Niaomingjian
□ It's raining
Shan Li strolled along the green river bank, and the frozen bamboo flowers tinkled, which was the sound of petals colliding. Pink petals are layered, full of clear juice, constantly turning up waves, like springs.
This is the 200th time that frozen bamboo flowers are in full bloom in the mountains and plains of Niaoming Creek. Li Shan knew very well that someone was coming. That man promised to go out for 200 years and will not break his word.
Two hundred years ago.
Yin Xisa, the most famous swordsman on the escape star, accepted two apprentices. Li Shan is one of them. There is another one named Sidang.
After strict recommendation and testing, Li Shan entered the gate of Ingesa. He comes from a family of weapons in Yixing, and he has a great talent for knives, which is also a necessary accomplishment to become a swordsman. From the age of three, Shan Li read all the martial arts classics under the guidance of his grandfather and father. His family decided that in Yixing, apart from Li Shan, there was no other person who could inherit Yinxia's mantle.
However, when Shan Li put on the cloth robe of Inxisa family, which represents the glorious future of martial arts, in people's admiration and expectation, he found that the sleeve of the cloth robe was embroidered with the pattern of Luo Zhidao, the second-ranked knife in the knife spectrum, instead of the magic knife and dark blue knife owned by Inxisa. This means that Li Shan is not the successor of Xisha. All the passionate imagination collapsed.
Shan Li couldn't understand why fate was so unfair to him. From the day he was born into this world, it seems that he lived to get the right to wear a dark blue dagger. Both his grandfather and father told him that the legendary mysterious weapon that can kill people without being drawn is his only goal in life. However, when he really stepped into the deep courtyard of Insha to accept his destiny takes a hand's future, he was ruled that he could not wear a dark blue knife for life, because he was not qualified, let alone qualified for this qualification.
But the road to the gate of Insisa is irreversible.
The next year, in another solemn ceremony, Li Shan and everyone saw a man with a dark blue knife embroidered on his sleeve. He stood quietly under the pavilion decorated with bluebells, and his robe was gently blown up by the wind, revealing a slightly bent body.
Yidang's fifth satellite comes from Yixing, which is an asteroid with no name but only numbers, so Yidang's name tag only writes one number: nine. He doesn't have a name. He is a strange creature on that little star called "Nine". They like to move stones all their lives, transport all the stones they can find on the planet, pile them up into peaks, then level them, and so on. No one knows why they did it. Xiandang is a group of children raised by Xiandang. Although he is a human being, he was abandoned by his parents at birth. Those parents adopted him and raised him as their own child. When he grew up, he also took those stones with him until Inxisa found him in a cave during his trip. Because of long-term hard work, the child's back is completely bent. He walks like a fly with a heavy load, but he can't stand steadily when he is empty-handed-he is not used to his light weight. This is the characteristic of this animal.
Ingesa took the child back to Yixing. Surprisingly, he didn't do it out of pity. He handed over the inheritance of An Lan Island to the Xi Party. And Dangdang couldn't even speak at that time. Inxisa never explained why. With his authority, almost everyone thinks Xian Dang is a man with extraordinary talent. But these people don't include Li Shan.
Only the mountain is far away, and only he is only one step away from the dark blue knife, so only he has deep doubts about it. At the same time, he did not believe that Luo Zhidao was his destiny.
For ten years, they practiced fencing in the center of a mountain. Not at the top of the mountain, in the valley. There is a huge lotus pine in the valley, the crown of which is like a towering temple, and the leaves are a large yellow and green with water, which are closely combined. It was planted by the ancestors of Xisha. It is said that it was on this lotus tree that Xisha realized the true meaning of deep blue knife cutting, which was three hundred years ago.
Mono, the song keeper, was once a confidant servant of Insha. Now he and his daughter live on the top of the lotus. They never go to the fields. Some people say that they are not so much the guardians of this sacred pine tree, but rather the sacrifices made by Sisa to the pine tree. The father and the daughter cleaned up the dead leaves on the lotus tree and carefully burned them to ashes.
