The moon shines on the empty mountains, and the mountains are silent.

The wind blows the laurel tree, and the ground in front of the door is golden.

In the deep forest, the cuckoo cries sadly, crying blood.

There was only a small courtyard with lights on the mountainside, and beyond the east wall, the old man with white eyebrows and white hair was alone in the new grave, sad and sad, and his tears had flowed.

Perhaps because of the rain yesterday, when the night of the past two days, the sky became a little cold, Xing Ke took a master's previous cloak from the house, came to the grave, draped it on the old man, and said softly with relief:

"Uncle, don't be so sad. I followed Master when I was thirteen years old, and in the past seven years, Master's poison has been getting longer and longer, and the poison has become more and more painful. Before he died, Master instructed me to comfort my uncle and not let him grieve too much. It's late at night, it's cold in the mountains, Uncle Shi or go back to the house with me, bitter wine to relieve a thousand sorrows, Ke prepared a pot of wine, willing to drink with Uncle Shi, and asked Uncle Shi to answer the little nephew, don't let me live up to Master's entrustment. ”

"Poison hair, you said your master was poisoned and died?"

"Well, I heard from the master that he was subject to the Gu poison of the Xiyue Kingdom for many years in his early years, and later he had to take the medicine, but because he delayed for too long, the residual poison on his body could not be completely removed, so he would be poisoned for many years, and the master would drink spirits to get himself drunk every time he missed his master, although the spirits could temporarily relieve the pain of the poison, but it would also exacerbate the poisonous gas and penetrate into the viscera. Xing Ke replied.

"Ah, I see...... It turned out to be like this...... "I saw that the uncle's expression was even more pathetic, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of guilt."

"Ah Ke, your master's illness and pain are all caused by me......

"I thought that if I got the antidote, your master would be fine, but who knows...... But who knows, it still tortured him all his life, and he finally died because of it...... He still covered it up so well, just so that I could spend this life with peace of mind, but now, I know all this, how can I not blame myself? I am so ashamed of my junior brother in this life, what face does it have in the world?" Master Xu Feng looked sad and remorseful, he was already more than ten years older than Xing Ke's master, and now he has passed the sixtieth birthday, in order to go to the appointment, he came from a long journey, but when he heard this bad news, he was extremely sad, and now he is even more haggard, and it seems that he is ten years older.

Xing Ke was not shocked when he heard what Uncle Shi said, but when he saw that he was pale, overly sad, and his face was bloodless, he sat on the ground in a dejected manner, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him back to the house, but Uncle Shi refused to get up as if he was nailed to the ground.

Xing Ke suddenly remembered the letter that the master had left for his uncle, and said:

"Don't do this, come back to the house with me first, Master has a letter on his deathbed asking me to pass it on to Uncle Shi, and it's in the house. ”

Hearing this, Uncle Shi was startled at first, and then stood up tremblingly, perhaps too sad, this generation of leaders who met at dusk and was still steady, but now he looks very old and weak, not as good as an ordinary old man without martial arts.

Uncle Xu Feng grabbed Xing Ke's arm and said intermittently and hurriedly, "Hurry up...... Quick, take me inside. ”

Xing Ke hurriedly helped Uncle Shi through the small courtyard to the house.

A remnant lamp in the room, glowing dimly.

On the tea table, there was a pot of turbid wine, two wine glasses, and a few plates of green vegetables.

Xing Ke helped Uncle Shi sit down at the table, poured a glass of wine and put it in front of Uncle Shi, went into the inner room and took out an envelope, handed it to Uncle Shi, and then sat down on the wooden bench on the other side of the table. I saw that the envelope read: Senior brother Xu Feng opened it personally.

Shibo trembled and unfolded the letter and silently read the Chinese characters of the letter:

Far away to brother:

When the respected brother reads the foolish brother's handwriting, I am afraid that heaven and man are separated. Far away by nature, obedient and depraved, only the master, senior brother, and Wanyi are lifelong relatives, and they are few in the world, and they have to meet a virtuous brother and a foolish brother. Since Wanyi's death, the apprentice has been a corpse, and the heart of dead wood has been spent like a year. Now that he is gone, he can reunite with Wanyi under the spring, his brother is very comforted, and his brother should not be sad.

