[Shuangyang] Swordsman

It was still dark when Yi Lingling left.

He didn't light the lamp either. After getting up, he lightly covered Chuan Han with a quilt, making sure that no trace of cold wind could get in.

He tidied up his clothes again—it was still the plain introductory robe.Then he picked up the ordinary fine iron sword, put something next to Chuan Han's pillow, and left.

But Chuanhan actually didn't fall asleep all night.

He and Yi Lingling slept on the same bed, not daring to let Yi Lingling notice his abnormal state, so he could only count one, two, three to breathe calmly.As for the breathing of Daozi beside him, whether he is sleeping or practicing martial arts, it has always been long and even, not chaotic at all.

Chuan Han quietly opened his eyes a little, and tried his best to look at Yi Lingling's side face in the dark, thinking, all cultivators are like this, they want to cultivate their inner being, and his lame kung fu is still far away from the threshold of Chunyang very.

——Yes, yesterday Yi Lingling also promised that when he came back, he would take Chuanhan to Huashan Mountain in the spring, and formally accept him as a disciple, making him a pure Yang disciple.

In the future, they can practice together in a pure Taoist temple, and then go down the mountain together to experience life, and they can also join hands to avenge his parents.

Flying waterfalls in the mountains, white cranes under the pine, snow on the sword platform, and broken bridges in bamboo forests are the life after Chuanhan.

Daozi said too much, and the bright future after the spring seems to be within reach.

But Chuan Han couldn't believe it, and even stopped him later, and told him to go to bed quickly, making Ling Ling laugh for a while.

But he carefully kept what Daozi said in his heart, and treasured it in this snowy winter night.

Spring is really too far away. After all, this is still a cold winter.

He just wandered in the spring scenery that Ling Ling had painted for him all night, and thought about it again and again, for fear that he would fall asleep and forget it all when he woke up.

When Yi Lingling covered him with the quilt, he really wanted to hold that hand that was cold all year round, but he didn't dare, so he could only hold his breath, and only slowly reached out to touch it after hearing him leave. Go to the place where Yi Lingling put things on the bed just now.

It is his sword.

Chuan Han's breath stagnates.

Yi Lingling did not let him touch the sharpened sword. This iron sword was bought for him in Yangzhou, but it was not sharpened. He was afraid that he would accidentally get hurt while practicing the sword.

But now this sword seems to feel a little different.The sword body doesn't look very new, although the pattern looks familiar to the touch, it always looks a bit worn.

Chuan Han felt something, sat up from the bed, and gently drew his sword out of its sheath.The cold light refracted the snow outside the window and the dim moonlight, and the blade of the sword was almost visible.

This is obviously Yi Lingling's sword!

They all use the most common fine iron swords, which can be mass-produced and wholesaled. They are exactly the same from appearance to material, except that Yi Lingling has been sharpened and used for a long time.

He left the sharpened sword here, what did he take away?Is it his broken sword that has not been sharpened and is almost monolithic?

Chuanhan suddenly thought of Yi Lingling's sentence, "It should be fine."

Why is he so sure that he will improve when he comes back this time?Why do you dare to say that you will officially accept him as a disciple after the spring?

He was holding a broken iron sword and decided to put all his eggs in one basket. If he could not win this battle, he would die!

Chuan Han dropped his sword and jumped out of bed, without even his shoes on, and ran out the door.But the snow outside the door was vast, and the figure of his cheap master had long since disappeared, not even a footprint was left.

Knowing that he couldn't catch up, he returned to the house in a daze.Beifeng followed him into the house, blew something up, and Chuanhan grabbed it.

He lit the lamp, and it was a note left by Yi Lingling.

The sword is the slave of the body, the body is the slave of the heart, and the heart is the slave of the gods.

The handwriting is the familiar conceit and arrogance, and the strokes are so bent that they almost become broken branches.

Chuan Han crumpled the note, thinking, he has always been like this.

When one person and one sword saved him from the wolf's teeth outside Chang'an City, he knew that this Daoist had always been very proud.

He does not allow himself to fail, let alone long-term failure.

