Facing Zhehelan's 'explanation', Jianyeshi fell into silence.
Indeed, Jian Yeshi doesn't understand intrigues, he only knows how to pursue martial arts. This kind of thing is indeed beyond the scope of his understanding of the world... And what about Zhe Helan himself? Didn't I go from the beginning to today step by step? The story about the prince forcing the palace, the collusion between the Imperial Guards, and the discovery of illegal things in the East Palace are all fake! All of them!
And it was that 'East Palace Incident' that left a 'shadow' on Zhe Helan's hard 'sword heart', like a crack appearing out of thin air on an invincible sword. Even after that, it was broken. On the eve of each Helan assassination, that weak, pitiful and helpless figure would appear in front of his eyes and in his dreams.
How many souls were killed under the sword, and how many of them were innocent?
No matter whether these people are innocent or not, just to repay Old Wei King for his kindness... Zhe Helan has always convinced herself this way over the years.
But strangely enough, Zhe Helan considers himself a 'cold-blooded person'. Every name and task he receives during the day, he unconditionally chooses to accept and obey, like a stone without emotion... No matter whether the target is a prince, minister or a person in the world at night, he rises and falls with his sword with ease, never dragging his feet, and never feels pity——
Only the 'orphan', no matter how much he comforted and excused him, he could not erase the 'shadow' or repair the 'crack'...
Thinking of this, Zhe Helan's memories returned to that day unconsciously... It was the seventh day after the East Palace Incident. By then, Xinyang Palace had already become an out-and-out 'cold palace'. That day, he accidentally passed by the "cold palace". By coincidence, he found a thin figure hiding in the rockery of the palace. Out of alertness and curiosity, he stepped forward, but what he saw in front of him shocked him a little - a child was holding a pile of leftover food and wolfing it down. It was more like a piece of food than leftover food. Piles of garbage. Since Princess Xinyang hanged herself, Xinyang Palace has become a deserted land with no one coming or going. Many eunuchs have temporarily left buckets of leftover food here, exuding a stench.
But it was the rotten rice thrown away by other palaces that was picked up by this child and stuffed into his mouth desperately. It was obvious that this child was starving.
This scene made Zhe Helan, who had always been decisive, feel pity for no reason, and he stepped forward to take a closer look.
When Zhe Helan approached quietly, he was surprised to find that the child's tattered clothes were made of fine silk! He took a gentle breath, and at that moment, the child turned back in fear like a frightened bird - with panicked eyes and dirty hair, the child was frightened and did not forget to swallow the food in his mouth. Then his eyes met with Zhehelan's.
Zhe Helan was also shocked. He had seen this face before - in the Wei Palace, or in the East Palace to be exact!
The child was also shocked. He had seen this face before - just seven days ago! Behind the fierce leading guard was a thin man who seemed to be afraid of everyone!
Their eyes met, as if there was a tacit understanding between the two of them, they both stood still in place.
I don’t know how long it took, but the child suddenly spoke and said three words that made Zhe Helan feel very inappropriate——
"There's an assassin!"
"What?"
"There's an assassin!"
Zhe Helan turned around and looked around. At this time, there was no one else except a big one and a small one. There wasn't even a fly. How could there be an assassin? But the next sentence made him deeply uneasy——
"There is talk of an assassin outside the house, and my father has gone to save Grandpa Huang!"
Is the prince going to rescue the driver? Why was the news coming out of the palace that night...
The more Zhe Helan thought about it, the more something was wrong, but it was a done deal. Even if he figured it out, it might not help, so he simply selectively left the matter in the corner of his memory and stopped thinking about it.
He did try his best not to think about it, but he could not forget that young, frightened, and innocent face, like a baby bird that had lost its parents, and its parents were the ones who were killed. He strangled himself to death... Whenever he recalled that face, he always felt like a 'bad boy', the 'bad boy' who killed the chick's parents in front of the baby bird, and when' When the villain realized what he had done, a complex emotion spread from the bottom of his heart.
This emotion contains apologies, intolerance and pity, but... there is no 'regret' in this emotion at all.
Perhaps it was this emotion that caused Zhe Helan to carefully select food every day and place it next to the rockery in Xinyang Palace. Only when he saw that the food was gone the next day would he feel at ease...
Recalling all the past events with the orphan, a trace of pity appeared in Zhe Helan's eyes. He touched the scar on his chest and said -
"Ye Shi, do you know how many people from the East Palace Gate died in that incident?"
Jian Yeshi thought for a moment and then replied: "Including the eunuchs, maids and wet nurses, thirty-six people from one gate of the East Palace died in fighting the rebellion or were beheaded, and no one survived."
"The emperor's family is always ruthless, and the lives of these people also include dragons and grandsons! Emperor Zhao's heart is also ruthless..."
Jian Yeshi stood silently on the side - there were some things his master was qualified to say, but he was not.
"But did you know? In fact, there is still one person alive in the East Palace Gate."
"who?"
"The emperor's grandson."
"But, when we finally count the corpses..."
"Yes, there are indeed thirty-six of them." Zhe Helan said calmly, "But one of them was secretly put in for the master."
"What!? Could it be..."
"I let him go because of my master." Zhe Helan explained.
"Then why did you..."
"Because... I can't bear it as a teacher..."
