The moonlight is like water, shining through the window on a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. The boy is thin and has a sickly yellow color on his face. He is sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a sheathed dagger on his leg.
, bits of hazy light rippled towards the dagger, slowly flowing into the young man's body.
Suddenly the young man's body shook violently, a strange flush flashed across his sickly face, and a large amount of sweat fell from his forehead. Then his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and soon the young man groaned and collapsed on the bed.
I don’t know how long it took for the boy to finally regain some strength. He struggled to get up from the bed and held the dagger in front of his eyes. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he failed again. He couldn’t remember how many times he had failed.
It's been ten years.
Ten years ago, his peers had already refined their spirit swords and became true spirit sword masters, but he was just a waste. He took out his spirit sword for everyone to see, but only received playful ridicule from everyone, and his father was angry.
To throw his Xiao Hei into the furnace, Xiao Hei would have been burned into a ball of molten iron if his mother had not begged for mercy. Therefore, he had to bury another secret of his in his heart.
Since he sneaked into the sword pool when he was six years old, his body has undergone some changes. He can actually feel the sword spirits in the spirit sword and see them clearly. But for some reason, he subconsciously hates those sword spirits.
There is only Xiao Hei. Although he can't even feel where Xiao Hei's sword spirit is, he knows that Xiao Hei must exist. He likes Xiao Hei. What's more important is that he can use Xiao Hei to refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into sword energy and collect it in his Dantian.
This discovery came entirely by accident.
That day, when he was six years old, he accidentally fell asleep holding Xiao Hei in his arms. While he was half asleep and half awake, a mysterious text sounded in his mind: The sword is originally made of iron, and it becomes psychic because of holding it.
It moves by the heart, lives by blood, and dies by non-thoughts. The form and spirit are in harmony, holding the Yuan and maintaining unity, refining the heart and nourishing the sword, collecting the energy of the heaven and earth, tempering the sword and turning it into spirit, storing sutras and refining the veins, and making people unite with the sword.
1. The spirit and spirit are united, circulating back and forth, endlessly, and the three flowers of essence, energy and spirit gather in the Dantian.
As this text sounded, Xiao Hei's sword gradually glowed, and traces of heaven and earth vitality were suddenly attracted by an inexplicable force, gathered on the short sword, and then transformed into a wisp of pure sword energy.
It penetrated into his body along his mouth and nose, and finally sank into his Dantian.
Later, he vaguely understood that it was a mental method for practicing sword energy, which made him ecstatic, because his father never allowed him to come into contact with the spiritual sword master's training methods. Now with this mental method, he can
Become a spiritual sword master!
He didn't tell anyone, and began to practice sword energy day and night. He wanted to wait until he was successful in practicing sword energy before telling his father, so that his father could see that he was not a useless person.
But soon a problem arose, because his sword energy could only go in but not out. Every time he mobilized the sword energy to circulate in his meridians, for some reason it always stopped running when it was about to run out for a week, and the meridians all over his body were like knives.
Usually severe pain, sometimes even spasm and coma.
This made little Mo Wen feel a strong sense of unwillingness. He refused to accept it! He wanted to prove that he was not a waste! So he continued to practice day and night for ten years, and the sword energy in his body had reached a very strong level. Every time he would
I would try to use sword energy to hit my meridians, but failed again and again, until today.
That night he tried again, but failed as usual!
Am I really a waste? Mo Wen raised his head and asked the bright moon outside the window, but the moon didn't answer. Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask. Is this the meaning of my name?
Tomorrow is the day when he actually turns sixteen. Sixteen is a sign of adulthood, but he feels that his health is getting worse. He has changed from one bowl of soup a day to three bowls a day. But even so, he
He couldn't walk more than two miles in a day. He suspected that sooner or later, he would lie in bed and never get up.
Tomorrow is his coming-of-age ceremony and also his wedding. Uncle Mu Lei’s youngest daughter Mu Qing will marry him tomorrow. Qingqing came to Zhujian Villa very early and has been living with him. To be precise, he is taking care of himself.
, it has been more than ten years. She is only one year older than him, and is already a tall and graceful beauty. She is the object of admiration of many young people in the villa, but they know that Qingqing is the woman of the young owner of the villa, and they never come to the villa.
It was doomed from the moment. So he is the most unpopular person among the young people in the Villa. Although he is the only son of the Villa owner, it does not affect their jealousy. Who cares about a loser?
Mo Wen sighed. In fact, not only the younger generation in the villa looked down upon him, but also the older generation of uncles had no respect for him, the young owner of the villa. Zhujian Villa was a complicated place, although he was a member of the Mo family.
However, the Mo family has always been a single generation. There are only three real Mo family members in Zhujian Villa, father, mother, myself, and the future Mu Qingqing. Although the rest are also named Mo, they are
They are all nameless orphans taken in by the villa and raised as members of the Mo family. How can there be real family affection if there is no blood relationship at all?
As he grew older, he was able to see through some things in the Villa. His father was under a lot of pressure, and his only son was a disabled person. Will the Sword Forging Villa still have the surname Mo in the future? Mo Wen had roughly guessed his father.
