Chapter 195: Washed clean by the rain

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The water splashed and then it rained, as if it had really been a spring rain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The air is moist, the sky is clear, the new wounds and old scars on the new tree in the courtyard add a bit of green, and the bluestones on the side of the old well where water flows out of the source of the water are washed away.

There are traces of sharpening knives left by Yin Huai on the bluestone, reflecting the sunlight, as if it can be used as a mirror.

The knife in Yin Huai's hand is the place where it has been washed by water the most times, so the knife is also the cleanest place, clean and has never been stained with filth or blood.

The knife is as clean as a mirror, and it can find the shadow of a person.

Yin Huai often looked at the knife in his hand, so his eyes were also stained with this kind of cleanliness, and Yin Huai often held such a clean knife, so the cleanliness of the knife also took root in his hand.

Some people say that people who are accustomed to seeing the sea are naturally broad-minded, people who are accustomed to seeing mountains and rivers naturally have ravines in their hearts, people who are accustomed to seeing streams are always happy, and people who are accustomed to ugliness are naturally always filthy.

For the time being, take such words as correct, that Yin Huai's eyes, Yin Huai's hands most often touch this incomparably clean knife washed by water.

There is both cleanliness and natural killing.

Now Yin Huai's eyes are only clean, and his hands have not been stained with a little blood.

So, where did the knife kill?

The string of wind chimes outside the study was also very clean, glowing with a faint amber brilliance in the sun, which was often found in the wine glasses used by generals.

The wind chimes are just ringing, but they are not stained with a drop of water, and the bells can penetrate into the depths of people's souls.

Wind chimes that have been stained with water are not so clear and ethereal.

But wind chimes that have been cultivated many times by water can have such an ethereal spirit.

The general knew these truths, and naturally knew that his distressed and even beloved wind chimes had been washed by countless spring rains.

But knowing is only knowing, there is no dissatisfaction, and there is no resentment.

The general already liked the ethereal sound of wind chimes, just as another shadow under the moon many years ago liked the ethereal sound of wind chimes.

After so many years, he heard such an ethereal bell again, why should he be resentful, why should he be dissatisfied?

Moreover, he met the son of the old man.

At this time, there was not a drop of dew in the wind chimes, because the general was in the courtyard.

Yin Huai waved his knife, and the water mist splashed was much smaller than before, but it could still be called water mist.

Yin Huai was shrouded in a fog.

The general stood outside the fog.

Yin Huai didn't know that when the general first saw him, it was somewhat similar to today's situation, except that the fog that day was a raging flame, but today's fog was countless clean mist.

The general looked at Yin Huai quietly.

Yin Huai knew that the general was watching him, but he didn't stop.

I'm going to leave tomorrow, and I'm going to say something today.

Yin Huai obviously didn't have such a consciousness, he didn't like to talk in the first place, and when he arrived in the Daimyo's mansion, he still didn't like to talk, he was more willing to see, listen, and do than talk.

He's doing it right now.

He held his breath.

The knife was tucked in front of his chest, and then, the knife was raised high.

Then, it fell heavily.

The knife has been sharpened enough after two years of sharpening, as sharp as a rare knife in the world, and no one would have thought that this knife turned out to be just a bayonet the size of a palm.

It grew a lot, sharpened a lot, and although its shape didn't change, it still grew a little longer.

That was what happened after Xia He turned into smoke after the sea of flowers burned out that day.

After that day, until today, two years later, the knife seems to have changed little, not sharper, and not sluggish.

Where did Yin Huai's two years of tempering fall?

Maybe only Yin Huai knows, maybe the two years of grinding are just a continuation of the habit of two years ago.

The general had thought that unless a sharper knife was added, there would be no other drastic changes.

Originally, I thought it would last until the general saw the end of the water split by Yin Huai.

That knife can cut through the flow of water.

Even if it is only a moment, it is enough to call it a miracle.

This is the silver lining.

Next is the click of the knife.

The familiar click, the sound of the stones used to decorate the edge of the flowing water.

Then the stone broke.

The clicking came to an abrupt end.

The stirring mist also came to an abrupt end.

The general was silent, and Yin Huai was silent.

The click of the knife seems clumsy, but it can break stones.

A glimmer of heaven seems innocent, but it can cut off water.

Such a knife can cut even water, and naturally it can also cut off the sorrow in the enemy's heart, and the enemy will naturally have no worries when he dies.

The general finally saw that the knife was used to kill.

The knife style is used to kill, the knife is used to kill, and Yin Huai's clean hands are also used to kill.

The general seemed to have some doubts in his heart, who deserved such a great hatred from such an immature teenager, and what kind of hatred would make such a taciturn teenager study and practice the technique of killing people diligently every day?

After thinking for a while, the general figured it out, and he glanced at a cloud in the north.

Then he glanced again at the south, where there were no clouds in the sky.

Even if he figured it out, the general was still not relieved.

He began to think about the rights and wrongs of his actions.

Then I saw Yin Huai's clean eyes that seemed to pretend to be a clean lake, and there seemed to be no waves in those eyes.

The general could only see the calm in those eyes, but this calmness relieved him.

He needed such a clean and calm knife.

Yin Huai has never killed anyone, but he is ready to kill people or kill gods every moment.

Man doesn't have to kill, but God does.

This is what Yin Huai thought.

The two looked at each other, the calm in Yin Huai's eyes made the general relieved and at the same time made him a little happy, the joy and pity in the general's eyes naturally fell in Yin Huai's eyes, and even Yin Huai's eyes have always been very good, so good that he can even see the faint madness behind those joys and pities.

Seeing that madness, he also knew the root of the madness.

Yin Huai has known a lot of things in the past two years, the general has been drunk many times, and there have been many times when Aunt Mei has asked Yin Huai to send hangover soup to the general.

In this way, Yin Huai knew the general's dream, the moonlight in the dream, the wind chimes in the moonlight, and the girl in white who was holding the wind chimes.

The general told him his dream, and Yin Huai had even seen that dream, and he saw the false dream in the half of the moon that the general summoned when he was drunk.

Later, the general told him that it was his life.

The moonlight, the wind chimes, and the mountains in the distance were all his life.

He cultivated such a life, or a dream.

Yin Huai knew everything, but he hid so many things, but his eyes were still so clean and calm.

It has been washed by the rain countless times.

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Good luck to you. Chapter I. I can't find a reason for the break a few days ago, I can only say that I'm a little tired, and now I'm back, so it's even more, well, there should be less time like that in the future, and there is another chapter today.