Looking at his master, Jian Yeshi tried to read and distinguish the authenticity of these two words from his eyes - although Zhe Helan always looked kind to him and his junior sister, he knew that, His master is definitely not the kind elder he appears on the surface - you can say he is a ruthless swordsman, or even a cold killer, but the word 'mercy' has never been associated with him. No matter how many years pass by, the temperament that Jianfeng has developed through drinking blood cannot be completely erased.
Therefore, the word 'unbearable' came out of the master's mouth, which really surprised Jian Yeshi.
As the strongest 'swordsman' in the Central Plains, Zhehelan's perception of everything around him is extremely clear and keen. Naturally, the subtle changes of his disciples cannot escape his five senses.
"You do not believe?"
Jian Yeshi lowered his head, and then said seriously: "Disciple doesn't dare!"
"What is there to be afraid of? Don't say you don't believe it, even the teacher himself can't believe it."
Recalling that feeling, Zhehelan still found it incredible. He continued -
"But... this feeling really exists in my heart, so real... Perhaps it is this feeling that drives me to always want to leave that palace and leave that dirty place. . Over the years, how many things have you done for the old King Wei? How many people have you killed? So many people... those who deserve to be killed, those who deserve to be killed, those who deserve to die, those who deserve to die, the guilty and the innocent... They all died under Weishi's sword. Weishi thought that he had been numb for a long time, but every time he thought of the look in the emperor's grandson's eyes, he would feel "unbearable" in his heart... Until the last year before leaving the palace, Weishi The master re-examined the meaning of Madman Qi Bo's 'that sword', and it was not until he finally understood the meaning of 'that sword' that he decided to come here to open this thatched cottage."
"What does 'that sword' mean?"
"Exactly! That sword was not so much Bo Qingbo's stab at me as it was 'gifted' to me by Sir. If Sir had not taken action, I would have died...but then I kept I'm thinking about a question, that is, did Mr. Ye use all his strength that night?"
"Whether you use your full strength or not, what difference does it make?"
"The difference is huge." Looking at the confused disciples, Zhe Helan finally smiled. He said: "Who are you, sir? Even if 'that sword' has already entered the 'Tianshu Realm', if you want to neutralize its power, it would be very easy for you. However, you only appear at the last moment. This..." ....It’s very confusing. If all this is really a coincidence, then it makes sense, but if all this is done intentionally by Mr., then I have to think carefully about why Mr. A sword force? This last sword force was impartial, no more and no less, allowing me to wander between life and death. After staying at the gate of Guimenguan for seven or forty-nine days, I entered the 'Tianshu Realm' , is all this... too much of a coincidence?"
"Master has devoted himself to the art of swordsmanship. It's a natural progression to enter Tianshu. What does it have to do with 'that sword'?"
Zhe Helan shook his head and continued: "Although it is only a small step in the martial arts from 'Tianji' to 'Tianshu', when it comes to every practitioner, it is a huge 'gap'. It can It can be a surging river, a bottomless abyss, or even a vast ocean. Whenever you try different paths and methods to explore it, find it, and cross it, you will often fail. Otherwise, Han How could Shan stay at the peak of 'Tianji' for so long?"
"'That sword'... really has such a meaning?"
"In those forty-nine days, I kept wandering and struggling on the edge of life and death, but it was also during those days that I vaguely touched the threshold of 'Tianshu'. Fortunately, I finally I still crossed that threshold and became the Grand Master of Tianshu Realm... And the deeper meaning of 'that sword' is that maybe my husband thinks that I am more suitable than Han Dan."
"What's more suitable?"
"More suitable to be the guardian of Wei."
Having said this, Zhehelan's hand unconsciously rubbed the scar again.
"The meaning of 'that sword'...is so much?"
Jianyeshi's pursuit of 'kendo' can be described as crazy. Every time Zhehelan mentioned 'that sword', Jianyeshi would always try hard to 'taste' it. He had never seen 'that sword' with his own eyes, but he did I yearn for 'that sword' so much.
Seeing that her disciple was once again lost in imagination and speculation, Zhe Helan also carefully thought about that sword——
"My teacher has been pursuing the peak of 'swordsmanship' all his life, but even now, even though he has entered the Tianshu realm, he still cannot understand the meaning of 'that sword' - how Madman Bo stabbed him with the strength of the Tianji realm. With such a sword that destroyed the world? And the power of 'that sword' is the only pursuit of the teacher in this life - the teacher has been thinking, thinking that with the current strength of the teacher, if he faces that thunderous sword again , can it be resolved?"
The charm of 'that sword' is so great, is it so desirable? It's a pity that Madman Bo's life and death are unknown at the moment. Even if he is alive secretly, he is probably just an ordinary person. It's such a pity... It's a pity that I haven't experienced 'that sword' personally, even if I stood aside and watched it up close like Han Dan did... Thinking of this, Jian Yeshi couldn't help but show his longing. His expression seemed to be filled with fascination.
Zhe Helan could see what his disciple was thinking at a glance. This first disciple's pursuit of swordsmanship could be said to be even worse than his own. It was natural for the disciple to yearn for such a sword. So Zhehelan pointed out bluntly.
"Haha, silly boy, you will lose your life."
Seeing that his master had revealed what he was thinking, Jian Yeshi didn't take it seriously and just quietly retreated to sort out the flowers and fertilizers with his junior brothers and sisters.
