Hidden Blade Chapter 35: September autumn wind is strong, stars shine at night

Li Moding’s face as the prince of Daxia is quite useful. Liaozhou Mu is grateful to Xu Han and his party, and the two thousand people accompanying him are also looking for Liaozhou under the arrangement of Master Mu. Arriving at the new residence, although it can not be said to be done once and for all, but it is worry-free to think about it in a short time.

The group of people continued to go south after doing this. Without the involvement of the people, the more than 1,000 people under Ning Yan Xue Lian had uneven cultivation levels, but they had some abilities, plus Xu Han’s instruction. , Li Dingxian also began to teach them the method of "The Great Dragon Elephant Seal", so the speed of the people going south has increased a lot.

About seven days later, the group came to Moyan City on the southern border of Liaozhou.

In this place, Xu Han can be regarded as revisiting the old place. He fled from Dazhou to Daxia that year. The first stop when he entered Daxia was the fortress city of Moyan City. He came at the end of autumn, and when he returned, it was also in the late autumn of September. Xu Han had a lot of experiences in one year. At this moment, it is inevitable that there will be some sorrows.

Mr. Wei went to the Ten Thousand Regions Starry Sky. What exactly is there and what he is doing is a mystery to Xu Han.

Yan Zhan and Xue Ning left in a hurry. Although there were still correspondences, they knew that it was Yan Zhanzong's accident, but Xu Han didn't have any specific details. Xu Han didn't ask too much.

In the middle of the night, after arranging everyone to rest, he went to the lobby of the inn alone, asked the sleepy Xiao Er for a pot of sake, and sat down alone.

Counting the Ning Yan and Xue Lian he brought with him, who were carrying copper plates, there were more than a thousand people in the group. Naturally, it is not a hotel that can rest. The staff are arranged in various places in Moyan City. , Even the city lord's mansion of Moyan City was used to call, and this arranged a residence for more than a thousand people.

The lobby of the inn was silent, and Xiao Er, who had poured a pot of wine for Xu Han, lay on the table again and fell asleep.

Xu Han didn’t care about it. He reached out and poured a jug of wine for himself. The bell on his right arm made a clear sound because of this action. Xu Han smiled slightly and stopped the action in his hand and stretched out his hand. Stroking the bell tied with the red thread.

Zhen Yue, Lu Yashan, Wei Chen, Shi Yucheng...

Of course he will not forget these people, they met him and died for him, but Huma has been missing since then, Xu Han could not find it, and thought that the other party might just want to leave this sad Land, unwilling to stay.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of the boy's mouth became a bit bitter. He raised the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the night and autumn wind outside the window, saying: "Everyone deserves this cup."

After talking, I spilled the drink, filled myself with a glass, and drank it all in one go.

"Why do you drink alone? It seems that you are in good spirits." At this moment, the door of the inn lobby was suddenly pushed open, and Mengliang, dressed in black, walked up to Xu Han and looked down at him with a smile on his mouth.

Xu Han was taken aback, and was about to say something after he recovered, but before he could say anything, Meng Liang pulled the wooden bench opposite him and sat down on his own.

Then Mengliang filled himself with wine and drank three glasses in a row. Then he put down the wine glass heavily, then looked at Xu Han and said: "I'm leaving."

Xu Han didn't show much surprise at Mengliang's words. He squinted at Mengliang and asked: "Go to Chen Guo?"

"Yeah." Mengliang nodded, filled himself with a glass of wine, drank it, and then said: "I have heard some rumors from Chen Guo along the way. At the end of this trip, I still I have to go back to Jianling and Shouling again, and no one can say whether there is a chance to return. After all, I have to go there and take a look, so that we can feel at ease."

"What the brother said is naturally human..." Xu Han nodded, but the wine glass he held up was not drunk like a Mongolian beam. Instead, it was placed in front of his chest and said: "But this It’s not me that should be said the most."

Meng Liang smiled bitterly when he heard the words. Of course he knew who Xu Han was referring to. He shook his head and said: "No. It only increases sorrow and sorrow."