This Supreme Sword Dao has been unbreakable for many years, the years wasted on the mountain, and the time delayed by the coldness of the mountain is too long, too long, no matter how long, his self-esteem and arrogance will not allow it.

I can't wait any longer.

In the past, Cangyun Castle was very busy with people coming and going during the day.But today's atmosphere is a bit dignified for some reason, the soldiers coming and going put on a martial law posture, and the patrols are tighter.The people in the Jianghu who were so idle before stopped walking, but gathered in twos and threes to say something, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

With his sword on his back, Chuan Han lowered his head, retreated into the crowd of knights and listened to a corner, and finally heard an almost explosive news.

Xi Ren is coming!

The news spread in a small area at first, and then quickly spread among people in the Jianghu. Finally, the entire Cangyun Castle knew the news.

Xi Ren and Khitan killed Datang's princess before, and had a blood feud with Datang. After stationing outside the Great Wall for so long, they finally took action.

All kinds of rumors spread, but Chuan Han didn't believe a word, but cautiously began to inquire about the situation on the front line.

He was just worried about Lingling.

Xi Ren and Khitan suddenly moved. Yi Lingling and the others had just left, and they were probably watching from the front line. If the two armies go to war, they would be the most dangerous existence!

If it weren't for the fact that the Great Wall is now heavily guarded, it would be difficult for even birds to fly over. He would have personally run to the front line to drag this desperate and cheap master back.

He wandered around Cangyun Fort early in the morning, and found out with difficulty that some of the soldiers on duty today had indeed left, but he didn't say the reason, and no news came back.

The military secrets of this kind of espionage are supposed to be known by as few people as possible, and it is even said that Cang Yun's own confidantes can only be used to find out.Especially on the eve of such a war, the personnel used will be cautious.And that Yi Lingling didn't know what kind of relationship he had established, so he was added to this team, and he was still going to be a bait.

Chuanhan finally sat on the threshold and watched the soldiers and knights walking around.The sword lay flat on his knee, and the scabbard that had been used for many years had a slightly old luster, reflecting Chuan Han's expressionless face.

For a whole day, Yi Lingling didn't come back.

The fire at the door was boiled with wine again, and the familiar beggars dragged him to drink again.But this time, Chuan Han didn't drink a sip, and sat alone on the threshold, looking at the laughing crowd.

When the disciple Changge who played the piano left, he sat there; when the disciple Tibetan sword carrying the epee left, he was still sitting there; Tiance led the horse away, but he was still sitting there; The wine was gone, the fire had turned into black coals, and he was still sitting there.

The wind and snow had already covered him all over his body, but he just brushed it away after a while, no matter who called him, he refused to get up.

He was waiting for Ling Ling.

It wasn't until the last drum beat three times that he dragged his limp body into the door and fell headfirst on the bed.

He thought, Yi Lingling probably won't come back today.

It's strange to say that he and Yi Lingling have known each other for less than a year, but it seems like a long, long time has passed.He wasn't even used to living alone, nor was he used to sleeping alone at night.

But yesterday's sleepless night and today's running around still made him unable to hold on, no matter how reluctant he was, he fell into a dream in a daze.

The accident happened at this moment of silence.

When the fire outside lit up, Yi Lingling almost thought it was dawn, he frowned and opened his eyes thinking, how could there be such a red morning glow this morning?

But he soon discovered that something was wrong. There were vague sounds of fighting and weapons colliding outside the door, and there were occasional screams, which seemed far away and seemed close, and could not be heard clearly.

Chuan Han woke up instantly, grabbed the sword with his hand, and before he even had time to open the door, cut it off with a sword, and rushed out.

Cangyun Castle is already a bloody battlefield.

He saw the Changge disciple who was playing the piano during the day lying on the ground, his piano had been broken and fell beside him, and blood flowed from his body, staining the white snow red.

He saw Disciple Wanhua who had handed him the hangover soup was leaning against the wall, her head had already been lowered, and a knife was stuck in her chest, nailing her to the wall.