The mountain has seen them from a distance. He saw Mono's gray robe floating among the leaves, and his daughter was wearing a pink silk skirt. Shan wants to know if she only has one dress. They often burn dead leaves at the moment when the sunset sweeps across the valley line, smoke columns rise, and birds perched on pine trees begin to hover. That noise is probably the strongest in the whole valley in a day.
Xian always practices alone with Ingesha. They stayed in a palace in the valley from morning till night, but Xisha only came out once or twice a day to give simple instructions to Li Shan and other inferior disciples. In this boring and monotonous life, Shan Li gradually found it a wonderful habit to watch her father and daughter clean on the lotus pine. He began to imagine what kind of girl Munu's daughter was, her voice, her smile and her steps. When pink appears faintly on the treetops, just like the morning sun brings a touch of morning glow, Li Shan's eyes become very sensitive to this color. When he often practiced, he suddenly looked up inexplicably and looked at Lian Songding, and he could see the girl's figure. She was picking up a dead branch, and her eyes happened to be on Li Shan. She will turn away quickly, and her long black hair will gently pass through the green tip.
One day, the practice was over. Everyone else went to the spring at the back of the mountain to wash, only Li Shan quietly walked back to the lotus pine tree. He stood in the shade cast by the sunset, holding a beautiful amber hair comb in his hand, staring at the leaves overhead.
At this time, the girl also walked here from the middle of the canopy, stopped on a relatively strong branch, bent down and looked at the mountain silently.
Shan Li felt the familiar pink fluttering above him, so he looked up and saw the girl's glittering and translucent face. He suddenly felt a little nervous.
"What's your name?" Shan Li asked carefully.
The girl stared at him with bright eyes, but she didn't answer.
"I'm ... my name is Li Shan ..." Li Shan held up his amber hair comb. "Do you like it? Give it to you. "
The girl still didn't speak, but her eyes turned to the amber comb, which his mother put in his bag when he left home on the day he introduced Li Shan. Hair combs are warm in color, quaint in style and have a noble style. They are the traditional products of that ancient family in Li Shan.
Li Shan held her hand high, and the girl hesitated. She dropped a hand, and there was a small red particle between her forefinger and thumb, which was smooth and lovely. Li Shan knows that it is the seed of lotus, and the lotus bears seeds only once every 20 years, with only about 10 each time. In addition, lotus seed pine is a rare tree, so its seeds are more precious than many precious stones.
"For me?" Shan Li asked.
The girl nodded. When Li Shan took the lotus seed from her hand, she also picked up a comb and smiled at Li Shan.
Long after the girl disappeared, Li Shan still stood stupefied, immersed in that beautiful smile just now. But he didn't realize that someone was watching him from a distance. The man leaned against the carved window lattice of the tall building and looked down at the scene. He has a complicated expression on his face. That's internal.
The next day, Li Shan found that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of the whole valley. When he went to Panasonic Lotus, he didn't see any traces of human activities. Until dusk, there was no smoke burning dead branches on the lotus. Li Shan's heart sank and he couldn't stand up anymore.
On the seventh day after Munu's father and daughter disappeared, Inyssa called all his disciples and said that there was an important decision to be announced. Shan Li absently stood in the front row with lotus seeds in his hand. He has been like this for seven days. Xian when standing beside him, staring blankly at the ground. For Li Shan, his expression is always so dull.
Inxisa came out, strangely dressed in holiday clothes. Holding a girl dressed like a beautiful doll in her hand. Mono followed.
The girl's face is as fresh and transparent as jade, and her eyes are bright. But she gives a vague impression of sadness.
Li Shan looked at the girl with some surprise. She heard Insha say, "Disciples, today I want to introduce my daughter Asun to you. She was weak since childhood, so she had to be fostered under the name of my servant Mono, and let her live on the lotus pine, hoping to be blessed by the holy tree and ancestors. Today is my daughter's twentieth birthday. According to her fate, she should get married. So, I called you here to listen to me announce a decision, that is: I want to marry my daughter Asun to my apprentice. "
He didn't seem to hear anything until Insha called him, "Come to me."
