After Jiang Yuntian recovered his sword, his combat power obviously soared. Facing the giant axe, every blow was a real head-on blow. The sparks created by the intersection of the weapons were brighter than the fire in Majiazhuang.
After a fierce confrontation, Ma Tai, even with the blessing of anger, seemed to be unable to do what he wanted and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"you are done!"
Jiang Yuntian's sword was like a swimming dragon, he took away the giant ax in Ma Tai's hand and kicked it seven or eight feet away.
Ma Tai wanted to get up and fight again, but the sword edge reached his neck first.
Ma Tai gritted his teeth and glared at Jiang Yuntian: "You are very strong...can you tell me where your name comes from?"
Jiang Yuntian whispered: "Nantian Valley, Jiang Yuntian."
"Nantian Valley!" Ma Tai's pupils dilated, but after a moment he acted matter-of-factly, "Why does the Yinxian Sect want to participate in secular disputes?"
"So you idiots like you will never understand that cultivating a hidden immortal and not caring about the world of mortals is not an escape. Only by emerging from the mountains in troubled times and stabilizing the world can we achieve the great road."
Jiang Yuntian pierced Ma Tai's throat with a sword, ending his sinful life.
The siege continues.
The goose feather heavy snow is like a funeral messenger, bringing a complete end to the glory of the Ma family.
"Shi Ke..." Ning Yehong lay in front of Chu Shi Ke, tears rolling down her cheeks.
In order to save her, Chu Shike's shoulder was cut off with an axe. He lost too much blood and was dying.
Risking one's own life is the most straightforward expression of love. Unfortunately, it is too short-lived and life is too fragile. Chu Shike looked at Ning Yehong reluctantly, his hoarse throat speechless. He turned his eyes to Song Che again. At this moment, all jealousy and hatred disappeared.
If not for Song Che's shot, he might have been split in half.
Song Che didn't say anything, and there was no need to say too much. He nodded lightly.
Chu Shike used his last strength and shouted to Ning Yehong: "Put down your hatred and live well!" After that, he choked out a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes and bid farewell to this world.
"Shi Ke!"
Ning Ye burst into red tears, covered her face and cried loudly.
The diffuse snow and fog, the bleak cold wind, the chilling battlefield, and the weeping people, the picture of vicissitudes of life no longer resembles the human world.
Song Che hugged Ning Yehong into his arms and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, like a gust of cold wind, heavy snow fell, and tears fell from her eyes.
"Get out of here."
"Um……"
Song Che picked up Ning Yehong and walked away in the wind and snow.
…
That night, she seemed to have kneaded all her sorrow into her own desires, with wanton lingering, endless indulgence, and venting to her heart's content. Until she was exhausted, she fell on Song Che's chest and sobbed softly again.
Song Che brushed aside the messy hair of the woman in his arms, whose name was Ning Yehong. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were so red, even the bed sheets had a hint of red.
Song Che pinched her chin, her eyes filled with tears and shyness, like pear blossoms with rain, which made people feel unbearable.
She was so embarrassed that she slapped Song Che's hand away, covered her face with her messy hair, and buried her head back again.
"In your line of work, isn't it normal for people to die? Why are you so sad? You don't like him." Song Che asked softly.
Ning Yehong raised her head and complained: "Do you have to like someone to be sad for him? I have worked with Shi Ke for many years and experienced countless lives and deaths. You will never understand this kind of relationship."
"Then he is really unattractive. He has lived and died with you so many times, but he has not been able to make you like him."
"You are so vulgar!"
"I only know that you are very cute lying in my arms."
"Then shall I leave?"
She stood up and planned to get out of bed, but Song Che pulled her back, spun her around, wrapped her in a quilt and held her under him.
Ning Yehong hummed and tilted her head to add a touch of shyness. How could she be willing to leave this gentle place?
Song Che gently traced his skin with his fingertips. On his jade-white body, apart from the traces of shame, there were also scars that were clearly visible, especially the one on his chest. The scene of stitching seemed like it was the other day.
Ning Yehong seemed unwilling to expose her flaws. She covered the scar with both hands, "You are not allowed to look at it..."
Song Che smiled and said: "I think they are very beautiful. Compared with my wife's pure whiteness, the few scars make them wild and sexy."
Ning Yehong had a complaining look in her eyes, "Are you worthy of the little lady at home? You are hanging around with other women outside, you are a door-to-door son-in-law, you are going to be soaked in a pig cage!"
"If I soak the pig cage, you, as a vixen, will seduce good men and women, and you won't end up well."
"I'm not even afraid of death, so how can I be afraid of these rumors and rumors? It's so secular!"
"Are you really not afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
Ning Yehong stared, she was indeed not afraid.
"Then come home with me."
Song Che said lightly, but he was extremely sincere. This was definitely not a joke.
The word "home" was like a heavy punch. Ning Yehong was hit so hard that she could hardly breathe, and she fell into a deep silence.
"I am not a person who just picks up my pants and leaves after eating. Since I have been married to you, I will be responsible for you;
You don’t have to worry that my wife will dislike you. She is a very generous woman. As long as you are willing to call her sister, she will definitely treat you like a biological sister;
When my mother-in-law gives birth to a son and the Shen family has offspring, I will leave the Shen family and set up my own business. At that time, I will no longer be Mrs. Song, but Mr. Song;
Mr. Song was very wealthy, had a huge fortune, had three wives and four concubines, and had many children and grandchildren, but he was also very reasonable;
In the end, just as Chu Shike's long-cherished wish before his death was: 'You must put down your hatred and live a good life'. After you follow me, you will no longer have to do these things of licking blood from the knife edge. You will become a wealthy wife with fine clothes and fine food, raising a husband and raising children, sharing a family relationship, and living happily until old age. "
As long as the pie is painted well, three wives and four concubines are indispensable.
Ning Yehong was obviously moved. Who would be willing to wander around and find a place to return to? But she was looking forward to it, and her eyes became sadder.
This time, she really pushed Song Che away, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on silently.
Song Che was very calm and asked softly: "You still can't let go of your hatred?"
Ning Yehong was stunned and whispered: "Didn't you already guess it when we first met? If hatred can be let go so easily, why should I be covered in scars?"
"But you have been on the verge of life and death many times, but still failed to take revenge. Maybe you can't avenge this revenge, maybe..."
Song Che got out of bed, gently hugged her waist from behind, and whispered in her ear: "Maybe I can help you get revenge."
Ning Yehong hesitated for a moment, then pushed Song Che away and shook her head: "Not only can you not avenge me, but once you touch me, you will be killed."
Song Che was silent for a moment and then asked: "Master Bijia, how is Master Gao?"
Ning Yehong said: "It's a hundred times harder than them."
Song Che frowned and stopped talking.
Apart from the Zhao royal family, who else could be a more difficult enemy than a powerful official with more than ten thousand people under one person?
Song Che is a businessman, and everything must be valued. Is it worth it to offend the royal family for a woman?
He looked at her, was she worth it?
"Song Che."
Ning Yehong looked back with tears in her eyes, "Let's just treat our romantic encounter tonight as a dream. A woman like me is not worth your efforts."
Song Che had a slight hesitation, but it was precisely because of this hesitation that she jumped out of the window and wanted to try to win over her, but she couldn't do anything.
Facing the empty night, Song Che recalled the unbridled and lingering happiness. A gust of wind and snow came, and in an instant, his heart was in a state of confusion...
