Nightfall Chapter 8: One person died

! Hengmu Liren lowered his head, and the golden flower in his hand didn't know where to go, standing in the lonely night like an aggrieved child, the emotion in his voice was still that stubborn and unwilling.

"Whether it's the first sword... or the last sword, you can't hurt my roots! You are not my opponent! So you dare not throw your sword at me! You never want to use such words Come to mess with my heart."

Liu Yiqing kept coughing up blood, her face was like snow, and the pity that the night could not hide: "I'm going to die. I didn't use a sword before, and I won't be a sword again. Then, there will never be anyone. Knowing the answer, you don’t know if you can catch my sword. On your future cultivating journey, you may be able to dominate the world, but tonight’s regret will always be with you."

The walls of the imperial city collapsed, and there were bricks and gravel everywhere. The water in the moat was quiet, and the cut willow branches gradually sank to the bottom of the water. In a dead silence, flowers suddenly bloomed.

The flower and the night light seem to blend together. There is no matte color or brilliant golden rim. It is just pure black. The petals are dense and hard to count. It can be vaguely distinguished as a peach blossom.

The spades appeared in the night, and the man walked out of the night. After years of wind and rain, the silver mask on his face was no longer as bright and foggy as an old thing. surface.

Like the black peach blossom, this person used to have a dazzling golden color, but now he has given all the gold to others, leaving the pure black to himself, his clothes, his eyes and his The breath is so cold and thick, like the ink that is about to dry in the inkstone.

Liu Yiqing looked at the person walking out of the night, the expression on his face became a little complicated, a little dignified, completely different from the previous face of Liren Hengmu, because he realized that this person is more pure than before, and Even stronger, I can't help but start to worry about the Chinese people in the academy.

Long Qing walked into the night and came to the front of the imperial city.

Hengmu Liren didn't respond, still staring at Liu Yiqing on Nian.

Long Qing looked at his somewhat lonely back and the Tsing Yi that had just been stained with blood. He was silent for a while, then looked at the moon in the sky of night. His face showed regret.

Tonight, the Xiling Temple sent an important figure like Hengmu Liren to Linkang City, and dispatched five powerful people with fate, including Zhao Sishou, to attack with two thousand horses, and powerful formations were placed around the imperial city in advance. Also... he has been standing in the night.

With this kind of formation, apart from letting Nan Jin return to Haotian's embrace and killing Liu Yiqing, who had betrayed the temple, naturally there were other ideas, such as killing those strong men who came to rescue Jiange.

There are very few people who dared to lend a helping hand to Jiange before the power of the temple. To be precise, it could only be those in the academy. Long Qing judged that the person most likely to appear in Linkang City was Ning Que.

The academy still has to be disciplined and reasonable. Xiling Temple has arranged so many principles for the academy, at least of course the former academy cannot solve those principles, so they can only watch the temple destroy Protestantism and watch the temple enter north. In the Southern Jin Dynasty, he couldn't do anything.

Only Ning Que has always been unruly and unreasonable, so in Long Qing's opinion, he is very likely to appear in Linkang City tonight. This makes him very satisfied and looking forward to it, but just like Liren Hengmu Disappointed that Liu Yiqing's last sword did not pierce him, he was also a little disappointed at this time, because Ning Que never appeared.

"The academy will not come to the temple to put up such a big battle, it is really too wasteful."

The corners of Liu Yiqing's lips were bleeding, but her voice was still so clear.

Long Qing looked at him calmly and said: "I don't think this is a waste, because I will not underestimate any opponents, especially...you who is underestimated by many people."

Liu Yiqing is Liu Bai’s younger brother. He was unknown when he was a teenager. He was blinded by Ning Que at the side entrance of the academy. As Long Qing said in the night before, he later entered the palace with a single sword and killed The emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty opened the opening chapter of the great era, but his reputation was still not high enough. In the eyes of many practitioners, he was far inferior to Ning Que and Long Qing, and he was not qualified to take over the position left by Liu Bai in the world.

But Long Qing didn’t think so, because he had a very similar experience to Liu Yiqing. He also suffered a miserable defeat under Ning Que’s hands and paid a heavy price to rise again. Liu Yiqing was blind with both eyes, but he could break through with a sword. Knowing the threshold of life and seizing the good fortune of the sword, he knows how difficult it is and how powerful it represents.

"You are the master of the sword pavilion, and your sword represents your will. If you don't pierce the crossbar, it is naturally impossible to be a gesture of anger, but because you want to kill the emperor and those royal families."

Long Qing looked at Liu Yiqing and said: "Those people on the wall are dead, Nan Jin will inevitably fall into civil strife, and it will not be able to restore calm within a short time. It is naturally not so convenient for the temple to borrow the military and national power of Nan Jin. Is your sword pavilion's will... hurt yourself and the enemy?"

The white cloth on Liu Yiqing’s face is crippled and he is dripping blood. He said: "The last six characters are very brilliant, but what I said to Hengmu is correct. Many years ago, the temple wanted to promote your name as the son of God. The strong practitioner died in your hands, and now the temple is preparing to push him out, why should I perfect you?"

Long Qing said: "This... is exactly what I don't understand. The Southern Jin Kingdom has opened. Since you are unable to return to heaven, why didn't you choose to leave? Why did you still die for the Tang people?"

"Many years ago, my eldest brother asked me to go to the academy to wash my sword, but I was injured by Ning Que and blinded my eyes. After that, although the sword's heart is clear, I still haven't seen this thing through."

"But you still chose to stand on the side of the academy."

"It's not my choice, it's my brother's choice."

Liu Yiqing shook her head hard and said: "I don't understand why you want to help the college, but since you want to do this, then I will do it."

Long Qing said: "The Tang people have no faith, what is the meaning of your persistence?"

"The meaning lies in oneself."

Liu Yiqing looked a little tired, and said calmly: "I don’t like the Tang Dynasty, I don’t like the academy, I don’t like the temple, I don’t like you gods, I don’t understand why the big brother should help the academy, I don’t understand why all Nan The Jin people all wanted to help the temple, the elder brother died, and the Nan Jin people regarded the sword pavilion as a ghost domain. I looked forward to no one, looked back to no one, looked to the side without a companion, I became a lonely soul. A wild ghost..."

"But even if you are a lonely ghost, you can do something. If the Tang army invades, the disciples of the sword pavilion will resist, and when Xiling comes, you must resist. Even if you fail to fight, you must fight first."

"The way of self-destruction is hard to praise."

"I heard that Guanzhu entered Chang'an that year, and thousands of people from Tang Dynasty died. Now the temple is in Linkang. I have thousands of people in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Looking at it with palms, I think someone has to show some attitude...

"One person died, but after all, it is still better."

Liu Yiqing felt that his lungs were burning, and his broken heart was like a collapsed river bank. He paused in pain, and said with a difficult smile: "Since it's death, of course you can't let you go too far."

(I miscalculated my physical condition. After opening that chapter the day before yesterday, I started to think about the story seriously, and then my blood pressure began to fluctuate. That fluctuation... I really want to scold my mother.)