Everyone has experienced a lot along the way, and everyone has changed a lot. Mengliang also lost his detached temperament. Although he liked to do inconspicuous things from time to time, his temperament was much calmer.

Xu Han thought for a while, then asked: "Then when are you going to leave?"

"Choose a day is not like hitting the sun..." Meng Liang smiled, and immediately added a glass of wine to himself, and said to Xu Han: "Just now, come, you and my brother and I will drink this glass together. If you have a good time in the future, you can come to Jianling to find me, then you and I will drink again."

After Mengliang said this, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then raised the empty glass to indicate Xu Han who hadn't drunk it for a long time.

"Senior brother really decided to leave today?" Xu Han's wine glass was still on his lips, and he asked Mengliang again.

"Yeah." Mengliang nodded, with determination in his eyes that could not be persuaded.

When Xu Han finally stopped speaking, he put the long-lifted wine glass to his lips and drank it.

Meng Liang smiled knowingly when he saw this, put down his wine glass and was about to say goodbye.

But at this moment, Xu Han stretched out his hand to stop Mengliang’s move. He said in Mengliang’s puzzled eyes: "Brother, in fact, the brother just wanted to talk to you..."

"Huh?"

"Today, you may not be able to leave." Xu Han sighed, then blinked behind Mengliang.

Mengliang's heart trembled. He turned his head to look, only to see a young girl not far behind him who had been standing there for unknown time, staring at him with evil eyes at this moment.

At that moment, the determination in the blindfold disappeared, and the color of horror climbed up to the eyebrows.

Xu Han looked at the two with a smile, he shook his head and silently picked up his wine glass and jug, and gently retreated.

......

"Zi...Ziyu..." Meng Liang looked down at the girl who was one head shorter than him, looking down at the girl who was one head shorter than him. There was only a moment in her eyes that she was going to swim far away with the sword. He called her name, but in the bottom of his heart he was thinking about how he would refuse when she said something to stay.

Even he felt that if Fang Ziyu's attitude was firm enough, he might not have the courage at this moment. Therefore, before Fang Ziyu could speak, he had been secretly encouraging himself in the bottom of his heart. He said that his sons and daughters had a long history, and he said that the family and the country are righteous and the common people live. He said everything that could make his mind firm, thinking about everything. You can let yourself refuse Fang Ziyu's thing, just to be able to resist her sentence: Don't go.

There are always people in this world who blame others for being indifferent, just like Meng Liang once wondered how his master, who didn't get along well, could be so cruel to leave his wife in pain, but he died safely.

But at this moment, he suddenly understood that perhaps the person who died was more courageous when he was parting than the person who kept him.

"Are you really going?" Fang Ziyu's words interrupted Mengliang's heart with a sigh.

He felt the hidden anger in Fang Ziyu's eyes, and his heart twitched to his throat, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded: "I have something wrong... "

Then he tried to explain that he had nothing to do with him, and then he was interrupted by Fang Ziyu.

The girl retracted her gaze, turned around and pushed open the door of the inn, and said lightly: "Okay, I'll see you off."

Mengliang's typed belly manuscript was swallowed back into his stomach at this moment, and sank together with his raised heart.

Yeah, how could she keep him? Her heart is filled with mystery, when will I be able to tolerate me...

Mengliang's face flushed, not only because of the self-righteous inner entanglement before, but also because of some inevitable little indignation.

But he finally suppressed this emotion after several breaths, he nodded and said: "Yeah."

......

Xu Han had always been puzzled in the past, why Chu Qiuli liked drinking so much, but at this moment he suddenly understood a little bit about it.

Xu Han, whose physical body has reached the realm of earth fairyland, did not deliberately eavesdrop on the conversation between Mengliang and Fang Ziyu, but he still heard something, which is probably the annoyance caused by too high physical strength. Whether it is hearing, smell, or any senses, it is magnified countless times as he enters the fairyland. If he wants to, he can even hear the whispers of anyone in any corner of this deserted city by hearing alone. This kind of ability sounds wonderful, but when you think about it, a large group of people are chattering in your ears. I think it is enough to make an ordinary person tortured and sleepless.

