[Jianwang 3] You have not returned yet

Chapter 6

Even though it is snowing and deep winter, Wanhua Valley is still warm and blooming in spring.

Three Stars Watching the Moon, Luoxing Lake, Valley of Unfeeling, Sunny Sea.

The garland that Nian'er wove along the way wanted to give to his dear master, but the master put it on his head.The sea of ​​flowers is huge, and Nian'er doesn't know where Master is taking him, so he can only hold onto the hem of Master's clothes and follow closely.The flowers in the sea of ​​flowers are still so luxuriant and tall, Nian'er walked a little hard, suddenly she felt that Master stopped, and then a strong arm hugged herself, Nian'er quickly hugged Master's neck happily, in the presence of Master Rubbing and rubbing on the face.

It didn't take long to walk, but after walking into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, Nian'er almost fell asleep, and finally felt that Tibetan sword had stopped.She straightened up and wanted to call out to Zang Jian, but found that Zang Jian's face was filled with pain, Nian'er blinked and followed Zang Jian's gaze.

There is a tomb in Huahai Zhongli, next to the tomb is a silver gun. Nian'er remembered that the gun belonged to the general. Later, the master gave the general a more powerful gun, so he added that gun to the master.The name on the tomb terrified Nian'er, she jumped out of her arms holding the sword and hid behind him, looked up at him, only to find that the delicate brows were furrowed even deeper, and even her eyes sparkled.Nian'er looked away again, walked carefully to the edge of the tomb, and then squatted down.

The name of the general is engraved on it.

Nian'er stretched out his small hand and stroked it, it was so cold.

"Master..." Nian'er looked up at Master, but as soon as she looked up, she found that Zang Jian's face was already covered with tears. She had seen Master cry, but this was the first time she saw Master's expression like this.Nian'er didn't understand, she was smiling all the time, why did the strong and stubborn master show such a sad expression.

Because he lost the most important thing...

Zang Jian took two steps forward, the tassel on the gun beside the tomb swayed with the wind, and with a "bang", the Zhiyan Duanchen behind Zang Jian plunged into the soil with some broken bluestone slabs under his feet, the sound was so loud that the young man I feel that Zhiyan Duanchen is crying.The tassel on the gun swept over Zhiyan Duanchen, Tibetan sword knelt on the ground, leaned forward and leaned on the tombstone, with his head resting on it, the tears falling from his eyes fell on the tomb, and countless broken flowers bloomed .

"Iron prison...Iron prison..."

Zang Jian called Tiance's name over and over again,

As if trying to wake up the person in the tomb, his voice was hoarse and painful.

His most important person and his most important destination are buried here.

A love that can't be parted even until life disappears.

I met here at first, and I met this person who should have met but missed in the end.There is no sound in the grave, and there are tears outside the grave.Nian'er buried her head, not knowing why there was a general's tomb here, why her master was so sad, she went up to help her master wipe away the tears, but he still kept crying, the temperature of the tears was too scorching, Nian'er panicked, she didn't want to see her master cry like this, so she hugged him and called him softly, but Zang Jian never responded to her, Nian'er stood aside, looked at the green tomb , quietly wiped away tears.

She actually realized that the General likes Master, the way he looked at Master, the smile he said to Master, and the time he waited patiently for Master outside the Jianjian Hut, when he embraced Master with a happy face... How could Master not be sad when such an important person disappeared.She saw the general being kind to her master, and she giggled happily. The lifesaver was with the two people who treated her best. Don't mention how happy the year is, but now only the master is left, what should he do... …

It wasn't until the sun was setting and the stars were rolling that Nian'er woke up from the embrace of the hidden sword.

I don't know when, Nian'er fell asleep crying and crying so tired, sniffing the smell of Tibetan Jian, Nian'er rubbed against his arms, and had to wake up.

The bright moonlight shone on Zangjian's body, like a sad veil, against the white hair, Zangjian's sleeping face looked more and more delicate, but in Nian'er's eyes, his master immediately became old, with a face that was originally full of sadness. His smile is now nothing but sadness.She raised her hand to caress Zang Jian's cheek, but Zang Jian opened his eyes.

