The fifth day of the third month of the second year of Yongle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the valley, there was a drizzle, and no more snow was falling.

Because five days ago, the master was bedridden, sometimes awake, sometimes sleepy.

So in the past few days, Shi Wuwei has rarely gone down the mountain, let alone practiced martial arts.

During this period, he and his sister took turns to wait by the master's side.

In fact, he also learned from the day the old man fell asleep that the master had long known that his limit was approaching and that he would not be able to survive this winter. And that day, the snow mountain transmission of gong aggravated the aging of the body.

However, the old man didn't want to distract him, so he didn't let his sister tell him.

Every time I think about this, I blame myself in my heart and regret not being at the beginning.

In fact, since yesterday, even when Lu Yunxian was sober, he was no longer able to speak or act.

Although the senior brothers and sisters have realized in their hearts, the master is afraid that he will not be able to survive today.

But such a painful blow still cast a shadow on their hearts.

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At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, the sky that was supposed to be sunny was obscured by dark clouds.

The rain in the air is getting heavier, as if the immortals above the nine heavens can't bear to see the death of the last hero of this era.

At this time, Shi Wuwei was walking out of the master's house, took the handkerchief handed by his sister, and wanted to fetch water and clean his face.

Both of them were already haggard, and their hearts were even more sad, so that at the time of handover, they did not talk, and both sides were a little wooden.

And when Shi Wuwei just came to the water tank and wanted to scoop up some water.

A terrible cry came from the room to the east.

"Senior brother... Come on."

Listening to the cry of his sister, he guessed that the master's hour was coming.

My heart was filled with grief.

He looked down at the water in the tank, which reflected his haggard face.

And looking at his own reflection, he silently said in his heart, "When you enter the house, you must not cry, and you can't let the master go with regrets."

The place where this water tank is located, the master's house in the east is only a dozen steps.

On weekdays, it's just a blink of an eye.

But today's dozen or so steps are extraordinarily long.

Mu Yiyi was kneeling in front of the master's bed at this time, holding the master's right hand with both hands, and his face was full of tears.

And the person on the bed is already in his last years, although his eyes are open. But he stared at the top of the room with a sense of confusion, and didn't seem to notice the tearful man kneeling beside his bed.

If it weren't for the faint floating in his chest, I am afraid that anyone who sees him will feel that he has returned.

But in fact, who would have thought that the person on this bed had saved Emperor Taizu in danger, and was once as famous as the Holy Master of Dacheng, and was once the strongest person in the world, and there was no one.

But life is like this, no matter how beautiful you were in life, in the end it is just a piece of yellow soil.

Shi Wuwei outside the door had already entered the house, and he saw Mu Yiyi crying heartbroken, and wanted to come forward to comfort him.

But when he approached. I saw that the master was looking at the roof with his eyes lost, and he wanted to breathe the last breath of this world with his mouth open.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a wave of extreme sadness, a sense of pain came to his heart like a mountain of pain.

Shi Wuwei just glanced at the master, then he turned around and knelt to the ground with his head in his hands.

There were bursts of wailing in his mouth unconsciously, and his eyes could no longer be opened, and his face was full of tears.

He no longer had the courage to look at his master.

He was afraid that if he looked at his master again, he would collapse.

He just knelt on the ground, releasing that grief.

In his heart, he had long forgotten what he had said to himself when he had just come to the house.

If the meaning of sorrow in the world can be suppressed in the heart, then it is not true sadness.

And true sorrow is deep in a person's memory and every inch of flesh and blood. When it comes, it is uncontrollable, and it cannot stop the trembling of flesh and mind.

Mu Yiyi hadn't discovered his brother's way yet.

But when he heard the wail, he turned to look at his senior brother.

He found that his senior brother had never been so devastated.

Even on that day in the carriage, when he heard that all the people of his clan had died, he did not do such a thing.

I thought, "Senior brother has already buried the extermination of the clan deep in his heart. Today's master, I am afraid that all the emotions that are difficult to express and suppressed for months on weekdays will pour out. That's why I lost my heart, and I was so sad."

Mu Yiyi knew that even if he did words at this time, it would be useless. So, he just reached out and patted his senior brother's shoulder twice to signal him to put it down.

......

It was a quarter of an hour before the crying in the room stopped.

And Shi Wuwei gradually recovered a little from the state of collapse.

So, I saw him sobbing and looking at the master.

At this time, the old man seemed to be accompanied by this painful meaning even breathing.

Seeing this scene, Shi Wuwei blamed all this on his own head.

He knew very well that if he hadn't been eager for revenge and in a hurry, the master would not have used those swords in front of him earlier.

And if it weren't for that, the master might have lived a few more months.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the one who killed the master.

……

Gradually, late at night.

And the two brothers and sisters have never left half a step, and have always maintained a kneeling posture for four hours.

But the master and his old man were still lying on the bed, floating on his chest.

Sometimes he opened his eyes and stared at the rooftop, and sometimes he fell asleep. It seems that he has lost all his five senses, and he still can't feel the reluctance of his two beloved disciples.

In those four or five hours.

Shi Wuwei's mind repeatedly recalled the time he spent with his master.

Although he has only studied by the master's side for less than half a year, he already regards the old man as a relative in his heart, like his grandfather.

He remembered that in the past few months, he had been blinded by hatred, so that he could not detect the feelings of those around him.

On weekdays, he only knew that he practiced martial arts and took revenge, but he did not fulfill his filial piety to his master, and he failed to take care of his sister. On the contrary, it is the junior sister who is taking care of herself.

In fact, at this time, he even began to doubt himself, wondering if he should be less obsessed with the hatred of the clan.

Because of his desire for revenge, he has affected the people around him.

Now the great revenge has not been avenged, and even the teacher has died early because of this.

Every time he thought of this, his heart would be even more remorseful.

"Uh......".

Suddenly, a loud exhalation sounded.

And this voice woke up the two people who were kneeling on the ground from their dazed state.

At this time, I saw that the old man was opening his eyes wide, exhaling the breath in his chest and lungs in pain.

A breath of turbid air dissipated like smoke. However, after knowing it for a long time, I still didn't see the old man inhaling again.

So, Mu Yiyi got up one by one and probed the pulse of the master's neck.

She found that there was no intention of beating, and her heart was light. Instead of letting the master breathe in such pain, it is also a good thing for the master to be relieved as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, he turned his head and said to his senior brother, "Senior brother, the old man has left. ”。

After Shi Wuwei heard the voice, he had to get up sadly, stretched out his hand to cover and closed the master's eyes. In my heart, I prayed, "Master, may you meet your old friends in the Nine Heavens and discuss with your sons." The apprentice will definitely take good care of his sister and not let her get hurt."

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