The night in Kuanxiang is as cool as water.
Obviously, the current thoughts of this foreign Kunlun slave, who was promoted to the position of Impermanence in just a few years after choosing the sword, cannot be summed up in a word of panic.
Although there have never been any sect regulations regarding the Ming Dao Tomb, which regards the sword as life, even those half-grown men understand this unwritten rule. A sword is used to establish a world and a sword is used to prove the Tao. No matter what status this sword is in The swords are the obsession of the person holding the sword and the person carrying the sword.
Although this large ring sword has never been as important as Luanhu, and is called the co-owner of swords, after all, there are only a few magic weapons whose origins are unclear in the tomb of the sword, and the person who bears the sword and the sword wielder are It is said that people nourish each other, but there is also an inexplicable meaning of the knife. Only through special techniques can a steel knife made of fine iron choose its own owner. Only in this way can the knife owner cherish it.
Naturally, as soon as the knife leaves your hand, the feeling of discomfort is hard to describe.
Being with the knife for life is not an empty boast, but a promise that cannot be broken in this life.
It was a cold spring night, and Jiang Huai'en felt even more desolate after losing the large ring knife that accompanied him day and night.
Ye San Geng, who had never wanted to confront this tough and powerful black impermanence from beginning to end, was now beaming with joy, and was showing off: "Uncle, you don't really think I want to fight you, do you? You really think I'm stupid, the King of Hell praises me You have the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, and our ancestors even directly said that you have the back of a tiger and the arms of a bear. With such a skill that is well-known in the sect, does it make me, who can be considered half a loser at the moment, uncomfortable with this?"
Seeing that Jiang Huai'en was about to step forward again, Ye Sangen hurriedly took a step back, and unmanly pulled Yue Baizhi, who had been looking worried and frightened, to his side, deliberately put the baggage behind him, and said: "Don't come over, we If the two join forces, you may not be able to defeat them."
Jiang Huai'en, who was obviously gnashing his teeth at Ye Sangeng's rogue behavior, would not take this threat to heart. As soon as he took a step, he saw the boy from the Ye family who made him want to be torn into pieces put his hand on the waist of the tall woman, He spoke again: "My wife has a soft sword called Yingtian. You should have heard of it. If you take a step forward, I will try whether the sword is hard or the knife is hard."
Especially after he finished speaking, he deliberately pulled out the hilt of his sword, telling Jiang Huaien that he meant what he said.
I have heard that this sword was said to be the painstaking work of master swordsmith Xu Gong hundreds of years ago. It was forged from meteorite iron and sharpened with blood essence. It is as flexible as a snake that can linger for weeks without breaking. Jiang Huaien is not I don't believe that this magical weapon is comparable to my big ring sword, and I don't believe that Ye San Geng, who is a member of the funeral knife tomb sect, would really do such a thing.
Therefore, the black impermanence that is almost blended with the night takes another step forward.
There was a dragon's roar as he drew his sword quickly, and with a flash of cold light, the magic weapon on Yue Baizhi's waist that the emperor personally decreed could be carried into the imperial city came out.
Without the traction of Qi, Yingtian's soft sword trembled continuously and stopped for a long time.
Ye San Geng, who knew nothing about this kind of soft weapons, had no ability to control such weapons at this time, so he simply clashed the swords to threaten Jiang Huaien who was still trying to move forward.
Of course, the Wu Chang in the Tomb of the Tomb of the Sword did not come to ask for his life, but he also came to the same destination as the one who asked for his life. At this moment, he felt that his life had been taken away. For a moment, his face was troubled and his eyes were filled with evil spirits.
Ye Sangenzhi said proudly: "Don't worry, I understand the rules in the house, and I won't make it difficult for uncle. In this case, you go find Aunt Bai, and I will wait in the house under the apricot tree. Let me tell you something.”
