There were no cheers, no applause, not even a sound. The entire manor was suddenly as quiet as an empty city.
I don't know when the snowflakes stopped and the bonfire was completely extinguished, but the cold wind suddenly started blowing again, passing through the woods in the courtyard, and the earth seemed to be whimpering.
"Yes...I'm sorry..." the young man spoke with difficulty, his tone seemed sad.
This sentence was not spoken to Zhan Long, but to the girl behind him. He knew that the girl could not hear it, but he still had to say it himself.
Because only in this way can he express his respect. In his eyes, the girl is a living person, not a tool to be trampled on at will.
Only in this way can he express his heart, how much he wants to help the girl fulfill her wish, but at this point, he really tried his best. Sometimes the world is so cold and cruel.
The young man suddenly smiled again, and his smile was still so friendly and bright, just like the warm spring breeze, as if it was going to melt this ruthless world. He tried hard to comfort the girl, and his tone became very soft: "Live well..."
"
After saying these five words, he fell heavily on his back.
When the young man fell, Yu Xingyang's heart also sank, as if he had been trapped in a ten thousand-year ice cellar. He was so excited and surprised that he did not notice that when the young man cut Zhan Long's wrist, Zhan Long also
The sword was sent into the boy's heart, leaving only the hilt outside, and the sword blade had completely penetrated the chest.
"Okay!" I don't know who took the lead. Everyone finally applauded and started talking:
"Brother Zhan Long is really amazing. Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth."
"Yes, are the children pointed out by Brother Bai weak?"
"That sword was so fast and accurate, so beautiful..."
…
Yu Xingyang couldn't hear anything. He felt like someone had poured cold water on him from head to toe, and then his soul was drained. He stood there blankly. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He felt
There is no way to go and nowhere to go...
If you have ever seen a deaf and mute person cry suddenly, you will definitely be frightened, because they can't make a sound, they just make a "whimpering" sound in their throat, which sounds like a wild beast.
He grinds his teeth and turns purple, as if a person has suddenly gone crazy.
The girl is now in this crazy state. She is lying on the boy's body and crying loudly, but no matter how she shakes him, the boy will never wake up again. The eyes of the corpse are not closed, but she sheds a single tear.
Drops fell into the corpse's eyes.
However, in this place, on this occasion, no one would care about the tears of a peasant girl, let alone the existence of a person like her.
If she is alive, she no longer poses a threat to the Tian family; if she is alive, she is actually dead.
Amidst the praise, the girl suddenly pulled out the dagger from the boy's chest, and then stabbed it into her heart, and she slowly collapsed.
Until she also fell to the ground, the boy's eyes were still open and the smile on his face was still bright, as if he was repeating his last words before his death: "Live well..."
It is really too difficult to live, but it becomes easier to die.
Yu Xingyang took a deep breath and closed his eyes in pain. He had no right to intervene in the boy's fight, but he did not stop the girl from committing suicide because he understood them. From the moment the boy was killed, the girl's
Her heart truly died, she had completely lost hope and fell into eternal despair.
The most ruthless thing in this world is fairness. It is actually the most unfair, because the price it requires you to pay is really too great. Even if you must pay your life, you cannot get justice.
And justice is not bound to win. Even the eternal sunshine is sometimes obscured by dark clouds. Just like this private estate in Tianqing, isn't it also surrounded by darkness now?
Although the banquet became lively again, the dancers started performing again, and the wine and delicacies were served like water, Yu Xingyang suddenly felt very cold, a kind of coldness that felt like death, a kind of coldness that penetrated into the bones of his bones.
The two corpses had been carried away by the guards. No one mentioned what happened just now. It was as if nothing had happened here just now. Even the red-soaked snow was quickly swept away.
Yu Xingyang walked silently to Tian Qing, who was toasting to Jiaogu and others with a glowing face.
"Brother Tian!" Yu Xingyang said expressionlessly.
Tian Qing turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, it's disrespectful to greet him poorly. Please drink a few more drinks."
Yu Xingyang clasped his fists: "Brother Tian, say goodbye!"
Tian Qing said in surprise: "It's still early, why is Brother Yu doing this?"
Yu Xingyang didn't answer him anymore, and walked silently towards the gate of the manor with his sword in his arms. He didn't want to stay in this place for even a moment anymore.
Because he has regretted it. If he hadn't been the first to speak up before, things would not have gone in the opposite direction. Maybe the boys and girls can still survive now. It may be a bit humiliating, but it is much better than such a tragic death.
.
The only thing he can do now is to catch up with the guards and get the bodies. In any case, he hopes to bury these two people with his own hands, at least that way he will feel better.
He suddenly realized that he didn't even know the name of the young girl. He felt that he was really far behind that young man. He had no ability but didn't even have the courage to stand up. He was even inferior to that young girl. The young girl was even worse.
He had the courage to die generously, but he shrank among the well-dressed people from beginning to end.
What about the Wuxiang Divine Sword? He is completely like a dog, a dog that looks like a human and lives like a coward...
In a daze, the wind and snow increased again, and he found that he had unknowingly walked to the grass bank of a river in the suburbs, and then he saw the bodies of the young girl.
They lay side by side on a simple raft made of branches and dead grass, which was piled with dry firewood and dead wood.
When the poor die, they don't even have a coffin. They can only burn it with fire and let their souls drift in the wind. At least they will never be bullied again. Although they live a hard life, they die peacefully.