"Master..." Nian'er called out obediently, and slipped into Zang Jian's arms again.

"Are you awake?" Zang Jian patted his beloved apprentice's heart, the corners of his mouth curled up, worried that she would wrap Nian'er in his arms again in the cold.

"Um……"

"Scared you during the day, Nian'er."

"It's nothing, I know...Master is really sad, after all, it's the general..."

"Nianer..."

"Master, it won't be like the general who left Master...You should also leave Nian'er..."

"I, I can't bear to part with Nian'er, Nian'er is the most obedient and obedient. However, I have exhausted all my energy when casting the ruined city. At the cost of my own lifespan and internal strength, my body really can't hold it anymore... If I say that, Nian'er, you can understand..."

"...Master, can Nian'er pretend not to understand, so that Nian'er won't lose his master too..."

Zang Jian smiled wryly, and hugged the person in his arms who was about to cry.He was reluctant to part with his years, just like an iron prison was reluctant to part with himself, but no matter how reluctant, the iron prison still left, and his body could no longer hold on.Zang Jian is very clear that one life is one life, and he has made such a decision, so he must be worthy of his choice.

It's like the iron prison chose to let go of the ruined city at that moment, and hugged itself tightly.

Iron prison.

"Nian'er has lost his parents, the general, and can't lose his master anymore!" The man in his arms still cried out, clutching the clothes holding the sword tightly and crying uneasily.

"Nianer..."

"I don't want that! I don't want to lose Master again!"

"I said, Nian'er. Master's life was bought by Tielao on the battlefield for me. Now that I know that my time limit is running out, of course I should follow Tielao."

"Then Master, did you ever think that if you leave like this, Master Fangzhi, Master Master, Lord Zhuang... and so many senior brothers and sisters will be so sad and sad! In this year, I only have Master as my relative! Have you thought about it!"

If it was changed to the previous age, I am afraid that such words would never be said, but when a person realizes that he is about to lose something important, even a dying person will fight hard.Such a young age makes Cang Jian feel extremely gratified, and he is happy for her from the bottom of his heart.

She is still so young, so she has the awareness to protect her important things, not as late as herself, and she will not regret it until she loses it.

"Nian'er, don't cry," Zang Jian smiled bitterly, wiped the tears from the corners of Nian'er's eyes, and hugged her tightly, "Life and death have their own destiny, and I can't violate it. Besides...I want to be in an iron prison...I really want to I really miss him... If I don't go to him again... I'm afraid I won't find him..."

When a person understands that he depends on the last person, he is destined to have that person in his life.

He's just an ordinary guy, he can't hide.

"Master..."

"I was also thinking that if I hadn't insisted on going to the battlefield that day, the Iron Prison would not have protected me at that time. He would definitely be able to break out of the siege, survive and win the battle, and come to see me again... But it all happened, Even if I regret it, it's useless, only when I still have consciousness, do the last thing I should do...it doesn't matter, as long as I can go to his side, as long as it's him..."

Nian'er felt that his master was hugging him tightly as if he was going to crush him, but this was the grief of losing something important to him. Nian'er buried his face in the arms of the hidden sword, using his flesh and blood to experience the loss of not being able to get it. Perfect love.

If you can't stop it, then make it happen.

"Master," Nian'er raised his head, the determination in his eyes was exactly the same as Tibetan sword, "Do you want to go to the general's side..."

"Ah," like the day I went to send Yuqing Xuanming, Zang Jian didn't give an accurate answer, but Nian'er could understand what his master was thinking, "I can't wait..."

At that time, the smile of the Tibetan sword blooming on the corner of the lips, fascinated by the moonlight, messed up the sea of ​​flowers, and bid farewell to the rest of my life.

