Chapter 1870 [Shangxie] I am just a sword
"I remember that I didn't say a word to you for many days afterwards."
Zhan Luoying squinted her eyes and recalled with a smile on her lips.
Xia Fuyi lowered her head slightly, and her expression could not be seen clearly.
Perhaps it was because the sun was so rare at that moment, or perhaps it was because the glass of wine was too intoxicating, the sounds in her ears became blurred as if through a veil, and she rarely remembered the past.
The sunlight that day was probably about the same temperature.
The man slept on the bamboo couch for most of the day, and she practiced sword skills beside him for most of the day.
At first she was very careful not to make any sound, but later, when she couldn't practice well, she tentatively relaxed her movements little by little. Normally, the sound of practicing sword should be quite loud, but the man didn't seem to be disturbed, and the fingertips on his face didn't move at all. So she became bolder and completely let go of her skills to practice. The splashing water from the waterfall and the raging wind on the mountain top were all on the tip of her sword, and in a spin, another long four seasons passed.
That day she saw the man's tacit consent from his actions, and she felt at ease from then on.
She went back and forth to the waterfall every day, and there was always a stack of snacks waiting for her on the stone table.
The man was sometimes there, sometimes not. When he was there, he mostly slept, and occasionally read a book or taught her sword skills. When he was not there, there were still snacks on the table, every day, without exception.
"Since you left, Fuyi Pavilion has been vacant for several years,"
Zhan Luoying's voice reached her ears, and Xia Fuyi raised her head slightly.
The man in red continued while pouring the wine.
"A year after you left, Xue Yanshu mentioned wanting to move in and change Fuyi Pavilion into Yanshu Pavilion, but the Sect Master flatly refused on the spot. Fuyi Pavilion has been cleaned up over the years, and many things are kept the same as when you left."
Xia Fuyi didn't say anything, Zhan Luoying was also silent for a while, and after a while, she whispered,
"Actually, he's been very good to you."
“I used to think so too,”
Xia Fuyi's voice was cold, and the years passed by in a blur before her eyes.
The waterfall on the cliff is as magnificent as it was in the past, but the scene of one person practicing sword and the other sleeping has long been lost in the years and cannot be found.
"But we all misunderstood,"
Those images disappeared before her eyes, and she said lightly,
"He is the master of a sect after all, and I am merely a sword in his hand. I may be the sharpest and most outstanding, but no matter how powerful a sword is, it is impossible for its master to treat me as an equal with human feelings."
"Just like you normally polish your sword with the softest cloth and sharpen it with the finest whetstone, but if one day the sword could speak for itself and told you it no longer wanted to kill, would you give up killing? Even just once?"
Zhan Luoying was stunned.
In front of him, Xia Fuyi, with her eyes covered, turned her head to "look" at the waterfall outside the pavilion and said lightly,
"You won't."
"On the contrary, you will abandon the sword because it can no longer kill people."
"It's just a sword. How can it have its own ideas? How can it disobey its master?"
"To him, I am just a sword like this."
Xia Fuyi finally came to a conclusion, her expression cold, as always.
And in a place she couldn't see, outside the Lancui Pavilion, a man in gorgeous clothes stood expressionless, his white gauze fluttering gently in the wind, blurring his expression outside the pavilion.
Without saying a word, he quickly turned and left.
Zhan Luoying was about to speak but was silently stopped by a look. She stared at his back in a daze, then looked at the girl in front of her who was lowering her head. Many words were stuck in her throat for a moment.
In Tianji Sect, betrayers will never have the chance to come back, and will never be let off.
You almost massacred the entire Linglong Pavilion, but now you are still here, safe and sound, and can even move back into the Fuyi Pavilion that has been vacant for many years... Or rather, the Fuyi Pavilion was left vacant just to wait for your return.
How could you, such a person, be just a sword to him?
His eyes shifted to the tombstone outside the pavilion, nestled among the green grass. Zhan Luoying raised his head, took a sip of wine, and buried a sigh in his throat.
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