He saw Qixiu, who was dancing beside the fire yesterday, fell into the cold coals of the fire, her water-red dance dress was spread on the ground, she was like a butterfly going to the fire with her body.

They are passers-by in time, they are passers-by in life, they were of no importance to him at first, but Chuanhan suddenly thought in this bloody light that he hadn't had time to ask their names yet.

The Beggar Clan disciple who had given him wine twice fell down in front of him, as if after a fierce fight, blood was everywhere on his body.Chuan Han helped him up, and when he heard him gasping for breath, he pinched his arm tightly, as if gritting his teeth and said: "An Lu Mountain... people from An Lu Mountain came from Taiyuan..."

Yuyang came frowning and agitating, startling the colorful clothes and feathers.

Who would have thought that the adopted son, who was obedient and obedient one second, would tear up this bustling scene and stab himself in the back the next?

Xiren rebelled, and Khitan rebelled against Tang.

Everyone thought that An Lushan would be a reinforcement, but what happened?Cangyun's entire army was almost wiped out, and it was difficult to regain its strength. The capital fell, the two capitals fell, and even Chuanhan was a victim.

But now Xi Ren and Khitan are ready to move again, and An Lushan has killed him from behind again. Back then it was really... a tiger.

The beggar gang disciple was not seriously injured, but lost his strength. Chuan Han helped him to a safer corner to rest, gritted his teeth, picked up his sword, and ran towards the Great Wall.

Yi Lingling is still on the front line, he wants to get Yi Lingling back!

But no matter how chaotic the battlefield is, the Great Wall is still defended as a border.The soldiers of Cang Yun almost killed him as a rebel, and they stopped him after seeing who he was, and prevented him from going out: "The front line is fighting, if you go rashly, you will die!"

Chuan Han looked at Cang Yun's anxious eyes, and said in a deep voice, "My master is still outside, I want to bring him back."

Cangyun soldier was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something: "Your master... are you a disciple of Chunyang?"

Chuan Han nodded, the soldier scratched his head, and thought about it again: "I heard they said that a Chunyang was besieged by the rebels on the front line today, with one enemy against a hundred, he killed many Xi people, and passed the information to his teammates smoothly , but he did not escape in the end..."

Chunyang...intelligence...did not escape...

Chuan Han felt like falling into an ice cave, his face turned pale instantly.

Seeing that his expression was not good, the soldier hurriedly explained: "I just heard it! I heard! Isn't this a battle? There is Xiren Khitan in front, and An Lushan in the back. The news may be wrong!"

Chuanhan said nothing, and was about to rush out of the Great Wall.It was absolutely impossible for the soldiers to let him go out. Several people held him down, and he was almost hysterical: "Let me out! I'm going to find my master!"

how can that be possible?how could be?

The spring scene that he had described yesterday was vivid in his mind, and the snowstorm on Huashan was waiting for them to go back to see it together. He also said that he would accept himself as a disciple when he came back, but what about others?

He is such a formidable person, if he can save himself in Chang'an, what if he has one enemy against a hundred? He is so good at light work, he must not be the one who died on the front line, right?

Sure, definitely not.His little master will be back soon, and they can slowly ride back to the Central Plains together, talking and laughing along the way, and he can finally speak out the secret thoughts in his heart, no matter what the result is, but spring is coming .

Chuan Han yelled almost blankly, his eyes were bloodshot and red.Four or five soldiers could hardly hold him back, and when they were anxiously trying to find a way, someone couldn't stand it any longer, and stretched out his hand to slash the back of his neck. ground,

When he woke up, he was already cleaning the battlefield.

He was lying on the edge of the wounded barracks, and sitting next to him was the disciple of the beggar gang who persuaded him to drink. His whole body was covered with bandages, and he drank sips from the jug.

Seeing that he was awake, the beggars just nodded.

Chuan Han sat up with his forehead supported, and subconsciously reached out to touch his own sword, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Has my master come back?" He tilted his head and asked, "I'm waiting for him to return to Chunyang."

The beggar gang became even more silent, and the corners of their eyes seemed to be a little red.

But Chuanhan just smiled lightly, turned over with his sword in hand, and was about to go out.The beggar gang hurriedly called to stop him: "Where are you going?"

Chuan Han stopped in his tracks and said, "I'll go and call Master home."

The beggar gang sighed: "He..."

Chuan Han interrupted the Beggars' Gang: "I know, he's right there, waiting for me, look." He smiled at the Beggars' Gang and pointed to the distance, but the Beggars' Gang turned their heads and saw that there was only the Great Wall and the Great Wall. The vast snowfield outside.

Chuan Han continued: "My master can say, when he comes back, he will formally accept me as a disciple. I have to find him, otherwise what if I die of starvation in the future."

"He never lied. He said he would take me back to Chunyang and he would definitely take me."

"I'm still waiting for him to teach me new sword skills. I've almost learned these moves."

"However, there is a lot of time. After I officially worship Chunyang, I can practice swords with him every day."

"Then I definitely can't beat him, but I can learn slowly, and one day I will be better than him."

The young man in white walked towards the Great Wall and the vast snowfield outside the Great Wall, talking to himself.This time, no one stopped him, everyone stopped what they were doing, and watched him silently walking into the wind and snow, towards the bloody battlefield.

He searched the battlefield for three days, and finally brought back only an unedged sword.

But he didn't find Yi Lingling, Chuanhan thought, it must be too cold, the master should have returned to Huashan first, tsk, he thought the sword was too heavy, so he didn't take it away.

The corpses on the battlefield had been cleaned up and buried long ago. Roughly carved wooden plaques were erected in front of the steamed bun-like graves, some with names and some without names.

Chuan Han passed by these graves on horseback.He didn't look back, and he didn't care about those names. He just carried two swords on his back, and carried the letter that Yi Lingling asked him to give to his master, turned back to Yanmen Pass, and rode his horse in the direction of Chunyang.

His little master has already gone back first, he can't be left behind, otherwise what if Yi Ling Ling turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone?His master might really be able to do this kind of thing, after all, he has been a fuel bottle for him for so long.

The willow trees growing hard by the roadside seem to have a little green buds. Although the border is still full of snow and snow, spring is not far away.

The figure of the young man disappeared beyond the horizon, and in an inconspicuous corner of the tomb, a Beggar Sect disciple was sitting in front of a wooden sign drinking.

There was no name on the wooden sign, and the Beggar Gang obviously didn't intend to write it on it.He just drank the jar of wine in his hand, gently put another jar of wine in front of the wooden sign, and then got up and left.

There are also many people offering sacrifices here, coming and going, and there are so many people in the ground to accompany them, the people buried here will not be lonely if they think about it.

The frontier has returned to its previous busyness, and the cleaned battlefield is peaceful again.The soldiers guarding the border are on standby, ready to resist the next enemy attack.And these unknown tombs and the wooden plaques in front of them are like silent monuments, recording the tragic battles that took place here, the loyalty, and the unforgettable betrayal.

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The author has something to say:

Master's bento came very quickly, like a tornado, it's over, so I can only add a few irrelevant points at the end of the article:

☆The background of the real sword net 3 game is that the Anshi Rebellion and Xiren and Khitan's rebellion against the Tang Dynasty happened at the same time. An Lushan stabbed Cangyun from the back, and Cangyun almost wiped out his family.Here is written according to this background, and then privately set up Xiren and Khitan to rebel against the Tang Dynasty for the second time, and An Lushan stabbed Cangyun again.If there are any bugs, don't pay too much attention to them, I didn't check the information much because I wrote it short;

☆The title comes from "The sword is the blade of the heart", Xie Cangxing, the prequel of Xianjian Wu.In the game, Xie Cangxing used this as a question to explain that the master will definitely take the lunch.

☆Yi Lingling doesn't have any special feelings for Chuanhan, just a pure master-student relationship. He thinks this guy is a genius boy (no), Chuanhan has, but he dare not say it, afraid of it After that, the only person close to me was gone.

☆Yi Lingling is most interested in swords, he is really a qualified swordsman.

☆Yi Lingling did not participate.

-v- really gone this time.