It was already late at night, and Fan Xian stood alone beside the sword pit, staring at the densely packed swords in the pit, which looked like rice grains and pierced the top of a tree in the sky. He was standing at the same position as Wang Shisan. Lang station location. In fact, when he had the last conversation with Si Gu Jian in the inner room, he vaguely heard Thirteen Lang's silent crying. The crying was silent, but in fact it was still audible.
At that time, there was no one else in the depths of the sword hut, and the issues Si Gu Jian discussed with Fan Xian were so important that even Jian Tong was driven far away, leaving only Thirteen Lang guarding outside the house. Fan Xian understood that Si Gu Jian used this to express his attitude. He trusted his closed-door apprentice, and Fan Xian also trusted Shisan. The future of Dongyi City depended on the cooperation between Shisan Lang and Fan Xian. Si Gujian wanted Thirteen Lang to learn more from this conversation, and Fan Xian also hoped that Thirteen Lang could understand something different from the domineering formula he dictated.
This was a silent, mutual understanding of each other, but Wang Shisanlang fell into a depressed mood at the time and couldn't help himself, and he didn't know how much he had listened to and how much he had understood.
The sword hut disciples filed into the house silently, Fan Xian naturally would not go in again, he would not be arrogant enough to think that Si Gu Jian would really regard himself as the most important and most important person in the world because of his mother's relationship and these few encounters. The young man who is close to him is willing to stay with a Qingchen before he dies.
When the Grand Master was dying, he would of course be willing to stay with the thirteen disciples he had cultivated by himself.
At this time, Si Gu Jian should be explaining the funeral affairs in the house. Many of these funeral affairs are related to Fan Xian, or Dongyi City must cooperate with Fan Xian's affairs. Fan Xian is inconvenient to eavesdrop, so he sighed and walked Walk towards the outside of the sword hut.
He didn't know if Si Gu Jian's death could suppress Yun Zhilan's backlash, and Fan Xian had no way to confirm this matter.
After walking out of the Jianlu Gate, the subordinates of the Overwatch Council and the etiquette officials from Dongyi City greeted him with different expressions on their faces. Fan Xian shook his head, and then, accompanied by everyone, walked up to the mountain residence.
What are you waiting for? Waiting for the fall of a generation of strong men, waiting for a great master to leave this world, a shooting star that fell from the sky? Fan Xian sat on the chair, propped his jaw and meditated, insects and frogs began to sing around the sword hut, the breeze was bright and the moon was bright, the sea breeze in the distance was slightly damp and salty, and the shadow of the moon was blurred.
At this time, he was sitting by the garden near the cliff of the mountain residence, looking at the thatched cottage building not far away through the stone gate, letting the moonlight shine on his body, adding a bit of chill that was out of season. The faint light in the depths of the thatched hut has been on all the time, and it seems to be going on forever. Si Gu Jian, who is dying, should still be making a final confession with his disciples. I don’t know if there will be any disputes in the hut at this time. , is there any change.
The thirteen sons of Jianlu worshiped Si Gu Jian from the bottom of their hearts. Presumably no one would dare to deceive their master and destroy their ancestors, but what about Yun Zhilan
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the faint light in the depths of the grass. He suddenly raised his head to look at the moon, and saw the moon marks that had drawn a long track in the sky. Only then did he realize that he was sitting quietly on the mountain residence. The hour, the night has been so deep that it can no longer be pulled back.
When he looked back, he saw that in the flower garden halfway up the mountain dwelling, the petals were blown by the wind, and a shadow followed the angle of the moon, quietly coming to his side.
Fan Xian asked softly, "The injury is healed? Why don't you stay in Jiangnan and insist on coming back?"
Shadow stood in the shadow of Shimen, looked indifferently at the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, and said, "No one knows I'm back."
Fan Xian had always been worried that His Majesty would be suspicious and murderous towards Chen Pingping because of the relationship between Shadow and Sigu Jian, so he forcibly sent Shadow back to Jiangnan, but he didn't expect that the other party suddenly appeared in Dongyi City at this time. Without thinking too much, Fan Xian understood why Shadow came here, sighed and said, "Do you still hate him now?"
After a moment of silence, the shadow said: "Hate. But when the sword pierced his chest, the hatred has already vented a lot."
