanging from it.

Lin Hong was not frightened by its appearance, but it was frightened by the two of them. It paused, shook its ears, and turned back quickly.

"...Even the dead souls of the deer are going home." Lin Hong sighed, "It seems that there are indeed many dead souls in this forest... Will we be hunted down again later?"

"Not sure." Wan Guchuan didn't relax his vigilance.

While Lin Hong was thinking, he struggled for his hand, but Wan Guchuan held it even tighter, "You won't be allowed to hold hands in the village, and you won't be allowed in the woods?"

Lin Hong: "..."

Lin Hong blushed and was dragged away by him, the temperature in the palm of his hand was a bit warmer than the spring in the forest.

They encountered a lot of dead animals on the way, but fortunately, they didn't meet any dead people, except that the spring was a little colder, and the two of them walked hand in hand in the forest, which was a bit like a spring outing.

Lin Hongqu raised his finger and touched the cocoon on Wan Guchuan's palm that had been worn out by the sword.

Wan Guchuan tightened his hand and wrapped his fingers in the palm of his hand.

"There are decent places here." Wan Guchuan stopped.

"What?" Lin Hong looked up.

Ahead is a piece of pure white—a grove of pear blossoms full of snow-white branches.

Surrounded by greenery and in the cold air, it looks like an isolated Penglai island.

When the spring breeze blows, the white petals fall down like light snowflakes, and the fragrance of the flowers is light.

In this troubled world, there is a holy land nourished by blood.

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Note 1: The general is endeared to the sky, and his righteousness and bravery crown the present and the past.Thousands of enemies with one sword.

——"Guan Yu Temple Sends Senior Officials Back to Jingzhou" Tang Lang Shiyuan

Note 2: Huan is like a star in the sky, and it is as vast as a wave of water. ——Yang Xiong's "Feather Hunting Fu" in the Western Han Dynasty