Chapter 14: Unsheathed

Xie Wuyi thought that no matter where such a man is, what kind of surname and identity should change, it should be vigorous.
But what Ye Fusheng told was a short and peaceful time.
The frontier was bitterly cold, and there were soldiers and casualties almost every day. Mo Yao said that the Ma Ge shroud was still there. Even if three inches of thin soil covered the body, it was already a great fortune. At the turn of the summer and autumn three years ago, the frontier barracks entered a group of recruits, including a strange man. Although he had a gray-faced face but a neat appearance, he had a wound on his right hand but acted neatly. Not an opponent.
He loves to joke and his temperament is not a figure in the barracks, but he is very popular. He patrolled with the five big and three thick men and returned to tears with their casualty robe.
At the end of that year, the nomadic tribes outside the Serbia were recruiting soldiers to commit crimes. There was a full-fledged Shangguan who buckled the army's pay. The halberd was covered with freezing blood, and the barren ground half-covered the stiff and incomplete corpses.
Over the past year, most of the death and death brothers and sisters were gone. He personally dug out the pits and sent these people into the nether world, and then heard that the guardian was preparing with pride.
More than 500 soldiers and soldiers, nearly a hundred servicemen, there are no more than ten at the moment. Everyone who survives is stepping on the bones of the victim.
Because the emperor Tian Gao was far away, the defender made false reports of casualties and exaggerated his achievements. In this way, people who are alive may eat food and earn money, and be promoted to make a fortune, but only a few silver money to die, and then a new one to replace the old, covering up all traces.
It was probably his first rage in his life, broke into the big account, bluntly dissuaded, and the defensive city guard ordered to press him out and fined him twenty military sticks.
Twenty military sticks fell, and the skin was fleshy. The man had suffered all but said nothing. Finally, when the defender rebuked the other soldiers, he grabbed a knife and cut off the abominable head.
The following commits and kills Shangguan. He has committed such a big crime that he should be beheaded and shown to the public, but he was kept.
The young man Tianzi had just returned from an unannounced visit to the feudal vassal of the prince. Hearing that the war was tragic, he came to monitor the follow-up arrangements.
On his way back to Beijing, Tianzi asked him, would he still be willing to serve the country?
The unshaven man has not spoken for several days, only at this time he raised his head and said that he would pay for the death and life of his home country, but beg to be honest.
Tian Ziyue said, "The courts of the court are all muddy waters. Even if I am the emperor, I will make a lot of helpless choices now. Since you are not used to it, what about being my chopping knife?"
When people are always powerful and unable to keep their minds, there is nothing to do in the world.
He didn't answer. It wasn't until the towering tower was in front that he answered and knocked deeply.
Since then, the world can no longer see the trace of this man, he finally cancelled his existence, turned into a sharp knife in the hand of the emperor, and hide the shadow in the dark together with the shadow of the same abandonment of identity.
Life and promise, until the dead.
Until a month ago, Beiman buckled the customs, and the war was frightened ...
"Then he died."
He still remembers that at that time, the rain and blood rained down, and he should have been trampled by muddy horses, but was rescued by the man, and he fought for half his life before killing the encirclement.
However, within ten miles of the area, the Beiman Garrison was located. The two of them were disabled, and even with their wings inserted, it was difficult to fly out of the sky.
At that time, the man asked him, did he have a will?
Ye Fusheng was poisoned and could not see anything. He had to lie on his back and thought for a while, saying that he still had an agreement that had not been fulfilled.
The man laughed, and he was also a ruined man. I also owed an appointment. It seems that we are destined to ruin.
Ye Fusheng laughed while coughing and said, "That's not enough. You put me down. I can delay you for a while and let you earn a life. There is still someone who can keep his promise."
The man was still laughing, did not answer him, but ran faster.
Three nights that night, they fled into a valley, and the barbarians behind them were hotly chased, and there was only a short time for them to breathe.
At this moment, the man hid him in a cave, took off his robe, took the knife in his hand, and then left the kit and jade, only hurriedly said "Don't come out" , Turned around and went out.
Ye Fusheng yelled a few times in a low voice, and no one answered, only the movement of the horseshoe shaking earth and rock gradually approached.
He shut his mouth, and soon, the clanging sounds of Bing Ge were endless.
Then, he heard howling of the wind, as if all arrows were firing.
