Hidden Blade Chapter 95: Ask what love in the world is?

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Chu Qiuli didn't know if he had completely convinced Xu Han.

But the boy finally stepped out of the yard for the first time in these few days.

Chu Qiuli didn't ask where he was going, and Xu Han didn't say anything.

In the small courtyard, only Chu Qiuli was left.

The middle-aged man sat in the yard for a long time, and felt bored, so he proposed a pot of fine wine from the house to drink himself.

Just before the wine was full, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Chu Qiuli was stunned. Could it be that Xiaohan has gone and returned? He hurriedly got up and pushed open the courtyard door, but the figure entering the goal was slightly taken aback.

"Tsing Yi..." He looked at the beautiful face in front of him and called out softly.

The whole woman smiled at him: "Would you like me to go in and sit down?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he came back to his senses.

"Please, please, please!" He hurriedly smiled and said, welcoming the woman into the house.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the small room, and the woman frowned, obviously a little unhappy.

The middle-aged man who has always been doing his own way has rarely seen a girl-like shyness on his face. He scratched his head and said: "I'm about to clean up..."

Such an excuse was naturally pale and feeble. The woman in Tsing Yi gave the man a white look, but in the end she sat down at the wooden table.

When the man saw this, he sat down beside her, stroking the messy hair on his head like a chicken coop without showing a trace.

The woman took this point of him carefully, but it didn't break it.

"Yuan Guilong is dead." She said abruptly.

The man who was carefully tidying up his appearance was taken aback when he heard this.

The excitement on his face that seemed like a teenager seeing the girl he liked faded away, then he nodded and said: "I know."

At that time, the woman turned her head to look at Chu Qiuli, her eyes were filled with indescribable coldness.

"What about you?" she asked, the expression on her face that was so beautiful that she didn't use Fendai changed, and she seemed a little bit sad.

"What?" The man looked at the woman as if he was waking up from a dream, the expression on his face was pretending to be calm and dazed.

Ran Qingyi saw that Chu Chouli was still trying to lie to her at this time, and the grudge on her face instantly turned into anger.

"Mu Yushan, Yuan Guilong, Lin Shou."

"A total of three lives..."

"Does the law of stealing life really cost you so much? Save them, how much life can you have?"

The woman's voice is loud, angry, puzzled, and of course there are deep worries hidden under these.

Since the man heard this really, he lowered his head and was silent for a while. Then he lifted the glass that was on the table before and drank all the sake in the glass.

"So what? You can't die without saving, right?"

At that moment, the sad tone of the man and the lonely look on his face seemed to hurt the woman.

The anger on Ran Qingyi's face collapsed, he sighed, and said: "Follow me, you and I are the only ones left at the Sacred Gate of Thieves. Let me save you, okay?" /

At this time, both the look on the woman's face and the tone of her words were extremely sincere, even with a hint of begging. I have to say that this kind of Ran Qingyi made Chu Qiuli's heart a little impulse at that moment, but he soon suppressed such impulse again.

He looked at the woman's extremely beautiful face, and it seemed that years had never left a mark on her body, she was still 18 years old.

At that time, he and she were recognized as golden boys and girls in the sect, but the disaster came so suddenly that they were forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the sect at the age of 18. So with this responsibility, they finally drifted away...

"No." There was always a thousand nostalgia in his heart, and the man shook his head decisively at that time. "My bet has been pressed, my son has been placed, you and I are destined to be unable to go the same way."

This answer was actually as early as Ran Qingyi expected.

He was always so stubborn. Such stubbornness once made her feel bad, but now it makes her feel bad.

"You can't win, no one can break this game." She looked at the man directly, trying to make the last bit of effort to redeem his decision.

"Then I will lose as beautifully as possible." Chu Qiuli laughed, so real, like the summer of eighteen.

The woman took a deep look at him, and finally put away her mind to continue speaking.

She stood up at that time, brushed her sleeves, and went away.

The middle-aged man looked at the cyan figure that disappeared from his eyes, took the glass and drank it, drunkly looking at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him, the brilliance in his eyes gradually became hollow, and then he muttered. Words: "Eighteen years old..."

"It's great."

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Zhu Xian has many other courtyards in the city of Chang'an. These other hospitals are not of much use on weekdays. They will only stay in them for a day or two after wishing the first day to come.

