Chapter 10 farewell
After Chen Xiangzi left, Ziyan built a tomb next to his grave, and every morning she would change her face and meditate in front of the tomb.
Sometimes the appearance is majestic, sometimes elegant and reticent, sometimes bearded and bold, sometimes majestic and domineering.Countless faces are masks painstakingly concocted the day before, true and false, only need to flip two hands.There is only a rough linen filial piety dress, secretly conveying endless thoughts.
"Have I defeated you, Master?" Zi Yan asked herself, unable to understand.The Sri Lankan has gone, and I can no longer see how he increased or decreased his voice and appearance, and he was in the nine heavens.Sometimes I think of the master who laughed at himself, saying that his life must be catastrophe, but the master still goes his own way and does not modify his appearance.
"So Master will have today's calamity."
Ziyan saw it, he was the one who wanted to change his fate, but he failed to change his fate for Master.He hated a little, why he only thought of learning Yirong, but didn't expect to use it to save people as soon as possible.After hearing the news of the Ten Masters Association, he was only thinking about how to surpass his master, and forgot about the potential danger around him.Is Chen Xiangzi bound by fate, or is his thinking too naive?
Ziyan didn't know.He understood that from now on, he would not stand idly by.
During this period, I was so sad that I had to stay in bed and recuperate.When she got better, she went to the grave with strength, and saw Zi Yan sitting silently in front of the master's tomb.The two were relatively silent, and the spring breeze was gentle, sweeping away some dusty past events.
Ziyan looked at her haggard face, she was no longer the worry-free girl she used to be, hesitated for a moment, then said: "Ten Masters Association... I..." Knowing the hesitation in his heart from the side, said: "You go! I will guard here, didn't father expect you to go before leaving?" Ziyan lowered her head and forced a smile, "I...go on behalf of master." Looking sideways at the grass on the grave, she said calmly: "Father said let me go." You go, not on his behalf, in his eyes you are better than the blue, you have already surpassed him. This is what you have been looking forward to."
Zi Yan shook her head slowly, with tiredness in her eyes, "No, I failed to win him. If I didn't know how to change your appearance for you, Master might have survived for a few more days. He went to fulfill his wish, if To fulfill his wish later, maybe..."
For the right moment and doing the right thing, he is still a little immature now.
"I don't blame you." Rubbing away the moisture from her eye sockets sideways, "It's better to die with a smile like that than to let daddy live in depression every day." Speaking of this, her gloomy face gradually filled with brilliance, as if reborn from Nirvana, "At the meeting of ten masters, when you see Master Qingluan of Wenxiufang, please tell her for me that I will worship her as my teacher in three years' time."
Zi Yan was startled, "Side, you..."
Staring sideways at the tombstone, kowtowed several times solemnly, and said to Chen Xiangzi on the ground: "I've thought about it, I want to find something that I like all my life, and I will persevere in doing it. My father used to say that I have a talent for weaving and embroidery. I can't inherit my father's disguise technique, so let me try my best to become the heir of Wenxiufang. If one day I can rank among the top ten masters with Ziyan and you, my father will know, and I won't say that I'm not good enough!"
Ziyan smiled gratifiedly, finally, Sideside was no longer just Chen Xiangzi's daughter, she wanted to be herself.The girl who often gave up playing diabolo has grown up and will weave a bright future in the not-too-distant days.
After making the oath sideways, he suddenly turned to face Zi Yan, and said with a direct gaze: "But, I will not let Zhaolang City go! When I have practiced my skills, I will seek revenge from them."
Zi Yan shuddered, thinking of the master who was sleeping in the ground, Huo Di held her hand, and said firmly: "No, I will go if I want to go."
His hands were as cold as jade, as steady as stone.She trembled from side to side, as if she had returned to that day, Feng Sheng said to her: "Where did you come from, and where did you go back, you can only come up after all these people have left." Feng Sheng went and never came back.Will Zi Yan disappear without a trace like Feng Sheng?
She couldn't help turning her hands over and hugging him tightly.Will there be a future with this boy?The old thoughts returned to the bottom of my heart, and I held it at this moment, and I didn't want to let go, never want to.
March is just around the corner.
On the day of parting, Yuhua packed her luggage, took out Ziyan's two horses, and waited for Ziyan to set off together.He didn't come out of the house for a long time, which made the sad side feel anxious, and urged him to leave quickly outside the door.
"If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the boat!" Yanhua yelled loudly.The boat to Luyuan Continent only sailed once every ten days, and if they missed the latest trip, the two of them would not be able to see the grand occasion when the Ten Masters met.
Zi Yan came out of the room slowly, and looked straight at the two of them.The young man came walking amidst the mist and drunkenness, like a soul floating in the whirling light and shadow, unable to grasp his exquisite form and spirit.After taking off his filial piety clothes, a plain fine kudzu robe was loosely draped over his body, and his gestures were as light and graceful as a phoenix. If one inadvertently turned his eyes, he would not be able to touch his existence.
Yan Hua couldn't help thinking, he is the most unpredictable stick of incense, the colors of the world are lingeringly burning in the corners of his brows and eyes, the endless beauty of the world of mortals.It was not in vain for her to carve it into a tool, and when he goes to the Tenth Masters Meeting, he will definitely mark it in history and make it romantic.
"Let's go." Zi Yan turned to the side and had only this sentence.Their eyes intertwined, and they all thought about how they came and how they left on the day they first met.
"Come back early." Said sideways is also an ordinary dialogue, and then stuffed the Bingqi sachet into his palm.The gentleness of the tentacles seemed to melt into his palm, and Zi Yan put it away solemnly close to her body.
The two rode away in a hurry.In the end, there was another person left in the valley, as lonely as before when he never met Ziyan.She watched the two go away at the valley entrance, until the sun set at dusk, and all the colors in the world turned into thick black.
Walking outside Ziyan's house, he entered the house side by side and turned on the light. A little more brilliance would make it less cold.When she turned around, Zi Yan's figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, which startled her.Looking closely, it is a puppet that is no different from a real person, and a mask is lifelike, evoking a smile crookedly.Ziyan's mischievous shadow seemed to flash before her eyes, making faces at her.
This is Ziyan's skin.Thinking sideways, just as he took a step towards it, he suddenly saw another face.There was a resounding sound in my heart, Feng Sheng, Feng Sheng's puppet, stood quietly behind the bed curtain, staring at her blushing.
She gathered herself together, thinking of the joke about Yanhua forcing Ziyan to change her face, did he pay attention because of this?It was this man who knew she would never forget.Biting his lip sideways, he walked towards Feng Sheng, the same eyebrows and eyes, why did they seem to lose color now.She couldn't help looking back at Zi Yan's portrait, after all, he was the one she couldn't let go of.
In the dark behind Feng Sheng, something stood up abruptly, dazzled her eyes.Walk over and touch a yellow birch crossbow.
Time stops.This is a weapon she has never mentioned to anyone.Staring at it sideways, the cold Yugi was like his cold hands.Gently pull, the strings sound, and an arrow pierces the heart.It turned out that there was no such thing as Pengying Island, it turned out that he had no martial arts, what he had was courage, the determination to risk his life when the situation came to an end.
There is no cold or heat in the immortal bones of Zhijun, and it is as if they meet each other for thousands of years.
Looking sideways into the distance, Qimo Xiangchen is getting far away from people, and I don’t know when we will meet each other in the future...