When Shi Song walked up to him, Han Ling almost couldn't help but rush forward.
But seeing that Shi Song was in tatters, Han Ling almost didn't recognize him. Shisong's hair was tied hastily and was as messy as a chicken coop, and his face was plastered like a clay figure. The soil on his eyebrows was dry and cracked, making him look funny like an opera mask.
His right arm was missing, his clothes were torn, and only his shoulder was left alone, which made Han Ling feel bitter in his heart. The clothes were so dirty that the color could not be identified, and there were still specks of uncoagulated blood on them. Following his movements, the broken jade pendant on his waist swayed, which was both funny and solemn.
The most eye-catching thing was the two knives in his hands.
Both long knives were stained with blood. One of them was broken, and Han Ling recognized it as the "Pearl Knife." There is a string of light pink and white Yingzhou pearls on the pearl tassel, which Zhu Chen tied on by himself. The blade is flat and engraved with "Xu Zhuchen's name".
Shi Song treasures this knife very much. Han Ling once secretly brought Pearl home and lied to Shi Song that the knife was missing. When Shi Song retrieved the pearl, he was so angry that he had a fierce fight with Han Ling. Both of them stayed in bed for a month before getting out of bed.
Today, the pearl is cut off and the old friends are separated. Thinking of past experiences, it seems like they happened in a previous life.
Han Ling had never seen the other sword. Judging from how precious Shi Song was, I'm afraid it was named after Zhu Chen.
Thinking of this, Han Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly. At that moment, Shi Song glanced at him, lowered his head, and started talking to his knife.
Looking at the crazy Shi Song in front of him, Han Ling was speechless and felt a sting in his heart.
Although it was not his original intention to harm Shi Song, could it be that Shi Song's current situation was not caused by him?
This crime lies solely with Han Ling.
Han Ling's mind went back and forth, while Shi Song only talked to his sword. He felt uneasy and couldn't help but look back at Zheng Yu.
Zheng Yu's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Shi Song as if she had penetrated his past and present lives.
After a long time, Zheng Yu turned his eyes to Han Ling and sighed.
"He's crazy." Zheng Yu said.
Han Ling couldn't accept this result for a moment and staggered forward. Zheng Yu sat there without moving - she knew that Han Ling needed to cross this hurdle by himself.
Han Ling clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and he didn't look back. He just asked in a suppressed voice: "Seriously?"
Zheng Yu looked at his back and said calmly: "Seriously."
She closed her eyes and refused to look at Han Ling's body trembling with pain.
"I'm sorry." Han Ling choked and stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry, Shi Song."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light flashed, and a bloody gash appeared on his right hand. The coldness of the blade reached him before the pain.
Han Ling covered his bleeding right arm and said in disbelief: "Shi Song?"
Shi Song's knife struck again. Han Ling waved his left hand, and the light blue internal force exploded, colliding with the sword energy and forcing Shi Song back a few steps.
Han Ling took another step forward, and the expression on his face had become very cold. He placed the Wuji Stone in the palm of his hand and said coldly: "Shi Song, do you want me to die?"
His inner strength and Shi Song's sword energy were entangled again. Shi Song's face looked like a clay Buddha statue in the blue light, but the expression on his face was as ferocious as a yaksha.
"I hate you." Shi Song withdrew the knife with his left hand, put his lips close to the handle of the knife, and whispered as if talking to himself, "I hate Han Ling."
As he spoke, he crouched back and swung out the long knife in his hand, while Han Ling swung out the Wuji Stone in his hand at the same time. The inner strength of the two is that one is an old cow who has lost his way, and the other is a well-behaved jackal. It is strange and somewhat funny at the same time.
However, Shi Song lost his right hand and was unable to adapt to wielding a sword with his left hand. Once the target is far away, the knife in his left hand will shift a few inches and miss the target. But Han Ling was standing in front of him, even if he closed his eyes, he would not miss the target. Han Ling's previously expected advantage was wiped out.
