Chapter 73: I'm coming from the sea with wind and rain (2)

It was already late at night, and Fan Xian stood alone next to the sword pit, staring blankly at the dense swords in the pit, like rice and like prickly pricking the top of the tree in the sky. The position he was standing at this time was exactly where Wang Shisanlang was standing before. In fact, when he had the final conversation with Sigu Jian in the inner room, he vaguely heard Shisanlang's silent crying, crying silently, but in fact there was still a sound.

At that time, there was no one around in the depths of Jianlu. The issues Sigujian and Fan Xian were too important. Even the sword boy was driven far away, leaving only Shisanlang to guard outside the house. Fan Xian understood that Sigujian used this to express his attitude. He trusted his young disciples in the closed door, and Fan Xian also trusted Shisan. What is the future of Dongyi City depends on the cooperation between Shisanlang and Fan Xian. Sigujian wanted Shisanlang to learn more from this conversation. Fan Xian also hoped that Shisanlang could understand different things from the domineering skills he dictated.

This was a silent time, and they were tacitly in touch with each other, but Wang Shisanlang was in a state of depression at that time, and he didn't know how much he heard and understood.

The disciples of Jianlu entered the house silently, and Fan Xian would naturally not go in again. He would not be so arrogant that he thought Sigu Jian would really regard himself as the most important and closest young man in the world because of his mother's relationship, and would rather stay with a celebrating minister before he died.

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

At this time, Sigu Jian should have explained his funeral in the house. Many of these funerals were related to Fan Xian, or Dongyi City had to cooperate with Fan Xian's affairs. Fan Xian was not convenient for eavesdropping, so he sighed and walked out of Jianlu.

I wonder if the fate of Sigu Jian can suppress Yun Zhilan's rebound, Fan Xian had no way to determine this matter.

Walking out of Jianlu Gate, the subordinates of the Supervision Bureau and the ritual officials from Dongyi City welcomed them, their faces were different and heavy. Fan Xian shook his head, and then, accompanied by everyone, walked up to the mountain residence.

What are you waiting for? Waiting for a generation of strong men to die, waiting for a grandmaster to leave this world, a meteor fell from the sky? Fan Xian sat on a chair, holding his jaw and meditating, and the croaking of insects around the sword house gradually rose. The croaking of frogs was already born, the breeze and bright moon, the sea breeze in the distance was slightly wet and salty, and the moon shadows were blurred.

At this time, he was sitting by the garden near the cliff of the mountain residence, through the stone gate, looking at the thatched cottage building at his feet not far away, letting the moonlight shine on him, adding a little coldness that is inconsistent with the season. The faint light in the depths of the thatched cottage was always on. It seemed that it would light up forever. The dying Sigujian should still be making the final explanation with his disciples. I wonder if there will be any disputes or any abnormal movements in the cottage at this time.

The Thirteenth Son of Jianlu, his admiration for Sigujian comes from the heart. I believe no one will dare to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, but what about Yun Zhilan?

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the faint lights deep in the grass. He suddenly looked up at the moon and looked at the moon marks that had passed a long track in the sky. He realized that he was sitting quietly on the mountain residence. Several hours had passed, and the night was so deep that it could never be pulled back.

When he looked back, he saw the wind waving the petals in the flowerbed halfway up the mountain, and a shadow came to him quietly along the angle of the moon.

Fan Xian asked softly: "Has the injury been healed? Why don't you stay in Jiangnan and have to come back?"

Shadow stood in the shadow of the stone gate. His eyes looked indifferently at the thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain and said, "No one knew that I was back."

Fan Xian was always worried that His Majesty the Emperor would have suspicion and murderous intention towards Chen Pingping because of Shadow and Sigu Jiandi, so he forced Shadow to Jiangnan. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly appeared in Dongyi City at this time. Without too much thought, Fan Xian knew why Shadow was coming for this trip and sighed and said, "Do you still hate him now?"

Shadow was silent for a moment and said, "Hate. But when the sword pierced into his chest, the hatred had already been vented a lot."

