Blossoms

3.

Liu Changle never thought that he would accept a disciple one day, after all, he was not in good health, and he seldom went to other places in the past few years, so he could only concentrate on practicing swords.

His self-created sword technique has already been named Piao Miao.

Piao Miao swordsmanship has a total of thirteen moves.

In fact, this set of sword techniques doesn't use much internal energy, and only needs to gather the sword intent to attack the vital points of a person in order to achieve the best effect.

The brother said, if this set of swordsmanship is used with sword intent on a daily basis, it is too fierce. It seems that it is not suitable for you because it looks like it is a swordsmanship created by you.

Liu Changle smiled: "That's right, let's call it Piao Miao. If you don't use your internal energy, you will lose your sword intent, and you won't be sharp, and your sword energy will seem to exist, just like me..."

Xu Changan didn't want to talk to him, he just gave a suggestion.

For several years, Wei Yang sent a letter asking him if he wanted to accept a poor child as an apprentice. After thinking about it, he decided to go and have a look at this child.

"What's the name?" he asked.

"Xiao Mo." Wei Yang said.

At this time, Wei Yang was already the master of Hall Qingfeng, Liu Changle bowed his hands politely: "Master Wei, don't come here without any problems..."

Wei Yang looked at him: "Hehe."

The two of them went all the way to Qingfeng Hall to see Xiao Mo, the young man Chu Rui just came out, saw Liu Changle, smiled sweetly and bowed his hands: "Hello, Senior Liu."

Liu Changle patted his head.

Xiao Mo, who was curled up under the blanket, glanced at them and quickly hid back.

"Your name is Xiao Mo, right? I am the master from Wangjun Mountain, and I will be your master in the future. Please give me your advice!" Liu Changle lifted the quilt, and Xiao Mo rolled around with tears in his eyes. Indented into the bed.

He hasn't done anything yet.

How can you be so timid.

"Hey, you scared him, he is only four or five years old." Wei Yang couldn't help but said to him: "By the way, what happened to the Piao Miao sword you made yourself?"

Liu Changle was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "How about I teach you the trick to deal with Tianyin?"

Raising his eyebrows, Wei Yang snorted: "I'll wait."

Hearing his words, Liu Changle remembered the sword he had given him a few years ago, and nodded: "It's a deal."

The two smiled at each other.

When going down the mountain, he held Xiao Mo by the hand and looked at the rising sun, and the morning light reflected on their faces. He quickly squatted down and looked at Xiao Mo: "From now on, will you be called Mo Zixi?"

Xiao Mo looked at him and nodded.

Liu Changle smiled.

Wei Yang in the distance walked towards them, and said with a smile, "How is it? How does it feel to have a lovely apprentice?"

Liu Changle grabbed Xiao Mo's cheek and rubbed it, looking at the child in front of him with satisfaction.

"Much cuter than your Chu Rui."

"How is it possible?" The folding fan in Wei Yang's hand tapped on his shoulder: "By the way, I say you..." Pointing to Qingfengtang behind him: "Come and walk around if you have nothing to do..."

Come and walk more often.

Liu Changle squeezed out a smile.

Can come for sure.

On Wangjun Mountain, Liu Changle brought Xiao Mo to Xu Changan.

"Xi of Chenxi? Isn't it Xihe's Xi?" The brother roared angrily.

Liu Changle hurried back.

Afterwards, Mo Zixi formally joined Liu Changle's sect, and practiced Piaomiao swordsmanship to the point where he was so perfect that even Xu Chang'an felt that this child was really a genius in martial arts.

Liu Changle patted Mo Zixi's head: "Didn't I tell you not to use so much internal energy?"

"Master..." the young Mo Zixi said cutely, "How can you fight with someone without internal strength?"

The person in front of him smiled.

Liu Changle never cared about Mo Zixi's sword practice anymore, he took in another apprentice in a few years and named him Qin Zihuan.

Later, because the news about Mo Zixi being a martial arts prodigy spread out on Wangjun Mountain, the master master was very happy, and directly handed over the second sword of Shanmingshuixiu, which had been dusty for many years.

To Mo Zixi and Qin Zihuan.