Nian'er woke up in the arms of the hidden sword the next day, the fragrance of flowers was still there, the singing of birds was still the same, the warm sunshine was breaking on the green mound, Zhiyan Duanchen and the silver spear depended on each other, Nian'er moved, and the light in his eyes shone.

"Master..." Nian'er called out in a milky voice, but it was unexpectedly hoarse.

Hidden sword did not respond.

"I will start from today... I will still practice my sword hard. I am not afraid that the epee is too heavy. I will obediently listen to the words of the master, stop eating so many candied haws, and stop being naughty to play with the master's long beard. Skip class with my juniors again... I won't, ever bother Master Fangzhi to forge weapons... eat well and work hard to grow taller...then...grow up...protect Master..."

There was no warmth in Zang Jian's arms, but Nian'er kept burrowing into his arms, tears dripping one by one on the golden robe, turning into deep broken flowers.

"I will also study hard...be a good girl...don't fight with my seniors...be quiet...and...and..."

Not getting an answer from Zang Jian, Nian'er cried even harder.

"Woooooo...Master...Master..."

It was like Tibetan sword leaning on the tombstone and calling Tiance's name, Nian'er hugged Tibetan sword tightly and cried over and over again.

They just didn't get a response.

Zang Jian's arm was already stiff, but he still hugged Nian'er tightly, as if he was protecting something important.Nian'er buried his head in tears and cried more and more, not for any other reason, but because no one in this world could give him such a warm and peaceful embrace.

The birds on the trees spread their wings and flew away, and the Valley of Thousand Flowers is still spring as before.

Langqing entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and the horse under her body flew into the sea of ​​flowers. When she raised her back, there were flowers everywhere. The breeze in the valley blew across her cheeks, without the bloody smell of the battlefield.

When she arrived not far from Master's tomb, she found that someone was already there.Lang Qing got off the horse and patted the horse's neck to signal it to go somewhere else. After taking off the two jugs of wine from the horse's back, Lang Qing walked over.

The golden robe, Gao Wan's bun, and the epee behind him are the disciples of Hidden Sword Villa?Is it an old friend of the man in the tomb?Lang Qing walked over, and saw a woman, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, facing the tomb where there were bouquets of flowers and sacrificial offerings, and there were also those in front of her master's tomb.

When I came here every year, some people also came to pay homage not long ago, and there were the same things for offering sacrifices in front of the two tombs, and it was like this every year.Lang Qing really wanted to know who it was, but she missed it every year. When she wanted to give up, she let herself meet him this year.

Perhaps sensing someone coming, Nian'er raised his head, not far from him stood a woman dressed as a strategist, holding a Bachi gun in one hand, and two jugs of wine in the other, and found that he turned his head, She came over.Nian'er blinked, then got up and stood up.

"Come to visit your master?" Nian'er was about to speak, but she was preempted by Lang Qing. She knelt in front of Tiance's grave, opened a jug of wine, and poured it down.

"Eh? You know me?" Seeing that the woman in front of her was also pouring wine in front of her master's grave, she began to size up secretly.

"Well, I heard from Master that Ye Shanju had an apprentice next to her, a very beautiful girl. Ye Nian'er, we were the same age at that time." Facing the grave, he clasped his hands sincerely and clasped his head three times. Langqing raised his head. Looking at Nian'er.

"Master?"

"The man in the grave, Li Tielao, my master."

After finishing speaking, Lang Qing raised her hand to caress the very clean tombstone with a wry smile, her fingers brushed over the name engraved on it, and her heart was agitated.Sitting next to Langqing, Nian'er also looked at the two graves next to each other, his eyes moistened.

I can't be together for the rest of my life, at least don't let them be separated in the end...

"I haven't heard the general say that he actually has a disciple who is the same age as me."

"Master raised me as his own daughter, don't say you don't know, even your master probably doesn't know. Besides, if those stinky men in the military camp know, then it's okay?!"

Nian'er froze for a moment, then laughed, probably a girl who grew up in the military camp was destined to be so forthright.Lang Qing also opened another jar of wine with a smile, took a sip, and gave it to Nian'er.