"I just can't understand some things." Shadow looked at the faint lights in the thatched cottage and said, "Even if my father was not mean to him and his mother was harsh on him, everyone in the mansion humiliated him. But after all, he was his relative, why did he kill me? What about me? I am the only person in the mansion who regards him as his elder brother, why did he even kill me?"

Fan Xian looked at him and said, "You are not dead, aren't you?"

Shadow's body shook slightly, it was obvious that his injuries had not healed, and the injuries in his body made him less powerful than when he was in full swing.

"He's going to die."

"Everyone is going to die." Fan Xian sat under the stone gate, gently patted the rough stone surface, and said, "It is already inexplicable that your elder brother can live for so long."

The lights deep in Cao Jianlu were extremely dim and seemed to be extinguished at any time. The thin Si Gu Jian had already sat up from the quilt, washed his face, combed his hair again, and a powerful force that was afraid to look directly on his face appeared on the cold face.

Yun Zhilan, the disciple of Jianlu, held the master's arm and helped him sit on the bed. Wang Shisanlang brought the basin to the outdoors, poured the sewage into the sword pit in the holy land, and then went back to the house to help the eldest brother support the master. The disciple of Jianlu, except for the disciple of Sigujian, all eleven of the disciples, knelt in front of the collapse, with their faces exposed, and some of them had wet marks at the corners of their eyes.

Sigu Jian stared at the third and fourth brothers with a clear and cold look, without explaining what they were doing, and asked softly: "Do you remember what I said before?"

The disciples of Jianlu kowtowed and responded: "Abide by the orders of the master."

The funeral in Dongyi City was settled like this. Although the disciples of Jianlu had already guessed the Master's intentions since the movements in the past few months, they did not expect that Master would bet on such a big bet and so comprehensively support Fan Xian. However, at this time, the disciples were confused, sad, and fearful, but no one dared to raise any objection in front of Master.

Even Yun Zhilan remained silent.

Sigu Jian spoke more and more slowly, and the emotions on his face became less and less and less, and he looked like he was unharmed. The grand master who was unpredictable and unexposed. Yun Zhilan held the master aside, his heart was empty, knowing that this was a rebirth, and a feeling of sadness that could not be suppressed began to permeate the house.

Shisanlang may have cried enough before, but he was particularly calm at this time.

"When is it?" Sigu Jian took a deep breath twice, and asked softly in a hoarse voice.

"It's almost dawn." Yun Zhilan replied respectfully and gently. The last words from Dongyi City were passed on that night. I don't know what kind of backup plan Sigu Jian set up after sending Dongyi City with both hands.

"As soon as you do anything, you must do it to the extreme. Just like in the future of Jianlu, since I chose him, you must also help him to the extreme. Since it is a big bet, you must put all your capital in it. Any self-reflection and repetition are all the pain that Dongyi City cannot bear. Do you understand?"

Sigu Jian sat on the bed, his eyes slowly brushed past the disciples on the ground, and finally fell on Yun Zhilan's face.

Yun Zhilan was silent for a long time and nodded.

Sigu Jian smiled very rare. He knew his eldest disciple too well, and he would do what he agreed to.

"Help me go to the mountain to see, it's going to dawn. I want to... take a look." A sound of unlucky hoho suddenly sounded in Sigu Jian's chest, which sounded like the sound of water summoning under the loess. The Grand Master's face began to show a strange whiteness.

Yun Zhilan felt heartbroken and held his master's thin arm tightly. On the other side, Wang Shisanlang also held Sigu Jian's other arm. The two brothers looked at each other and carefully helped Sigu Jian off the bed.

The second disciple of Jianlu, who was kneeling in front of the bed, walked in front of him. He held Sigujian's feet as fast as possible and put on the slightly rotten straw sandals for him. However, Sigujian had been in bed for more than a month, and the toxin injury broke out in full swing. His legs had already swollen. When he entered the straw sandals, he could see the swollen places being strangled into pieces by the straps of the straw sandals.

Sigu Jian seemed to have no feeling, and just sighed comfortably. The second disciple knew that his master's feet were no longer conscious. He gently stroked the feet. Tears dripped onto the stone slab in front of the bed.