"Master, Master..." The young Zihuan grabbed Liu Changle's sleeve: "Why is it called a beautiful landscape? Why?"

Liu Changle stroked his hair: "Just like Wangjun Mountain..."

Like Wangjun Mountain, but also like... floating life.

After many years, Liu Changle seldom went to Fushang as a guest. His body gradually became thinner and weaker. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, it was the time when hidden diseases relapsed, so he didn't dare to go to Fushang. Leave it to Chu Rui, and go wandering alone.

"I really can't bear my temper." Liu Changle looked at the letter in his hand, put it away, looked up and saw Mo Zixi cupping his hands: "Master, Zihuan and I are going out, please take care."

"The two of you have caused a lot of trouble recently." Liu Changle took a deep look at Mo Zixi: "I know that you are young and vigorous, so it's better not to provoke too many enemies."

Mo Zixi responded.

Liu Changle sighed, but still waved him away.

At this time, the two swords with beautiful mountains and rivers are already well-known in the world. Everyone knows that Mo Zixi and Qin Zihuan from Wangjun Mountain, and the Xiaoyao Sword School stand out from the crowd in the world for a while.

Liu Changle has been dreaming recently.

I dreamed that I was standing alone on the vast grassland, looking at the lights of thousands of families in the distance. When the picture changed, he had already killed countless people. He was awakened by this scene when he saw his inhuman killing. .

When I woke up, it was already noon.

He pinched his forehead, and suddenly found that there were several scars on his wrist for some reason.

Feeling a little uneasy in his heart, Liu Changle walked up to the bronze mirror, ripped off his clothes, and the thin scars on it came into his eyes, and when he looked at these scars, a twinge of pain flashed through his mind.

When Xu Changan came to see him in the afternoon, he only said that his old illness had relapsed and he felt a little unwell.

It feels so weird.

The stabbing pain in his head still didn't go away, he was lucky enough to seal all his internal energy, when he suddenly felt some pain, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

According to Xu Chang'an's dictation, Liu Changle was already unconscious when he entered the door, and the doctors of the Xiaoyao Sect were helpless, so they had to send him to Fusheng.

Floating life, Wei Yang is not there.

Wei Yang's apprentice Chu Rui felt that he was not skilled enough, so he took him to Xunyi Hall to recuperate for a period of time. When Wei Yang received their news and came back, Liu Changle was still awake.

After driving away a group of people, Wei Yang slowly walked to Liu Changle's side, reached out to caress his cheek, and lowered his head.

Liu Changle only felt a burst of warmth, something grazed his lips, he slowly opened his eyes, Wei Yang was sitting on a chair beside him, saw him awake, and asked, "You have forbidden techniques?"

Forbidden?

Liu Changle shook his head: "A hidden illness?"

Wei Yang didn't look at him any more, only feeling a mess in his heart.

"It should be a forbidden technique." Wei Yang replied, "But I can't see anything."

The person on the bed smiled: "Don't talk about me anymore, didn't you go wandering? Why are you back again?"

"Yunyou?" Wei Yang said angrily: "I'm going to study. The famous doctor in Southern Xinjiang wants to pass on some medicinal principles to me. When I said going to Southern Xinjiang, how could I go to Yunyou."

What he said was true, seeing that Liu Changle didn't believe it, he didn't continue to explain.

"Better?" he asked.

"It feels better." Liu Changle pressed his temple: "Occasionally I have a headache, what should I do if I have a headache?"

The person opposite stood up and walked to his side. Liu Changle looked at his sad eyes and was about to say something when Wei Yang pressed his palm on the back of his head.

"It hurts..."

"Massage for you." Wei Yang gently pressed the acupuncture point on the back of his head: "Can you not move?"

Liu Changle frowned and raised his head to look at him: "It really hurts, can you, doctor, be gentle?"

"It's already very light, and it will be useless if it is lighter." Wei Yang pulled away his hand protecting his head: "Come over here."

Someone watched him warily.

Wei Yang angrily pulled the stool over and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed him and pressed his head to his chest, Liu Changle was stunned for a moment, and he had already stretched out his hand to lightly press the back of his head.

"Isn't this better? I'm so old that I'm still afraid of pain."

"..."

