"who?……"
On Li Ruiyun's order, Sun Guoxiong, the imperial guard, led a guard to transport Ling Yun's coffin to Baishagang, ten miles outside the city, for burial.
The sky was very dark, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pressing down, making it extremely dark; the endless mountains and fields presented a desolate and desolate scene.
When everyone walked to a lonely and desolate mountain road, Sun Guoxiong suddenly felt that there was something unusual in the forest. He couldn't help but feel trembling in his heart. He reined in his horse and shouted in a deep voice.
There was a burst of sneers in the forest, and two masked men in black walked out in a hurry.
Although they were all covered with black gauze, it could still be seen that the men in black who appeared halfway should be two extraordinary women, one old and one young.
The young woman walking in front is about thirty years old. She is tall and light, with skin like snow and a face like jade. Although she was dressed in black, she was spotless; she stood tall and graceful, as bright as a peach and plum, but as cold as ice, especially the pair of eyes above the veil that were as deep as the cold night, emitting little bits of cold light and full of murderous aura.
The elderly woman following behind was about sixty years old. She was full of energy. She was dressed in a simple plain cloth robe. Her long hair was tied high, making her look fresh and neat. Her complexion is fair, her eyebrows are delicate, and she looks deep and elegant, simple and reserved, with a faint air of elegance and refinement.
Both of them were holding swords in their hands, they were walking calmly and indifferently, giving people a feeling of desolation at a glance.
Sun Guoxiong looked at the two of them up and down and asked, "May I ask what you call them? What do you think?"
The young woman's eyes were slightly narrowed, with a wave of anger looming deep in her eyes, as cold as the ice and snow of nine cold days, "Leave the coffin and get the rest out of here!"
Sun Guoxiong's heart throbbed unconsciously, and he vaguely felt that the young woman seemed familiar.
He couldn't help but look at the person in front of him again, and said in confusion: "Why? This is just a coffin, but I don't understand what use this thing is for you."
The young woman said sternly: "I say it again, leave the coffin immediately!"
Sun Guoxiong said: "If you cannot explain the reason, please forgive me for not obeying my order."
The young woman raised her lips slightly, "Okay, you are seeking death on your own, but you can't blame me!"
With a sway of his body, he flew out like a sharp arrow, and he was in front of the enemy in the blink of an eye. He had a slender waist, raised the long sword in his hand, and made a fierce "Hong Fei Ming Ming", as if the sky was full of stars, overwhelming Sun Guoxiong. Kaotou attacks.
Sun Guoxiong hurriedly parried, but he didn't know the direction of the opponent's sword. Even though he was highly skilled and quick to dodge, the opponent's long sword still made a severe cut on his chest and abdomen, which was a foot long and deep. Half an inch.
Severe pain hit, and blood spurted out from the wound, like a burst silver bottle; Sun Guoxiong screamed, staggered and fell a few steps, his body was shaky, and he almost fell to the ground.
When the dozen or so guards around him saw this, they whistled and swarmed forward with swords in hand.
"Seeking death!" The older masked woman behind snorted coldly, and with a seemingly casual wave of her hand, countless silver needles flew out from her sleeves, like a rain of flowers, flying out in a radial pattern, hitting everyone. There is no slight deviation in the key points.
The cold light shattered the shadows, the blood was blurred, and everyone was wailing. They didn't even have a chance to fight back, so they fell to the ground one after another, dying tragically.
Suddenly, corpses were strewn all over the ground, looking hideous and terrifying; blood gurgled and instantly dyed the messy and yellow grass in front of them red.
Sun Guoxiong was stunned to the point of shock. He turned around and was about to leave, but he saw a figure flashing in front of him. The young masked woman was already in front of him. The tip of her sword pointed at his chest.
Sun Guoxiong stared blankly at the pair of eyes above the opponent's veil that were full of murderous intent, as if they were cut like water, and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are practicing Nanchun..."
"It's me." The woman's voice was decisive and crisp, as cold as ice.
After confirming his thoughts, Sun Guoxiong felt an indescribable coldness coming from the bottom of his heart, instantly attacking his limbs and bones, making his whole body tremble with cold.
No matter what he was afraid of, the murderous female devil that he least wanted to see and was most afraid of seeing in his life finally met him on a narrow road; it was time and fate...
"You...what do you want?..." Sun Guoxiong knew that this sentence was redundant, but he still said it subconsciously.
"What do you think?" The woman in front of him had picturesque features and a sneer on her lips, but her eyes were as red as blood. She stared at him intently, coldly and decisively.
Sun Guoxiong's body was full of confusion, his expression changed several times, and his whole face showed a complex color that was difficult to identify; gradually everything calmed down, leaving only a deep look of hopelessness.
He let out a long sigh and suddenly jumped forward, his chest piercing the sword, and blood burst out. He hissed dullly, and his body collapsed to the ground.
