Chapter 73: Full of Wind and Rain, I Come from the Sea (II)

The night was already deep, Fan Xian stood alone beside the sword pit, looking at those densely packed swords in the pit, which were like rice paddies, and like the tips of the trees that pierced the sky, and he stood at the exact same place where Wang XIII Lang had stood earlier. In fact, in the inner room with the four Gu sword for the final conversation, he vaguely heard the thirteen Lang soundless crying, crying soundless, in fact, or sound.

At that time, there were no other people in the depths of the sword hut, and the issue that the Four Gu Swords was discussing with Fan Xian was so important that even the sword boy was driven far away, leaving only Thirteen Lang to guard the outside of the house. Fan Xian understood that Si Gu Jian was using this as a way to express his attitude, he trusted his young disciple, and Fan Xian also trusted Thirteen, the future of Dong Yi City depended on the cooperation between Thirteen and Fan Xian, and Si Gu Jian wanted Thirteen to understand more from this conversation, and Fan Xian hoped that Thirteen would be able to realize something different from the hegemony techniques he had dictated.

This was a quiet, silent, mutual understanding in the heart of each other, only Wang XIII Lang its time to fall into a gloomy mood can not be extricated, and do not know exactly how much to listen to, comprehend how much.

Sword Lodge disciples silent fish pass into the house, Fan Xian naturally will not go in again, he will not be arrogant enough to think that the four Gu sword really because of his mother’s relationship, these few face to face, as the world’s most important and most close to the young man, willing to die with a Qingshen still stay together.

When a Grand Master was dying, of course he would be willing to stay with the thirteen disciples he had trained.

At this time, the Four Gu Swords should be in the house to explain the aftermath, and many of these aftermaths were related to Fan Xian, or matters in which Dongyi City had to cooperate with Fan Xian, so it was inconvenient for Fan Xian to eavesdrop, so he sighed and took a step towards the outside of the Sword Lodge.

Not knowing whether or not the Four Gu Swords’ legacy would be able to suppress Yun Zhilan’s backlash, Fan Xian had no way to be certain about this matter.

Walking out the door of the sword lodge, the subordinates of the Supervisory Academy as well as the ceremonial officials from the side of Dongyi City greeted him, their faces each varying in heaviness. Fan Xian shook his head, then marched up the mountain residence in the company of the crowd.

What was he waiting for? Waiting for a generation of powerful men to perish, waiting for a shooting star to fall from the sky when a great master left this world? Fan Xian sat in the chair, bracing his jaw in meditation, the sword hut around the insects gradually rise, frogs have been born, clear wind and bright moon, the distant sea breeze slightly wet and salty, blowing the moon shadow are blurred.

At this time he sat in the mountain residence at the cliff side of the garden.

Across the stone door, looking not far from the foot of the grass hut building, let the moonlight shine on his body, adding a few points with the seasonal chill. Grass hut depths of the faint light has been bright, seems to be to light forever, dying four Gu sword should still and their disciples to do the final explanation, do not know at this time the hut will not have any dispute, there is something different.

The thirteen sons of the Sword Lodge, for the worship of the Four Gu Swords from the bottom of their hearts, I think no one will dare to deceive their masters, but what about Yun Zhilan?

Fan Xian squinted his eyes at the faint light in the depths of the grass, and suddenly looked up at the moon, at the moon trail that traced a long trajectory in the sky, before realizing that he had been sitting in silence on the mountain dwelling for several hours, and that the night had already deepened to the point where he could no longer pull back the moment.

When he looked back, he only saw that within the flower garden halfway up the mountain residence, the wind moved the petals, and a shadow followed the angle of the moon’s reflection and came silently to his side.

Fan Xian asked softly, ”Are you healed? Why don’t you stay in Jiangnan and have to come back?”

The shadow stood in the shadow of the stone door, his eyes looking indifferently at the grass hut at the bottom of the hill, and said, “No one knows I’m back.”

Fan Xian had been worried that His Majesty the Emperor would be suspicious and have murderous intentions towards Chen Pingping because of the Shadow’s relationship with the Four Gu Swords, so he had forcibly sent the Shadow back to Jiangnan, not realizing that the other party had suddenly appeared in Dong Yi City again at this time. Without thinking too much, Fan Xian was clear about why Shadow came on this trip and sighed, “Do you still hate him now?”

The shadow was silent for a moment and then said, “Hate. But when the sword was thrust into his chest, much of the hatred had already been catharticized.”

“It’s just that there are some things I can never figure out.” Shadow looked at the faint light in the hut and said, “Even if his father was light on him back then, his mother was harsh on him, and everyone in the mansion insulted him, but after all, they were his relatives, so why did he have to kill them all? What about me? I’m the only one in the mansion who regards him as his elder brother, why would he even kill me?”