"It's just that there are some things I still can't understand." Shadow looked at the faint light in the thatched cottage, and said, "Even if his father treated him indifferently, his mother was harsh to him, and everyone in the mansion humiliated him, they are his relatives after all." , why did he want to kill? What about me? I am the only one in the house who regards him as his elder brother, why does he even want to kill me? "
Fan Xian looked at him and said, "You're not dead, are you?"
Shadow's body trembled slightly, it was obvious that his injuries hadn't healed, and the injuries in his body made his mind not as strong as it was in its heyday.
"He's dying."
"Everyone is mortal." Sitting under the stone gate, Fan Xian patted the rough stone surface lightly, and said, "It's shocking and inexplicable that you big brother can live for so long."
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The lights in the depths of the Sword Hut are extremely dim, and it seems that they may go out at any time. The thin Si Gu Jian had already sat up from the quilt, washed his face once, combed his hair again, and on his indifferent face, there was a power that one dare not look directly at.
Yun Zhilan, the head apprentice of Jianhu, supported the master's arm and helped him to sit on the bed. Wang Shisanlang brought the water basin outside and poured the sewage into the sword pit of the Holy Land, and then went back to the house to help the elder brother Support the master. The thirteen sons of the Jian Hut, except for the first disciple who was next to Si Gu Jian, the other eleven disciples all knelt before the collapse, their faces were full of sorrow, and some of them had wet marks at the corners of their eyes.
Si Gu Jian stared at the third child and the fourth child with a clear and indifferent gaze, without specifically explaining to them, he asked softly, "Do you remember what I said earlier?"
The sword hut disciples kowtowed in response: "I would like to follow Master's order."
The funeral of Dongyi City was settled in this way. Although the disciples of Jianlu had already guessed the master's intentions from the movements in the past few months, they did not expect that the master would bet on Fan Xian. Such big stakes, such comprehensive support. It's just that at this time, all the disciples were confused, sad, and fearful, but no one dared to raise any objections in front of the master.
Even Yun Zhilan remained silent.
Si Gu Jian's speaking speed became more and more gentle, and the emotion on his face became lighter and weaker, and he looked more and more like an uninjured, moody grand master who didn't show his emotions. Yun Zhilan was supporting the master by the side, feeling empty in his heart, knowing that this was a flashback, an unstoppable sense of sadness began to pervade the room.
And Thirteen Lang may have cried enough before, but now he is extraordinarily calm.
"What time is it?" Si Gu Jian took two deep breaths and asked softly in a hoarse voice.
"It's almost dawn." Yun Zhilan replied respectfully and gently from the side. It took a whole night to deliver Dongyi City's last words that night, and I don't know what kind of backhand Sigu Jian set up after sending Dongyi City out with both hands.
"When you do anything, once you make up your mind to do it, you must do it to the extreme. Just like after Jianlu, since I chose him, you must help him to the extreme. Since it is a big gamble, you must To put all the capital up, any self-examination and repetition will be an unbearable pain for Dongyi City, do you understand?"
Si Gu Jian sat on the bed, his eyes slowly flicked across the disciples on the ground, and finally fell on Yun Zhilan's face.
Yun Zhilan was silent for a long time, then nodded.
Si Gu Jian gave a very rare smile, he knew his first disciple very well, as long as he promised to do something, he would definitely do it.
"Help me to the mountain to have a look. It's almost dawn, I want to... have a look." An ominous ho-ho sound suddenly sounded from Si Gu Jian's chest. With the sound of water, Grandmaster's face also began to show a strange whiteness.
Yun Zhilan groaned in his heart, and tightened his master's thin arm, while Wang Shisanlang also supported Si Gujian's other arm. The two brothers looked at each other, and carefully helped Si Gu Jian off the bed.
The second disciple of Jianlu, who was kneeling at the front of the bed, walked forward on his knees, supported Si Gu Jian's feet as fast as he could, and put on the rotten straw sandals for him, but Si Gu Jian had been bedridden for more than a month, suffering from poisonous injuries It erupted in an all-round way, and both feet were already swollen. After wearing the straw sandals, one could see the marks where the swollen areas were strangled by the straps of the straw sandals.
Si Gu Jian didn't seem to feel anything, just sighed comfortably. The second disciple knew that the master's feet were unconscious, so he stroked those feet lightly, and tears dripped onto the stone floor in front of the bed.