But these days, these other hospitals have become lively, and people from all over the world are living in them. The largest one is called Feixueyuan.

Linglong Pavilion, who was the master of the Great Zhou Zongmen, moved into it.

On weekdays, in this Feixue Yard, the gate is closed, and people in Linglong Pavilion rarely go out.

But the night light just came down today, and the Zhonghua Lantern of Chang'an City started to come on.

A carriage stopped in front of the courtyard of Feixueyuan.

"Deacon Song, everything is ready." A disciple respectfully arched his hand toward the purple-robed boy, saying so.

The purple-robed boy just glanced at him faintly, and the disciple stepped back knowingly.

"Husband...I..." beside the purple-robed boy, there was a woman standing beside her. She was dressed in white, tall, with a nice face. At this moment, she frowned slightly, looking at the teenager with concern.

"What's the matter?" The purple-robed boy smiled faintly at her, and stretched out a hand to gently smooth her forehead's hair that was tossed by the spring breeze.

The woman's brow furrowed deeper. She grabbed the boy's hand and said softly: "I don't want to go, I want to be here with my husband."

A soft color appeared on the cold face of the purple-robed boy, and he said softly: "You go back to the door and wait for me, and I will be back in a few months."

How can a woman believe what he said? She was born intelligent. Everything in this city of Chang'an seems like Changyesi and Linglong Pavilion, occupying the right time and place. Whether it is Xu Han or Tiance Mansion, it seems to be just the fish on the chopping board. , Let them kill. But if this is the case, why should the teenager rush her back to Linglong Pavilion. The more calm Song Yueming appeared, the more disturbed her heart became. She even faintly noticed that Song Yueming’s thoughts were not just about the imperial power struggle of Chang'an City. He also had other plans. Such a plan must be extremely dangerous.

Xia Zichuan thought about these young people, taking a deep look, wanting to say something, but when the words were about to be spoken, he thought of something, so he swallowed the words back to his mouth. In the end just said softly: "Well, I am waiting for you."

The boy nodded, and the carriage outside the door began to urge.

Xia Zichuan finally got on the carriage still reluctantly. She didn't look back, because maybe once she turned her head, she couldn't hide it when she reached her lips. But that's not right. The battle is about to come. She doesn't want Song Yueming's heart to have too much concern...

The wooden wheels of the carriage, pressed against the bluestone road in Chang'an City, made a gurgling noise.

The purple-robed boy stood at the gate of the courtyard with his hand in his hand, watching the carriage gradually go away, until the figure of the carriage completely disappeared from his eyes, and he still stood there motionless.

Oh.

Oh.

At this moment, there was a soft sound, awakening the young man from his fluttering thoughts. He touched his hair, which was wet. He raised his head and looked towards the sky with a sense of understanding, a drop in the hazy sky. The rain fell, just dripping into his eyes.

He suddenly remembered a legend he had heard in his hometown when he was a child.

They said that rain comes from the sky, passes through the world, and goes deep into the earth. It connects the living and the dead, and communicates the mortal dust and the yellow spring. Therefore, people in the hometown will always choose to worship their ancestors after the rain, thinking that in this way, they can convey the longing and grief of the living to the dead underground.

Thinking about this, Song Yueming stretched out her hand.

The rain is getting heavier and thicker, forming a small puddle of water in his palm.

Song Yueming put his hand in front of him at that time, he looked at the puddle of rain and whispered softly, "I remember it below."

After saying this, his palm slightly slanted, and the rain poured down on the stone slab, seeped into the ground along the cracks of the stone slab, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

On the far away carriage, Xia Zichuan lowered her head, reached out and stroked her belly, she said to herself.

"Husband, you must survive, for me and for our children..."

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In the dark door, the girl with purple pupils took the token from the man in the black robe.

The expression on the girl's face is indifferent, like a sculpture, without sorrow or joy, without anger or sorrow.

She just looked at the purple token and looked at every detail on it carefully, as if she wanted to find some clues about the man's past.

The man in the black robe didn't speak, he stood quietly aside very witty, his head lowered.

This situation continued for about a hundred breaths, and the girl with purple eyes finally raised her head and looked at the man.

"Did he only let you bring this back?" the girl asked, still not seeing sorrow and joy in her eyes.