My brother's internal strength is profound, and the poison of the barbarian countryside can help me? However, I am worried in my heart, depressed, and attached to the residual poison, accumulating in my chest, which cannot be discharged by the exercises. Now that he is gone, it is not caused by cruelty, it is all because of the flood of worries, and the roundabouts are repeated, and the life of this foolish brother, the respected brother does not need to be guilty.

The deadline is approaching, and my heart is indifferent, only the little apprentice Xing Ke is still missing. Ah Ke is like me, gifted and wise, sad in childhood, fierce in youth, but kind in nature, my brother entrusts him to my brother, and I hope my brother treats him well. In the year of this son's weak crown, he has been six or seven out of ten true descendants of his foolish brother, with outstanding qualifications and ambitions. Although the foolish brother has been indifferent all his life and has no intention of fame, he has passed the year of destiny and knows that he has no regrets in life, and he is the only way to be born. May the venerable brother learn the teachings, teach by word and deed, and help him to become a weapon.

So far, I feel nostalgic for my life, I don't feel stunned, and now I say goodbye to my brother, the rest of the year is long, the rain and the wind are blowing, don't forget to add clothes, and my brother cherishes himself.

Brother Yuanzhi respectfully

After reading the letter left by Yang Yuanzhi before his death, Uncle Xu Feng was in tears again, reached out and took the turbid wine in front of him, and drank it all.

Serve cold wine on your lips.

Sorrow and sorrow.

Uncle Shi settled down and said to Xing Ke: "Ah Ke, do you know what happened to your master back then?"

"In the early years, Master didn't say much. I followed Master, who taught me swordsmanship every afternoon, and I started drinking at dusk, often drinking until late at night, and then waking up at noon the next day, almost every day, and I didn't often talk to me about anything. ”

"Alas, then Uncle Shi will tell you about the events of the year today. Uncle Xu Feng sighed and said gloomily.

The wind blows, the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard are idle, the candles in the house are swaying, and under the lamp, an old and a young man tell the story of the year......

Fifty years ago, this Yang Yuanzhi, who had lost his home due to the war, lived on the streets, became a little beggar, slept in the open air, and was looked down upon. But in this chaotic era, there is no fairness at all, there is no most suffering, only more suffering. After several years in the market, the little beggar was arrested by the killer organization of the rivers and lakes, and after extremely cruel tests and training, after life and death, a few years later, the sixteen-year-old Yang Yuanzhi became the leader of the bronze killers of the Flame of the Hammer.

At that time, Han Qi Zhilie was snatching the martial arts secrets of the various major sects all over the rivers and lakes, and when Master Ling Qiuzi was the head of the Yunyan faction, the swordsmanship was exquisite, the exercises were profound, and he was famous in the rivers and lakes. However, Yunyanmen's swordsmanship is divided into ten levels, and the ordinary junior disciples under the sect have practiced to the fourth or fifth level, and the elders have also practiced to the seventh or eighth level, and only the head master Ling Qiuzi has practiced to the ninth level. The sect stipulates that all disciples in this sect must have a solid foundation and profound exercises before they can refer to and practice higher-level swordsmanship, otherwise they will be in a hurry and will go mad. Therefore, the high-level exquisite sword spectrum in the door can only be seen by the master of the sect, and he is only kept by him.

Yang Yuanzhi, who was the leader of the Bronze Killer of the Flame of the Han Dynasty, was ordered to steal the sword spectrum of this Yunyan Gate. Late one night, Master Tai Ling Qiuzi was meditating and cultivating in the Cold Smoke Pavilion, cultivating to a critical point, and was about to break through the ninth-level mark and be promoted to a master of the tenth-level realm. I don't know how this Han Zhilie is so well-informed, he actually knows that the sword spectrum is hidden in the dark compartment behind the stone wall in the Cold Smoke Pavilion, Yang Yuanzhi broke into the Cold Smoke Pavilion to see that Master Tai was meditating, and heard that he came to steal the book, but he didn't get up to stop it, and when he saw the beads of sweat on his forehead, and the heat all over his body, he immediately understood the reason, took the sword spectrum, stood in front of Master Tai, hesitated again and again, and finally did not make a killer, and jumped out of the attic window.

