Ink Blade Chapter 61 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 61.2 Off the String (part 2)
When turning up the forest slope, the guard quietly recalled his two lifetimes.
…This is not the first time he has disobeyed the Master’s orders. He is really not an obedient guard, nor is he a handy sword. He is not a lover worth loving deeply… After all, he is now on the way to betray the Master’s deep affection.
So, what is he to the Master?
The forest road had ended, and it suddenly opened up in front of him.
On the cliff, Chu Yan suddenly changed color - he looked incredulously at the familiar figure in black clothes, riding a horse on the higher rugged road.
“——Ah Ren!?”
The strong wind in the mountains blew open the long hair tied high behind the guard’s neck, and the black robe fluttered behind him.
Mo Ren’s eyebrows and eyes were filled with a clear and cold light, his expression was very calm. The poison, illness, and the haze of the past life seemed to be blown away by this wind, and were thrown far behind the horse’s hooves.
He didn’t know, but the Master was still calling him Ah Ren.
So, he is the Master’s Ah Ren.
Exhausted two lives, just this one call.
When he looked up against the wind, Mo Ren met Bai Hua’s gaze. Bai Hua was hanging his face softly, his cheeks were bloody, and he was looking at Mo Ren riding a horse with the only remaining eyeball.
Bai Hua couldn’t say anything anymore, he had been watching Yan Luo just now, but at this time his gaze fell on Mo Ren, and that eye seemed to be speaking for him:
Guard Mo, Guard Mo, you are here to kill me.
Your palace master is willing to be bloodied to save you, but you want to kill me?
If you kill me, your poison will be incurable. Do you want to cut off your last hope of survival by yourself?
Mo Ren took off the long bow hanging on the saddle, and then fished out a feather arrow, and calmly raised his hand - his right hand held the long bow, and his left hand was on the bowstring.
He muttered to himself: You wish.
In the previous life, you succeeded in your treachery, in this life, your blood will never dirty my Master again.
The bow was a hard bow of black wood with gold at both ends, and the string was a thin and tough string made of animal spine. And that hand, it’s pale and powerful, a pair of hands with slightly protruding thin joints.
Mo Ren stretched his arms on the horse, and the bow was like a full moon.
Chu Yan suddenly changed color: “——Ah Ren, stop!!”
Almost at the same time, Yan Luo on the other side of the cliff glared, “——Stop!!”
Mo Ren, who was galloping on a fast horse, maintained the posture of bending the bow and setting the arrow, and turned his head to look. But he was not looking at Chu Yan’s side, he was looking at Yan Luo.
In that moment of a blink of an eye, Yan Luo realized that he had misspoken, and suddenly turned his eyes away.
His heart jumped in shock, thinking to himself: This Chu Yan is really cunning, he actually called Mo Ren, who was poisoned, to trick him, if it weren’t for his quick reaction…
He didn’t have time to finish this sentence in his mind.
In the next moment, Yan Luo heard the sharp sound of the string breaking the wind. He heard the flock of eagles startled, all chirping loudly. He heard…
——Puchi!
The sharp arrow pierced through Bai Hua’s neck. Time and flowing clouds seemed to freeze at this moment.
On the flagpole, Bai Hua’s neck was actually tilted back, he seemed to be relieved, calmly welcoming this death.
It was as if he had returned to his childhood, sitting in the poisonous insect cave of the Wuxian Sect, the child in white quietly looking up at the sky, waiting for a meeting with someone.
A few breaths later, the blood color spread. Bai Hua slowly lowered his face, and his struggling limbs stopped swaying in mid-air. The color of pain was relieved from his eyebrows, the only remaining eye lost its luster, and the pupils dilated…he was dead.
He was dead.
Yan Luo repeated to himself in his heart.
He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit unreal. The sunlight was still thinly falling, the breeze was still blowing, and the shadows of the leaves were still swaying.
Clouds were flowing, time was passing. It’s autumn, and soon it would be winter, and it would snow in winter, a vast expanse.
But Bai Hua was dead.
On the opposite side, Mo Ren rode his horse to Chu Yan’s side. The guard threw away the long bow and turned around to kneel. “Mo Ren is guilty, Master please grant——”
But Chu Yan pulled him up and held him tightly in his arms. The corners of the palace master’s eyes were a little red, but the corners of his lips were forcibly smiling. “Ah Ren knows that his time is short, so he simply wants to scare this Master, as a way of dying for love?”
…He clearly realized what had happened.
…And he also knew why Mo Ren did this.
Chu Yan fiercely pinched Mo Ren’s pale face. “You… you really dare, Guard Mo! With your current body, riding a horse, pulling a bow, running a mountain road? Hmm?”
“You tell this Master what’s good about you, the life useless of Bai Hua, is it worth it for you?”
Mo Ren hung his eyes, his pale fingers clenched the palace master’s sleeves.
He said hoarsely, “Master, return to the palace with this subordinate. Ah Ren wants to drink pear blossom wine.”
Chu Yan suddenly closed his mouth.
He held Mo Ren in his arms, kissed the guard’s lips carefully, then sighed deeply, choked up and said, “…Enough, enough.”
Yan Luo looked at him steadily.
His face was bloodless, his lips were iron blue, his eyes were staring straight at the two people hugging each other on the opposite cliff, and he didn’t speak.
…He was just watching.