"... He died so hurriedly that he didn't have time to say anything, just enough to put the sachet with jade in my hand, and then he went to die." Ye Fusheng lowered his eyelids. "I couldn't see him then. I ca n’t catch up with him, I do n’t know if he has turned around.

It wasn't until the next night that all the noise subsided, and the world was still as dead, did he fumble away from the cave, limped out of the valley, and heard the debates among the border refugees before he restored the truth from these fragmentary words.
The man found a body similar to his body and tied it to his back. He covered Ye Fusheng's robe on his body. He raised a frightened sword and fled desperately, leading the barbarians he chased out of the valley. Before the cliff, Wan Jian pierced his heart.
The candlelight in the room was unknown when it was extinguished. Only a little light from the window penetrated through, and the outline of Xie Wuyi was faintly visible. He was still sitting in front of Ye Fusheng, but he didn't speak, even the sound of his breath was unheard of, as if he had become a dead person.
After a while, Xie Wuyi said: "So it is."
"For duty's sake, I have investigated his origins, but Jianghu is not a court after all, and my knowledge is also very limited. I can only speculate from his swordsmanship and face that it may be a water cut-off soon after Ling Yunfeng's war The owner Xie Wuyi, but the others are not very detailed, thought that Xie Zhuangzhu was discouraged after the war, decided to withdraw from the rivers and lakes and turned into the temple, then ordered to stop the investigation. "Ye Fusheng twisted his eyebrows," After I got this piece of jade, I finally confirmed his identity, so I came here with a caravan and wanted to find out what it was, and then made plans, but I didn't expect ... "
"Unexpectedly, there is still a Xie Wuyi in the Broken Water Villa?"
Ye Fusheng smiled bitterly: "That's why, so when I saw the owner, I felt like I was stepping into the muddy water again."
"Do you regret it?"
Ye Fusheng smiled lightly: "Now that the water is falling, why do you regret it?"
He dragged his injured body not far away, because the man was born and died with him several times, and finally saved his life. Ye Fusheng felt that as long as his conscience had not been eaten clean by the dog, he was responsible for fulfilling his will. .
By now, Ye Fusheng finally understood that the intention that the man gave him this jade pendant was actually to hope that Ye Fusheng could return it to Xie Wuyi after he was born. Although the three-year contract was negative, it was a good thing. Confessed.
"Gou Li's life and death, how can he avoid evil because of misfortune ... He's a good morale, a great pride!" Xie Wuyi said coldly, "Since you have what you need, please take it easy."
Such a moody change of face, Ye Fusheng was not annoyed. He slowly poured himself a glass of water, and then drank it, then Shi Shiran stood up and said: "Then let's take a nap first, the owner also please have a rest."
After he left, Xie Wuyi sat alone in the dark room for some time, until a cold wind blew open the window, and the cold rain flowers swept in, and he stood up in shock.
In the past three years, Shen Dao has been very sick. Once the needle was broken, even though the internal force has gradually recovered, Xie Wuyi's body has been defeated. So suddenly he got a little dizzy after standing up, holding the table edge with one hand. .
After a while, his fingers caught the water-cutting scabbard, trembling, and then grabbed the long knife out of the door.
Turning into the back kitchen, regardless of the dozing servant, Xie Wuyi took a pot of liquor from himself, and then moved lightly to look at the sea tide.
The sea cliffs of Wanghai are steep, the wind is more rampant here, the rain is broken and the leaves are dancing endlessly, Xie Wuyi's clothes are hunted by the wind, like a lonely flag.
He patted the seal clay, took a sip, and then threw the jar down with a wave of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he jumped down and approached the bottom of the cliff. His left foot stepped on the right foot. The whole person walked on the water, and finally fell like a geese on a bluestone protruding from the water.
The big river was rough, and the spurting waves quickly wet the thin shirt on his body, making him cold.
The long knife came out of the sheath, and the three-foot green front illuminated the cold surface like snow.
He waved his sword, just as in the three years of uninterrupted martial arts practice, his internal force penetrated the meridians, pulled the knife to cut off the water, and smoothed the waves.
It wasn't until the exercises were exhausted and the marrow was cold that he raised his head to look into the distance of Shuitian.
It's almost now, but how late it is in late autumn, not to mention the wind and rain, Xie Wuyi looked at it for a long time, only to see the faint white in the distance.
"... It's dawning."
Note: Gou Li's life and death in the country, whether it is because of disasters and blessings-from Lin Zexu's "Go to the Deng Chengkou Zhan Shi Family".