Chapter 44 Chapter 44: Swordsman Tomb

When I was 13 years old, he left the grassland and my life. The clouds that day were very shallow, very light, floating in the sky, making the sky look so complete and round, and my heart was broken into pieces under the complete blue sky, falling into dust. I hid in the crowd of Kalui and saw him riding high on the horse, smiling brightly and waving frequently. His bright white teeth seemed to bite directly on the fragments of my heart under the sun, and my heart turned to ashes. Butterflies, flying and flying around his saddle.I tried my best to keep my eyes wide open to prevent the tears from blurring my vision, but his figure was still getting smaller and smaller, and finally it was a black dot between the blue sky and the green fields.

From now on, whenever I look far into the distance, I will see a black spot hazy at the end of the grassland.I know it's him, but I don't know if he melted into the world or turned into eternity. When I was 13 years old, I didn't know that looking at a point in the sky every day was called lovesickness, and I didn't know what the love between the Kalui tribe and our Zaha tribe meant to me for the rest of my life.I just sang an old grassland love song repeatedly and repeatedly to the blue sky and green grass every day when shepherding the sheep.It is a mysterious legend about how to find love widely circulated in the grasslands: if any infatuated woman is willing to stain the sword tip of the man she loves red with the blood of her heart, then she can win the man's heart forever .Everyone knows this statement and everyone believes it, but no one has ever tried it.

Men in our grassland can dance swords, and the Kalui and Zaha tribes hold sword competitions every autumn on the day of Guyu.The one who wins the competition is naturally a hero, and the one who loses is also respected as long as he is not timid.Therefore, many swordsmen are more and more courageous as they fight, and would rather die than surrender. On the day of Guyu, there will often be a few more new graves on the grassland.Grain rain does not necessarily rain, but the sky must be cloudy, because people's hearts are cloudy, even a great hero who wins may not be easy, because winning means that he will continue to choose life and death next year, and the more times he wins , the more shameful the defeat, the victorious heroes died by the sword almost without exception, because since they won, they could no longer be defeated.However, the swordsman who has killed his opponent in the sword competition can no longer participate in the competition, because he realizes that God has the virtue of being good at life, and his sword has already drank human blood and became hostile, so it cannot kill more.Either die in battle or kill, there is no third choice, so the enmity between the two tribes is getting deeper and deeper.

When I was 17 years old, at the Guyu Sword Festival, he came back holding a bronze sword. He was agile and skilled in swordsmanship. He defeated 17 swordsmen in a row and returned with a complete victory.What is rare is that his swordsmanship always reaches the point, often stabbing the opponent's wrist or knee so that one cannot raise the sword and can only stop fighting, but not die.It was almost the first time in history that no one died in the sword competition, so even though it was a rainy day, it was sunny and clear like a piece of transparent jade.Kalui's people happily danced and sang around him, and Zaha's people looked at him with hatred, but they also admired him sincerely.And I, I looked at my long-lost hero, and my heart turned into a butterfly, surrounded him lively and followed him.A Kalui girl asked him to dance, and I realized for the first time that we were originally from two hostile tribes.

Although they are nomadic in the same grassland, the two tribes live in no fixed place. It took me a long time to see him once in a while, either passing by, or looking at each other from a distance. Butterfly Heart chased him for a while From spring to summer, his eyes always pass over my long hair and land on a certain mountain in the distance. The Gu Yu Sword Club is the only chance for me to watch him to my heart's content.He is still a victor, from the time I was 17 to 21 years old, he was a victorious general at the Guyu Festival, but miraculously, no one died under his sword, so he still has to compete, year after year Participate in sword competitions every year, and be the champion year after year.His swordsmanship became more and more exquisite, and his men became more and more silent.

I know that many Kalui girls have shown love to him, but he has nothing else to do except hunting and practicing swords.He is a lonely hero on the grassland. I quietly left Zaha's tent and wandered on the grassland. After searching for 3 months and 7 days, I found the trace of Kalui.I waited for him on the way back from grazing, standing quietly in a slender silhouette under the setting sun.When his horse stopped beside me, I lowered my head, not knowing how to express my obsession to him, not knowing what kind of language could eliminate the thousands of years old enmity between Kalui and Zaha.The stars are twinkling behind him, and I seem to hear the sound of the night getting darker.After a long time, I suddenly lowered my body, squatted in front of his feet and untied the lace of his left boot. A woman on the prairie ties a man’s shoelace, which means that he will tie it for life. I confessed my 8 years in this silent way. infatuation.

He hesitated, and I saw his sapphire blue robe trembling like a lake, and I saw his riding whip clenched and relaxed.I untied and tied the laces of my left boot with tears in my eyes. When my fingertips just touched the right boot, he suddenly took a step back. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. The horse went away, and one person and one rider galloped out of my sight in an instant. I stood on the grassland for a long time and refused to look back, as if I was afraid that I would turn into a pillar of salt if I was not careful.Tears slipped silently from my cheeks to the tip of the long grass, and the coldness of the night seeped into my heart.

