Chapter 47 The Four

The capital is the most prosperous city in the world. It is the place favored by the emperor and the foot of the emperor. People often say that they would rather be a beggar in the capital than be a rich man in a remote and poor place.

Wealth and fame are fascinating, but people forget that the most precious thing in this world is the plain and comfortable life that they originally despised.

The court is not at peace, and the people are not at peace either.

Lei Shang of the Liufenban Hall has died. Who will be the next chief hall master?

Everyone wants it.

Who wouldn’t want to go up and take a look at the view from the top?

Moreover, now that Cai Jing is dead, they no longer have to crawl at anyone's feet like dogs. Needless to say, they will enjoy unlimited glory by then.

People outside said that Di Fei was extremely loyal and several other hall masters were unable to gain the upper hand over him. The position of the chief hall master of the Liufenbantang finally fell into the hands of Lei Chun, a person who was beyond everyone's expectations.

Now is the critical moment. Whether it is the power struggle in Liufenbantang or the secret layout of Jinfengxiyulou, everything is unfolding quietly. No one dares to bring the fighting in the martial arts world to the surface at this time. There are many people in the court waiting to catch them.

Therefore, although Bianjing appeared to be peaceful and serene on the surface, there were actually undercurrents brewing in secret.

But none of this has anything to do with Tarona, she is leaving today.

The black and white nun happily pushed the young man in the wheelchair out of the Shenhou Mansion and walked straight along the avenue.

She virtualized herself and also virtualized Ruthlessness. The two of them walked through the crowd, through the heavily guarded city walls, and arrived at the highest mountain outside of Bianjing.

Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Bianjing.

This feeling is very novel.

For ruthlessness.

They were flying, and this was no longer walking speed. The people and objects around them were rapidly passing by them, and the road up the mountain suddenly came to an end.

The captain's heartbeat was a little faster than usual. This experience was a little thrilling.

Why did Ms. Luo bring him here?

He lowered his eyes to look at the thin mist curling below the cliff and thought, is Miss Luo going to take him flying down?

Well, all children have fantasies of flying like birds when they are young, and he is no exception.

Of course, Tarona didn't bring him here to experience flying trapeze.

[Blood Nun]'s crazy obsession was reflected in all aspects, and the big witch's small regrets were infinitely magnified. She had thought about it several times in just half an hour.

——She wants to set off fireworks.

These fireworks were not the same as those others. She wanted to blow up a building for fun. This was how she used to celebrate when she won the battle of wits and courage with that group of psychopaths.

But this world doesn't have illegal buildings like Arkham Asylum that can be demolished. What should we do?

Tarona thought for a while and decided to put in a hardship and take a step back - let's set off some real fireworks.

It must be exceptionally bright and extremely gorgeous, and everyone who sees it must never forget it for the rest of their lives.

Let's use this fireworks display to complete the perfect farewell ceremony.

She wanted everyone to know that many shocking events might happen this year, but at the same time, the fleeting rainbow light like a shooting star also remained in the stormy Song Dynasty at this moment.

Soon, they will usher in a brand new year, and just like a year of heavy snow and good harvest, the hope that thousands of people long for will come to this disaster-stricken land.

The nun in black and white placed one hand on the shoulder of the young man in white and stroked his fluffy head with the other. Her light, song-like voice spread along with the mountain breeze blowing in the face.

"Good boy, look up."

So he looked up mercilessly——

The azure sky suddenly turned pitch black, and from the top of the mountain one could faintly hear screams coming from below. Before anyone could start to panic, a series of invigorating bangs rang out.

Lights brighter than human imagination bloom in the sky. They are flowers in full bloom, animals running freely in the mountains, forests and rivers, pure white birds soaring in the clouds, the vast and boundless sea with waves of smoke, and gorgeous meteors that are difficult to describe in words.

People who had no time to panic stopped walking one after another, staring at the sky foolishly. Countless brilliant colors splashed in their eyes, and their hearts bloomed along with them. Some were numb, some were tired, some were exhausted, some were cold... At this moment, everything became hot again, and a brand new power was irrigated into their souls.

In a trance, it seemed as if a pair of gentle hands lifted them out of the thick mud, gently brushed the dust off their shoulders, sent them into the warm spring breeze, and then peeled off the winter snow as thick as ice, so that they could finally see the warm flowers blooming below.

What does the world want?

It's nothing more than a corner of peace and family reunion.

Then there is no need to pray anymore, hope has already arrived, and next year will surely be a good year filled with laughter.

Wuqing raised his head and stared intently, almost immersed in this dazzling light. His eyes were extremely bright and a little moist, with a layer of blood making his pupils look like gems.

He guessed that this was the gift given to him by Ms. Luo.

He thought that he would never forget this scene, which would never appear even in his dreams.

But that's not all.

The quiet and beautiful nun walked up to him, half-knelt down, and looked up at him with a gentle smile on her lips.

She was happy, but also a little sad.

Of course the mother doesn't want to leave her child, but the child has to grow up, and the child will grow up eventually.

Wuqing lowered his head and looked at her blindfolded eyes, his heart aching slightly.

He still didn't know what color Ms. Luo's eyes were.

Those must be a pair of extremely gentle and beautiful eyes, and their color must be more eye-catching than the brilliance of the sky.

The dying mother reached out her hand to touch the child's face, and the cold body temperature under her gloves was transmitted to the child without reservation. The child, whose face was half held, did not dodge and let her use her other hand to trace his facial features.

"Good boy... Ruthless, Yayu... My dear child..."

She murmured softly, her tone full of reluctance.

But the decision was made, she was leaving, and she couldn't take the still-living child with her. So she wanted to give him a gift, so that he wouldn't have to be trapped in this prison anymore, and could see the splendor and wonder of the world as he had dreamed of when he was a child.

However--

The witch's healing magic is very unique.

Rather than healing, it is more like granting regeneration and then accelerating regeneration.

After all, there is no perfect genius in the world, and Tarona is no exception. It is normal to have some minor flaws.

Wuqing's legs had been injured for too long, and the nerves in his legs had long since died. This was also the reason why Zhu Gezheng and I had sought out many famous doctors over the years but were unable to cure his legs.

Talona can cure him, but there is a prerequisite -

She had to cut off these broken legs first, and then grow a pair of healthy legs for Wuqing.

Hmm, that sounds pretty gory, like Frankenstein.

"Be good, it won't hurt."

The great witch coaxed softly, covering the ruthless eyes with one hand and removing the black lace veil covering her own eyes with the other.

She covered Wuqing's eyes with a black veil, then stood up and patted his chest soothingly.

Wuqing's fingers on the armrest moved, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably several times. He suddenly felt a little flustered.

But he still believed in this man.

rustle.

It was the sound of a sharp sword sliding across grass.

laugh!

...What was cut off?

The slight vibration from below the waist gave the ruthless answer -

It's his legs.

Those crippled legs.

This realization made Wuqing tremble uncontrollably. He was not afraid, but rather felt an inexplicable horror that instantly struck his entire senses.

He was trembling, so I reached out a hand and gently patted his tense shoulders: "Don't be afraid, be good...it's okay."

Wuqing took two quick breaths and managed to stop his body from shaking.

He didn't know how long it had been, or maybe just a moment, when a strange feeling connected to his brain.

His brain told him: Move.

What are you moving?

The black veil covering his eyes was removed. The brightness that filled the sky had disappeared. The sunlight that once again shone through the clouds made him squint slightly.

He heard Lady Luo say in his ear: "Come on, try to stand up."

Stand up?

Wuqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if what he had heard and felt before was an illusion. His legs were still there, his clothes were still intact, and there was no sign of being chopped off...

No!

No!

The captain's breathing became heavy. He stared at his legs in a daze, his lips tightly pursed. His throat seemed to be blocked by something. He clearly had a lot to say, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The nun in black and white held out her hand to him and encouraged him: "My dear child, come, hold me, and stand up."

Wuqing tried twice before putting his trembling hand into Tarona's hand.

He held her hand, followed her strength, and used almost all his strength to stand up.

At this moment, countless complex emotions in his chest hit Wuqing, almost making him cry.

He thought he no longer cared whether his legs could stand up again. He thought he was really indifferent. Every time he failed to find a doctor, he could comfort his uncle and fellow apprentices who were lost and sighing. He thought... he no longer cared.

But how could I not care?

He wanted to stand up again, but he had been frustrated by failures. He didn't want his uncle and fellow apprentices to feel sad because of him, so he pretended to be nonchalant and gradually accepted his fate of spending his whole life in a wheelchair.

This time...

It’s true, his legs are healed and he really stands up!

Wuqing tried his best to suppress the pain that was about to fill his nose, and looked at the black and white nun who was holding his hands tightly with red eyes. He opened his mouth, but his voice was already hoarse: "Madam Luo, I..."

The black and white nun was still coaxing him: "Be good, don't cry, don't cry, everything will be fine, I promised you."

A mother's promise never fails.

All Wuqing wanted to say were words of thanks, but the black and white nun didn't want to hear that at the moment. She was about to leave, and she had a small wish that she wanted Wuqing to help her fulfill.

It’s really just a very small wish.

The nun let go of the young man's hand, put her hand on his face again, and said softly: "Yayu, can you call me mother?"

She really wanted to hear it.

Perhaps sensing her strong desire, he opened his mouth mercilessly, and finally, despite his shame, he whispered: "...Mother."

Then, he saw the most brilliant smile of the Black and White Sister since her advent.

At this moment, she was no longer a cold and fierce ghost, but just a mother who could not be more ordinary.

The black and white nun sighed with satisfaction, wiped away the hidden runes on the ruthless forehead, and truly let go.

"Sorry, you have to walk back alone."

The mother, who had well concealed her madness and bigotry under disguise, embraced for the first and last time the child given to her by fate, even though that fate was too short-lived.

"Goodbye, my dear child."

Her voice dissipated in the wind, just like herself, slowly disappearing in the cool mountain breeze.

——Ms. Luo is gone.

She left just as peacefully as she came.

The cold touch still lingered on his fingertips, and the embrace filled with cold fragrance had not completely dissipated, but the person who embraced him had already disappeared between heaven and earth.

Wuqing stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the void, as if he was looking through the void to see the beautiful woman in plain clothes with a misty veil swaying away.

After a long time, he came to his senses after hearing the life-chasing cry from the bottom of the mountain.

"...Goodbye, mother."

Maybe crazy, maybe scary, maybe for no reason.

She really did treat him as her own child, and he really did... have a mother who only stayed in the world for a few short days.

Who can say that inhuman maternal love is not maternal love?

Goodbye. May you and your children be safe and sound without separation, and live smoothly without setbacks, just like the flowers on your head, year after year.