Han Ling's inner strength wrapped around Shi Song's blade, barely blocking the momentum of the knife. He turned around and shouted, "Zheng Yu, think of a way!"
What he said about finding a way included not only saving the lives of the two people, but also making Shi Song wake up. In an unknown dark corner, he also included a slight desire to "make Shi Song forgive him". The wishes were complicated, but he knew Zheng Yu could understand.
Zheng Yu's eyes were calm. She "looked" at the two people from a distance, stared at them for a while, and nodded.
"good."
She laughed softly and said in a gentle tone: "Han Ling, I will help you, but you have to find a way to hold Shi Song off. I need half a quarter of an hour."
Han Ling threw the blade in his hand and blocked Shi Song's attack with his inner strength. In front of Shi Song's strong internal strength, he felt that he was shaky and could hardly withstand a blow.
But he glanced at Zheng Yu's firm eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay."
The two people were fighting so hard that the gravel in Tianyou Pass flew everywhere, and the red maples all over the mountain were shaken down by the internal force, and were caught in the strong wind of the fight between the two people, and were stirred into pieces.
Han Ling had a calculation in his mind and became more serious. With one hand, he used his internal energy to fight with Shi Song, and with the other hand, he extracted Shi Song's internal energy from the Wuji Stone and turned it into his own use. Judging from the internal strength gathered by Zhu Ying Yao Hong, it was far from enough to deal with Shi Song.
Live on, live on with Zheng Yu.
With this belief, Han Ling will never hesitate or be pretentious in his methods.
The two of them exchanged blows, and Zheng Yu sat far away, using the ability of "tracing the origin" to trace back Shi Song's experience bit by bit.
The first thing that came to her mind was not a crazy experience, but a spring day.
This is Shi Song's most cherished memory.
Zheng Yu carefully walked into that memory. She smelled the scent of roses and saw three children.
The spring was bright. Fourteen-year-old Shi Song and Han Ling each held a bamboo dragonfly. When they rubbed their hands together, the dragonfly spun its wings and flew high. The two men released the dragonflies, jumped up again, and reached out to grab each other's bamboo dragonflies.
Xu Zhuchen walked in front of them, his hair tied up and tucked into a black hat. Her steps were very brisk, and it seemed that Ningqing's footwork had broken through to the sixth level. At this point, both Shi Song and Han Ling felt ashamed. They admitted that Xu Zhuchen was definitely a genius in Qing Gong.
Seeing Zhu Chen walking farther and farther, Shi Song and Han Ling no longer caught the dragonfly, but got together to discuss how to let the dragonfly hit Zhu Chen's hat.
The more they talked, the more engaged they became, and the more excited they became, until Xu Zhuchen coughed twice and one of them hammered.
"You still want to plot against me?" Fifteen-year-old Xu Zhuchen said proudly, "You two can practice for another ten years!"
After she finished speaking, she took one by one and entered the Shi family's house.
When Shi Song walked into the house, he felt that his heart was beating like a drum. He followed Zhu Chen to the guest room, his eyes constantly glancing towards the master bedroom.
Xu Zhuchen noticed it and squeezed his hand with a smile.
"What are you afraid of?" She smiled, her snow-white eyelashes flashing, extremely beautiful, "As long as my mother is here, nothing will happen."
Shi Song looked at her, blushed and nodded. Han Ling then shouted, "I've been comforting you all the way. Don't you believe that what Zhu Chen said was the imperial edict?" The two of them started to fight again, but they didn't say anything.
When the three of them took a nap and woke up, they saw Shi Baichuan's smiling face.
"Song'er! Good son!" Shi Baichuan patted Shi Song's shoulder so hard that his beard stood up, "Your mother is very powerful and has given you a younger sister!"
Laughter came and went, but Zheng Yu's eyes turned dark.