Why is he so indifferent to himself? His father is angry about why he is a useless person!
Mo Wen had almost recovered his strength, so he put the dagger back into his arms, stood up, opened the door and walked out. The night wind blowing on his body made Mo Wen wake up a lot, and he walked outside a courtyard without knowing it.
There were lights on in the courtyard. This was Qingqing's residence. It seemed that Qingqing was not asleep yet, so Mo Wen walked in. He didn't know how he felt about Qingqing. The girl who had always taken care of him like a sister suddenly wanted to become him.
Mo Wen always felt a little weird about his wife, but he didn't reject her, and even took it for granted. Maybe they were destined to be husband and wife.
"Qing'er, there are things I have to tell you." Liu Huixin said softly while combing Mu Qingqing's hair.
"Mother, please speak." Mu Qingqing was wearing a red wedding dress and sitting in front of the mirror.
"Mom, after much thought, I feel that I shouldn't hide it from you. It's too unfair to you."
Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and said nothing, listening quietly.
Liu Huixin sighed: "You should have noticed that Wen'er's illness is incurable."
"I know." Mu Qingqing said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"His illness was brought here from birth, and it was because of my poor motherhood that he was born with a terminal illness." Liu Huixin's voice was choked, and she continued: "There are still two years, maybe even less.
He's leaving."
"I know that my father has already told me that I was born with residual veins." Mu Qingqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror and said softly.
Liu Huixin paused while combing her hair: "If you don't want to marry, you don't have to marry. Our Mo family cannot delay your lifelong happiness. Even if you don't marry into our Mo family, I will always treat you as my daughter."
"Mother, I will get married." Mu Qingqing's tone was very calm, but it contained a decisive meaning.
"Okay, okay, I'm really sorry for you." Liu Huixin hugged Mu Qingqing into her arms from behind, and her tears wet Mu Qingqing's long hair.
Bang!
The door was pushed open from the outside. Mo Wen stood in front of the door and looked at his mother: "Mom, is everything you said true?"
"Ask your son!" Liu Huixin suddenly woke up and looked at her son with some confusion.
"Is what you said true?" Mo Wen stared at his mother closely.
"Wen'er, don't think too much, I..."
As soon as Liu Huixin said this, she was interrupted by Mo Wen, who shouted hysterically: "You are still lying to me!"
"Born with a residual pulse! Born with a residual pulse!" Mo Wen finally understood why his father hated him so much over the years and why his body became weaker and weaker. It turned out that he was a damned person!
"Hahahaha, that's it! God! Is this the answer you gave me?" Mo Wen asked the sky with a slanted finger.
"Wen'er, don't do this." Liu Hui burst into tears.
Mo Wen rushed to Mu Qingqing and glared at her: "Are you pitying me? Are you pitying me?"
Mu Qingqing looked at him calmly and said nothing.
"Haha, haha, pity me! You are all pitying me! I don't need your pity!"
Mo Wen rushed out of the room like crazy, stumbled back to his study, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote a few lines on it. Then he grabbed the paper and rushed outside again.
Outside the room, Mu Qingqing stood under the moonlight. Mo Wen threw the white paper on her: "Get out! I don't need your pity! This is the divorce letter. From now on, you will not be my woman, Mo Wen! You can't do this."
You will be a widow for me for the rest of your life! Get out! Go back to your Thunder Cloud Sword Hall and don’t let me see you again!"
A piece of divorce paper with wet ink stains slowly fell at Mu Qingqing's feet. Mu Qingqing stood motionless and stunned. For the first time, he felt a strange feeling towards the person he had taken care of for almost his whole life.
It felt like it wasn't until a long time after Mo Wen left that Mu Qingqing knelt down and picked up the divorce note, silently walked back to his room and closed the door.
Mo Wen was like a wounded beast. He ran forward desperately, with only one thought in his mind: escape, escape from here! He stumbled and fell countless times, with wounds all over his legs and arms. Finally, he had no strength left, and he collapsed.
Under a big tree.
Where is this place? Mo Wen looked familiar at the surrounding scenery. Yes, it was the back mountain. It was the back mountain trail leading to Jianchi that only he and Mu Qingqing knew. Why did he come here?
Ten years ago, he and Mu Qingqing broke into the sword pool without authorization, causing a failure to inject the spirit of a high-grade spiritual sword. They were punished by their father and grounded for a month and ordered not to approach the back mountain again. However, he still often sneaked here to play.
, but as my health got worse and worse, I haven’t been here for a long time. The last time I remember was three years ago.
That familiar call came again, as it did every day for ten years. What was it calling him again? Mo Wen struggled to get up and walked towards the depths of the back mountain.
This is the direction of Jianchi! Mo Wen stopped, but the call became stronger and stronger. That's all, what else should a dying person have to worry about?
Mo Wen resolutely picked up his energy and moved forward. Knowing that he might have two years left to live, Mo Wen also let go. Is there anything worse than death? dd