The lonely wind blows by, lonely as night, where the ancient road ends, is it the end of the world?
In fact, the Changkong family should have been called the Ji family. The Ji family were originally dignitaries of the previous dynasty, and Changkong's great-grandfather once served as a general. By the time of Changkong's grandfather's generation, the family had declined, and by the time of Changkong's father's generation, he was no longer much better than ordinary people. Although he was a declining noble, he still retained some of the bad temper of the nobles. He had a large family and guarded the dilapidated mansion, but few people were willing to go out to make money to support the family.
When my father began to consider whether to sell his ancestral mansion, Changkong, the eldest son, told his father that he would let me and my younger brothers go to Wudang Mountain.
Ever since Dao Yi defeated the Sword Master, those who go to Wudang to seek skills are like carps crossing the river. When there are many people, there must be competition, and competition means competition. According to the rules of Wudang, test takers between the ages of fourteen and twenty stand on Tai Chi poles with wooden swords and fight freely. The last twenty who are not knocked to the ground will be qualified to practice martial arts in the mountains. This test is held once every three years.
Wudang Mountain is located to the north of Shenlongjia. It is said that the god of Zhenwu attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven here. It is said that the god of Zhenwu cannot ascend to heaven, so it is named Wudang Mountain. There are many mountains and beautiful peaks. There is a huge open space among the mountains. There are wooden piles, round in shape and black and white. They are Tai Chi. Even if there are hundreds of people standing there, it will not look crowded.
The elder recalled that there were more than 300 people on the pile at that time, most of whom were around 20. The competition lasted for three hours, and in the end, only one person stood on the pile. His hair was messy, his clothes were torn, his thin body was almost unsteady, his pale face was stained with blood, but no one dared to look at the eyes covered by the messy hair. If there is one person, it is Dao Yi.
This is the year when Changkong is sixteen years old. Dao Yi is more than ancient times.
When it comes to swordsmanship in the world, Dao Yi is the best, but no one has ever seen Dao Yi dance a sword because Dao Yi has never had a disciple. When Changkong, who was standing on the Tai Chi pile that day, was finally about to fall, Dao Yi passed by on the ground, held him up, looked directly into his eyes for a long time, and said: I will accept you as my disciple.
Although only one of the Changkong brothers was selected, few people in the world dared to embarrass the Ji family. However, there are always a few people in this world who are very courageous. That day, someone from the Changkong family came to Wudang with hatred and anger on their faces. Changkong's father was injured, and the murder weapon was a meteor needle.
When Changkong returned, his father was almost recovered. The wound was as thin as a pinprick, and it was located on the vital point of my father's Tanzhong. When I looked closely in surprise, I saw that it was just a hair's breadth before I could save my life. Changkong thought to himself, this meteor needle is really powerful, but the person who applied it is also very weird.
After visiting his mother, Changkong went straight to his cousin Xianyun's room. It was almost evening, the western sky was purple, but there was a trace of sunset that just happened to be printed on a mulberry tree in front of the window, making the tree more upright. Changkong sighed. Three years later, the tree had grown so tall.
The fine clouds rise slightly, and the falling flowers are also heavy. Xianyun in the room had eyes red from crying. When Changkong walked out of the room, the moon was already in the sky, and the moonlight was shining down. Changkong felt the loneliness of that month.
Although Ji's family has declined, Changkong's family is still happy. However, Changkong has been withdrawn since he was sensible and doesn't like to talk to others, even if he is as close as his parents and siblings. Changkong's only playmate when he was young was Xianyun. Xianyun's father was convicted in the court and died, so his mother took little Xianyun to seek refuge with her parents' family.
That day, Changkong was alone with a wooden sword and was hacking at a small tree on the roadside. Silky clouds suddenly floated from behind to protect the small tree. His eyes were flawless and full of begging. For a moment, Changkong unexpectedly Staring dumbfounded. The next day, there was a small tree in front of Xianyun's house, but Changkong had moved the entire tree from the roadside yesterday. Xianyun floated outside the door, looking at the distant sky, smiling like a wind chime. You know, this is a mulberry tree that can raise silkworms and then weave clothes, Xianyun said. Well, Changkong smiled solemnly, and his eyes showed tenderness for the first time.