Fan Xian looked at him and said, “You didn’t die, did you?”

Shadow’s body shook slightly, it was clear that his injuries had not healed, and the injuries within his body made his mind not as strong as it had been in his prime.

“He’s going to die.”

“All people die.” Fan Xian sat under the stone door, gently tapping the rough stone surface, and said, “It’s already appalling that this big brother of yours was able to live for so long.”

The light in the depths of the grass hut was extremely dim and seemed like it might go out at any moment. The skinny Four Gu Swords had already sat up from the covers, washed his face once, re-combed his hair once, and a mighty power that one would not dare to look directly at surfaced anew on his cold face.

Sword Lodge Head Disciple Yun Zhilan supported his master’s arm, helping him to sit up on the bed, Wang Thirteen Lang brought the water basin outside and dumped the sewage into the sacred ground sword pit, then went back to the house, helping Eldest Senior Brother to hold his master up. The thirteen sons of the Sword Lodge, in addition to the first disciple and young disciple beside the Four Gu Swords, the remaining eleven disciples, all kneeled in front of the collapse, their faces showing their relatives, and some of them had occasional wet marks in the corners of their eyes.

Four Gu Swords stared at the oldest three oldest four with a clear and indifferent gaze, without specifically explaining that matter to them, and asked softly, “What I said earlier, can you remember?”

The disciples of the Sword Lodge kowtowed accordingly, “I respectfully follow my master’s orders.”

The aftermath of Dongyi City was thus settled, although the disciples of the Sword Lodge had already guessed their master’s mind from the movements in the past few months, they did not expect that their master would actually bet on such a big bet on Fan Xian, and such a comprehensive support. It was only at this time that all the disciples were confused, saddened, and fearful, but none of them dared to raise any objections in front of their master’s father.

Even Yun Zhilan had remained silent.

Four Gu Jian spoke more and more calmly, the emotions on his face became lighter and lighter, more and more like the uninjured, that temperamental Great Master who didn’t show his temperament to the outside. Yun Zhilan was holding his master at the side, his heart was empty, knowing that this was a return to the light, an unstoppable feeling of sadness began to permeate the room.

Thirteen Lang, on the other hand, perhaps having already cried enough earlier, was exceptionally calm at this time.

“What hour is it?” Si Gu Jian took two deep breaths and asked softly in a hoarse voice.

“It’s almost dawn.” Yun Zhilan respectfully and gently returned from the side. This night’s transmission of Dong Yi City’s last words had actually taken an entire night, and it was unknown what kind of backhand had been laid by the Four Gu Swords after sending Dong Yi City out with both hands.

“Doing anything, once you make up your mind to do it, you have to do it to the extreme, just like the sword hut later on, since I chose him, you guys have to do the extreme help to him as well. Since it’s a big gamble, you have to put all the capital on it, any time of self-reflection and repetition, it’s an unbearable pain for Dongyi City, do you understand?”

Si Gu Jian sat on the bed, his gaze slowly flicked from the disciples on the ground and finally landed on Yun Zhilan’s face.

Yun Zhilan was silent for a long time and nodded.

The Four Gu Swords smiled faintly in an extremely rare moment. He knew his eldest disciple too well, as long as he promised something, he would definitely do it.

“Help me to go to the mountain to take a look, the sky is about to brighten, I want to …… take a look.” Four Gu Jian’s chest suddenly resounded with an inauspicious ho-ho sound, sounding like the sound of water beckoning from the underworld springs underneath the yellow earth, and the Grand Master’s face began to display a strange whiteness.

Yun Zhilan’s heart mourned as he held on to his master’s dry and thin arm, and on the other side Wang Xulang also held on to Si Gu Jian’s other arm. The two master brothers looked at each other and carefully helped Four Gu Swords down from the bed.

Kneeling at the front of the bed, the second disciple of the Sword Lodge, knee in front, with the fastest speed to help the four Gu Jian’s feet, for him to put on the pair of rotten straw shoes, just four Gu Jian bedridden more than a month, toxin injuries in full outbreak, two feet have already been swollen, put into the straw shoes, actually can see those swollen place by the straw shoes of the strap strangled into a piece of the traces.

Four Gu Jian, however, seemed like he didn’t feel anything, and just sighed comfortably. The second disciple knew that his master’s feet were already unconscious, and after gently caressing those feet, tears dripped onto the stone floor in front of the bed.