He obediently stepped forward and came to Ingesa. Because Siissala held his hand and connected it with Asun's: "This is a simple wedding, and all the people present wish you to be together forever and never part."
Li Shan's heart suddenly popped out like a landslide: "Not everyone." But he didn't actually say anything. He kept his head down, and his hand holding lotus seeds was slowly loosening. Then he looked up, not knowing what to do, and Asun's eyes swept him gently. When she turned her head, he saw the amber comb in her sideburns. The dull black and yellow ornaments don't match the bright jewels on her head.
Shan Li hesitated for a moment, then clenched his hand. The seeds of the lotus are embedded in the pulp of his palm.
After the wedding, people dispersed. Xian Dang and Song walked into the tall building. The disciples all went home, only Li Shan was still standing in the hall.
I don't know when Inxisa came in. He gave a cry: "Li Shan."
Mountain away from back, hatred in the pupil unabashedly toward tin. Over the years, he has never expressed his anger so boldly, whether at the master's ceremony or when he appeared, but today, he finally couldn't help it. "You did it on purpose." He stared at yingxisha, trying to see guilt in his face.
Yingxisha looked away from the mountain: "What do you mean?"
"You married Song to Xian Dang."
"You will soon forget this song. I want you to go to the south and inherit one of my tribes. You will be the absolute authority there. "
"I'm not going. I don't want to be your apprentice anymore."
Inxisa turned around in surprise. I saw a glare: "Are you so dissatisfied with the knife? That's the best knife. "
"I want that dark blue knife, and you won't give it to me. I want Asun, but you won't give it to me. There is no point in me staying here. " Shan Li's tone is full of resentment. "The only thing you gave me is this, and I will take it away, because I admit that you used to be my master, but from now on, we are even." He pointed to the metal ball tied to his belt and said that what he practiced every day was Luo Zhi's knife spectrum.
Inxisa didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he sighed.
Tears welled up from the mountain. He gritted his teeth and walked to the door.
"Brother."
Dangdang appeared at the door. They have been together for ten years, and Shan Li has never seen Yao Dang since he took off his robe. At this time, Yao Dang was more bent, wearing long yellow hair and white underwear. When he doesn't have the mark of a deep blue knife, he looks less annoying. But the difference between him and the handsome and tall mountain is unprecedented. Xiandang is like a humble and weak animal. Over the years, it seems that the training of Ishmael swordsmen has left no trace on him.
But that night, he married Asun. The girl Li Shan fell in love with for the first time in her life. Just like ten years ago, he was dressed in a dark blue robe and haunted the mountains.
The mountain turned from the side and dangdang passed by.
"Brother," Xian said quietly, looking straight ahead, "don't challenge the master, or I will kill you."
India's Sisa was shocked. He turned around and stared at the other disciples.
"Oh, really?" Li Shan smiled and said, "It seems that your practice is much better than mine."
"You must remember my words, don't challenge the master, or I will kill you." Xiandang's tone is very similar to that of Inxisha, so it's no wonder that Inxisha taught him to speak word for word.
"Are you ordering me? Why? "
"By ..." Xian was speechless.
"Will you inherit with that dark blue knife?" Staring at the distance below the mountain, the fire in his heart began to rekindle.
Xian party nodded.
In two hundred years, Li Shan thought of this more than once. Why did he shoot him in the throat? He knew he was out of control. He knows that as long as the fingertips touch the sunken skin, maybe all the pain and grievances will end in an instant. You should kill him in return.
However, his technology is too late. When he raised a slender arm and reached down as fast as he could, he didn't expect that Inxisa had gone out from the side. Then he felt an almost pleasant pain. The arm quietly left his body, and the blood suddenly solidified.