On a bright moonlit night, by the ancient road, I drank heavily in the sky and danced with my sword while drunk. The moon reflected the sword body, and the sword turned crazily. The moon has set in the west mountain, the sky is drunk, and the moonlight is all over the ground, reflecting four big characters: The sky forgets the book.
The person who forgot the book was from Sichuan. It was said that he was a member of the Tang clan, but it was not recognized by the Tang clan. His nature is perverse, uninhibited, wandering around, doing all his own business, but relying on his meteor needle, no one can do anything about him. Changkong found Wangshu on the seventh day after he came down the mountain. The scenery of Shenlongjia was so beautiful that people were mesmerized.
That battle was very tragic, but it only lasted a moment. Flying in the sky, when he was three feet away from Wangshu, all his acupoints were hit by meteor needles; when he was ten feet away, six acupuncture points were hit by needles, and the sword was half broken; when he was three feet away, the sword was completely broken, and Wangshu The meteors were gone; at the last moment, the hilt of the sword in the sky sank into Wangshu's left chest.
The world is always cruel. Sitting on the floor forgetting books, the voice is so weak that it is almost inaudible. No matter how fast the meteor flies, it will eventually pass through the long sky and then perish.
You shouldn't stop, just like I did three years ago. After Changkong finished speaking, he staggered towards Wudang.
The mulberry tree is green, and the beautiful woman under the tree is independent, dressed in white, with sad eyes. They don't know that the shooting star stops to leave beauty to the world. After saying that, he actually smiled.
Among those who talk about swords in the world, Dao Yi should be the best, but Dao Yi has long been out of the world. After the battle of Shenlong, some people began to call Chang Kong the best sword in the world. But Changkong was not happy about this, because he knew that his swordsmanship was not worthy of this title. Most people in the world came here for Wudang and his master Daoyi.
Changkong said, I still have the form of Master's sword, but I haven't tasted the possibility of Master's sword intention.
Dao Yi called Changkong into his room and said, In fact, you are indeed a unique martial arts prodigy, and the resentment in your heart is rare in a hundred years. This is because you are so young. The reason for such success. However, this resentment is your advantage, but it also happens to be your bottleneck. If you want to achieve higher achievements, you must try to let go of this resentment.
After the Murong family competed in martial arts to recruit brides, and the world's tycoons flocked to it, Changkong decided to go down the mountain again.
Changkong defeated all his opponents. Although it was not easy, it was not too difficult. In the month after Changkong's victory, there were few challengers, because Changkong would kill his opponent every time he fought, and the word "Changkong" would be carved on his face. At this point, the world only knows about the Changkong family, but not about the Ji family. And Changkong became Murong Changkong, the husband of Murong Lanyan, the only daughter of the Murong family.
Changkong knew about Mingyue from his wife Lan Yan. Seeing Lan Yan, Changkong felt like seeing the shadow of Xianyun, especially those eyes. That day, Changkong finally opened the door of Lan Yan's room and saw her sitting in front of the piano, with melancholy eyes but not playing the piano. When Lan Yan saw the door open, she immediately picked up the tea cup that had been prepared nearby, drank it all, and immediately passed out.
The Murong family of Gu Su, those who are close to Murong are close to the world. Lan Yan drank poison with the hope of death, but there were too many talented people in the family, so he managed to save her. Help me kill Mingyue, Lan Yan said, and passed out again. When he woke up, he couldn't remember anyone or anything.
When he saw the bright moon, Changkong held the Murong family's treasure, the first of the ten famous swords, Yueying. Mingyue, on the other hand, was drinking by herself in a small wine shop. In fact, it is the bright moon that appears in the sky.
There is no one on the ancient road, only this small shop.
