Ink Blade Chapter 62 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 62.2 Grace (part 2)
He felt that the things he owed in his previous life, he would be able to make up for them one by one, piece by piece, in the future.
He didn’t even drink the tea that Mo Ren had offered him in the pear forest that day. It was a beautiful day, the spring was warm, and the scattered pear blossom rain was like tears.
Now Bai Hua was dead, the collusion between Wuxian Sect and the Alliance Leader Mansion had also been exposed, Yan Luo’s treacherous plan had failed and retreated to Southern Xinjiang, everything seemed to have become very good.
But why can they see the end of their journey at a glance?
This person who has exhausted painstaking effort for two lives, can’t even see the second spring?
Why is heaven…so thin to him?
The night was deep, and the candlelight was dim. In the empty sleeping hall, Chu Yan’s eyes were red and his teeth were clenched, Mo Ren in his arms was shivering weakly, like a leaf about to fall from a branch. He was also shivering, but like a beast driven to desperation.
He was not willing to accept it.
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The next day, Chu Yan invited Xu Fangchuan to the JiuzhongPalace and frankly expressed his intention to unite several martial arts forces in the Central Plains, go deep into the South Xinjiang, and completely wipe out the Wuxian Sect.
“Back then, the remnants of the Wuxian Sect invaded the Central Plains, using the art of poison to assassinate many innocent heroes. Now that they are still unrepentant and want to make a comeback…” Chu Yan took a sip of tea with a gloomy face, he could no longer taste whether it was good or bad, “If someone offends this Master, this Master will punish them no matter how far away they are.”
“This Master must fight South Xinjiang.”
The so-called ‘let him who tied the bell on the tiger take it off’. It was as difficult as climbing to the sky to solve the poison in Mo Ren’s body. If there was any last hope, the clue could only be in the old home of the Wuxian Sect.
Xu Fangchuan pondered for a long time, raised his head and said solemnly, “The Wuxian Sect has been a great disaster since ancient times. If Palace Master Chu wants to declare war, Fangchuan will definitely follow.”
“But Palace Master, have you really thought about it?”
“…” Chu Yan’s expression sank again, his nails embedded in his palm without realizing the pain.
Yes, this is nothing less than a gamble. The Wuxian Sect may indeed have the hope of detoxification, but once he goes… he doesn’t know when he can return.
How long can Ah Ren wait for him? He didn’t know.
“Master, go.” After Mo Ren woke up, he heard this situation and answered quickly, “The grudge of the Jiuzhong Palace should also be avenged, and this subordinate will try his best to wait for the Master.”
At that time, the guard was lying on the bed in the Zhongqian Palace wearing only a white single garment, his long hair scattered, and his expression was very calm. Chu Yan was still holding his hand and transferring his internal strength. After listening, he didn’t raise his head and said, “Has Ah Ren really thought about it?”
Mo Ren calmly said, “If it were up to this subordinate, this subordinate would certainly not want the Master to take risks for Ah Ren. But Ah Ren also knows that if he doesn’t gamble this time, the Master will regret it for the rest of his life.”
As he spoke, he gently placed his other hand on Chu Yan’s back of the hand, as if stroking a priceless treasure. After a while, a trace of confusion appeared between the guard’s pale eyebrows, and his voice was weak, “Besides, this subordinate also…”
For some reason, Chu Yan’s heart jumped at this moment, and he looked up. He saw Mo Ren’s eyebrows relaxed, looking at the “Mo” hanging on the wall in a daze, and said to himself, “This subordinate has been thinking about the last sword move when he fought Yan Luo that day. The reason why that sword move deviated should not be because the Master called me.”
“It was Ah Ren who took the sword himself, perhaps in the bottom of this subordinate’s heart… it was a rebellious desire to live a little longer, to accompany the Master a little longer.”
“You…” Chu Yan was stunned and couldn’t speak.
He saw Mo Ren slowly pull his hand out of the master’s hand, and then carefully tidied up his clothes for him, and said in a deep voice. “But this time, this subordinate can’t follow the Master closely, please take care of yourself. The actions of the Wuxian Sect are unpredictable, Ah Ren only asks the Master to be cautious and cherish himself, and return safely.”
The next day, Chu Yan unusually did not take care of Mo Ren personally. He locked himself in a room where no one was present, sitting dryly without eating or drinking for an entire day.
By the evening, the moon rose. He came out, asked for a cup of iced water and a pen and paper from the anxious Qiu Jin.
The palace master drank the water calmly, sip by sip, and then wrote a letter to Xu Fangchuan himself.
There were only four words in the letter: The mind has already decided.
However, at this moment, his heart felt extremely tired. The autumn night was cold, the surroundings were dark, Chu Yan walked back to the palace step by step, his mind was a mess, he couldn’t sort out any emotions, only the thought of wanting to look at Mo Ren a few more times before leaving lingered.
But he hadn’t entered his own sleeping hall yet, he saw a person standing outside the palace door wearing a loose outer robe, with long hair scattered.
“——Ah Ren!?” Good, Chu Yan was scared awake by him, he used his lightness skill for a few steps of distance, “Didn’t this Master say today…”
Mo Ren hurriedly lowered his head and said, “Master, don’t worry, this subordinate just came out after hearing from Qiu Jin’s people that you are back.”
Chu Yan covered the guard’s cold hand, both anxious and painful, angrily said, “Who told you to come out! You are still…you still want to die, how can you make this Master feel at ease to go to South Xinjiang!? You——you come in first and then get scolded!”
Chu Yan hugged Mo Ren into the palace. The serving maids and small servants had all been sent away, and there was no light, it was pitch black and quiet.
Chu Yan didn’t care about the darkness, he first helped Mo Ren to sit on the bed, and then wrapped the person in a blanket, then he turned around to light the fire. When he lit the candlestick and turned around with the dim light, his breath suddenly choked.
It was unknown when Mo Ren had taken off his outer clothes, and inside was not the black inner shirt he usually wore, but the white gauze clothes that was worn by concubines in the back room when serving the master at night.
He was already kneeling and sitting up, but it was not the upright and respectful posture of a guard or a secret guard, but leaning forward flexibly like a cat with his hand supporting the soft quilt under him. In the blend of night and candlelight, under the half-hidden white gauze, from the handsome spine to the strong waist, the smooth and moving lines were all in sight.
Seeing Chu Yan holding the candlelight looking over, Mo Ren’s eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked up. That bit of flickering candlelight, just stopped in his clear eyes.
In an instant, it seemed as if the wind, flowers, snow, and moon were all illuminated, reflecting the intertwined affection of past and present lives.
He looked at Chu Yan seriously and said in a low voice, “Master, pardon the offense, Ah Ren wants to ask for a favor before the Master leaves, as a thought, begging the Master to fulfill it.”
Chu Yan was so surprised that he took a step back. He vaguely realized something, and said sternly, “What are you doing!”
Mo Ren gently tugged at the belt around his waist, and the white gauze clothes slid off his body.
First, it fell on the bed, and then it slid to the ground.
