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pm | | A collection of Yu Hua's short stories (19th Dec 22 at 12:24am UTC) | | Once the plum blossom sword is covered with blood, with a gentle wave, the blood will float away from the body like a plum blossom. Leave only one drop permanently on the sword, like a pocket plum blossom. The Plum Blossom Sword has been handed down from generation to generation. It has been handed down to Ruan Jinwu. There are already seventy-nine plum blossoms with blood. Ruan Jinwu ran amuck in Jianghu for twenty years and added twenty plum blossoms to his sword. Once the Plum Blossom Sword is unsheathed, the blood shines everywhere. Ruan Jinwu died mysteriously 15 years ago, and as a mystery, he has been entrenched in his wife's heart ever since. The night of that day was silent, and she fell asleep in the moonlight, when her husband died quietly in the grass outside the house. In the days that followed, she listed her husband's enemies in her heart, but the result was at a loss. In the last year of Ruan Jinwu's life, there were several bright mornings when she opened the door of her house and saw the body shining in the sunshine. She was totally unaware that her husband had left his bed in the middle of the night to fight with the assassin. In fact, at that time,Inflatable outdoor park, she had a vague premonition of her husband lying in the sun twinkling. This came to life on that quiet morning fifteen years ago. Ruan Jinwu lay on his back in the pile of withered and yellow weeds, his stretched limbs suggesting some kind of helplessness. Two black-handled daggers grew out of his eyes. A few leaves from a nearby depressed tree waved in the wind on either side of his head, covered with blood. Later, she saw her son Ruan Haikuo pick up the leaves. Ruan Haikuo grew up at the speed of root extension, and fifteen years later his body began to show Ruan Jinwu's breath slightly. However,Jumping castle with slide, the power of Ruan Jinwu before his death had already turned to dust and had not been placed in Ruan Haikuo's blood. Ruan Haikuo grew up in the opposite direction of his mother's wishes, and today, at the age of 20, his body is permanently fixed. So when the frail young man appeared in front of his mother, she was in a trance to realize how horrible it was. But fifteen years of endurance could not be prolonged, and she felt that the time had come for Ruan Haikuo to go on his way. At this moment of dawn, she touched her son with her eyes for the first time and told him in a voice of the past that his father had died in the weeds fifteen years ago at this time. "I didn't see his eyes." After fifteen years of speculation, she still couldn't tell who the murderer was. But you can find two people. She said that the two men had sung with Ruan Jinwu at the foot of Huashan Mountain 20 years ago, and they were the only two martial arts masters that Ruan Jinwu had never defeated in his life. Any one of them will tell Ruan Haikuo who killed his father. One is Taoist Qingyun and the other is Bai Yuxiao. Taoist Qingyun and Bai Yuxiao are now living in seclusion, far away from the right and wrong of Wulin. Nevertheless, inflatable floating water park ,inflatable water slide, many mysteries that have remained in the martial arts world over the years are as clear as a pool of clear water in their eyes. Ruan Haikuo sat still in his mother's voice. He knew what would happen next, so a few gray roads and a few green and blackened rivers began to emerge. Mother's figure moved in front of this illusory background, and then the plum blossom sword, which had been in the martial arts world with her father, floated over like a tree pole on the river. When Ruan Haikuo took the plum blossom sword, he touched his mother's cold fingers. His mother told him that there were ninety-nine plum blossoms with blood on the sword. He hoped that the blood of the man who killed his husband would open a fresh plum blossom on the body of the sword. Ruan Haikuo walked out of the hut with a plum blossom sword on his shoulder. A red sun floated out of the distant sky, and the emptiness of blue enveloped his vision. Being under it made him feel like a gray and black sparrow flying alone. As he walked up the road, he could not help looking back. Then he saw that the hut he had just left had the same color as the red sun. Red flames danced against the hut in the morning breeze. In the sky behind the hut, a pile of morning clouds was also burning. Ruan Haikuo looked at it in a trance and felt that the burning of the hut was a piece of morning glow falling from the sky. Ruan Haikuo heard the sound of the hut breaking up and saw sparks splashing like drops of water. Then the fire collapsed and spread like water on the ground.
Ruan Haikuo turned and walked along the road. He felt his feet were blown by the morning wind. The road stretches nothingly ahead. He deeply understood the intention of his mother's self-immolation. In the long years that followed, there was no place for him to live. Ruan Haikuo, who has no martial arts skills, carries the world-famous plum blossom sword on his shoulder to find the enemy who killed his father fifteen years ago. Two The two names given by his mother before her death were as empty as the echoes in the valley during Ruan Haikuo's endless search. Before her death, the mother did not point out what the two men were now, but pointed out the fact that they existed in the world. Therefore, Ruan Haikuo's search in rivers, mountains, market towns and villages seems very small and empty. However, it is this kind of search that makes Ruan Haikuo's way forward have an incomparably broad prospect, which supports him to roam day after day. The road that Ruan Haikuo set foot on after his mother's self-immolation had been winding for more than ten miles before it was blocked by a river. When Ruan Haikuo crossed the wooden bridge and came to the other side of the river, he had forgotten the direction he was going, and from that moment on, the direction no longer guided him. Like the wind floating on the earth, he walked forward at will. He passed through countless villages and market towns, which, despite their various postures, were composed of trees of the same color, houses of the same shape, and the same people walking on the same streets. Therefore, once Ruan Haikuo walks into a village or market town, it is like walking into a memory. After more than a year of wandering, Ruan Haikuo came to a crossroads one evening. The appearance of the crossroads has been repeated countless times in his wandering. Looking for Qingyun Taoist and Bai Yuxiao,inflatable bounce house with slide, there are several possibilities here. However, in Ruan Haikuo's endless wandering, the crossroads do not show a bit of hesitation than the simple road ahead. joyshineinflatables.com | |
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