Wujiang Youzi was immersed in martial arts when he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. He immediately stepped back and turned around, only to see a man slashing at him with a sword, with unparalleled domineering power. Wujiang immediately waved a branch to resist, but was cut off by a knife. The dead branch fell to the ground. The opponent did not attack. Instead, he raised his head and shouted, "Golden Threaded Ring Knife."
As soon as he finished speaking, the east window suddenly opened, and two knives with wide and thick backs strung with seven or eight large gold rings were thrown out. A coquettish girl stood leaning against the window and said with a smile: "Here are the knives~". The person on the opposite side flew up, kicked the knife in the air, and shouted, "Go on."
Wujiang grasped the big sword for the first time, and Shendi panicked. Before he could adapt, the opponent's sword came before his eyes, leaving no chance to breathe. Wujiang made a wrong step and slipped out from the side. In a blink of an eye, he turned behind Yan Shisanniang and cut across the air with a move. However, Yan Shisanniang intercepted it with a backhand. The knives collided, under the cold moonlight. Dazzling sparks shot out from below.
Yan Shisanniang's knife slid upwards, like rushing water flowing upstream. A rapid whirlpool swirled and the boundless knife almost came out of her hand.
"The sword is with the person, but if the sword is lost, the person will die." Yan Shisanniang said loudly.
Wujiang wanted to abandon the knife, but after hearing this, he stepped forward, held the knife and turned it in the air, like a top controlled by someone, spinning rapidly in the air, completely at a disadvantage, and Yan Shisanniang's other The knife was also taking advantage of the situation to attack, and when he was about to use a move to cut him in half, he saw a cold light flash from the Tsing Yi "gyro" spinning in mid-air, and he accurately hit the ring of the large golden ring knife while flying at high speed. The tip of Yan Shisanniang's knife was unmistakably inserted, and the force of the rotation twisted it, almost throwing the knife away from Yan Shisanniang's hand, forcing her to withdraw to protect the knife.
Yan Shisanniang found it even more interesting that this girl had such skill and agility.
Xiliu stood in the attic, watching the battle from a high position.
This is the first time he has seen Wujiang take action in a real sense. There are no complicated tricks, only fast, ruthless and accurate. The sword technique is concise and the sword is domineering. It has the attitude of sweeping across thousands of armies. However, in this open There seems to be a hint of restraint in the shape of the knife, which is extremely silent and unobtrusive.
Why, why does it always want to hide and wrap itself up despite being so bright and fiery?
Xi Liu couldn't help but think of the first time he saw her.
It was in the woods behind the Jackdaw Village. That day, heavy rain was pouring down. He flew through the forest and saw her from a distance. She was dressed in green clothes, leaning against the door and holding her hands, smiling. His eyes fell on a wild flower. The small white flower was chilling. It bloomed in the severe winter, and the coarse cloth tent on it contrasted with the incomplete corners of her clothes that were flying in the strong wind.
The vast curtain of water, rain and mist, and the man smiling to himself suddenly showed a sense of leisure and wandering in the shaky years, which made him feel a little confused.
His clothes were soaked by the heavy rain, so he went to the general's palace in the city to change his clothes. Unexpectedly, he met again at a melon stall at the intersection just after he came out. Money was stolen but he remained calm. He wanted to help but didn't think about it. A nail, but at the time she only thought it was interesting. Until that day when the Zhu house was in flames, the sky was filled with flames. She stood in the firelight, her hair flying, and it was said that there was a shimmering light. On her unpainted face, he actually felt that the firelight was shining. Yan.
My heart twitched slightly.
Now the cold and stagnant moonlight became flowing and sparkling because of her presence. He breathed out softly and laughed unconsciously.
He couldn't see her martial arts moves because she didn't use any of her own moves at all. After Yan Shisanniang attacked, she immediately copied her martial arts and fought back, using each move to retaliate. Several times, Yan Shisanniang was forced to retreat and defend herself.
Yan Shisanniang retreated under the bamboo forest and stood with her swords crossed. Suddenly her hands shook and she spun her swords to weave a set of Yin and Yang Bagua symbols, trapping Wujiang in the formation.
"The Yin and Yang Bagua, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, are born with two, two beget three, three beget all things, Tai Chi beget two rituals, two begets four phases, four phases beget the eight trigrams, and the eight trigrams will become six The fourteen lines will change endlessly from now on. If you want to break this formation, you must first find the door of life." Yan Shisanniang said loudly.