"This is my master's favorite wine, try it."

"But, but my master forbids me to drink, I won't..."

"Just take a sip, Quan will drink it for your master."

Looking at the wine in the altar, and then at the master's tombstone next to him, Nian'er lifted the wine jar and took a sip, it was just a small sip, but it was so strong that Nian'er immediately choked and burst into tears, Lang Qing hurriedly helped her go, but found that Nian'er's tears fell into the wine jar drop by drop.

"I'm fine... I just... miss Master..." Nian'er lowered her head, borrowing the strength of the wine, she couldn't hold back her tears, her pretty face was covered with pear blossoms.

"That's right, it's been ten years..." It's impossible to say that you don't want to miss Master. Langqing is an orphan rescued by his master from the battlefield. He carefully treats her wounds and buys clothes that girls like. He Xiaobaier also specially invited the military lady in the mansion to teach him how to be a female star. How could such a careful master leave him suddenly, how could he not be sad, how could he not miss him.

Nian'er was crying on the sidelines, but Langqing could only smile wryly and didn't stop her, maybe crying would make her feel a lot better.But Nian'er is also a grown girl, and she understands how embarrassing it is to cry so openly, she wiped away her tears, glanced at Langqing who seemed to be watching a good show, and smacked her lips.

"Actually, I'm still dissatisfied with whether I did the right thing or wrong that day..."

"What did you do that day?"

"That night my master and I looked at the general's grave, and the master cried and told me...he misses the general. Even though there is a lot of reluctance, I understand that this world can no longer keep the master, and the master has no intention of leaving It exists in the world. I asked him if he wanted to go to the general, and the answer was predictable. That is my master, my most important master, as long as it is what he wants, as long as he is willing, I will fulfill it he……"

"Could it be that……"

How could it be possible for the daughter of the Tang Sect killer and the five poison Gu masters not to be able to concoct one or two highly poisonous substances, but she never imagined that one day the meth that she personally concocted would fall into the mouth of the person she loves the most.

Unexpectedly, such pain, the pain in my heart is indescribable.

The first time Langqing met Nian'er, she watched her cry from beginning to end.Growing up in the Tiance Mansion, she always thought it was a weak act for a woman to cry blindly in this world, but the only difference was Nian'er, her tears were too scorching, which woke her up What's inside.

Looking at Nian'er in front of him, Langqing seemed to see the gentle Ye Shanju that the master talked about.

It is this tenderness that makes the tears of the person in front of me so distressing.

"Don't cry anymore," Lang Qing wiped away the tears for her, her eyes were red from crying, "If your master sees it, you girl won't let your master worry."

After hearing this, Nian'er wanted to refute something, but felt that he was justified, so he quickly wiped the tears off his face.

"I think, your master must be very grateful to you." Lang Qing brushed her fingers over the tombstone hiding the sword, and the proud smile of the master when he mentioned the person he loved appeared in his mind, which was Lang Qing's favorite smile.

Thank her for letting herself go, thank her for letting herself go to his side.

Looking at Langqing's smile, Nian'er suddenly remembered that after taking the medicine he gave him that night, Cangjian actually praised himself for such an incredible skill, and hugged him tightly while crying, but Cangjian was still smiling I told myself that if I become proficient in swordsmanship in the future, I must use the long sword in my hand to protect important people, and never fight with others.Learning martial arts is not to win anyone or to gain the approval of others, but to pick up the sword in your hand to fight against tens of thousands of troops for that important person when necessary.

At that time, Zang Jian kept smiling slightly, looking at the bright moon, and the words he spit out seemed to be answering someone in the distance.

Her master, from the beginning to the end, was as gentle as the wind blowing Bihe.

Nian'er finally laughed and cried completely, and threw herself into Langqing's arms.

In West Lake, the snow is like flying flowers in May; in Tiance Camp, the green blood and silver guns wash away the towering.

One life is one life, and it is difficult to complain about parting sorrow.

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.