He was the prestigious Yan Wang, commanding the Grand Council, but whenever he was jolted awake from the nightmare that Xiu Niang had branded into his bone marrow, the one whom he could trust in and yearn for, in the end, was only one Gu Yun.
A person's weight was too heavy when pressed upon him, sometimes, he found that he was unable to carry it.
Master Liao Ran once said to him, "A person's pain lies in the inability to let go. The more you hold onto, the fuller your hands will become, the harder it will be to walk on." Chang Geng felt this sentiment deeply and admitted that the monk was right. But for him, even though Gu Yun was heavier than thousands of tons, he still could not put it down - because if he let this person go, his hands would be empty.
If a person lived on without any burden in their heart, would they not become a fraudulent flag to be blown by the wind?
Gu Yun raised his hand to his shoulder and tapped gently on the place of his shoulder and neck. Chang Geng was in pain, but he continue to watch him carefully, not avoiding.
Gu Yun asked: "Why would I make you walk in the sea of flame and a moutain of swords?"
"I wish one day the country will be prosperous, the people will have jobs to do, the whole world will be stable, and my general will not have to defend the frontier gates with his life. I want to be like Master Feng Han, fighting to untie the knot between imperial power and Ziliujin. I hope that all the machines running on the ground will be in the fields, that the flying Kites in the sky are filled with ordinary travelers who take their families home to visit their relatives... Everyone can live with dignity." Chang Geng held his hand tightly, intertwining his five fingers with Gu Yun's own, wrapped together intimately.
Gu Yun was puzzled. This was the first time Chang Geng confessed his inner thoughts to him, causing him to somewhat be unable to control his heart firing up.
It's a pity that after thinking about it carefully, either way, it all sounded impossible.
"I can do it, Zi Xi, let me try." Chang Geng whispered.
Since he already possessed the power of the 'evil god', couldn't he try to tear through the bloodstained ways of the world, opening up a path never before seen for a mortal?
That year in Yanhui town, the teenager of thirteen or fourteen years old had once expressed his vision of not wanting to live a life wasted to the young general. Gu Yun, who was still frivolous at that time, threw a basin of cold water on his face and told him indifferently that ‘all heroes have no good end’.
Now, after several encounters in the desert of golden sand, having gone back and forth between the Palace and the Imperial Prison. General Gu himself had truly experienced what was called ‘heroes have no good end’, but he could not find the heart to say the same thing again to Chang Geng any more.
Using himself to measure others, if someone pointed to his nose and said to him, "Gu Yun, quickly roll back to the manor to retire. You are lucky to be able to live until now. Not withdrawing, you will sooner or later end up dead without a place to be buried."
What would he think?
Nowadays, in this world, one foot was in cold water and one foot in the mud, the person stuck inside would inevitably have difficulty in walking among them. Walking for a long time, from inside to outside would become cold, there was only the heart that would bleed fiery spirit. Keeping on a path while knowing full well that it's impossible was not easy. If someone else... especially close relatives, who would also pour cold water as a hindrance, wasn't it too pitiful?
He was the prestigious Yan Wang, commanding the Grand Council, but whenever he was jolted awake from the nightmare that Xiu Niang had branded into his bone marrow, the one whom he could trust in and yearn for, in the end, was only one Gu Yun.
A person's weight was too heavy when pressed upon him, sometimes, he found that he was unable to carry it.
Master Liao Ran once said to him, "A person's pain lies in the inability to let go. The more you hold onto, the fuller your hands will become, the harder it will be to walk on." Chang Geng felt this sentiment deeply and admitted that the monk was right. But for him, even though Gu Yun was heavier than thousands of tons, he still could not put it down - because if he let this person go, his hands would be empty.
If a person lived on without any burden in their heart, would they not become a fraudulent flag to be blown by the wind?
Gu Yun raised his hand to his shoulder and tapped gently on the place of his shoulder and neck. Chang Geng was in pain, but he continue to watch him carefully, not avoiding.
Gu Yun asked: "Why would I make you walk in the sea of flame and a moutain of swords?"
"I wish one day the country will be prosperous, the people will have jobs to do, the whole world will be stable, and my general will not have to defend the frontier gates with his life. I want to be like Master Feng Han, fighting to untie the knot between imperial power and Ziliujin. I hope that all the machines running on the ground will be in the fields, that the flying Kites in the sky are filled with ordinary travelers who take their families home to visit their relatives... Everyone can live with dignity." Chang Geng held his hand tightly, intertwining his five fingers with Gu Yun's own, wrapped together intimately.
Gu Yun was puzzled. This was the first time Chang Geng confessed his inner thoughts to him, causing him to somewhat be unable to control his heart firing up.
It's a pity that after thinking about it carefully, either way, it all sounded impossible.
"I can do it, Zi Xi, let me try." Chang Geng whispered.
Since he already possessed the power of the 'evil god', couldn't he try to tear through the bloodstained ways of the world, opening up a path never before seen for a mortal?
That year in Yanhui town, the teenager of thirteen or fourteen years old had once expressed his vision of not wanting to live a life wasted to the young general. Gu Yun, who was still frivolous at that time, threw a basin of cold water on his face and told him indifferently that ‘all heroes have no good end’.
Now, after several encounters in the desert of golden sand, having gone back and forth between the Palace and the Imperial Prison. General Gu himself had truly experienced what was called ‘heroes have no good end’, but he could not find the heart to say the same thing again to Chang Geng any more.
Using himself to measure others, if someone pointed to his nose and said to him, "Gu Yun, quickly roll back to the manor to retire. You are lucky to be able to live until now. Not withdrawing, you will sooner or later end up dead without a place to be buried."
What would he think?
Nowadays, in this world, one foot was in cold water and one foot in the mud, the person stuck inside would inevitably have difficulty in walking among them. Walking for a long time, from inside to outside would become cold, there was only the heart that would bleed fiery spirit. Keeping on a path while knowing full well that it's impossible was not easy. If someone else... especially close relatives, who would also pour cold water as a hindrance, wasn't it too pitiful?