The light of the sword mixed with the moonlight, interweaving a vast and dense network, as if there were swords attacking from all directions. Wujiang suddenly closed his eyes, using his ears instead of his eyes to distinguish the real from the real. His feet were fast and unhurried. Suddenly he turned around, opened his eyes, and stabbed diagonally towards the upper left corner. He only heard the sound of the weapons clashing, and the two swords flew in the air. , Yan Shisanniang flew up to chase the two swords. When she turned around, she saw Wujiang holding the two swords, standing respectfully, and said: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
Seeing this scene, Yan Shisanniang smiled casually: "Guidance is not a big deal. It is true that talented people have emerged from generation to generation. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I cannot accept the old age."
I don't know when Xi Liu came downstairs: "Senior is too modest. If he had taken action when she was trapped in the formation, she would have been unable to avoid it."
Yan Shisanniang did not comment, but carefully looked at the short-tongued girl in front of her. She felt that she was a martial arts practitioner. She took out an old book from her arms and threw it away: "Yun Luo can't practice." I have a domineering path of Dakai Dahe, and the way of martial arts also depends on fate. If you are interested, girl, you may want to think about it and let the Yan style double swords travel around the world again and see the current world."
Xi Liu heard that the implication of this statement was to teach Yan-style martial arts. It is necessary to know that only talented people can create martial arts and establish a sect, and a martial arts that can make a name for itself in the world must have been refined and refined. Even after many generations of polishing and the combined talents of many people, I couldn't help but feel happy for Wujiang and said: "Thank you, senior."
Yan Shisanniang teased: "It's not for you, why are you thanking me?"
But he still looked shamelessly cheerful: "When the little white flower is happy, I am happy."
Wujiang hesitated for a moment after hearing the words, put away the book and said, "Thank you, senior."
Yan Shisanniang waved her guests off and turned around to go back to the house, but she sighed in her heart, "This silly boy will suffer if he shows his true feelings clearly like this." However, she felt relieved when she thought about it again. Earth, accustomed to the wit of love, pretending to be drunk by reciting poems and drinking wine, wrapping thoughts layer by layer, densely and densely, looking at the poetry and picturesqueness, but in fact it is easy to escape. The hypocrisy and intrigues in love are not as good as this sentence "Little White Flower" "Happy, I'm happy" is pure and lovely.
As expected of them coming from the same school, Yan Shisanniang thought, they are all so straightforward when it comes to feelings.
Even though her upright person has long since died, he still comforts her in this hot and troubled world.
She told Xi Liu, "Before he left, he said that he would live a happy life and have no regrets."
What she didn't say was that he also said, "I am very lucky to have met her in this life. I only served with him for half my life. I owe her. I hope she can live happily and freely in the future."
Xiao Jing, I'm very happy, don't worry.
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Western Xinjiang is located in severe cold weather. In winter, all the people walking on the street are wrapped in furs. Especially at night, when the weather is cold and freezing, except for the brothels and taverns in the center of Xixuan, the rest of the places close their doors early and go into bed.
Wujiang's residence is quite remote, and the alley becomes even more deserted, and the solitude of people makes the night even more chilly. Seeing that Wujiang was only wearing a very thin coat, Xiliu thought to himself that the fire fox fur that Xiao Wu just got was nice, warm and nice-looking. Fortunately, he hadn't given it away yet, so he would ask him if he wanted it tomorrow.
The night wind swept the ground, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground and flying all over the sky for a while, giving it a sense of desolate beauty.
"Little Baihua, do you have any favorite music?" Xi Liu touched his waist and asked.
song? Wujiang thought for a while, and remembered a song he heard when he was fleeing as a child. It was also on such a cold night, an old man blew it in a low voice, desolate and desolate, causing a group of refugees on the border to sigh silently, Wujiang Before I could ask the name of the song, the old man froze to death on the roadside, still playing the xun. She only remembered such a piece of music in her life, and now she still vaguely remembered a few tunes and began to hum softly.
The voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of youthfulness.
"Moon outside the Pass." Xi Liu put the flute to his mouth, just enough to catch Wujiang's broken syllables, and played it seamlessly. Maybe the moon is bright and peaceful now, maybe the flute sound is clearer and more melodious, maybe the player is still a young man with a heroic spirit, the originally vicissitudes of life and tragic tune was actually played gracefully and charmingly, Wujiang was listening in rapt attention, and there was a high-pitched turning point. Suddenly, a "ouch" sound fell from the sky, crossed the sky, landed in their ears and exploded like rolling thunder.
"What a damn little bastard, you don't sleep at night and make these rags, and if you don't sleep with others, you still have to sleep with them!"
Xiliu immediately stopped playing and looked behind a certain window where the sound came from. He thought that the man had calmed down his anger, but he didn't expect that he immediately said: "If you want to fool your friends, go somewhere else, or I will come down to deal with you." , let you taste the taste of our shovel!"
Xiliu stared at the window for a while, as if he couldn't understand what the "shovel smell" was. Faced with this night where the originally beautiful atmosphere was now ruined to the point where nothing was left, he touched it a little innocently and apologetically. Nose: "I'm used to living in the mountains. They are all 'friends' who stay around day and night. Some of them... were not thoughtful enough. I'm really sorry for causing you, little white flower, to be scolded as well." After saying this, he touched himself. ears.
In fact, Wujiang was not embarrassed at all by being scolded in the middle of the night. Seeing him look like a young man who had somehow learned that he had made a mistake and had harmed his friends, he was in an inexplicably good mood. Suddenly he wanted to laugh. In the blink of an eye, he saw his red face under the moonlight. Ergen, finally unable to bear it, turned his head and laughed silently.
"What?" Xiliu couldn't help but ask when he saw her turning her head to one side.
"It's okay." Wujiang turned his head naturally and put on an indifferent expression as if it had nothing to do with him.
Xiliu put the flute back to his waist, brushed away the slight embarrassment he had just felt, and spoke out his knowledge: "This song 'Moon Beyond the Pass' was written by a poet when he traveled to the border in the past. It is not only a piece of music, but also lyrics. It talks about raging wars, starving people thousands of miles away, and homeless people. However, the refugees here are not the general refugees on the borders of the four countries, but specifically refer to a tribe called Tayi between Beizhou and Dongchao. They originally lived in the mountains and forests. , isolated from the world, but later someone discovered that there was a healing medicine on the mountain, which was urgently needed by the army, so the cavalry set foot on the mountain. Tayi had nowhere to stay, so he could only go down the mountain to face this war-torn world."
"Then what happened to them?" Wujiang couldn't help but asked with concern.
"Later, as the word says, most of them starved to death in the fields, froze to death under the moon, and were buried in the iron heel of war. But the people of the Tayi tribe lived in the mountains and deep forests, and were accompanied by wild animals and flowers all year round. Although they were isolated from the world Although they are simple in mind, they are also strong and agile, and are familiar with medicine and poison. Some of them have made a living in various countries by virtue of these skills."
"Then they will also become enemies?" Wujiang suddenly asked.
Xiliu understood the meaning of her words. If he entered a different country and started a war, he would naturally become enemies. He was silent for a moment and said, "Yes." Seeing Wujiang, he said nothing, and then said, "We It’s time to fight for the country, but what if the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed? Some people endure humiliation and bear the burden to accumulate power and try to recover, while others live only for themselves and their descendants after losing their country, then surrender to a powerful country and undergo complete integration for several generations. Western Xinjiang It was originally a multi-tribal country that fought and conquered for its final unification. Maybe the two people who lived next to each other and walked together every day had their ancestors who were enemies who wielded swords against each other several generations ago. Enemies became friends, friends became opponents, and they were divided into the world. There is no alternative to separation and recombination. When people live in this world, they have things they must stick to and positions they must choose in order to survive. You may find it cruel, but in fact, being able to choose is already an extremely lucky thing. "
Xi Liu originally wanted to comfort her, but after he finished speaking, he realized that was not the case at all. He was about to say something more, but was gently interrupted by Wujiang: "I understand." She looked up at him with sharp eyes, "In this world, there are At this time, survival is the first priority.”
It was the first time that Xi Liu looked at her from top to bottom at such a close distance. Her eyelashes were very long, falling like crow feathers. Her face was soft and beautiful, but she was a little more heroic than ordinary girls. She was only seventeen or eighteen at most. At the age of 30, why is the whole body filled with the cold breath of wind and rain? Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the people around him say: "I'm here."
Xi Liu raised his head and saw a simple wooden door in front of him. He realized how fast time passed and how short the journey was. He nodded reluctantly: "Then I'll go."
Wujiang nodded sharply to say goodbye, watched him take a few steps, and was about to turn around and open the door, but saw him suddenly turn back inexplicably.
He walked up to her, took a token from his waist, and put it in her hand: "If anything happens in the future, you can come to the general's residence to find me. If I'm not here, you can use this token to come to the palace to find me."
The Wujiangjian token is engraved with the word "liu" in a free and easy way, and is decorated with gold around it. Although I don't know what kind of power and status this token represents, I only know that the token itself is very valuable.
"Thanks."
Seeing that Wujiang accepted the token without any refusal, Xiliu felt physically and mentally comfortable and finally walked away briskly.
After Xiliu left, Wujiang pushed the door open and entered, but the moment she stepped in, her steps paused slightly.