I wonder if the bright moonlight only loves this ancient road of ten miles of Fengpo? When the dust has cleared, the old memories that have been annihilated in the world all fall into silence. Under the bright moon, the quiet maple trees are waiting, waiting for someone to stir up the dust of those ages again, and continue the past events that have lasted for thousands of years.
The bright moon put down the wine jar, and the moon was already in the sky. Changkong has been looking at the bright moon outside the store for four hours.
If you cannot read your opponent, you have lost. This is what Dao Yi said. If there is anyone who can remember it in Changkong, it is just Dao Yi, Changkong stands still.
Mingyue picked up the sword on the table and walked out slowly. Everyone in the store, including the shopkeeper and the waiter, had long since disappeared.
The moonlight is like splashing, and the sword is drawn in the sky. The moon shadow in the moonlight trembles with the light, and makes a small sound. Changkong noticed a hint of surprise in Mingyue's eyes, although it was only for a moment, the Moon Shadow Sword came out.
No one could clearly see the movements of both parties. The moonlight enveloped the two swords, making it even more unclear whether it was the sword light or the moonlight.
Cang——, the sword was broken, the bright moon was thrown out of the light group, and the blood under the ribs continued to flow. The sword floated up from the sky, his eyes unadorned.
Changkong raised his sword and stabbed Changkong's pale face reflected in the moonlight. The moonlight's small voice became clearer and revealed sadness. Mingyue still raised her face, not caring about the stinging pain, and her eyes showed greed.
When the word "长" was carved into the sky, Mingyue closed her eyes. When Mingyue opened her eyes, the sky had disappeared. The bright moon is above, the maple trees are bathed in the moonlight, watching the dust gradually return to silence, and also watching the bright moon in the dust, slowly getting up, dragging the figure under the moon, farther and farther, and the blood on the ground gradually condenses .
In this world, there are always many things happening at the same time. Some of them may be known to you, but most of them are unknown to you and cannot even be imagined. Changkong didn't know that Lan Yan, who was sitting in front of the guqin in the room, was looking at the blurry shadow of the cherry blossom trees across the window. One tear struggled to roll down, followed by the second, and the third - and at this time The sky came in.
Three years is a cycle. Three years ago, Changkong knocked on that door. It was a very similar door, belonging to similar women, and they had similar eyes. Three years later, when Changkong was trying to think, the air suddenly became suffocating, and there seemed to be a voice that wanted to tell him something. Changkong really wanted to think, but a sharp pain interrupted him. He felt like he was falling down, and he tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't tell clearly whether what he saw in his eyes was a cherry blossom tree or a mulberry tree.
Changkong didn’t know that his mulberry tree had long since disappeared, and Xianyun had gone to Jinling. There was a restaurant there, and Wang Shu told her that it was a place he often went to.
Halfway through the pearl star, the bright moon also dimmed. Changkong didn't know that the bright moon had danced with the sword under the bright moon to the sound of Lan Yan's piano.
Changkong practices swordplay in Wudang, and he has a lot of strange moves. But he couldn't imagine, and it was hard to understand, that when Wangshu's silver needle hit the deadly poisonous snake, and when the little rabbit ran away in a staggering way, Xianyun could not forget that smile on the corner of his mouth. face.
Changkong finally fell down and soon lost consciousness. Everything he knew and didn't know was meaningless.
Changkong didn’t know Tianya, or the killer who witnessed his death. I don’t know about Broken Sword, I don’t know about this madman who ran thousands of miles with a sword in one night.
The bright moon is above, these people are lonely, the bright moon drinks wine alone, the broken sword dances selflessly, Tianya pretends to be a weak smile among the strangers in the restaurant, and there is blue smoke, slender Yun, Su Xiao.
The lonely wind blows by, lonely as night, where the ancient road ends, is it the end of the world? Where is the end of the world? When they occasionally look back at the past, loneliness hits them, and they are at the end of the world.
Do they recall the sky? Maybe it will, but maybe not, but this is no longer important to Changkong.