Yang Yuanzhi did not escape from the mountain gate, he met Han Yunhe, the master who was still the elder of Yunyanmen, Han Yunhe saw the fierce wicked people making trouble in the door, his heart was very angry, he pulled out the sword of attacking Yun, and stabbed Yang Yuanzhi fiercely, the name of the elder of Yunyanmen is naturally not false, not a few rounds, Yang Yuanzhi was defeated, and the sword spectrum in his arms shook to the ground, Han Yunhe saw it, first shocked, and then even more angry, and made a killing move, immediately saw the white blade through the throat, Yang Yuan's heart thought, this time he will definitely die, so he subconsciously closed his eyes. Suddenly, the sword in Han Yunhe's hand was bounced off, and then fell heavily to the ground. The two of them couldn't help but be taken aback, after all, there were not many people in the rivers and lakes who could bounce off Han Yunhe's sword, and by the moonlight, they saw an elder in a long robe coming from the stone steps of the inner courtyard, it was the head of the house, Ling Qiuzi.

Han Yunhe picked up the sword that fell on the ground again, went around to the side near the mountain gate, blocked Yang Yuanzhi's way, and said eagerly to the master: "Master, this fierce villain has come to rob the holy relics of my faction, why doesn't the master let me kill him?"

"Human nature is inherently good, good and evil are just the result of the environment, Yunhe, don't be too persistent. The master said to Han Yunhe, and then said to Yang Yuanzhi, who was on the ground at the moment:

"Just now in the Cold Smoke Pavilion, I cultivated to a critical juncture, you didn't harm me, I know that you are not a vicious person by nature, the fierce methods of the Han Zhu are harsh, the world is famous, for evil, maybe it is not your original intention, now, I will give you a chance to be reborn, whether to cultivate new good, or continue to be evil, you can choose for yourself. If you cultivate goodness, you will enter my Yunyan Gate today, and I will ensure that you will not be disturbed by the fierceness of the Han Qi in the future; if you continue to be evil, you can just go back, and the disciples in my sect will not hurt you in the slightest today. ”

Yang Yuanzhi thought about the suffering of the martyrs in the Han Qi over the years, and the hatred in his heart for the Han Zhi Fierce was no less than the people who were persecuted by him in the rivers and lakes, and he was only suffering from the poison called the dark night poppy in the bronze gate, so he had to do these bad things, and when he heard Ling Qiuzi say this today, he was extremely grateful in his heart, and he didn't care about life and death, so he immediately agreed to join the Yunyan Gate.

The bell rang six times, although it was late at night, not long after, more than 300 disciples of Yunyanmen gathered in the main hall. The head of the sect, Ling Qiuzi, personally removed the bronze mask on Yang Yuanzhi's face and held an entrance ceremony for him, but the head of the sect had already stopped accepting apprentices for many years, and now if he accepted him as a disciple, it would be unreasonable, and it would embarrass the elders in the sect, so he ordered his eldest disciple Han Yunhe to accept this apprentice. Although Han Yunhe was reluctant in his heart, his master's order was difficult to disobey, so he had to accept it.

Ten days before entering the Yunyan Gate, the poison of poppy incense attacked in the dark night, Yang Yuanzhi's face was pale, his hands and feet were twitching, it seemed that his life was not long, Master Tai brought it into Shennong Building, checked the classics, prepared a pair of strange medicines, and bathed it with medicine, and found the elders in the door to join hands to regulate his luck and qi, and reopen the veins.

In the next five years, Master Ling Qiuzi Xianyou, and his apprentice Han Yunhe took over as the head.

