Ode to Longevity

Yehuan's whole body was in good condition, without a single wound, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also frightened the surrounding guards. Yehuan has been in the palace since he was a child, and they see each other often, but he doesn't know how to laugh, and his face is always sullen, but now, he actually smiles, and this smile is not warm at all, it is so Cold enough to freeze everything in front of you.

"I'm really afraid that you will be merciful. After following Mu Cangyun for so long, you also began to be indecisive and led away by the nose." Ye Huan sneered, the bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, and the The long sword stabbed out and pressed Zhu Jiang.

Born in the same family, Zhu Jiang knew all Yehuan's moves, and he also had a way of restraint, just like their first duel in the open space when they were sensible. They only attacked according to the most basic moves, moving slowly, and they were afraid of hurting the opponent.

The dancing figure was just like practicing swords in the usual way, without the slightest change. One sword went out and one sword was blocked, and it was not even very coherent. The two small figures were sweating profusely. Although the long sword was not heavy, But for them now, it is also a burden. It's completely different from the usual bamboo swords, and it gets tired after just a few swings. My wrist was so sore that I couldn't even use half the strength I normally would.

Real knives and real guns are easy to scratch, and they are really difficult to do the job when they are just starting out. They only lasted for a stick of incense, and they all fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Two wastes, are you so slow when facing the enemy? They won't give you time to breathe! Your swords are dead before they can be pierced."

"You only know how to act according to your moves, but you don't know how to be flexible. If you put this method in the hands of others, your two heads will already fly out!"

"Everything is inseparable from its sect. Although the sword moves change, the sword's edge does not change. Whether it is left or right or up and down, as long as it is a move, there is always a way to break it. But all martial arts can only be broken quickly!"

It's just that, no matter if it's slow or fast, it's them who are hurt in the end. The tiger's mouth in the right hand had already been worn out due to holding the sword for a long time, and the body was pierced with wounds. When they sat on the rocks with each other, they wrapped around their wounds, like a wolf licking the wounds alone.

"Come on, I'll help you." He reached out and took the bandage on the side, raised Yehuan's right hand, and looked at the cut wound on his arm. Zhu Jiang tore off his clothes, wiped the wound clean, and then put the herbs on. On his arm, wrapped in a bandage.

"Brother, why do we have to learn martial arts every day and fight each other? How long will it be like this? I want to go home." He lowered his head and leaned against Zhu Jiang's arms, the little figure was crying, they were just Why do children who are only a few years old do these incomprehensible things.

go home?

Looking at the person in his arms, Zhu Jiang tied the knot, then stretched out his hand to pat the person in his arms, looked into the distance with some hesitation, and muttered: "Wait, we all become masters like the master, and we can go home. Bar."

"A master like the master, what kind of master is it?"

"Those who have the ability to protect themselves from being bullied by others, and who have the ability to protect the people around them, who can beat the bad guys, are such masters."

"When, brother, you become a master, let's go home, okay?"

"Okay, brother, pull Gogo, then I can protect brother. We are all masters."

I never imagined that the parents who sent them to learn martial arts, the familiar village, was destroyed, no one was left, only the mountains were full of mess, and those familiar buildings were burnt to the ground. The familiar big yellow dog was also scorched.

The robbers entered the village and robbed them. Before they could return from their studies, all their dreams were ruined. When he returned, the old master left his last words and left, and all his dreams were completely shattered at this moment. Nothing is left, nothing is left!

"Say, tell me, what's the point of our life? One or the other. Hahaha, brother, you've been lying to me, right?"

The heavy rain washed the earth, and the red blood flowed on the ground, mixed with the turbid rainwater, and penetrated into the soil. The child with wounds on both sides was half-kneeling on the ground, with wounds all over his body. , already whitened under the rain, they shivered, but did not get up.

"I didn't lie to you, but I didn't expect it either." Yes, they didn't expect that things would turn out like this, no one could have predicted.

"I didn't think of anything, the dream is gone so quickly, right? What's the use of me wanting this master, I have nothing now, I'm the only one left, I'm..." That little figure Forcibly supported, laughed wildly, and wanted to step forward, but the footsteps trembled and fell directly to the ground.

"Yehuan..." He wanted to take a step forward, but Zhu Jiang had exhausted his strength, and before he had time to get up, the golden light in front of him flashed, and he fell unconscious on the ground.

When he wakes up again, he is no longer himself. And the younger brother who grew up together has also changed. He was taken away by King Cen Mu Cangyun, but he became the personal guard of Prince Murong Chu. And this King Cen and a prince are not mutually exclusive. He was valued more and more by others, but he, Zhu Jiang, followed King Cen to fight in the north and south, and disappeared from the sight of Yun Guo.

I never thought that the familiar figure was still here, but the two of them were already fragmented, not the brothers of the year.

With a flick of the sword in his hand, Zhu Jiang circumvented Yehuan's sword and watched his figure pass by in front of his eyes. The sword in his hand moved towards Yehuan's sword.

"Heh..." A cold smile suddenly exploded in his ears, and Zhu Jiang's pupils couldn't help shrinking.

Yehuan, who had turned his back to him, turned around with a slight smile on his lips. He also let go of the long sword in his hand. to his heart. There was no sign, and even the sword could not be retracted.

Looking helplessly at the person in front of him, he aimed his heart at the sword and slammed it hard.

"Zi..." As if something had been scratched, the crisp voice echoed in his ears. The familiar smell was entangled in his nose, and the big hand that was placed on him fell on his shoulder. For many years, he had never done such an action, and he walked by it coldly every time.

"Brother, take me home first, okay?" Turning his head to look at the familiar face, Yehuan smiled softly, letting the long sword pass through his own body, grabbing Zhu Jiang's shoulders with both hands, Softly said: "I know, you still have your tasks, and you have to live one or the other. I don't hate you, take my share and live together, okay?"

"Ye, Ye Huan..." The voice began to tremble, Zhu Jiang's hand trembled uncontrollably, and almost at the next moment, he firmly hugged Zhu Jiang's body, and the tight black pupils were already covered. Full of bloodshots.