The moon was like a hook, and was about to hide in the slightly gray sky. Most of the sky above Dongyi City was still dark and dark blue, with only the whiteness of the fish belly exposed on the east side. Fan Xianbei, who had been sitting at the stone gate for a night, felt tired and rubbed his temples to prevent himself from falling asleep. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, and watched the lights in the depths of the cottage suddenly faded, knowing that the funeral of Dongyi City had been explained... However, he immediately saw a scene that made him deeply impressed for many years.

The Sigu Sword in the distance, wearing mao clothes and the thin and short Sigu Sword, supported by Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, and accompanied by all the disciples of Jianlu, left the thatched hut and followed the mountain path of the thatched hut, which was extremely difficult and extremely silent, and even solemnly heading towards the back mountain of Jianlu.

Shadow stood behind Fan Xian and saw this scene, silent without saying a word.

It seemed like you could see the Sigu Sword, which was exhausted and dry. As the disciple helped him up the mountain, he looked back and saw that he was looking at the stone gate of the mountain residence. I don’t know whether he was looking at Fan Xian who was entrusting Dongyi City’s future or representing the shadow of the young brother in Dongyi City’s childhood memories.

Fan Xian and Shadow stood silently at the gate of the mountain, watching the team moving towards the top of the mountain. They both stood straight, perhaps to express their respect for this great master. They had to stand and see each other, looking straight, without any other emotions.

The Grand Master's body was thin and short. With the support of Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, he was almost out of sight. The clothes on his body were floating in the morning breeze, and his feet in straw sandals did not hit the ground at all.

The mountain behind the thatched hut was not high. There was a whole mountain at the gate where Fan Xian and the others were. It was not far apart. In a short while, Jianlu and his group climbed to the top of the mountain.

At this time, the Asahi Sun on the eastern sea also jumped out of the quiet coastline and climbed up.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and saw that the first light in the world passed through the sea, through the houses in Dongyi City, through the breath of the world, through the gaps of green trees, on the hill behind the thatched hut, on the body of the disciples of Jianlu in Dongyi City, on the face of the thin master in front.

A faint golden light suddenly appeared on the face of the Grand Master. Although he had reached the end of his life and was weak and thin, he suddenly became above all sentient beings. This was not the sword spirit, but the feeling of this person's existence.

Fan Xian looked at the mountain at a glance, and among the crowd, he could only see him.

Sigu Jian stood on the cliff with a calm face, letting the slightly warm and familiar sunlight come from the sea. He narrowed his eyes slightly, sniffed the air of Dongyi City, sniffed the breath here, silently without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart, and not knowing whether the past history and everything in the past had become several scenes in the mind of the great master, accompanied by the golden light of the rising sun, constantly changing in front of his eyes.

The ant under the tree, friends covered with black cloth, younger brother, rain, dead people, burning houses, swords, sword pits, rotten cloth and garbage in the pit, apprentice, apprentice, or apprentice, sword, big sword, sky sword, one sword crosses the world, one sword protects the city, the city has not been broken, the sword has not been broken, but the person is about to die.

Sigu Jian blinked his somewhat unsightly eyes, drove away the hallucinations in the rising sun, and tried hard to stand higher and look further away. He looked at the real thing, but his feet couldn't use their strength and his eyes were a little blurred.

Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang noticed the master's thoughts and quickly helped him up.

Sigu Jian suddenly felt that his vision became clear. He saw the Dongyi City that he had been guarding for decades, the smoke that grew in the city, the busy merchants who put on the morning market, the wealth, gold and silver that flowed invisibly between the city, and the happy smiles of those people.

When he was dying, he suddenly felt that he didn't want to see these things, so he turned his head slightly and saw the thatched cottage he had lived in for many years. The pale yellow thatched cottage was actually just a broken thatched cottage many years ago. He lived here for a long time, killed many people, taught many people, and was very proud.

Finally, Sigujian saw the big green tree outside Dongyi City. Under the rising sun, this big tree that has experienced countless winds and rains in the East China Sea is still growing healthily and wildly, protecting the pedestrians, travelers, merchants, and people passing by under the trees.
Chapter completed!