But it turned out that Jiang Ling had been infected with a dark disease ten years ago, but in order to live up to his promise to his master, since the death of Liu Yingying, he has been ignoring his own illness, and has worked hard to teach Xiao Liu Batian to practice knives and be a man, and even help him deal with the affairs of Liujiazhuang.
Over the years, since he was ordained, he has been lamenting all night, fearing that the entrustment will not work, and he will hurt the master to trust the lonely Ming, and his illness has deepened, and finally the medicine stone has no soul, and tonight, it will also be the last night he has seen this child It's just because in the past half a month, Xiaoliu Batian has searched for famous doctors all over the world, but none of them can cure Jiang Ling's evil disease.
But seeing Jiang Ling's half-open old eyes, he looked at Xiao Liu Batian who was guarding his bedside kindly, and the soft light in his eyes seemed to be looking at his own son, and he said: "Young master, thank you for temporarily putting down your knife for Jiang Ling in the past half a month, and looking for famous doctors for me, but it's a pity that the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, how can you go to the fifth watch, even if your martial arts are already the best in the world, you are helpless against people's life and death."
Xiaoyanagi Batian had been silently on the side of the couch, and at this moment, seeing that he was already dying, although there was still no expression on his face, he finally broke the silence and said: "Uncle Jiang, you have a great kindness to us Liujiazhuang and my Liu Batian, although I will not be heartbroken by anyone after I take the Forgetfulness Pill, but I will remember you in my heart."
A good sentence was remembered in his heart, and his face with infinite pain couldn't help but be filled with a hint of relief, and he said intermittently: "Good" "The old man can be remembered by the world's first swordsman, and I have no regrets in this life, but I still have a trace of memory that I can't let go, and I don't know if the young master will agree to my request."
"Uncle Jiang, you, just say it."
"I have a granddaughter, Jiang Xiaolan, who is the same age as you, her parents died, and the only thing the old man is worried about is that after I leave, she is lonely, and I hope the young master can take care of her for me in front of the old man."
Although Jiang Ling, who took care of his granddaughter, said this, even Li Tan and Shenwu Jixiang, who were watching from the sidelines, had already guessed that Jiang Ling's move was not so much that he couldn't let go of his granddaughter Jiang Xiaolan, but that he couldn't let go of Xiao Liu Batian, who had no feelings.
He was anxious about this child's obsession with knives, Jiang Ling hoped that he would one day have a little human flavor, so he deliberately let his granddaughter stay by Xiaoliu Batian's side, so that the two of them could take care of each other, so that the lonely Xiaoliu Batian could still feel half of the warmth of the world, and he could go with peace of mind And Xiao Liu Batian also seemed to understand Jiang Ling's heart very well, but he said: "Uncle Jiang, I know that your request is nothing more than for me. ” "But in any case, this is your wish, and I will definitely do it."
Jiang Ling heard that Xiaoliu Batian agreed to what he wanted, and finally said intermittently as if he had let go of the big stone in his heart: "Thank you, child, whether you still have seven emotions and six desires, or if you are as cold as ice, in my heart, you are always a child with a heart, but it is a pity that your parents do not know how to cherish your sincerity, so that you finally become a ruthless knife, it is a pity."
At this point, Jiang Ling's breathing suddenly became tight, and his hand was also clinging to Xiao Liu Batian's hand, as if he was reluctant to give up his child, who seemed to have Liujiazhuang and everything, but in addition to these, he actually had nothing, and he even took his last breath and spit out the last words of his life for this poor child: "Child, listen carefully to Uncle Jiang's last words, in this world, no one is perfect, and people who pursue perfection too much in everything will definitely live a miserable life."
The last bitter word was spit out, Jiang Ling's whole body suddenly twitched, and his eyes suddenly closed softly and weakly, everything seemed to be still, just because of him, he finally went to Huangquan with Liu Yingying.
However, although Jiang Ling is gone, he walks peacefully and is very relieved, and his mission has been completed.
At this moment, Xiao Yanagi Batian's hand was still tightly holding Jiang Ling's hand, although he didn't shed half a tear for Jiang Ling, let alone see his heart from his expressionless face, however, it no longer matters whether there are tears or not Because Jiang Ling was already able to hold his hand tightly from Xiaoliu Batian before he was dying, and he clearly felt the child's sincerity hidden under the cold face and reluctant to let him go.
He was even more glad that the child was still a man of flesh and blood, and not just a ruthless and invincible sword.
Although he died, he felt no regrets, and he could finally smile under Jiuquan and see his old master again, but the last words he left behind, that sentence, set off ripples in Xiaoliu Batian's heart.
Yes, why bother to be perfect and obsessive, why bother to be obsessed with it, and only become a slave of the knife in your life, and abandon people's joys and sorrows, seven emotions and six desires Why bother, if a sentence can dissolve Koyanagi Batian's attachment, then his attachment to the knife is not a real obsession, but listening to Xiaoyanagi Batian, he looked at Jiang Ling, who had passed away with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Jiang, I refuse your last admonition, but unfortunately, although I know all the world's conditions, my heart still has no tears and no love for some reason, only knives" A knife word, as if it has summed up the life of Xiaoyanagi Batian This is also the words of Xiaoyanagi Batian, and he finally has no real relatives in this world, leaving him alone and a lonely heart.
There is also a Wu Swallowing Knife that has dominated the world, but does not know what the real meaning of his life is Seeing that Liu Batian had lost even the only loyal old servant when he was a child, and seeing that the fourteen-year-old little Ailang had no one to trust and rely on in the mortal world, Shenwu Jixiang couldn't help but feel worried about his lonely future.
However, Li Tan did not have the same view in private, just because he understood loneliness too well.
In her career, she also lived in loneliness and helplessness, and in the end, loneliness became the motivation for her to live, she was not afraid of loneliness, on the contrary, she decided to strengthen herself, she wanted revenge, and she wanted revenge on the gate of heaven that had made her lonely Therefore, Li Tan is convinced that loneliness, instead of making people feel sorry for themselves, on the contrary, it can make people become independent, understand the limits of their abilities, and be stronger as iron And Li Tan's idea is not false at all.
Because since Jiang Ling's death, the Nine Voids Xuanjie has also continued to present to her and Shenwu Ji Xiang the situation of Xiaoliu Batian in the future, and they only saw that Xiaoliu Batian, without his grandfather and Jiang Ling, was even stronger than everyone expected, and even colder than a knife After the death of Jiang Ling, all the people in Liujiazhuang, and even the altar owners in various places, all thought that Xiao Liu Batian would lose Jiang Ling, the right-hand man who was also a teacher and servant, and he would be depressed, however, everyone's idea was just wishful thinking, and it was reasonable, but Xiao Liu Batian, who had become famous all over the world, was by no means a reasonable person In this world, often the most unreasonable people, will achieve the most unreasonable extraordinary achievements reasonable ordinary people, should only be worthy of living in an ordinary country without Jiang Ling's Xiaoliu Batian, although lonely, but as Li Tan expected, loneliness made him more distracting, dedicated to the knife, just seven years, in the twenty-first year, his knife, his knife technique, his knife way, his knife qi, his internal strength, all have been perfected, to the time when no one in the martial arts can reach the incredible realm. t1706231537: