There is a sentence that lingers in Yue Haitang's mind.
"Where we are, the bride always holds flowers in her hands."
I wonder if it is the words in his hand that make the sentence more beautiful, or the words that make the bouquet of flowers more beautiful?
Seeing the flowers clustered together in his hands, a faint warmth flowed into my heart, and all the ruthlessness and determination disappeared.
Look at yourself again, where is the same Fairy Shuiyue? Doesn't it mean that you have to give up your past and accept your destiny? Why bother about the grudges from your past?
Thinking about it, Yue Haitang's expression became easy-going, and she left her waist tag on the ground casually, then walked into the room, pretending to be indifferent and asked: "How is it?"
Xia Shang tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "It's okay."
Yue Haitang was silent, standing behind Xia Shang and looking at the kid on the bed.
This brat was indeed the person she fought against that day, but the injuries on his body made Yue Haitang let out a light sigh.
The wounds on this man's body are scattered all over the place, but some patterns and clues can be vaguely seen, because the wounds on his body are very thin but deep, and the shape of each wound is very similar. They were not caused by iron tools, but probably leaves.
Or something thin like petals.
These injuries were definitely not caused by the fight with Yue Haitang that day.
That day, Fusheng received three moves from Yue Haitang and fell into Yue Lake. It seemed that his injuries were serious, but in fact they were not enough to cause him to lose mobility. The situation was chaotic and it is unknown what happened to Fusheng. But judging from the current situation, this child must be
He left alone and met a master again in Xiaoqingshan, which is why he ended up like this.
In the whole world, only the "Liuyun Sanshou" of Liuyunxianzong in Hangzhou can kill people by falling leaves and flying flowers.
Looking at the current situation of Fusheng, I wonder what the strength of the person who hurt him is? Because Fusheng was injured in the first place, what happened in the meantime is still unknown. But why did Liuyun Xianzong intervene in Liuzhuang's affairs? Could it be that Liuyun Xianzong also lies here?
Are the rivers in trouble? Are all the political forces going to join the court battle?
The battle in the court is the biggest whirlpool in the world. Anyone who steps into it will be mixed into a mess. By then, no one can tell the difference between good and evil.
Yue Haitang's thoughts were as fast as lightning. She wanted to understand the hidden forces and then remained silent. Just as she was about to turn around and go out, she couldn't help but sniff.
"Qianyexiang..."
Without checking for a moment, Yue Haitang shouted in a low voice.
When Xia Shang heard this, he became curious: "What is Qianyexiang?"
Yue Haitang's face changed slightly, and Xia Shang whispered: "Thousand-leaf incense is a unique secret medicine used by Liuyun Xianzong for tracking. This man has the smell of Qianye incense on his body, and he has been tracked."
Xia Shang reacted quickly, and his heart suddenly sank: "Isn't it Kuangfeng Village who knows about the people who are chasing Fu Sheng like this?"
"More than knowing, this matter must have been lurking in the village!"
"What is their purpose? Why are they following Fu Sheng?"
"This boy is the second in command of the Humen of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and his identity is transcendent! I was still wondering before, because this boy was severely injured by me that day. How could he be immortal if he met the master of Liuyun Fairy Trail again? It turns out that those people had known this boy's identity for a long time.
If you don't kill him, you'll have to play the long game to catch the big fish."
Bada...
The flowers in Xia Shang's hand fell to the ground: "What did you just say...?"
Yue Haitang was puzzled for a moment and looked back in doubt.
"You said, 'This kid was hit hard by me', you...who are you?!"
At this point, the two of them were silent, except for a bouquet of flowers lying quietly on the ground...
"ah!!!"
A heartbreaking scream came from the entrance of the cottage.
A bunch of men in white, countless shining long swords, countless ghostly figures, silent and invisible blades overlapping, a sudden bloody storm broke the peace of the small village. It was like a meteor shower falling from the sky.
, swept across the small mountain col, erasing the colors in the mountains, erasing the wild flowers all over the mountains, erasing the running creeks, and erasing the hopes of these small people in the mountains...
"Kill! Leave no one behind!"
I don’t know who gave the cold order, and I don’t know how many people came. Just hearing countless screams and the sound of swords piercing flesh came from the surroundings. The tits entrenched on the eaves of the cottage fled in panic. They did not wait for the remnants of the banquet.
The soup was cold, with only splashes of bright red.
A thatched hut was trampled, and a child was crushed under the earth wall. The helpless woman dug her fingernails and couldn't move a brick or piece of earth. She howled and looked up to the sky, praying to the gods. But there was no god to save her, only one person.
The long sword with a handle as cold as ice penetrated the heart without stopping at all.
Although the men who fought back were practicing every day, they were no match for these people in the martial arts world. They fell one after another and had no time to take a second look at this secluded mountain forest.
The fire started, starting from the bamboo fence at the entrance of the village, and the flames kept rising. It was a big day, and the garden was filled with red silk, but I didn't expect this red to be replaced by a brighter and more beautiful scorching heat. The flames followed the red silk from
One house burned to another. In an instant, Kuangfeng Village was connected by flames. The red and scorching heat could compete with the brilliance of the scorching sun above the head, and the sky and earth were smeared in bright red.
The smell of fireworks entered the room where Xia Shang was sitting, and there was no room for anything else to be said at this moment. Yue Haitang's expression changed: "If you want to survive, leave quickly!"
After that, she rushed out of the house and walked to the backyard of the cottage alone. It was more of an escape than a walk. Naturally, she would not escape from the man in white who suddenly appeared, but the man who left her speechless.
Xia Shang stepped out, picked up the bouquet, and walked outside the house. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the mountain of corpses and sea of fire in front of him.
Is there any trace of the past here? The seemingly ferocious bandits fell in a pool of blood, but they were actually killed by the seemingly gentle men in white... Those green mountains and green waters, those high mountains and long waters, those birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, have been
Become a phantom and never return.
"Hurry...go quickly..."
A difficult and slightly familiar voice appeared not far away.
Xia Shang was a little scared, his feet were trembling a little, and he slowly lowered his head after hesitating for a while.
Only ten feet ahead, a man covered in blood and with red eyes fell to the ground. He stretched out his hands as if he wanted to grab something, but couldn't grab anything. His angry and unwilling eyes were burning with the determination of a soldier.
He is Zhang Tieniu, he is a soldier, not a bandit!
"you……"
Xia Shang wanted to say something, but he only uttered one word. The man fell down and became a member of the pool of blood.
"Xia Xiaosheng! Why are you still standing there? Leave quickly!"
Inside the house, Mr. Zhuo helped Fusheng out with difficulty. Now Fusheng was awake. His expression was dull and he didn't care about what was happening around him. Even though he was weak, he still broke away. Mr. Zhuo put on the leather armor at the door and went to the house again.
He struggled to hold up his giant sword in a pool of blood.
Xia Shang, on the other hand, was still stunned and unable to extricate himself.
All this happened too fast for Xia and Shang, too fast for a modern person to accept.
Although I knew that it had a cruel and cold side in ancient times, I never thought that this cruelty would be so heart-wrenching.
"Is this the so-called peaceful age?" (To be continued)