Ying Chuanlin took Ling Yun hostage out of the Marquis's Mansion and went to the desolate wilderness. He frantically wanted to make a few scratches on Ling Yun's face to turn him into an ugly monster that was neither human nor ghost.
Ling Yun closed his eyes in despair, and could only wait helplessly for the pain of annihilation to torture his body and mind, mercilessly destroying him with his head covered...
At this time, he heard a dull scream. The voice was deep, tragic, and creepy.
He opened his eyes in surprise and saw Ying Chuanlin's eyes wide open, blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and the muscles on his face twitching painfully. His body swayed, and he slowly fell down, with a stick inserted into his back. A long sword.
Behind him stood a masked woman in black.
When he fell to the ground, the woman quickly pulled out her sword. Blood spurted out wildly, like flowers blooming, splashing all over her body and face.
The flower only bloomed for a moment and then quickly withered and fell, just like his life that was about to disappear.
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he was in a dream.
The woman turned the hilt of the sword, "Pah! Pah!" and clicked twice on Ling Yun's shoulder blades and numb acupoints, releasing his acupuncture points.
Ling Yun was immediately relieved, and his originally stiff and tense body also relaxed. He knew that he had dodged another disaster.
But at this time, he couldn't feel the slightest joy or surprise in surviving the disaster, because all his emotions had been focused on the woman in black standing in front of him.
Even though it was a desolate and hazy night, and even though she was covered, he could still recognize at a glance who this beautiful lady was who saved him from danger at the critical moment.
His heart couldn't help but tremble violently. Looking up, his clear eyes collided with the bright and moving eyes of the masked woman.
His clear eyes were filled with waves of light, and his voice was almost choked, "Chun'er, you are Chun'er..."
Yes, the beautiful and indifferent woman standing in front of him is his Chun'er! She's not dead, she's really not dead, that's great...
The thrilling and tragic scene on the cliff where the head was decapitated in the past appeared in front of me like an electric shock.
Since the accident, one of him and her was seriously injured and in a coma, hovering on the line between life and death; the other was forced off a cliff, with her life and death unknown.
At that time, he was physically and mentally exhausted, desperate, and hesitant, and for a time he fell into pain and confusion and was unable to extricate himself. He once thought in despair that something was most likely going to happen to her and that he would never see her again in this life.
Unexpectedly, now she is standing in front of him perfectly! At that moment, he felt as if something was choking him in his throat, and his heart felt stabbed and heated. His eyes were also covered by a layer of mist, and his vision was blurry and white.
It seems that God still favors this strong and persistent beautiful woman, and is not too harsh on them, a pair of hard-working lovers who have gone through many hardships...
The woman looked at Ling Yun's eyes that were about to cry, but her eyes were as cold as frost, like a lonely ice sculpture, cold to the bone. She glanced at him lightly, turned around and left.
After countless trials and tribulations, Ling Yun finally met the person he had longed for. How could he give up so easily? He chased after him desperately, shouting repeatedly: "Chun'er! Chun'er!..."
The woman's eyes were as cold as ice, and her green hair was rustling. The long sword in her hand slid out with a clang, and with a sharp "Shen Yu Luo Yan" move, it was like a white silk thread penetrating the space and stabbing his chest mercilessly.
Ling Yun's agile figure suddenly flashed and he was forced to take a few steps back.
The woman's eyes were as cold as a thin blade, without any warmth at all, "Ling Yun, if you follow me again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Ling Yun said with a trembling voice: "Chun'er, are you still unwilling to forgive me now?"
The aura around that woman was cold and frightening. She pointed her sword and said a few words coldly from between her teeth: "You have recognized the wrong person! Your Chun'er is already dead!..."
Ling Yun stood there upright, her sword pointed at his throat. Both of them remained motionless and neither of them spoke.
The autumn wind blew by, lifting up my clothes and shivering, revealing a chill that chilled my heart.
The woman stood alone in the cold night for a long time, then with a slight sigh, she took back her sword and turned away.
Ling Yun persevered and took a step forward; the woman's long sword was raised, and it was already in Ling Yun's heart.
She raised her eyebrows lightly, her eyes turned into broken shadows, and said in a hateful voice: "Ling Yun, now I just want to kill you with one sword!..."
Ling Yun's eyes turned cold for a moment, like the coldness of burning ashes, "If this is the case, why did you save me just now?"
The woman's delicate body trembled violently and she was speechless.
The cold moonlight washed the pale face on her black scarf, and her black and white eyes were full of fine waves, with tears surging faintly.
She sighed softly, weakly retracted her sword, and flew away. Under the watery moonlight, it is as misty as the shadow of a lone bird.
Ling Yun stared at the retreating figure of the woman in black, just in a daze.