Master Han Yunhe already hated the fierceness of Han Yuanzhi, and it was a last resort to accept Yang Yuanzhi as an apprentice that day. In my heart, I always felt that Yang Yuanzhi was a person from the evil demon and the outer way, with improper mental skills and extremely vicious, and in the past five years, he has not taught him many skills in the door. Yang Yuanzhi's practice of the sword moves in the door was just learned by a child who had just entered the mountain gate. The other senior brothers in the door knew Yang Yuanzhi's origin, and they all avoided him, only the fourth senior brother Xu Feng, who was upright and generous, took care of him a lot, and also taught him a lot of sword moves in the door behind his master's back, and Yuanzhi was good friends with him.

On the third day of the sixth month, the disciples of the sect tried swordsmanship in Youyantai.

On the Youyan platform, the young children in the door are all doing their best, just to be able to leave a name in the elite list of the door, and raise their eyebrows.

Fu Qingge, the eldest disciple of Han Yunhe, used a move to pierce the clouds, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Yuanzhi's throat, and Yuan Zhi was defeated. This result was actually expected by Yang Yuanzhi. But who knows, the superior has been seen, the victory and defeat have been divided, the big disciple Fu Qingge is not only domineering, but also disrespectful, mocking the origin of the fierce Han Zhi Yuan, the young disciples who don't know the severity of the audience followed suit, the sound of ridicule came from all directions, Yuan Zhi lay on the ground, covered his ears, his expression was painful, the ridicule of the audience was unavoidable, like a sharp blade, the handle pierced into the bottom of his heart, he looked up at the viewing platform of his master Han Yunhe, on the high platform, Han Yunhe only looked at him with contempt, and did not stop the behavior of everyone. An inexplicable anger rolled in his heart, and then surged over his head, and his body was driven by anger, and once it exploded, it could no longer be controlled. Yuan Zhi suddenly picked up the sword that fell to the ground, and used the trick learned in the Bronze Gate of the Flame of Hanzhi, everyone saw a flash of green light, and the left eye of the eldest disciple Fu Qingge was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the blood flowed, and everyone was shocked.

On the fourth day of the first month of June, Han Yunhe, the head of Yunyanmen, expelled Yang Yuanzhi from the division for hurting his fellow disciples. Yuanzhi bowed in front of Master Tai's grave, and went down the mountain half a day later. The eldest disciple Fu Qingge has a prominent family background, and his father is the owner of Jinbi Villa, and when he learned that his beloved son was blinded by Yang Yuanzhi's eyes, he found a killer on the rivers and lakes and chased him everywhere to avenge his son.

One evening, Yang Yuanzhi escaped from the sword of the pursuer and fled to a quiet seaside town, seriously wounded, lying on the deserted beach, unable to move.

Blood stained the soft sand beneath him, and there was silence all around, except for the sound of the sea rising and falling and the hollow cries of seabirds.

Until the sun set below the surface of the sea, and the surroundings slowly darkened, suddenly, a pair of gentle hands turned him over, fed him some sweet water with a porcelain bowl, and bandaged his wounds with soft cloth.

Though he was too weak to open his eyes,

Though she was quiet enough not to make a sound,

But he knew that she was a gentle fisherman.

He could still smell the thick smell of dried sea fish on her cuffs,

He could feel her arm slender and soft.

He was too heavy for her to move, she tried several times, but each time she could only drag him a few feet away, on the vast beach, this distance was inconspicuous.

Exhausted, she finally gave up.

She rested his head on her knee and fed him a sip of water from time to time with a bowl.

There is no moon in the sky, not even a crescent moon, only stars in the sky, blinking, peeking into the secrets of the world.

The night was long, and she didn't close her eyes all night.

She couldn't drag him away, so she sat with him on the beach from dusk to early morning......

A down-and-out killer at the end of the world.

A lonely and lonely mute girl by the sea.

He has no home,

So she gave him one.

She doesn't have a surname,

From then on, his surname was also hers.

Perhaps she was destined to be the only warmth of his life, the only short and sweet dream.

Perhaps he is destined to make her still have some affection in this world, so that she will still have a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth when she finally leaves when she is seriously ill.

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