The man nodded first, then shook his head. Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the token. The purple-eyed girl was taken aback for a moment, and then turned the token over.

The goal is a short inch sword, which seems extremely unsurprising. It seems that as long as an ordinary craftsman can polish such a thing.

But it was such a thing that made the girl use all her strength to maintain the calm and indifference, and at that moment there was a sign of collapse.

Boom.

With a crisp sound, the purple Yama card that everyone in the Sanluo Temple enshrines as a holy thing fell to the ground at that time.

The black robe man's heart jumped, thinking about whether to help the girl in front of him pick up this thing, but the girl's voice rang at that time.

"Go out." There are two short words, but there is a thick trembling sound inside.

The man was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the girl and found that the girl didn't notice the drop of the purple Yama card. She just looked straight at the inch sword, unwilling to turn her eyes, and even reluctant to blink her eyes. a bit.

The man was silent, he nodded at the girl, and stepped back respectfully.

As the man left, the door of the room was slowly closed, and the last gleam of light in the room disappeared and was blocked outside the door. This boundless darkness seemed to give the girl some courage.

She stretched out her other hand and held the sword tightly with both hands.

She held it very hard, as if she was about to use all of her energy, as if even if she relaxed for a moment, something heavy would leave her.

The indifference on her face finally collapsed at that moment. She gritted her teeth and said viciously: "Even if you die, do you still want to return to your cold sword grave? What do you think of me? ?"

There was silence in the dark room, and her question was destined to be unanswered.

And perhaps it was such loneliness that caused the last touch of defense in the girl's heart to be torn away.

She clasped her hands tightly together, leaned against her chest, and placed the sword firmly on her heart.

The tears finally slipped from her eye sockets, and followed her to blow-->>, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Zangfeng!

The cheeks that can be broken by the bullet dripped onto the blade of that inch sword.

A dazzling sword light suddenly lit up, illuminating the dark room like daylight.

The girl lifted her tearful face, and then she was surprised to find that the sword lights gathered in front of her, and gradually became a figure.

The figure gave birth to a person who made her love and hate.

The figure and the girl looked at each other in the room for a long time, and then the figure slowly stretched out his hand, seeming to want to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eye, but only touched the girl’s face, and his hand was removed from the girl’s face Passed through.

The girl looked at the figure, suddenly burst into laughter, gritted her teeth and said: "Asshole."

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The spring rains in Chang'an City are continuous, but the rain is torrential outside Hushan Town in Youzhou.

Fangziyu walked through the mountains and forests supporting Mengliang.

The two men’s clothes have been soaked by the rain, and the tops are covered with mud, and Fangziyu's face is even more pale, but he gritted his teeth and held the Mengliang towards the deep of the mountain forest. Walk around.

And Mengliang?

The eyes were narrowed, and the bone wounds under the clothes were dripping with blood, spilling on the way they were going.

"Meng, you can't die! You promised me to take me to Chen Guo. If you die, my aunt will not let you go!" Fang Ziyu gritted her teeth, but The man on his shoulders was already dead, unable to respond to her words at all.

But Fang Ziyu still said without realizing it.

She didn’t know where she heard people talk about it. This person is still alive, and if someone talks to him, he won’t faint, because once fainted, he might never wake up again. Up.

"The **** surnamed Chen, somehow became relatives with that Yanyan. You have to help me in this matter. Let's go to Chen Guo and ask him why..."

"If you die, I'll be alone, I can't beat that bastard..."

Fangzi Yuxu talked about it, and she was already crying.

The heavy rain poured down on the girl's face, making it difficult to tell whether it was tears or rain.

The man on his shoulder still didn't respond, and Fang Ziyu could clearly feel his breath getting weaker and weaker.

Since the attack in the small town on the border of Youzhou and Liangzhou, the two men, large and small, have encountered several chasing soldiers. Although Mengliang has advanced swordsmanship, they still have two fists and four hands. Unfortunately, they were seriously injured in the battle, but the chasing soldiers smelled like a fishy scent. The jackal was chasing behind the two reluctantly. The two fled, and Mengliang finally couldn't support it and added a few more serious injuries. .

Seeing that his fate was not long before, Fang Ziyu took the opportunity to lead him all the way in a panic and fled here.