Naturally, Jiang Huaien, who said this in the middle of the night, regarded it as a temporary measure to escape. Jiang Huai'en, who was feeling uncomfortable after feeling deflated, snorted coldly and said: "Boy, do you really think I'm stupid? Don't think that you can do it with such a little cleverness. Escape, the seventy-two imps will most likely arrive soon after, how long can you hide? And where can you hide!"
Hearing the arrival of the seventy-two imps, who were said to be the most difficult to deal with in the Tomb of the Dead Blade, he was first surprised and then had his own thoughts. He held the sword in his hand, put his back on his back and said, "Believe it or not, uncle, I'll see you anyway." I won’t return the knife to you until you reach Aunt Bai.”
Clearly acting like a scoundrel, Jiang Huaien was at his wits' end. His teeth were itching with anger, but he was helpless.
Jiang Huaien ignored the dilemma. He crossed his hands at midnight, carrying the cloth bag with the big ring knife and the soft sword, and said to Yue Baiji: "Go to the house and wait."
Already impressed by the strategy to defeat the enemy that he came up with in a short period of time in the middle of the night, Yue Baizhi once again acted like a daughter. Not to mention the coldness that usually kept people away from thousands of miles away, even if he felt danger a few times just now, he would immediately The heroic spirit that protected Ye San Geng behind her was gone. She was just like a girl to be married after seeing her lover. She held Ye San Geng's arm with both hands. What else could she see in her eyes?
In a daze, Midnight pushed Yue Baizhi, and the latter came back to his senses, looking a little embarrassed.
He passed by the glaring Jiang Huai'en without hesitation, and could clearly hear Hei Wuchang's displeased breathing. Ye San even more deliberately hugged the bag tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid of this because he had to learn from his mother. Unrelated relatives who would only be called uncles when they are from the same family would get angry and snatch them away. They would get an advantage and say docilely: "This time, just think of it as me, the nephew, who is trying to be clever. It won't be an honorable win. I'll be lucky enough to recover." Let's have a serious fight with Uncle Wynn. Now I have to trouble my uncle and Aunt Wichang to find my sister and bring me the knife."
After that, Ye San, who was out of sight and out of mind, ignored him and walked with Yue Baizhi towards the house with apricot branches sticking out.
Every horse stumbles and a man stumbles. Jiang Huaien has already scolded this hateful junior in his heart, but he can't do anything about it. He snorted coldly and said with undisguised sarcasm: "Ah, three generations of a family are all good at doing things. The shameful and dirty methods are despicable."
Ye San was even more disrespected and didn't take it seriously. He smiled very openly and said: "Uncle seems to be following us all the way. Did you hear me say just now that the pen is in the hand of the winner, so who cares about you?" The method, dirty or not, is up to you."
Knowing that there was no gain in talking here and wasting words for no reason, Jiang Huai'en raised his hand and nodded in a warning tone, then turned around and left.
Suspecting of adding insult to injury, Ye San Geng added: "Uncle, put on your clothes first. The city is not as good as the mountains. Being seen by others is offensive."
Naturally, he ignored the late night watch. Jiang Huaien's feet were faster and he strode away.
However, the slightly trembling shoulders made it clear that he was very angry.
Yue Baizhi couldn't help laughing at the side.
Seeing the suspicious look in his eyes in the middle of the night, Yue Baizhi took the soft sword Yingtian and turned it back with familiarity, inserting it back into the special leather holster on his waist, and said with a smile: "Obviously it's already been done. How come you have to deal with this senior member of the sect by saying a few words to make people feel better? It really goes along with the old saying, a dull knife cuts the flesh, but the heart pierces the heart."
On the other hand, he would laugh dumbly in the middle of the night.
Yue Baizhi added: "This will save some trouble. We don't have to go find the second sister."
The third night of the night was noncommittal, and he smiled softly and said: "That's true, I still hope that I can't find my sisters and the others, so that I can see He Qingshan's ability and the methods of this biggest gang in the world."
Yue Baizhi curled his lips quietly, "My husband trusts Sister Qingshan very much and thinks of her in everything."