Of course, Xu Han is not incapable of shielding these senses and allowing himself to live as a normal person when he doesn’t need it. It’s just that he hasn’t been able to do this perfectly because he hasn’t been in the fairyland for a long time. Then I heard the conversation between the two inadvertently.

"Oh! These two fools!" Xu Han sighed heartily, but when he was about to pour himself a glass of wine, a long sigh came in his ear.

How sensitive is Xu Han's response. He turned his head and saw that a big man in the small woods in the backyard of the inn was staring at the scene in the lobby of the inn through the window, muttering very dissatisfiedly. what.

Xu Han smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to pick up the stone on the ground, flicked at the man, and the stone fell on the man's forehead accurately.

"Ouch!" The big man wailed, covering his head, and roared cursingly: "Who! Such no eyes, be careful of Grandpa Chu, I..."

The big man's scolding stopped abruptly the moment he turned his head, he saw Xu Han who was standing in front of him smiling.

The anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and he changed into an embarrassing smile that didn't smile. He licked his face and said: "Oh, it's such a coincidence, you are here... uh. ..." The big man pointed to the lobby of the inn, and seemed to be thinking about how to use gentle terms to describe his peeking at Meng Liang and his actions.

Xu Han naturally knows Chu Qiuli's disposition. He didn't mean to entangle him on this topic. Instead, he raised the glass in his hand and said, "Brother Chu, come and have a drink?"

How could Chu Qiuli, who claimed to be unable to fail a thousand cups, refuse such a request? He nodded hurriedly, and was dragged by Xu Han to sit in the lobby of the inn where the man went to the building.

After three glasses of wine, Chu Qiuli also forgot his previous embarrassment, and began to chatter.

This is Chu Qiuli's usual wine, Xu Han is not surprised, he drank the wine carefully, and every sentence echoed Chu Qiuli.

"Xiaohan, you have finally become an immortal now. We worked hard along the way, and finally became a wife. From now on, I see who dares to bully us!"

"Let's go back to Chang'an for this step, to see what the old people will look like when they see you."

"I guess, each of their faces will be wrinkled into orange peels, which is a thousand times more ugly than that old tree plate."

"At that time, whatever Chang Yasi he cares about, whatever Tiance Mansion will have to bring us tea and water..."

"You said no?"

Speaking, Chu Qiuli, who was flushed, held up a glass of wine toward Xu Han.

Xu Han smiled and toasted to each other, then asked: "Where is Ran Qingyi?"

"Huh?" Chu Qiuli's face was stagnant, and the drunkenness on his face suddenly disappeared, but he quickly returned to his pretending to be crazy and stupid: "That little lady does not mention it..."

Xu Han was noncommittal about Chu Qiuli’s behavior, but just replied indifferently: "Last time I left Daxia, at Li Yulin’s banquet, after Brother Chu was drunk, the young man who lived in the same room with you was drunk. Mu An complained for a day, saying that you called Ran Qingyi's name all night. The little guy asked me if the person named Ran Qingyi owed you a lot of money for wine..."

Chu Qiuli's face was a little bit unbearable, he explained in a whisper: "The little kid talks nonsense, you can't believe it, you can't believe it."

Seeing that he didn’t want to talk about it, Xu Han didn’t force it. He looked out the window and said softly: “Shen Luo Temple is not the right way after all. Since we are going to Chang’an this time, I think Brother Chu will also have the opportunity to see her again. If you can persuade me, please give me a sentence or two, after all..."

The Xu Han who said this paused, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the cold light flashed inside. His tone was cold, and he said: "I don't want Brother Chu to be embarrassed by then."

Chu Qiuli's gesture of drinking again suddenly stopped, but the next moment he raised his head and drank the drink in his glass without saying anything.

Xu Han saw that he knew so much and said it was useless, so he got up and left.

Chu Qiuli, who was sitting here alone, raised his glass and drank again. He didn't stop until the pot of wine was exhausted, and then looked out the window with his eyes deep.