But those chasers are obviously some extremely experienced killers, no matter if Fangziyu disguised or mixed into the mountains and forests, they still couldn't escape their pursuit. Fang Ziyu was exhausted from this journey, and Mengliang's life was also at stake, and both of them had reached the end of the battle.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Fangziyu hasn't closed his eyes for a day and night, and hasn't even had time to drink a sip of water.

The sound of chasing soldiers came faintly behind him. Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth and dragged his exhausted body to continue walking towards the dense forest.

She didn't know when she was the first to escape like this? After all, in this Youzhou, they are not familiar with their lives, let alone someone will come to rescue them, it seems that all the struggles are just in vain.

I have to say that this is a very desperate feeling, but Fang Ziyu still did not give up, she took another step.

The heavy rain poured the soil in the mountains and forests into a muddy state. The tired Fangzi fish was lightly underfoot and tripped to the ground by the mud.

She fell very embarrassed, not to mention that the beautiful clothes that were originally prepared to meet Chen Xuanji, even the face and hair were covered with mud. But at this moment, she didn't have the mind to take care of her embarrassed herself. The first time after she stood up, she panicked looking for the figure of the Mengliang who fell into the mud in the thick grass.

"My name is Meng! My name is Meng!" She shouted loudly, and stretched out her hand desperately to pull away the weeds of the dense forest. As a result, her hand was scratched by the sharp blades of grass and became scarred. It was stained with blood, but she didn't notice it.

"Come on here, there are footprints!" At this moment, there were rushing footsteps in the distant mountains and forests.

Fang Ziyu's heart was shaken, she knew it was those chasing soldiers who came back.

Although she was terrified in her heart, she didn't mean to leave Mengliang to escape alone. Just now, the fall was too violent, and the vegetation in the mountains and forests grew luxuriantly, and she was flustered again. This searched over and over again, but Mengliang was not found.

"Where are you with the surname Meng?" The footsteps of those chasing soldiers were getting closer, Fang Ziyu panicked, she shouted loudly, but in the dense forest there was no more sound of rain beating on the leaves. The slightest noise.

And a well-equipped black armored chaser or killer finally caught up at that time.

A group of mighty nearly a hundred people surrounded the Fangzi fish.

"Run! Are you continuing to run?" The leader of the black armor said, looking at Fang Ziyu, with a sneer on his mouth.

The Fang Ziyu surrounded by Tuan Tuan seems to have lost the will to escape, she slumped on the ground, her expression numb.

Seeing this, the black armor leader's face suddenly became even more triumphant.

He winked at the people around him, and the armored men suddenly came over, and the swords around his waist were quickly unsheathed, and they slowly gathered around.

It's not that they are timid, it's just that they have been hunting down this way. Fang Ziyu and Mengliang have already cost them nearly a hundred brothers. They are somewhat afraid of their powerful cultivation.

In a blink of an eye, they came to Fang Ziyu, and the sword was lifted high by these soldiers, and it was about to be cut towards Fang Ziyu's neck.

But at that time, Fangzi Yuyishan, who had been bowing his head, suddenly agitated.

Zheng!

Only hearing the sound of a sword, the long sword around her waist rose up into the sky at that time, bursting a dazzling sword light in the air.

Then that long sword, transforming one into ten, transforming into one hundred, with the rain in the sky, whizzing down.

"Be careful!" The soldier suddenly exclaimed.

They hurriedly used the sword in their hands to resist the flying sword, but it was still inevitable that more than a dozen soldiers were stabbed by the sudden flying sword, and the blood flow continued on the spot. Can't afford to fall to the ground.

Many soldiers were shocked and hurriedly withdrew from the flying sword range.

Fang Ziyu stood up at that time, the flying sword above his head seemed to feel something, and immediately took the sword light and escaped into Fang Ziyu's hands.

Fang Ziyu, holding the sword, shook a bit, doing the last swordsmanship had exhausted the only true essence in her body, and had to stand up straight with the sword pestle.

Then she looked at the soldiers with cold eyes, "Come on! Don't you want to kill me?"

The exhausted exhaustion of the girl’s face is naturally not hidden from the leader of the soldier. He knows how much blood has been stained on his hand, and he also knows the battle of the trapped beast, but the winner is in his grasp. But people with a mortal heart often burst out with potential different from ordinary people.