The moon was like a hook, gradually to be hidden in the faint gray sky, most of the sky above Dongyi City was still dark and deep blue in color, only the east showed the white of the belly of a fish. Fan Xian, who had been sitting at the stone gate all night, was extremely tired and rubbed his temples to keep himself from falling asleep. Suddenly he opened his eyes and got up with a flourish, watching the lights in the depths of the grass hut suddenly go out, knowing that the aftermath of Dongyi City had been accounted for …… However, immediately afterward he saw a scene that made him profoundly in his heart many years later.

In the distance, wearing hemp clothes, the thin and short Four Gu Sword, supported by Yun Zhilan and Wang Thirteen Lang, accompanied by all the disciples of the Sword Lodge, went out of the Grass Lodge and traveled along that mountain path of the Grass Lodge, with great difficulty and great silence, even solemnity, toward the back of the Sword Lodge’s mountain.

The shadow stood behind Fan Xian and also saw this scene, silent and without words.

Vaguely, it seemed that one could see the oil-drained Sigu Sword, in the process of being assisted up the mountain by his disciples, look back, and that glance was at the stone door of the mountain residence, not knowing whether he was looking at Fan Xian, who was entrusting the future of Dongyi City, or Shadow, who was the youngest disciple who represented the memories of Dongyi City’s childhood.

Fan Xian and Shadow stood silently at the mountain gate, watching the procession move toward the top of the mountain, the two of them standing straight, perhaps wanting to show their respect for the Grand Master, farewells must be stood to send off, their eyes flat, not mixed with any other emotions.

The Grand Master’s body was thin and short, and with the support of Yun Zhilan and Wang Thirteen Lang, he was actually close to being invisible, the hemp clothes he was wearing were floating in the morning breeze, and his feet in the straw shoes didn’t even touch the ground.

The mountain behind the grass hut wasn’t very high, it was a whole mountain away from the mountain gate where Fan Xian and his two were, not far apart, and in a short while, the sword hut and his party climbed to the top of the mountain.

The morning sun on the eastern sea, at this time also leaped out of the quiet coastline, climbed up.

Fan Xian squinted and looked, only to see the first rays of light in the human world, thus crossing the sea, crossing the residential houses in Dong Yi City, crossing the earthly scent, crossing the gaps in the green trees, and shining on the hill behind the grass hut, on the bodies of the disciples of the Sword Lodge of Dong Yi City, and on the face of the skinny Great Patriarch at the forefront.

The face of the great master suddenly flooded with a layer of faint golden light, although it has reached the end of life, although the body is weak and thin, but suddenly above the living beings. This was not a sword aura, just the feeling of this person’s existence.

Fan Xian glanced at the mountain, and amongst all the people, he could only see him.

The Four Gu Swords stood calmly on the edge of the small mountain cliff, letting the slightly warm, familiar sunlight hit him from over the sea. He squinted his eyes slightly, sniffing the air of Dong Yi City, sniffing the scent of this place, silent and not saying a word, not knowing what was in his heart. I don’t know if it was at the moment of death, the past history, the past everything, turned into a number of images in the Archmage’s mind, accompanied by the golden light of the sunrise, constantly changing in front of his eyes.

The ants under the tree, the friend covered with black cloth, the brother, the rain, the dead, the burning mansion, the sword, the sword pit, the rotten cloth and garbage in the pit, the apprentice, the apprentice, or the apprentice, the sword again, the great sword, the Heavenly Sword, the sword that crosses the world, the sword that protects the Xiong Xiong City, the city is not broken, the sword is not broken, but the person is going to die.

Si Gu Jian blinked his somewhat listless eyes, driving away the illusion in the sunrise, and reluctantly tried to stand a little higher, look a little farther, and see the real thing, but his feet couldn’t make it, and his vision was a little blurry.

Yun Zhilan and Wang XIII Lang sensed the master’s thoughts and hurriedly helped him upwards.

Sigu Jian suddenly felt his vision clearer, he saw the Dongyi City that he had been guarding for decades, saw the smoke from the cooking fires in the city, saw the busy merchants who set up the morning market, saw the invisible flow of wealth and silver in the city’s wells, and saw the happy smiles of those who were there.

At the moment of death, he suddenly felt that he actually does not want to see these, so he slightly side head, saw his life for many years of grass hut, yellowish grass hut, in many years ago, in fact, is just a broken grass hut, he lived here for a long time, killed a lot of people, taught a lot of people, very proud.

Finally Four Gu Jian saw the big green tree outside Dong Yi City, under the rising sun, this big tree that had experienced countless storms in the East China Sea was still growing healthily and wildly, sheltering the pedestrians, travelers, merchants, and the world passing under the tree.

It was really a big tree.