He stretched out his hand to knock on the tabletop, and sang in a rough voice: "One hundred thousand white practitioners fall into the sky, look at the homeland in Tsing Yi."

"The old country is a dead dragon, and hang on the head of the big city..."

"She has seen this homeland, how can she get back to this end?"

After Chu Qiuli said this, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the wine glass again and wanted to drink, but found that the pot was full.

The big man shook his head and sighed: "It is difficult to climb to the sky by stealing one's fate, not to mention the fate of this country..."

"Why don't you understand such a simple truth?"

......

Liaozhou in September, the autumn wind is flourishing at night.

Mengliang and Fangziyu walk side by side.

Although Mengliang has deliberately slowed down his pace, he must say goodbye to him for thousands of miles. After all, the small Moyan City can't hold Mengliang's heartfelt perseverance, and the road to Moyan City has finally come. At the end, the gate of Moyan City appeared in front of the two of them...

The two stopped at the same time with great tacit understanding. Mengliang looked sideways and glanced at Fang Ziyu, who was always bowing his head along the way, and finally plucked up the courage to say that the two were walking along the way. The first sentence.

"Then...then I'm leaving..." Mengliang stammered, no one could understand the reluctance in his words at the moment.

"Yeah." Fang Ziyu still lowered his head, softly answering Mengliang's words.

Mengliang heard this, and the look on his face became a little bit lonely. He deliberately wanted to find some topics to chat with Fang Ziyu along the way. After all, in his opinion, let him go and leave him alone. Maybe there will be another chance to see Fang Ziyu again. This last part of the road, he wants to go longer, and he wants to go happily.

This is probably what makes Master Meng unique. Although it is unavoidable that he sometimes feels sad, but he does not always talk about it. Since then, I can’t see each other. That is the case. , In his opinion, it is natural to grasp the present more and more.

It's just that Fang Ziyu was silent all the way, and did not give Mengliang any chance, so he couldn't help feeling regretful when he said goodbye.

He took a deep look at Fang Ziyu, and finally made up his mind to take a step forward and walked out of Moyan City.

One step...

Two steps...

Mengliang meditated on the steps he took in his heart. He had calculated it carefully. When he reached the seventy-sixth step, Fang Ziyu’s call could not reach his ears, which means , The difference between him and her has entered a real countdown at this moment.

Seventeen steps... Eighteen steps... Fang Ziyu didn't make a sound~ IndoMTL.com~ Thirty-six steps... Forty-seven steps... Fang Ziyu remained silent.

Seventy-five steps...Seventy-six steps... Mengliang paused. He wanted to wait a while, but he didn't wait for what he wanted. So he took another step, the seventy-seventh step, the seventy-eighth step...

He went farther and farther, and his heart went deeper and deeper, so the pace under his feet was getting faster and faster. He wanted to leave here without telling the reason, but he wanted to leave here. It seemed that he was the only way to leave here. Only by cutting off some of the concerns in his heart can he bravely go where he wants to go.

Just as he started to urge the sword intent in his body, just as his speed began to climb, suddenly a sword broke through the air from behind, and plunged straight into the air with a sharp sword wind. The ground in front of him blocked his way.

Mengliang was taken aback for a moment, but before he came back to his senses, the long sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and scattered, and a piece of letter paper slowly drifted down the scattered blade...

Mengliang hurriedly reached out and caught the letter paper, unfolded it in his hand, and then looked at it with the stars in the sky tonight.

"You listen to me with the surname Meng. When I get my dad done, I will come to Jianling to find you. Then you have to bake the best sweet potatoes for me!"

There are a few crosses, not much to say, but it is Miss Fang’s consistent style. After reading the above handwriting one by one, Meng Liang turned his head and looked at Moyan City behind him, and it seemed that he could see it vaguely. A figure stood there and was waving at him.

A smile appeared on Mengliang’s face, and he waved his hand slightly toward that place, then folded the letter paper neatly, put it in his arms carefully, and finished these , He took a step again and walked into the distance.

That night, although the autumn wind was cold, the stars were bright.

In other words, the starlight that day was probably the most beautiful scenery Mengliang had ever seen...