Lian Nanchun looked at the person in front of him who committed suicide tragically in front of him with an indifferent expression, Liang Liang sneered and said: "Well, you finally know some current affairs, otherwise you will die even more miserably."
Sun Guoxiong was still breathing, and said with a wry smile: "Then... what can we do? Ling Yun is dead. Although I am not the direct murderer of him, I can't escape my involvement. You... will you let me go? I hope My death can save... Ling Yun's life..."
"Are you worthy?" Lian Nanchun raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Ling Yun is dead, and I will make all of you die for him!"
As he spoke, he exerted force on his wrist and suddenly pulled out the long sword that had penetrated deeply into his chest.
Sun Guoxiong's body was shaking violently, and his whole face was distorted; his eyes widened unconsciously, panicked and helpless, revealing a desperate sign of a dying struggle.
"You...you..." He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a painful murmur from between his teeth. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't. He tilted his head and died.
Seeing with his own eyes the accomplices who forced his loved ones to death turned into cold corpses in front of him, the ferocious look on Lian Nanchun's face gradually faded, and was replaced by a look of deep and solemn sadness.
She threw her long sword, staggered a few steps and rushed to the coffin, and worked together with the masked old woman to pry open the coffin lid.
After many days, she finally saw the person she had longed for and longed for again, but now he was no longer the affectionate and smiling person he used to be; instead, he had become a stiff, cold, lifeless person. remains……
He was lying in the coffin deserted, his originally tall and agile figure looking lonely and helpless; the clear eyes that had once fascinated her for thousands of years were now tightly closed, and they no longer had the charm and look of the past; The perfect and handsome face that was carved like a miraculous craftsmanship now appeared a bloodless white, like a precious glass jade that broke at the touch.
Staring blankly at the body of the man in the coffin, it was like a decadent mysterious painting, lifeless, pale and weak. Lian Nanchun burst into tears. He had never cried so miserably, as if begging him to live, and his voice also changed. Choking and trembling:
"Zhichao, they all say that you are smart, wise, and capable; in fact, they are all wrong. It turns out that you are the stupidest, stupidest, mentally retarded, and most vulnerable person in the world. In the past, you always left yourself covered with bruises. It’s okay now, you’ve completely committed suicide on yourself, and it’s your own fault that you’re in this situation today, you deserve it…”
"You fool, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die, I want you to live, I won't let you do this again..."
Her face was haggard, and her tears fell like rain, like faded pieces of red, falling all over the ground, drifting without a trace in the windy season.
The strong wind roared, violently beating everything in the world. The sky was miserable and the earth was miserable, and the grass and trees were bowed by it.
Inside the palace. In the royal study.
A guard was described as embarrassed and disheveled. He was standing in front of Li Ruiyun tremblingly, reporting to him intermittently what had just happened.
It turned out that the guard's name was Zhang Yu, and he was the only survivor of the coffin hijacking incident outside the city. Only this one of the masked old woman's silver needles was slightly off, and he was lucky enough to save his life.
Thanks to his alertness, he simply lay down among the dead and pretended to be dead. It wasn't until Lian Nanchun and the others pushed Ling Yun's coffin away that he struggled to get up and ran back to report the news to Li Ruiyun.
Li Ruiyun listened to Zhang Yu's report attentively, frowning thoughtfully; then he comforted Zhang Yu with a few words, sent him off, and asked a few people around him for their opinions.
The corners of Ding Jinzhi's lips twitched slightly, with clear contempt and disdain in his eyes, "Lian Nanchun and Ling Yun were originally a couple, disconnected and ambiguous; this time Ling Yun died, and Lian Nanchun robbed him. It’s human nature to take his body back and it’s not surprising.”
Taoist Priest Bai Yu frowned and shook his head disapprovingly, "I don't think things are that simple."
Ding Jinzhi raised his eyebrows, "Oh? I'd like to see you soon."
Bai Yu pursed her lips very straight, twirling her beard and thinking, but said nothing.
Ding Jinzhi was a little embarrassed and felt extremely unhappy, so he snorted.
Li Ruiyun had no time to pay attention to the micro-expressions of the two people's unhappy interaction. He just paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself: "Who is that old woman with Lian Nanchun? According to the guards The movements and martial arts methods described, could it be her?"
As he spoke, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Bai Yu for advice.
The glimmer in Bai Yu's eyes swirled, and he nodded: "It should be her. Does the gang leader still remember that time Ling Yun robbed the prison and rescued Lu Wenzheng? Later, it was Lian Nanchun, Du Zhenghai and this old witch who came to help - I had a confrontation with her Zhang Feng at that time, and almost killed her! I didn’t expect that this old witch is quite lucky."
Li Ruiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the surge in his eyes, and sighed quietly: "Ling Yun has just died, and he hasn't settled down yet. I don't want these two enemies to appear again - well, this is really a fight. The waves are rising again and again!”…