At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, only echoes buzzed in my mind, and endless bitterness spread in my heart little by little.
On the ground, autumn insects weep; in the sky, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle.
After a long time, Ling Yun calmed down, turned around and walked back in a daze. At this time, he heard a voice.
The voice was hoarse, low, as thin as a mosquito, as if coming from underground, "Junior brother, junior brother..."
He only felt a sense of trepidation. Because this sound actually came from Ying Chuanlin who was lying on the ground! He was startled for a moment and stepped back a few steps: "You... you're not dead yet?..."
Ying Chuanlin curled up in pain, his whole body trembling uncontrollably; his whole face was distorted, veins popped out on his forehead, and streams of bright red blood foam uncontrollably poured out from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. The skirt of his clothes was stained scarlet red.
He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a painful groan from between his teeth. He said in a weak voice: "Junior brother, I beg you to promise me something..."
Ling Yun twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a teasing tone: "What, you still come to beg me, then I'm flattered!"
Ying Chuanlin sighed and said intermittently: "Actually... I could have succeeded this time, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and made me fall short. This may be... God's will. But Junior Brother , I am not defeated at your hands, but God wants to kill me!..."
Ling Yun's expression was indifferent, his eyes swept over him and then looked back, turning his head to glance disdainfully.
Ying Chuanlin seemed to have no time to take into account the other party's indifference, and just said to himself: "Now what I...can't worry about the most is my wife and children. Although my...sin is unforgivable, they are...innocent." …
"But Li Ruiyun said to me, if they...can't kill you this time, they will have no choice but to die. Alas! I don't regret dying. I just think that if their orphans and widowed mothers are brutally killed, I am really unwilling to accept it, and I am even more... I will never die with my eyes closed!..."
Ling Yun twitched the corners of his lips and said in a cold voice: "You mean to ask me to save them?"
Ying Chuanlin said: "Yes. When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a human is about to die, its words are also kind. For the sake of you and me...Senior brother, junior brother, please promise me the last This request..."
Ling Yun's expression froze for a moment. He raised his head, looked at the cold moonlight in the sky, and finally said a faint "hmm" in the floating dust, "Where are they now?"
Ying Chuanlin said: "In the small mountain village a hundred miles away from here...Fengshadu, junior brother, you need to leave as soon as possible. If you are late, I'm afraid Li Ruiyun will attack first...and they will be in danger..."
As he spoke, two lines of muddy tears fell from his dull eyes.
Lingyun's mind flashed again with the familiar figures of the Yu family and the lively and lovely children Da Mao, Er Mao, San Mao and Zi Yan. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I promise you. What else do you have?" Do you want to explain?"
Ying Chuanlin shook his head feebly and suddenly said: "Junior brother, do you still remember five years ago? At that time, you and your mother - who should be your adoptive mother now, went to Yujiaji to practice our ten-year plan. Yes, those words you said to me at that time?"
There was not much expression on Ling Yun's face, it was still distant and cold.
Ying Chuanlin continued: "You once joked with me at that time, how wonderful it would be if I didn't become your senior brother! Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true..."
Ling Yun burst into tears instantly. The scene of that year is still vivid in my mind, appearing before my eyes:
At that time, Ling Yun rescued Mo Shuiling's father, Old Man Mo, from the cliff, and insisted on going around to the bottom of the cliff to retrieve the Ganoderma lucidum. Ying Chuanlin couldn't stop him no matter what, so he had no choice but to say:
"Alas! If I had known now, why bother then?"
Ling Yun's clear eyes turned, "How is it now? What was it like then?"
Ying Chuanlin sighed: "I shouldn't have brought you out in the first place! Look, I've caused so much trouble - oh, my life is so miserable!"
Ling Yun smiled and said: "Wouldn't it be better if you didn't become my senior brother?"...
Thinking about it now, it feels like these things happened just yesterday. His heart twitched in pain, and he trembled: "Stop talking!..."
Ying Chuanlin suddenly twitched in pain, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He shouted hoarsely: "Ah, I can't stand it anymore!... Please give me a good time, junior brother..."
Ling Yun's face was like snow, his eyes were deep and there was no emotion on his face, as if the dying man lying on the ground was a stranger, he just stood still.
Ying Chuanlin almost begged: "Junior brother, are you really so cruel to a dying person?... Please, kill me!..."
A trace of emotion finally appeared on Ling Yun's face. He glanced sideways at the other party and finally said, "Okay! I'll make it happen for you."
The tip of his toe suddenly lifted Ying Chuanlin's long sword from the ground, and with a cold and cruel "Flying Flower Chasing the Moon" movement, the sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and with one pounce, it penetrated right into Ying Chuanlin's front heart! …