The boy did what he could, and the girl escaped from her tragic fate, so they both look peaceful now.
It is not easy for a person to die peacefully. For the first time, Yu Xingyang had a real sense of awe towards death.
Beside the grass, another boy in ragged clothes was holding a torch, gently took off the T-claw knife from the corpse's hand, and carefully wiped it clean with a piece of green and clear grass.
The boy looked younger, about twelve or thirteen years old, but his expression was unusually calm. He was neither angry nor sad. He seemed to have experienced countless joys, sorrows, and joys in his life, and he had also seen through the world.
After many separations, he just silently lit the dead wood and then slowly pushed the raft into the water.
A raging fire quickly ignited in the middle of the river. The flames shot up into the sky and flew in all directions. From a distance, they looked like colorful spiritual butterflies...
The end of the dancing may be the direction of heaven.
The young man knelt down by the river, put the smooth and emerald green bone leaf to his lips, and gently blew a low tune. The tune was slow and beautiful, as if it was a gentle fisherman's song. In this snow
The river swaying at night has a peaceful and profound artistic conception, but after listening to it for a long time, there is a sad smell floating in it, which makes people feel sad and unable to control themselves.
Yu Xingyang walked over slowly while the music was playing: "What kind of music is this?"
The young man put away the blades of grass and said in a very calm voice: "This song is called "Original Scenery of My Hometown"."
Yu Xingyang's expression became thoughtful: "Maybe it's a relief that he's gone. He won't be burdened too much. Maybe his soul can return to his hometown."
"Yes!" The young man stared at the river. The fire on the river was slowly extinguishing, and his eyes seemed to dim.
Yu Xingyang sighed slightly: "Do you know how he died?"
The young man remained calm: "I know!"
Yu Xingyang frowned and said, "But you don't look sad."
The young man said: "Maybe it's not time to be sad yet."
Yu Xingyang couldn't help but said: "Why?"
The young man was silent and said the same thing: "Because I want to live well. The more uncomfortable I am, the happier those people will be."
Yu Xingyang found that the young man in front of him was much stronger than he had imagined. These children from poor families had lived in hardship since they were young, and years had long hardened their character to be strong and determined.
"They won't be happy for long." Yu Xingyang also turned to look at the river, his eyes becoming thoughtful again, "Maybe he is right, what is the point of some people's lifelong battles? This great prosperity
The kingdom is not as prosperous as I see on the surface."
His eyes fell on the young man's hand again: "Little brother, can you let me see your knife?"
The young man finally hesitated: "This is no ordinary knife."
"I know." Yu Xingyang's expression became pious, "The first time I was defeated by it, its first-generation owner didn't even use this knife to attack me, but I was completely convinced by the defeat.
"
The young man's eyes finally showed a look of horror, and he noticed the Wuxiang Divine Sword in Yu Xingyang's arms: "You... are you..."
"I am!" Yu Xingyang nodded with emotion, "This is the second time I have seen this knife. I didn't expect that seven years had passed, and I didn't expect to see it under such circumstances...
…”
He couldn't say the next words because his heart was aching, so he couldn't continue.
The T-claw knife soon came into his hand, and he looked at it carefully, as if he was admiring a supreme magic weapon.
"What a blessing it is to get together, what a sorrow it is to say goodbye, what joy there is in life, what pain there is in death..." Yu Xingyang silently read the poem on the blade.
The poem was not long, only sixteen words in total, but to his feeling, what he read seemed to be his own life.
After a long time, he respectfully returned the hero's knife to the boy, and then he did something that no one expected. He threw the sword in his arms into the river with a "hula".
The young man seemed to be frightened by his amazing move: "Why don't you want your knife?"
Yu Xingyang said seriously: "Because compared with your sword, I don't think it deserves to be called a sword at all. It was the same seven years ago and it will be the same seven years later. It has never changed."
"But, your knife..." The young man hesitated.
Yu Xingyang seemed to know what he wanted to ask, so he immediately interrupted him and said leisurely: "The Wuxiang Divine Sword has only its name. It is a hero's knife, and it is worthy of the heart. Only a good man deserves a real sword. I want this
What is the use of the Phaseless Divine Sword?”
The young man hesitated and said, "Do you want my knife?"
Yu Xingyang shook his head: "I'm not qualified to use it, let alone own it. Just take it. You should be the heir of this generation, right?"
The young man was silent for a long time this time, and then slowly spoke: "My eldest brother told me before he left, that if something bad happened to me this time, I must use this knife well. If I really can't hold on, I must use it."
The knife is reserved for those who really need it. We must keep it well, use it, care for it, fight hard for the people we protect, and never back down..."
Yu Xingyang sighed: "He is indeed worthy of the honor of 'big brother', and he is also a real big brother!"
The young man nodded: "Yes!"
Yu Xingyang took a deep breath: "Excuse me, can I know your eldest brother's surname?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, then said silently: "His surname is Zheng, and his name is Zheng Ming."
Although the name was ordinary, Yu Xingyang recited it silently over and over again, as if he wanted to remember it in his heart. The names of each generation of owners of this sword are worth remembering forever.
Zheng Ming!
Or proof? Did Zheng Ming really prove something? Or does he need others to prove something?
After a while, he continued to ask: "What about you? Little brother, can I also know your name?"
The young man suddenly raised his head, and an indescribable sharp light suddenly appeared in his eyes. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be glowing. He looked calm, confident and determined:
