Chapter 153 God's will is not always what we want
"A message to young ladies in their prime: they should pity the old man who is half dead and has white hair.
This old man is so pitiful now that he has white hair. He was once a beautiful young man.
The moonlight is cool as water, and April is as cold as a blade.
Yun Chen rode the wolf-slaying colt into the air, and he and Buyan flew towards the Sorrow Bird Island, one in front and one behind.
She didn't even dare to think about what had happened to Jiang Ming or whether he was still alive.
She firmly believed in her master's ability. Even if he lost an arm, he was still stronger than most people in the world!
However, even if one has the ability to fly to the sky and dive into the earth, there will always be a time when his strength runs out... How can one person defeat thousands of people?
It would be fine if he just ran away, but given Jiang Ming's personality, he would not give up until he got the account book...
No, Jiang Ming will be fine. He is still concerned about the immortal tomb on Xiangxiao Cliff. He will be fine!
Her heart was in turmoil, and no matter how she tried to comfort herself, her eyes couldn't help but become moist.
It’s a pity that God’s will never go as we wish.
From a distance, Yun Chen saw a dark shadow stumbling towards him.
“Master!!”
She rushed over, reined in the horse hard, and rolled off before the horse stopped, hugging Jiang Ming who was about to fall.
There was a strong smell of blood, and my hands were covered in blood.
Although Jiang Ming was wearing black clothes and was not covered in blood, Yun Chen could feel that his body was soaked in blood, and there were several deep knife wounds where the bones were visible.
Jiang Ming's fingernails were all broken. With his remaining hand, he trembled as he pulled out two bloodstained account books from his bosom. He was so tired that he barely had the strength to speak anymore. He spoke incoherently:
"Quick... give it to... the princess..."
Yun Chen took the account book, quickly stuffed it into his arms, and carried Jiang Ming to the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
It was late at night and all the clinics were closed.
Yun Chen and Buyan saw a clinic and knocked on the door loudly, shouting "Help" and "Help!"
When the doctor heard the urgent roar, he only dared to take a look through the crack in the door. When he saw Yun Chen covered in blood, the person on his back was unconscious, and there was a tall and thin man in black with a sword next to him, he was so scared that he didn't dare to open the door.
There are too many cases where people were killed instead of saving others, so ordinary people dare not take the risk.
As if realizing that he looked too scary, Yun Chen quickly smoothed his hair and tried to knock on the door of the next house in the calmest but tearful voice.
Seeing a figure flash through the crack of the door, she knew someone was at the door, so she took a step back, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily:
"Please help me, doctor! Please!"
A middle-aged man's voice came from behind the door, saying helplessly:
"Young man, please accept my condolences. His liver is exposed. He won't survive..."
"You're talking nonsense!" Yun Chen shouted, putting Jiang Ming on the ground and asking Buyan to take care of him, then ran to the next clinic for help.
In the dim and cold moonlight, Jiang Ming tilted his head with difficulty to look.
He saw Yun Chen kneeling on the ground and knelt down crying and kowtowing again and again under the cold moonlight, with his hands clasped together, begging again and again.
Finally, a clinic opened its doors and an old doctor with white hair came out wearing a robe and holding a candle.
The old doctor supported Yun Chen and asked tremblingly:
"Kid, what's wrong with you?"
"Please help me!" Yun Chen and Buyan quickly carried Jiang Ming into the clinic and placed him on the couch.
The old doctor was too old to see clearly. He took a few steps closer and only saw Jiang Ming clearly when he got close to him. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed:
"My child, your father is seriously injured. His abdomen is broken, his liver and intestines are exposed, and he has lost too much blood. There is no way to save him..."
Hearing this, Yun Chen collapsed all of a sudden. She threw herself at the old doctor's feet, knocking her head against his chest, and crying loudly:
"Please, doctor, help me! Please! No matter how much it costs, I have it all! Please! Just use my blood! Can you use my liver?!"
The old doctor just kept shaking his head and sighed:
"Son, your father doesn't have much time left. Go talk to him again..."
As if he was finally forced to accept this fact, Yun Chen kept saying "No, I can't die!" while crawling to Jiang Ming using his hands and feet.
The soft couch under Jiang Ming was soaked in blood, and half of his liver was exposed outside his stomach, already dry and black.
His face was pale and his lips were white.
“Master…Master…”
Yun Chen hugged his only remaining arm and cried loudly, which made Buyan and the old doctor unable to hold back their tears.
Jiang Ming began to feel his body getting lighter and warmer, the wounds on his body no longer hurt, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
He used up his last bit of strength to look at Yun Chen, and his eyes, which had never shown any emotion before, trembled slightly for the first time.
He stretched out his hand, which was covered in cracks and blood, and touched Yun Chen's head. His voice was already weak and low:
"Good boy...don't cry..."
Yun Chen cried breathlessly:
"Master, please don't die, please... Master, I have... I have a token given by the young master, which can be used to spend a lot... a lot of silver... I want to provide for your old age... build you a good house at Xiangxiao Cliff... buy you good wine and good food... buy you clothes... Please don't die... Master... don't abandon me..."
Jiang Ming shook his head slightly, dark brown blood foam oozing from his mouth. He used up his last bit of strength to say three words:
"Fragrant Cliff..."
Needless to say, Yun Chen understood what Jiang Ming meant:
Gather my body, burn my bones to ashes, and scatter them on the Fragrant Cliff.
Jiang Ming kept looking at Yun Chen until she nodded with tears streaming down her face. He finally breathed his last, his eyes gradually becoming dull and lifeless...
“Master! Master!!”
Yun Chen's sorrowful cries echoed through the night sky.
The cuckoo outside the window seemed to be crying blood and wailing.
Holding Jiang Ming's gradually cooling body, Yun Chen cried until he almost fainted.
Until her tears were almost dry, she carried Jiang Ming on her back again, picked up the Bloodthirsty Sword, and mounted the Wolf-Slaying Horse, sobbing:
"Master... I'll take you home..."
In April, the wind blows and the rain drizzles.
There is another small lonely grave on Xiangxiao Cliff, but there is no tomb, no corpse, only ashes scattered between the sea and sky.
Yun Chen scattered Jiang Ming's ashes down the cliff. A gentle breeze blew, picked up most of the ashes, and blew them towards the immortal tomb, as if hugging the tombstone.
This was probably the first and last time Jiang Ming embraced the immortal tomb in his life.
After guarding the tomb for twenty years, Jiang Ming left nothing behind except a simple wooden house not far away, a blood-drinking sword, and two sets of clothes worn to a shine.
No matter what worries or grudges you had in your past life, now they are all gone.
The people from the Yu family quickly tracked them down and found Xiangxiao Cliff.
But in this absolutely peaceful place where no country can start a war and shed blood, even though they knew that the account book must be on Yun Chen or Buyan, no one dared to take a step forward. They just surrounded Xiangxiao Cliff, ready to die until the two of them came out.
Yun Chen and Buyan were not panicked and stayed quietly for seven days.
Only after burning the first seven days' paper can we say our final farewell.
Without saying anything, he sharpened his guard knife until it was sharp and flashy, and fed the wolf-killing colt until it was fat and strong.
Yun Chen gently wiped the Blood-Drinking Sword that Jiang Ming had held for his entire life.
There was the blood of countless dead souls and the blood of her master.
Yun Chen cut his left palm and wiped it on the blade of the Blood-Drinking Sword. He turned over and mounted the Wolf-Slaying Horse. He touched the account book in his arms and said to Buyan:
"Brother Buyan, I may not be able to take care of you."
Bu Yan stretched out two fingers, flicked the blade, and said with a smile:
"See you in Kyoto City, little brat!"
Without saying anything more, the two of them spurred their horses.
Outside the Fragrant Cliff, countless Yu family guards saw only two fast horses galloping towards them, one black and one white, two figures as sharp as the wind.
The knife represents rage and murderous intent, and the sword represents new and old hatreds.
Soon, all that could be heard beside Xiangxiao Cliff was the howling of ghosts and wolves, dyeing the spring grass blood red.
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