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The moon is like a hook, gradually disappearing in the grayish sky. Most of the sky above Dongyi City is still dark and dark blue, only the white belly of the fish is exposed in the east. Fan Xian, who had been sitting at the stone gate all night, felt exhausted, rubbing his temples to keep himself from falling asleep. Suddenly he opened his eyes, stood up abruptly, saw the lights in the back of the thatched cottage suddenly go out, and knew that the funeral of Dongyi City had been explained... However, immediately after, he saw a scene that would be deeply rooted in his heart many years later. Scenes.
In the distance, the Sigu sword wearing sackcloth, the thin and short Sigu sword, with the support of Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, accompanied by all the disciples of Jianlu, left the thatched cottage, along the mountain path of the thatched cottage, It was extremely difficult and extremely silent, and even solemnly walked towards the back mountain of Jianlu.
Standing behind Fan Xian, Shadow also saw this scene, silent and speechless.
Indistinctly, it seemed that Sigu Sword, who was exhausted and withered, looked back when his disciple was helping him up the mountain. That glance was at the stone gate of the mountain dwelling. The future Fan Xian still represents the shadow of his younger brother in Dongyi City's childhood memories.
Fan Xian and Ying Ying stood silently at the entrance of the mountain, watching the procession marching towards the top of the mountain. The two of them stood straight, perhaps to show their respect for the great master. mixed with any other emotion.
The Grand Master's body was thin and short, and with the support of Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, he was almost invisible. The sackcloth on his body was floating in the morning wind, and his feet in straw sandals did not touch the ground at all.
The mountain behind the thatched hut was not high, and there was an entire mountain from the mountain gate where Fan Xian and the two were located, not far away. In a short while, Jianlu and his party climbed to the top of the mountain.
Asahi on the eastern sea also jumped out of the quiet coastline at this time and got up.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes, and saw the first ray of light in the world, passing through the sea, passing through the houses in Dongyi City, passing through the breath of the world, passing through the gaps in the green trees, and shining in the sky. On the hill behind the thatched hut, the light shone on the disciples of the sword hut in Dongyi City, and on the face of the emaciated great master at the front.
A faint golden light suddenly appeared on the face of the great master. Although he was at the end of his life, although his body was weak and thin, he suddenly stood above all living beings. This is not the sword will and momentum, but the feeling of this person's existence.
Fan Xian glanced at the top of the mountain, among the crowd, he was the only one he could see.
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Si Gu Jian stood calmly by the side of the small cliff, letting the warm, familiar sunlight hit from the other side of the sea. He squinted his eyes slightly, sniffing the air in Dongyi City, smelling the breath here, and remained silent without saying a word. Everything turned into a few pictures in the mind of the great master, accompanied by the golden light of the rising sun, constantly changing before his eyes.
Ants under the tree, friend covered with black cloth, younger brother, rain, dead man, burning house, sword, sword pit, rotten cloth and garbage in the pit, apprentice, apprentice, still apprentice, sword again, great sword, sky sword , One sword spans the world, one sword protects the majestic city, the city is not broken, the sword is not broken, but people are about to die.
Si Gu Jian blinked his somewhat dull eyes, expelled the illusion in Chaoyang, and tried his best to stand higher, see farther, and see the real thing, but he couldn't use his feet and his eyes couldn't move. Somewhat vague.
Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang noticed what the master was thinking, and quickly helped him up.
Si Gu Jian suddenly felt that his vision became clearer. He saw Dongyi City that he had guarded for decades, he saw the smoke rising from the kitchen in the city, he saw the busy businessmen setting up the morning market, and he saw the invisible flow in the city. The wealth, gold and silver among the city's marketplaces, seeing the happy smiles of those people.
At the moment of dying, he suddenly felt that he didn't really want to see these things, so he turned his head slightly, and saw the thatched hut he had lived in for many years, the light yellow thatched hut, many years ago, it was actually just a broken thatched hut He has lived here for a long time, killed many people, taught many people, and is very proud.
Finally, Si Gujian saw the big green tree outside Dongyi City. Under the rising sun, this big tree that has experienced countless winds and rains in the East China Sea is still growing healthily and wildly, sheltering pedestrians, travelers, businessmen passing by under the tree, the world.
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