He didn't dare to be big, so he gave a wink at the armor soldiers around him. Even though the armor soldiers were reluctant in their hearts, they had to carry their swords forward at that time.

The two sides quickly fought each other.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded Fangziyu, but didn't expect to be able to kill it in the shortest time. Instead, they feigned everywhere, consuming the girl's little physical strength.

Only a quarter of an hour later, there were no less than ten blood wounds on the girl's body. Her face became paler, and the sword moves she swung gradually became lighter, without the slightest lethality at all. .

And those soldiers were even more daring to see her like this, and attacked Ling Li more and more. After several times, the girl staggered and fell to the ground. Although she tried her best to stand up, whether it was the exhaustion of these few days and the bleeding wounds on her body, she gradually lost control of her limbs. These few efforts have only paid off. Just fell back into the muddy embarrassment again.

The expression on Fang Ziyu's face finally became miserable. She didn't know the struggle and escape along the way. At this time, she finally reached the end, and she no longer had the strength to persist.

She gradually loosened her sword's hand, her eyes closed in despair.

Such an expression fell in the eyes of those soldiers, and they immediately let go of their hearts.

Under the command of the leader, the soldiers surrounded themselves again. This time, just to prevent further changes, they did not hesitate too much. They raised the sword in their hands and moved straight towards Fang Ziyu. The body greeted me.

Fang Ziyu's eyes were closed tightly, and she could feel the blades and sword lights that roared.

The breath of death was so close to her for the first time.

Of course she was a little scared, a little apprehensive, and more than that, she was unwilling.

Not reconciled not to do anything for the ruined sect, not reconciled to not go to the country of Chen to ask the **** surnamed Chen why on earth he did this to her, let alone harm the fool surnamed Meng.

Perhaps he was lying under the bushes. After these people killed her, they would forget Mengliang. If he could survive the catastrophe, he could survive. In the fight just now, Fang Ziyu deliberately Pulling everyone away from where they fell before. If she could succeed with this little calculation, she would be more at ease even if she died.

Thinking that Fang Ziyu here suddenly calmed down, she quietly waited for the doomed death to come.

Puff!

I don't know if it was some vision before death, Fang Ziyu waited for death to come. On the contrary, there was a muffled sound in the ears, like the sound of a sharp weapon tearing apart a broken skin.

A hot thing splashed on Fang Ziyu's face.

The girl opened her eyes subconsciously.

She saw a man dressed in black, holding a shining long sword, shuttled back and forth among the black armored men. His speed is extremely fast, like a black lightning, his sword is cold, and a blood-colored lotus is bound to splash wherever he passes.

Fang Ziyu looked at the back like a magic soldier, her dim eyes gradually lit up.

"Mengliang..." she muttered to herself.

Although she hadn't seen the man's face clearly, his clothes, his swordsmanship, and even the faint smell of him in the air made Fang Ziyu realize that it was a Mongolian beam.

The unfailing situation.

All the soldiers who were still awe-inspiring fell to the ground.

At that time, Mengliang closed his sword and turned his head to look at Fang Ziyu.

He shook off the blood from the sword, and his face was no longer pale, but instead there was a strange flush.

"Meng's surname, are you okay?" The surprised Fang Ziyu didn't notice his strangeness. He stepped forward quickly and came to the man.

"Well, you have been wronged." Meng Liang said somewhat self-blamingly.

"It's okay~IndoMTL.com~You're fine." The girl shook her head and said. "I..."

It's just that before finishing the words, a sense of fatigue hit the sky, and her body swayed, and she collapsed at that time.

Meng Liang saw this and hurriedly supported Fang Ziyu's body.

He stretched out his hand and inspected the physical condition of the average girl slightly, and found that just because of the lack of strength, it was not a big problem, and he was relieved.

Looking at the girl’s side face as if she was asleep, Mengliang stretched out his hand and gently wiped the mud from her face. In this process, he did it carefully, as if something touched him in his arms. That is, a rare and rare treasure.

He spent dozens of breaths and finally wiped the mud from the girl's face. At that moment, he smiled.

"Don't worry, I will take you to Chen Guo."

After saying this, he took another step, but a drop of blood still couldn't stop dripping from his clothes, staining his path red.

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