Obviously, he didn't hear the small thoughts that belong to women only in this sentence. Sure enough, he knew nine things about this sentiment. After all, he didn't know anything about it in the middle of the night. He still didn't understand the style. Both inside and outside his words showed that he was different from that person. The friendship of storytellers.
"We are brothers. I don't believe who she believes."
Most apricot trees are short, but it is rare for this tree to have such lush branches and leaves that it sticks out of the wall. It is all thanks to the fact that Ye Yue Yue hired knowledgeable old farmers to prune and take care of them every year. For no other reason than because I feel that as a scholar, I am lucky enough to be with this tree. It would be great to be accompanied by an apricot tree, which represents the highest institution of learning in Confucianism.
As a result, the canopy is now so shady and full of vitality.
It is only the weather in early spring, the apricot blossoms are still sparse, and the shadows of the branches are sparse and in a trance.
Things are different and people are different.
A few dozen feet further ahead, separated by several houses of varying sizes, was the backyard of the Mo family's stay in Chang'an, Xibo, which shocked the capital three years ago. It was just that it was cold and freezing at first, and Ye Mi, who was a little angry because of the girl who got involved in this matter for no reason, inevitably struck a little harder. When fighting with Mo Ying of the Mo family, he smashed through the underground fire dragon that only wealthy families could afford to install. , causing a raging fire, so the yard that no one bought until now is still dilapidated.
Just to reminisce, and to worry about the white pheasants next to me, I didn’t say any more embarrassing words in the middle of the night, and stood ten feet away from the door that had not changed in three years. The sticker on New Year’s Eve that year The couplets are still there, and although they are in tatters, I can still recall what they looked like back then.
The scene evokes emotions, which is probably the melancholy of the great poet of the previous dynasty who said, "Last year, today in this door, the peach blossoms still laughed at the spring breeze." The peach blossoms turned into apricot blossoms, and they remained the same.
Ye Sangeng, who was obviously a little sentimental, stopped moving forward. Yue Baizhi, who could more or less guess what his husband was thinking, was about to speak. Ye Sangeng suddenly said: "I remembered something. I came back with my sister yesterday, and my sister's car was in a hurry. I left without getting down. I think I know the owner of the house. Do you know who bought the house in the past three years, or did the mountain deliberately sell the house to someone else? "
It was all a result of narrow-mindedness. He knew it but didn't want to tell him in advance. Yue Baiji pretended not to know and shook his head: "I haven't had time to travel around the capital in the past few years. I am either in the palace or at home with my father to deal with trivial matters. For business, I either go to the mountains to see my dad, plus what happened at the beginning, not to mention coming to the capital, just thinking about it..."
"Come on, come on." Ye Sangen interrupted with a wave of his hand, with a very dissatisfied tone, "Can you please stop mentioning it? No one in the whole family blames you. Are you bothered by what you are doing?"
Yue Baizhi lowered his head and agreed softly, "I understand."
In the middle of the night, he was still a little impatient, but he was not complaining about Yue Baizhi. Instead, he pointed at the house not far away and said: "It was my sister who took a fancy to this house at the beginning, but I paid for it, and it is also mine on the land deed." Name, this is my family property no matter what, you don’t know it, how do you think you view family?”
Yue Baizhi was stunned for a moment, but was also speechless.
Naturally, he said this deliberately, and it successfully aroused Yue Baiji's worries. However, from what Yue Baiji just said, he realized that she had been ignored by him since they met at noon. He tilted his head and looked down at midnight. Looking at the white jade plaque on his waist that symbolizes a special position that allows him to freely enter and leave the imperial city, he interjected: "Why did you become a Qianniu guard?"
One sentence brought back the long-dusted past of Yue Bai Pheasant. She was in a daze for a moment, and she was already worried. This tall and beautiful woman looked bitter and thoughtful.
The various resentments in my heart are probably due to the injustices I have encountered, and many past events are still closely tied up in my mind.
Just ask for one, no regrets.