Li Shan just stood there. All three of them focused on Li Shan's arm lying quietly on the ground.
Indian Cissa knife has been sheathed. He said coldly, "The gate of Yingxisha can only be entered, and I won't allow you to go." But I won't teach you any more, and you will be punished for betrayal. I, Yingxisha, will exile my rude apprentice and you to a distant place, where you will repent, think and continue to explore Luo Zhi's swordsmanship alone. It will be 200 years before I decide whether to lift your punishment. "
Li Shan can't actually hear anything. He looked at the broken arm on the ground and saw a smooth little lotus seed roll out of the slowly unfolding hand like a drop of blood. He finally let go, lotus seeds no longer belong to him.
Li Shan was taken to Niaoming Creek, where he was confined to this quiet mountain stream. At first, he just sat on the rock every day, listening to birds singing and underwater sound, while watching the sun, moon and stars rise and fall in the sky. Later, he picked up the metal ball still hanging on his belt and reread and practiced Luo Zhi's knife skills. This is not because he is still pursuing to be a swordsman, but because of loneliness. Because of the terrible feeling of licking alone. He forced himself to sink into the knife method and delve into it. I don't know the difference between morning and evening. Time passed slowly like this. In 200 years, Li Shan not only practiced swordsmanship, but also planted frozen bamboo flowers. This is a kind of wild flower he occasionally found by the pool, and its rosy light stung his eyes. Shan Li, with flowers in one hand, cried like never before.
So Niaoming Creek became a place full of frozen bamboo flowers. The lonely figure on the mountain flows on the Cang Shi. He danced in vain with an imaginary knife, and was often too intoxicated to fall down and fall asleep.
One morning, Li Shan saw a man walk into a mountain stream. This man has an old face with white hair and beard. With two knives on his back. He looks so weak that he can't even stretch his back.
Li Shan stared at the man. When he came to him, his heart suddenly tightened.
"Brother," looked up and said, "Long time no see."
Shan Li opened his mouth, but he didn't speak. After a while, he said, "Hey, why are you so old?"
Xian Dang smiled and said, "Brother, the same to you."
It was not until the mountain was far away from here that I realized that the depression in front of him was not the depression of that year. It's been 200 years.
Hanging his head: "Yin ... did the master send you? "
"yes."
"Why didn't he come himself?"
"The master passed away 90 years ago."
"Oh ..." Shan Li sighed thoughtfully.
Dangdang took two knives from his back, took one out and handed it to Li Shan: "This is yours."
Luo Zhidao is made of pure gold, and its sheath is inlaid with colored glass, which is dazzling. Shan Li picked up the knife, his hand sank, and his heart was full of sour satisfaction. He never regarded Luo Zhidao as his dream before, but for two hundred years, he became more and more obsessed with this knife. When it finally reached his hand, he couldn't help being moved.
But he quickly turned his eyes to another knife in his hand. Dark blue Dao, exactly the same as Dao spectrum, without carving and precious metal sheath, black to transparent color. That's the simple magic knife that Shan Li dreamed of, and he will never get the honor.
I saw Li Shan's eyes. He put the dark blue knife on the ground.
"Brother," he said, but strangely, the tone was nothing like Ingesa. "The master once said that you should never touch that dark blue knife, but before he died, he changed his mind. He asked me to put the dark blue knife and Luo Zhi's knife in front of you. You can choose for yourself. "
Take three steps back.
Shan Li looked at the dark blue knife on the ground for a long time. Don't move.
Then he also took three steps back.
He said, "The dark blue knife doesn't exist, does it? Only things that don't exist are invincible ... In order to make people unable to surpass him, the master fabricated the myth of deep blue sword. "
You don't talk, just walk back, pick up a dark blue knife and stick it in your waist. Then, he smiled and said to Li Shan, "Master said that the Luo Zhi Dao he gave you is really the best in the world, which embodies his life's hard work, but one day, there will be a better Dao to surpass it. This is the fate of a swordsman. He can't always be the best in the world. "
Shan Li said: "It's a pity that the master didn't understand this truth until he died."
Xian should say, "It's better to understand than not to understand." In order to maintain this myth, the master tried his best, and finally he resigned. "
Li Shan took Luo Zhi's knife and said, "Hey, do you know that I have hated you for 200 years?"
"I know, in fact, I have hated you for two hundred years."
"Do you hate me? I what? "
"I came to the master's door to inherit a false art of using saber. When I know this, I can't help hating you. You can learn real knife skills, but I am destined to be a puppet. You are already a great swordsman, but I have accomplished nothing in my life. You say, how can I not hate you? "
Li Shan shook his head: "Even so, I still hate you. Asun married you. Over the years, I have long given up the hope of being a swordsman, and I am no longer angry that you inherited the deep blue sword. I continue to hate you, maybe just because you married Asun. "
After a moment of meditation, he saw pink frozen bamboo flowers. Sorrow swept over her face: "Asun married me by her own choice."
"How is that possible?" Guanshan shouted from the side.
"You don't know, poisson can't talk, she was born without a tongue. The master asked her to choose a husband between you and me, and she chose me. The master told her that there are many women as beautiful as her, but they can talk and sing. If one day you meet such a woman, you will find that her deafness is an irreparable regret. "
The mountain is silent. He suddenly remembered the brokeback and the lotus seeds that rolled out of the brokeback. Fate is beyond words.
"Over the years, Asun didn't know where you went, and she didn't ask, but I knew she was unhappy. What I can give her is what she doesn't want. Not long ago, she also passed away. She asked me to give you a message. She said, in fact, she really wants to be with you until you meet a woman who can talk and sing. However, she begged you to forgive her. She really didn't have the courage. "
The mountain is still silent. He had nothing to say, and his hatred for the fairy party vanished in an instant. He can see that Xian Dang loves Asun more than he does, and he has no right to hate Xian Dang.
After a while, Xian Langlang said, "I'm leaving."
"Go?"
"I want to go back to the nine-year plan," Xian pointed to the sky. "Brother, it's time for you to leave the birdsong stream. You can inherit the master's position as the first swordsman, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years, depending on your nature. I want to live the life I should live, and there are still many of my kind waiting for me on the 9th. I'll take Asun, too. I promised my master that I would take care of her forever, and I wouldn't return that comb to you. This is Asun's favorite jewelry. " He took out a rectangular box and handed it to Shan Li. "Brother, we are going to have a party together. I will give this to you as a souvenir. " I'm going down.
Li Shan walked out of the birdsong creek. After years of intensive training, he became a blockbuster as soon as he came out of the mountain. Indeed, he became the first swordsman in Yixing in his later years, just like Yinxia before him. The legend of Silver Man's Dark Blue Knife and its descendants in Wulin has gradually disappeared.
Whenever the starry sky is picturesque, Li Shan quietly returns to the Bird-singing Creek, sits on the Cang Shi, and takes out his last gift, the homemade cylindrical telescope, which is made of steel billets discarded by a knife. It is badly worn, indicating that its former owner often used it to look at the stars. Li Shan often aims his telescope at a distant twinkling little star, which gives off a faint blue light at night and looks desolate and bleak. But in the telescope, this star has a magical surface, and layers of mountains form fascinating and mysterious patterns, and those patterns are always changing slowly and permanently, just like a beautiful kaleidoscope in the universe.
Li Shan finally understood what kind of life he should live. On the "No.9" asteroid, there are hundreds of millions of rocks. Their only pleasure is to carry and pile up the stones they can find. Day after day, year after year, no one knows what their purpose is. In fact, they don't even know themselves. But when he saw all this in a star, he saw the meaning of this life. This is also the reason why he returned to the "Nine".
In Shan Li's eyes, "Nine" has his favorite people and best friends on it. Although his fate is not satisfactory, he wants nothing more between heaven and earth.