darknovel Chapter 53 Little Chan'er... Did you know you came to find me? Big Brother... Gun...
Chapter 53 Little Chan'er... Did you know you came to find me? Big Brother... Gun...
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The main camp of the Shang army, the central command tent.
Zhao Gongming put his hands behind his back and first glanced at Gu Xuan.
Then, his gaze fell on Nezha, who was almost shattered in Yang Jian's arms.
"Put it down."
Yang Jian did not hesitate at all.
He walked very carefully to the corner of the tent and gently placed Nezha on the bed.
Zhao Gongming walked to the bedside and raised his hand to cover Nezha.
A warm and profound golden light emanated from his palm, flowing into Nezha's heart like a gentle stream.
A moment later.
Zhao Gongming withdrew his hand, turned to look at the two of them, and said.
"The lotus's essence has been severely damaged and cannot be completely repaired in a short period of time."
"But, their lives are not in danger."
"I have protected his primordial spirit; he will awaken within three days."
Upon hearing this...
Yang Jian's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
He bowed his head to Zhao Gongming and gave a deep salute.
"Thank you, Master."
Zhao Gongming's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded.
Then, his gaze swept back and forth between Gu Xuan and Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian".
"A real person?" Yang Jian looked up in a daze.
"From now on, in this Shang army camp, you will be considered Gu Xuan's personal guard."
Zhao Gongming's voice was calm, yet it carried a domineering air.
"As for other things, don't think about them or care about them."
Yang Jian looked up and glanced at the powerful figure from the Jie Sect.
After a moment of silence, he nodded solemnly.
Zhao Gongming didn't say anything more.
He turned around and slowly walked towards the entrance of the main tent.
The wide sleeves of his Taoist robe swayed gently with his steps.
He paused slightly as he approached the tent flap.
He didn't turn around.
He just casually tossed out a sentence.
"The matter between you brothers..."
"Take your time, there's no rush, and no need to rush."
"Splash!"
The curtains fell gently.
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Inside the large tent.
Gu Xuan and Yang Jian stood facing each other in the same spot.
For a moment, no one spoke first.
I don't know how much time passed.
Gu Xuan removed his black armor, revealing a black robe underneath, and spoke softly to Yang Jian.
"Let's go for a walk."
"Mm." Yang Jian nodded.
......
The last crimson hues on the horizon gradually faded into the distance.
The scene made the Shang army camp appear dim and yellowish.
The two walked side by side along the wide camp road, taking their time.
The soldiers and officers of the Shang army patrolling and stationed along the way.
Upon seeing them approaching from afar, they instinctively moved aside to the sides.
No one made a sound to disturb them.
Even the footsteps and the sound of the armor plates colliding were deliberately kept to a minimum.
A gentle breeze swept past the two of them, swirling up a few fallen leaves.
We walked for a while.
Gu Xuan looked at the twilight ahead and suddenly spoke, his voice very soft.
"Little Chan'er..."
"Did you know you were coming to see me?"
"Little sister—"
Yang Jian paused slightly, his voice still noticeably hoarse.
"When I came down the mountain, I didn't dare tell her about you."
"I'm afraid she's got too high hopes, and in the end..."
Gu Xuan remained silent for a moment.
She gave a soft "hmm".
He took a few more steps before speaking again.
"Don't tell her yet."
Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Xuan with some confusion.
Why?
Gu Xuan did not answer immediately.
Instead, he looked beyond the layers of tents and gazed at the darkening sky in the distance, pausing for a long time.
"Now......"
"It's not the right time yet."
"When I can truly protect her, and protect you all—"
"Tell her again."
Yang Jian listened to these words.
I didn't refute it, nor did I ask any further questions.
He simply nodded vigorously.
The two continued walking side by side.
After walking for an unknown amount of time and passing countless tents, they arrived at the edge of the Shang army's camp.
In the distance, the main camp gate stands tall.
Outside the door, the wilderness stretched endlessly.
At the end, the city of Xiqi.
Gu Xuan suddenly stopped.
He slowly reached out, slipped his hand into his sleeve, and rummaged around for a moment.
Then, he took out two broken, mottled pieces of the gun.
The gun barrel was rusted, and the worn, old inscriptions were faintly visible in the dim night.
—Jiao.
The moment I saw those two broken gun barrels.
Yang Jian froze as if struck by lightning.
He stared intently at the two broken spears in Gu Xuan's palm.
That day, he was filled with despair, thinking that his older brother really didn't recognize him.
He threw out the dragon spear that had carried his obsession for hundreds of years, calling it a "trophy".
But actually...
In his mind, he was going to gamble one last time on this gun.
He longed for the extraordinary intent emanating from the gun to jolt his elder brother back to something.
And now...
Yang Jian's eyes were slightly red.
He opened his mouth, but his voice choked.
"Brother, this gun..."
Gu Xuan lowered his head and quietly looked at the two broken spears in his palm.
"This gun..."
"I'll keep it for myself."
He raised his head, his gaze gently falling on Yang Jian's red-rimmed eyes.
"Your gun—"
"I'll forge an even better one for you later."
Gu Xuan paused, his voice becoming very soft.
"At that time..."
"I'll teach you how to shoot."
Yang Jian stared blankly at his elder brother in front of him.
Something hot welled up in my eyes again, silently.
He gritted his teeth, feeling as if his throat was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton, making him feel suffocated.
final......
He could only nod forcefully.
Seeing this, Gu Xuan rubbed Yang Jian's head.
He carefully put the two broken gun pieces back into his sleeve.
He looked up and glanced at the completely dark night sky.
"Let's go."
"Return the account first."
"The night is getting cold..."
Yang Jian took a deep breath.
Suppressing the surging emotions in my heart, I quickly caught up with his pace.
The two brothers walked side by side, under the cool moonlight, back into the depths of the camp.
By the time they returned to the vanguard camp, it was already late at night.
The two of them, one after the other, lifted the curtain and went inside.
Inside the tent, the candlelight was bright.
Nezha was moved over and lay quietly on the bed.
Although his breathing was still weak, his overall condition was very stable.
Gu Xuan walked over, glanced at him, and after confirming that the situation was stable, casually sat down at the table next to him.
Yang Jian then quietly busied himself inside the tent.
As he skillfully laid out another bed, he would occasionally whisper questions to Gu Xuan.
Inside the tent, rustling sounds gradually rose.
I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.
You can only faintly hear someone asking questions in low voices and someone answering patiently.
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late at night.
On ordinary days, the Shang soldiers who would be on a tight patrol at this time of day would not approach this place tonight, but instead, they all stayed away.
They tacitly avoided the vanguard camp at a distance.
They walked very quietly, afraid of disturbing the people inside the tent.
As the moonlight deepened, the light inside the tent gradually dimmed.
The faint sounds of conversation gradually faded as the night deepened.
Until the third watch of the night.
Only indistinct mutterings remained inside the tent.
Gu Xuan sat cross-legged on a futon on one side of the tent, his gaze falling on the bed not far away.
Yang Jian, tall and slender, lay slightly to the side, fast asleep.
But inside...
But he was still muttering something incoherently.
"Big brother..."
"gun……"
Gu Xuan watched quietly for a moment.
She shook her head gently and smiled silently.
It's still the same as when I was a child.
He can't keep things to himself and loves to talk in his sleep.
He stood up gently, walked to the bedside, and tucked the blanket around him.
Then.....
I stood quietly in place, watching for a long time.
He then walked back to the meditation cushion and sat down cross-legged.
Gu Xuan slowly closed his eyes.
The divine consciousness gradually sank into the depths of the sea of consciousness.
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