Liu Changle thought in his heart, yes, it's the first time you hugged me at such a big age.

"Is it better?" He asked, "If it's better, I'll send you back."

A certain person responded, and said in an instant: "Can I sleep for a night, I'm so sleepy."

"Just say it if you're lazy." Wei Yang slapped him on the back.

Waiting until Wei Yang closed the door and left, Liu Changle sat on the bed alone in a daze, repeating the scene just now in his mind, only feeling terrified.

The next day Wei Yang sent him back to Xiaoyao.

After many years, Wei Yang came back to Wangjun Mountain again. The layout here has changed a lot, but Liu Changle still lives in the original courtyard.

Liu Changle looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at? Isn't it the same place?"

Wei Yang turned around, there seemed to be a flash of sadness in his eyes, which was quickly covered up, Liu Changle thought he was wrong, so he heard him say, "It's the same, it's just how many years have passed..."

I still……

... still haven't let you go.

I thought that the torrent of time would wash away this emotion, am I too naive?

You seem to know nothing, should I be thankful, or sad?

"Why are you in a daze?" Liu Changle waved his hand in front of his eyes, and Wei Yang decisively reached out to grab it.

He watched Liu Changle for a while before letting go. He only felt that something was wrong with Wei Yang, but he didn't see what was wrong.

"Let's go to Yunyou in the future." Wei Yang smiled: "When you get old and have nothing to do, let's go and see what this great mountain and river will look like in a few years."

The person in front of him nodded: "Okay, I'll just say this to you. I'll take good care of my body now. When you get old and can't walk, you need to carry a cane. I can carry you on my back."

A burst of laughter broke out between the two.

After Wei Yang left, Liu Changle sat down on the stone chair in the yard slowly, looking at the quiet yard.

It would be the best if I could go on a cloud tour with you... But I don't know if my body can last until then.

Later, he saw that Mo Zixi wanted to go back to Fusheng to take a look, so he gave him the money bag and asked him to go back and take a look in a fair manner.

This child... Liu Changle sighed.

When I was young, I often asked him to teach him to write the word "Rui". Once I wrote it, I could bury it in it for several hours trying to practice it well. Can he, his master, not understand his mind?

Isn't there only one Chu Rui in Fusheng?

"You miss him so much, but they may not miss you..." he said.

I just hope...he can still see the two of them happy in his lifetime?

Liu Changle smiled.

Misfortune came quickly.

One day Liu Changle woke up again from a nightmare. He saw another red mark on his arm, and his heart skipped a beat.

"This is..." He opened his mouth slowly, and suddenly realized something.

Piao Miao swordsmanship.

How could he not be aware of the traces of Piao Miao's swordsmanship?

Quickly ran out of the yard, he felt a piercing pain in his head, and his whole body began to tremble, as if something was about to pop out of his head, and he only felt that fear gradually spread from the bottom of his heart.

The bloody hands in the dream.

……is his.

The person who killed his two disciples in the dream.

...is myself.

Dreams are real.

Liu Changle was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his hand to gather his inner strength, trying to seal his inner strength, but his heart was overwhelmed again.

There was a sound of footsteps coming towards him slowly.

Liu Changle wanted to know who was coming, so he raised his head desperately, but was forced back by the stabbing pain.

"Don't make unnecessary struggles." He heard someone whispering in his ear: "You forget about this matter, and if you forget it, it will be gone."

Forget about him, continue to be your Liu Changle, and be happy for a long time.

He struggled for a while, his eyes darkened.

A moment later, he sat in front of Qin Zihuan's coffin, showing a numb expression, and stretched out his hand to caress the face of his little apprentice in the coffin, the grief in his heart could not be added.

Did he forget?

He did not forget.

Liu Changle looked at Mo Zixi kowtowing in front of his eyes, like a puppet doing common sense things, with a sad expression on his face, he shouted to him: "Zixi..."

Zixi...do you know?The person sitting in front of you is the one who killed your junior brother.

The person you keep saying that you want revenge is the person in front of you.

But you don't know anything.

The teacher knows, but can't say anything.

It may be because of this that he became an abandoned child.

He heard himself say, "Okay..."

Tears in the corners of the eyes fell quietly.