I waded across the river beach and passed through a tomb. The convex and concave patterns on the grassland are the soul-stirring relics of Guyu.The names of the dead swordsmen are engraved on the tombstone. They are still very young. They are the most heroic and lively young people on the grassland, but now they are lying lonely in this deserted graveyard, no one is paying homage to them.I sat alone with my knees hugged on the top of a grave, and the wind complained and the groan was my dialogue with the sword souls. At this moment, the world was silent and time lingered, and in the darkness of the universe, I could clearly see the sight at the end of my eyes. a black spot.The black spot was getting bigger and closer, and when it was in front of me, I still couldn't believe it was him who went and came back.

He was riding on a horse and looking down at me, his eyes were cold and unpredictable. I stared blankly at him without saying a word. We had a silent confrontation like this for a long time. When I thought he would never speak, he suddenly said The horsewhip pointed to the surrounding graves, and said in a low voice: "One day, I will be one of them." I was taken aback for a moment, and he bent over and swept me onto the horse's back, and with a "snap", The horse galloped forward.My back was pressed against his chest, and my whole body rose in a cloud of mist. I wanted him to take me to the ends of the earth, but he just sent me back to the Jaha Tribe.When our tent was in the distance, he reined in the horse and jumped off the horse. For the first time, we looked at each other face to face.He nodded slightly, and said decisively: "Go back." Suddenly he swung his sword, and a thin braid that fluttered over my shoulder fell down, and before I realized what happened, he grabbed it and let it go He fell into his arms, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back again. Amid the neighing of the steed, his back disappeared into the vast night.

I know that this time he will never look back, he can't belong to me, because he already belongs to the sword.Unless his sword kills an opponent, he can never stop fighting with swords. If he is unwilling to kill, then he will one day become someone else's ghost.His valor and my infatuation are the same loneliness, my hero Oh, how can I end your pain, how can I get your heart? It was Guyu again, my hero's eyes were calm, and his sword was sharp. When he defeated the 12th opponent, I saw beads of sweat on his forehead, and his sword style was still so cautious.I know that if he refuses to stab an opponent to end the game, sooner or later he will lose strength after a long battle and die under someone else's sword.I changed into the men's clothes I had prepared, covered my veil and carried my long sword upside down, and walked to the front of the formation.

We confronted each other again.There was a little confusion in his eyes, as if he was wondering who I was.However, the horn to urge the battle has already sounded, and he raised the long sword in his hand.The man I love most in this life raised his long sword to me, and the cold light on the tip of the sword emitted an unusually cold light, which was so cold.I stared at the tip of the sword and walked forward without saying a word. I looked at him deeply, deeply, as if I wanted to look him into eternity. Looking at him, I rushed towards the long sword, and the tip of the sword pierced my chest. When I entered, the black veil suddenly fell, and I smiled happily amidst the tingling pain in my heart. He turned pale with fright, and hastily drew out his long sword, the tip of which was dripping with blood. I watched him fall slowly, and he rushed forward madly and hugged me in his arms. This was the first time, the first time. The first time he hugged me so tightly, the first time he looked at me so painfully, it was the first time!I smiled even brighter—— "What happened next?" When Father Kulemu told the story to this point, I was on the verge of tears, but I still couldn't help asking about the final ending.The purpose of this group gathering was to collect love songs from the prairie. I never expected to hear such a soul-stirring love history, but once I got in contact with it, it was hard to let go of it. "Later——" Father Kulem looked back at the surrounding tombs, "Later, she was buried here, which is the tomb in front." "She's dead?" I exclaimed. "Dead, I killed it with my own hands." The old man's voice was flat and could not hear sorrow or joy. He kept staring into the distance, as if looking at an unknown world, and as if looking at his own heart, "She died The smile in front of me is so beautiful—because I finally killed an opponent and I can no longer compete with swords, but what I killed was my most beloved girl. At the moment when her veil fell, I realized that I was If you love her so much, you know that loving someone can do this. The blood on the tip of my sword can no longer be wiped clean, and I cut off my right hand with it—" the old man raised his right arm, and swung the end of it I can't bear to witness the swing. I lowered my head and listened to the old man slowly say in his unchanging flat tone: "On the day of her funeral, Kalui and Zaha's people all went, and she was the only one buried in this swordsman grave." Woman. It rained heavily that day, and people from both tribes were crying, and the sword competition was canceled afterwards." I also shed tears, and suddenly thought of a question: "Is that legend about the love that can be obtained by staining the tip of the lover's sword red with blood, is it true?" The old man looked at me and at the grave in front of him, sighed and got up and left.I watched his lonely figure turn into a black spot at the end of the sky, and when I thought about the infatuated girl lying in the tomb under my feet, I suddenly realized that she was me, I was her, Long grass is our communication. I have an irresistible desire to tell her, so I wrote this story——