(5)
The breeze blew through the bamboo poles, bringing a quiet and cold atmosphere, lifting everyone's hairbands and clothes. The girls stroked their hair so that it would not block their sight, so that they could observe what kind of person would appear behind the stone arch at the end of the wooden corridor.
"Ah!" After a wailing, a servant appeared from the stone arch on his feet. He leaned directly towards Qian Xi, while facing the direction of the stone arch, as if he was on guard against the devil who could take his life at any time.
Immediately afterwards, a man with a well-proportioned figure and a steady step, wearing white lining, black clothes and a bamboo hat on his head, suddenly appeared in front of the stone arch door. The left hand is always placed on the hilt of the sword on the right hip. Even if the sword has not been drawn yet, the sword is already floating freely.
"Young... Young Master, his sword can fly and can hit someone from a few feet away!" The servant had already hid next to Qian Xi, sweating profusely, and pointed into the distance and said.
The swordsman kept half of his face covered with a bamboo hat, revealing only the lower half of his face, which had no moustache but had a killing temperament. He smiled arrogantly and said: "It seems that there are still good people!"
"Flying sword?" Bai Feng followed suit, stroking the hilt of the sword and circling with the opponent.
The two were several steps apart, one walking to the left and the other walking to the right, and they faced each other for half a moment in the dark space between the wooden corridor and the stone arch on the pool. There are green bamboos planted on both sides, and the bamboo leaves are falling with the wind. Some landed on the stone tile floor, while others landed around the two swordsmen. Everything around him was holding his breath and concentrating. It was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of bamboo leaves rubbing the air, as if preparing for the sound of the sword breaking through the air at the moment when it was unsheathed.
The Bamboo Hat Swordsman suddenly saw Murong Yan behind Bai Feng. Although she had put on new clothes, her demeanor of always worrying about others has always been engraved in his heart. It has been like this since a long time ago. Murong Yan clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, and looked at the swordsman for a moment.
The swordsman hesitated in his heart and couldn't help shouting: "Miss Murong..."
When Bai Feng saw this gap, he would not let it go. He pulled out the Longming Sword and stepped forward at the same time, intending to stab the opponent on the shoulder holding the sword.
I saw the bamboo-hatted swordsman smiling eerily: "Oh, this is the moment I've been waiting for!" As soon as he finished speaking, the swordsman stood still, unsheathed his sword, and swung it forward! The three-foot-long sword was stretched several times! The tip of the sword flew towards Bai Feng's forehead like an arrow from the string. Bai Feng couldn't react in time and reluctantly turned his head to one side. His face was cut by the sharp blade, and his body was forced to stop moving.
Seeing this, the swordsman quickly grasped the sword body with his other right hand and controlled the flight path of the sword tip. After a few seconds, the sword tip drew a diagonal line in the air and returned a diagonal slash. The latter could only panic and block with his sword, but "Long Ming" was entangled by the strange "sword" and could not move. After taking a closer look, it turned out that this was no ordinary sword, but a "sword whip".
The blade of this sword is not an ordinary straight blade, but a branch-shaped blade. The sections are connected by iron chains. When fully unfolded, it looks like an "iron whip". Only the tip of the sword is in the traditional double-edged long sword style. If you don't have some understanding of this strange weapon and try to fight it, it's like catching a poisonous scorpion with your bare hands. The "tip of the sword whip" will be like a scorpion's poisonous tail needle, delivering a fatal blow unexpectedly.
"Unexpectedly, my skills are pretty good!" The bamboo-hatted swordsman joked, grabbing the sword whip with both hands and tightly binding Bai Feng's Longming Sword.
Bai Feng didn't respond silently, and immediately took off the scabbard tied to his left waist, resisted the chain wrapped around "Dragon Cry", and used his strength to pull out the long sword. Then Ersan stepped forward, trying to subdue the swordsman in front of him.
Seeing that his strange move was broken, the bamboo hat swordsman withdrew his "iron whip" and turned it into a sword to block Bai Feng's attack.
"Bang!" Bai Feng's dragon-crying sword and the opponent's sword whip collided directly together, causing cracks to appear in the bamboo hat swordsman's weapon.
The bamboo hat swordsman said angrily: "Damn it!" Then he realized that he was outmatched and fled away. He walked to the wall and tried to use his strength to rise up. But Bai Feng was approaching and jumped with a horizontal slash, blocking his way. The pressure of the sword and the sound of breaking through the air made the bamboo hat swordsman realize what a truly peerless sword is. He could only lean against the wall and look for another chance to escape.
Seeing that the bamboo-hatted swordsman no longer had the will to fight, Bai Feng should have kept his original promise to Murong Yan: "I will never use force unless necessary." However, the sword in his hand seemed to have spirituality, and the sound of the sword sounded every time he swung it. He was urging the young man: "The best sword move will always be in the next swing of the sword."
Just as Bai Feng was in a posture with his long sword pointed at the ground, his eyes like torches and full of fighting intent, Murong Yan suddenly hugged his sword-holding arm from behind and said sadly: "Brother Feng, let him go! "
This sudden tenderness made the swordsman lose most of his aggressive spirit. Bai Feng looked at Murong Yan, wondering what her intentions were. Murong Yan, on the other hand, gently stroked the sword wound on Bai Feng's face, with tears hidden in her eyes. The bamboo-hatted swordsman on the other side took the opportunity to get on the eaves and fled.
Everyone present was in shock. Several people were injured outside the stone arch, but fortunately no lives were lost. But Qian Xi was extremely calm about such a situation, which was quite different from his feminine appearance.
"Miss Murong, is that swordsman just now an old acquaintance?" Qian Xi asked.
Ajuan saw the noble man approaching Bai Feng and Murong Yan, so he stopped him and said, "Hey, you want to take advantage of others again?"
Murong Yan stood in front of Bai Feng, nodded and replied: "He...he is a slave raised by the Fu family. His name is Fu Wentao. He has grown up with me. Now that he is here, I am afraid that he is my father and wants to go back to me." Bar……"
"So Miss Murong is the daughter of the Fu family in the west?" Zhao Kuo asked in surprise.
"No, I'm just a concubine's daughter. I don't even deserve my father's surname..." Murong Yan looked slightly guilty and said to Bai Feng in front of her: "I'm sorry, Brother Feng, I never told you."
Bai Feng smiled and said, "It's okay, Yan'er."
"Brother Feng has never known who I am, but I know Brother Feng very well, wouldn't it be possible..." Murong Yan spoke for a long time when Bai Feng held her shoulders.
"You are Yan'er, that's enough." Maybe from this moment on, Bai Feng accepted his heart. Maybe the person in front of him was just like the legend: she would guide him to move forward.
After hearing this, Murong Yan was filled with joy and rushed into Bai Feng's arms. All this is also in the eyes of others, some are surprised and some are worried.
Zhao Xiaomei had a grimace on her face. People thought she was frightened by the fighting scene, but in fact she was jealous when she saw the love between the man and woman in front of her. The younger sister wanted to change the subject and asked Qian Xi: "Master Qian, I still don't understand what the 'bloodline of witches' is. What is your relationship with Sister Murong?"
"That's right! Lord God, how do you know about me?" Murong Yan held Bai Feng's arm and asked.
Qian Xi whispered a few words to Mei Lan beside him, who hurried away as the wind blew under his feet. Qian Xi then said: "Everyone, please follow me to the library. There is an article in it that records the story of Miss Murong's mother. It was written by my father Qian Ying."
"So, my mother and the Gan family know each other?" Murong Yan asked in surprise.
"Hahaha, to be honest, I am so interested in those anecdotes because of the influence of this article!" After saying this, Qian Xi led everyone away from the pond in the mansion and went to the library.