Zheng Yu said silently: She knew as early as when she was at Yanshan Inn that Shi Song's mother passed away not long after giving birth to Shi Hualu. It seems now that Shi Song was happiest when he was accompanied by his friends, when his parents were by his side, and when his dear sister was just born.
Zheng Yu walked out of the black fog and walked to Shi Song's current situation. She raised her hand, lifted the curtain blocking her eyes, and looked down.
She saw it.
She saw the young man rushing to the martial arts competition. He smiled and extended his hand to his friend, thinking that the two were still teenagers.
She saw the boy being knocked down, his right arm broken, and then thrown off the cliff. What was written on that young man's face was not hatred, but sadness and confusion.
She saw the young man struggling to live under the cliff. He cut off his right arm with his own knife and fell into madness little by little.
She saw the young man almost maniacally hunting all the animals that appeared in front of him, drinking blood while consuming hair, suppressing the instinct of vomiting, just to keep himself alive.
Zheng Yu paused, and she looked carefully——
The young man walked out of the valley and walked into Tianyou Pass.
He said to his knife: "I want to find Han Ling, I want to get back my inner strength, a part of me."
Then, he put his ear close to his knife and said softly:
"Yes, you still want to get back everything he owes you. Because you hate him."
At this time, almost a quarter of an hour had passed. Although there were many large and small wounds on Han Ling's body, they were not fatal. He received another blow from Shi Song. Seeing that the Wuji Stone at hand was almost empty, Zheng Yu was a little anxious before he woke up.
Seeing that Shi Song was about to attack again, he was heartbroken and shouted: "If Zhu Chen sees you desperately trying to kill me, what will she think?!"
Shi Song paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly became clearer, and he asked: "...Zhu Chen?"
Seeing that it was effective, Han Ling couldn't help but feel relieved. He nodded and said, "Yes. Aren't you afraid that Zhuchen will be angry when he sees us killing each other?"
Shi Song's expression became a little depressed, and he put the knife to his ear as if listening to something. Han Ling was already sweating profusely. He was soothing his panting body. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Shi Song's shrill howl.
"ah------!!!!!!"
Han Ling looked stern and hurriedly raised his hands to parry. Shi Song's knife suddenly struck in front of Han Ling. Han Ling was shocked to the point of numbness in his mouth. Before he could recover, he heard Shi Song roaring angrily:
"You killed Zhu Chen!! It was you who killed Zhu Chen!!!"
He took back the knife and used all his strength to cut it down again.
Seeing that Han Ling couldn't resist, a soft voice came from behind him.
"Coral, come here."
Han Ling and Shi Song were both stunned. This was the name of little sister Shi Song. Immediately afterwards, Shi Song's hand threw his own knife as if he was out of control.
The sword energy was sharp and the sword force was domineering. The coral sword went straight towards Zheng Yu. When Han Ling saw this, his eyes were about to burst, and he turned around to catch the knife.
Not to mention that Shi Song used up all his strength to throw the knife. Han Ling had almost exhausted all his inner strength in the fight with Shi Song. How could he still have the strength to catch the knife?
He watched the coral knife fly out, and his body could hardly hold on, but he was still running towards Zheng Yu.
A little closer—a little closer—
He was completely left behind by the coral knife and watched helplessly as the long knife slashed towards Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu's expression remained unchanged, but his hands slightly changed a few gestures.
Just as the knife was about to touch Zheng Yu, a gust of hot wind suddenly blew from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, a bright red flame mixed with black dust and smoke swept over with inexplicable force, destroying everything and passing by Zheng Yu.
Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment and paused at the formation in his hand. At the critical moment, a fiery red heavy sword appeared from the sky and chopped off Shi Song's coral knife.
Shi Song was a little unsteady on his feet, and when he stepped back, he saw that it was not his sister who was chopped off, but a knife.
But before he could recover, he heard a clear voice:
"I want to see who dares to touch Zheng Yu's hair."
