Ye Wumian was in a great mood, and the sword in his hand moved very sharply, creating a total of forty sword shadows. It was the wonderful trick of "looking from side to side, it looks like a ridge and the side looks like a peak".
The shadow of the sword falls like a summer rainstorm, one after another plundering Li Dong.
Li Dongzheng planned the sword energy of "Mrs. Xiang" and rarely had any spare time; Ye Wumian succeeded in escaping for a while, and then seized the opportunity to fight back. She said "Ah!" and rushed to survive, and drew a sword "Qi Steaming Yunmengze", Reluctantly gathering all the sword energy around him, he unleashed a tangible energy slash, with waves of heat and energy surging.
The two of them used their own methods, both of them were concerned about one thing and not the other. They were both in a state of embarrassment for a moment.
Ye Wumian avoided most of the fierce attacks with his short stature, but the attire on his head still inevitably suffered the aftermath, being torn by the sword energy.
After a while of "thumping", all the jewelry such as steps, silver coins, copper hairpins and so on, all fell down with the broken hair.
Without the restraints of these items, his hair was disheveled, revealing the appearance of a man. I didn't realize it for a while, and I was at a loss.
Look at Li Dong again.
Thirty-nine of the forty sword shadows that made her sleepless at night were resolved by her, but as the saying goes, "Manpower is sometimes limited." After all, there was still one that cut across her face dangerously, and on her white and flawless face, Leaving a trail of blood.
In an instant, the white jade-like skin overflowed with scarlet dots, and fine blood beads came out one by one, condensed and broken, and flowed down one after another.
Half of the face was blurred with blood.
The world fell silent.
There are only the hissing of the wind, the rustling of dead trees and leaves, and the faint, distant pastoral dusk songs in my ears.
Both of them stopped fighting and stood on the spot with their swords in hand, looking at each other speechlessly.
Li Dong looked at the disheveled Ye Wumian.
The charm between his brows and eyes overshadowed the concealment of women's clothing, and his wild and messy hair broke through the constraints of exquisite jewelry, finally revealing the feeling of déjà vu.
Suddenly, in the cold winter day, the spring breeze gradually began to blow.
Smiling drunkenly by the spring breeze, the spring breeze enters my dream. When I woke up, someone asked: Is it cold? Is it warm? But he said: Warm and cold are spring.
"You, you are..." Li Dong's cold face gradually softened, his white teeth bit his lower lip tightly, and Lan Xiang's fragrant breathing stagnated.
He was the man who put a sword on her neck that day on the outskirts of Changsha City and said calmly, "You lose."
He was the "girl" who was drinking and eating meat alone in Baishui Restaurant today, with her sword placed on the greasy wooden table.
I hesitated for a moment: Is he a man or a "girl"?
She looked at Ye Wumian with disheveled hair and the complicated and incomprehensible look in his eyes. Hui Zhilan's heart felt like hers. There was no need to ask, it was self-evident:
He is a man.
Sometimes, he can also be "girl."
She couldn't help laughing. She, who was so serious about words, actually wanted to laugh. But more of a shame.
The previous doubts, inexplicable persistence, and the "relationship" forcibly fabricated in order to get the sword back were all tangled up in my heart at the same time, and turned into two clouds.
She even ignored the sword wound.
The blood was falling drop by drop, falling.
. . .
Ye Wumian has never been so sad in her life.
He had been growing his hair for several years and had finally gained some length. As a result, he washed his hair on Black Elk Peak yesterday morning and lost 10% of the hair.
In today's battle with Li Dong, two or three pieces were gone, leaving only half of the original length.
The west wind is blowing, my scalp is cold, my hands are touching my black hair, and I am holding the handle.
Even before middle age, you are already worried about baldness.
Sad husband!
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was now gray-faced and his long hair was broken. The image of that beautiful maid was probably gone, and the true face of a man must have been revealed.
Sure enough, Li Dong's expression suddenly changed, and he murmured: "It's you, sleepless night..."
He was exposed on the spot and was so ashamed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in and hide underground to be together.
When he saw the sword wound on her face, he knew it was caused by himself. I wanted to say sorry, but I also felt that due to the many misunderstandings today, I was forced to fight back and hurt her, so it seemed that I was not wrong.
Once the emotions are conflicting, the words seem to weigh a thousand pounds when they come to your mouth. You want to open them but can't, and you can't say them anymore.
The two of them couldn't take their eyes away from each other, their faces were burning, each had their own thoughts and difficulties.
Ye Wumian tore off a piece of clean cloth from her skirt and released her inner strength.
The cloth flew towards Li Dong's wound and blocked the blood flow.
This rough bandaging was the only thing he could do at the moment.
Without stopping, Fengjuan Canyun picked up the jewelry scattered on the ground, started the light skill of "In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night", and ran away like running for his life.
The figure of the young man dressed as a woman passed away, causing the dead leaves on the ground to swirl and dust to fly, which took a long time to fall down.
After gently wiping the blood off his face, Li Dong grasped the cloth tightly with his green fingers. After being stunned for a while, he gently folded it and put it in his arms.
"Bah..."
She cut off a piece of her snow-white clothes and hid it in front of her face, blocking her appearance.
The girl wearing a veil looked up to the sky and was speechless.
After a long time, there was a sigh. I don't know whether it was a sigh for the slight flaw in the face from now on, or a sigh for something else.
. . .
At dusk, I passed Black Elk Peak without sleep and arrived at a small town, Beishan Town, a few miles below the peak.
We chose a small inn in the town and stayed there for one night before leaving at dawn the next day.
He calculated the steps. If you don't stay at the hotel and continue walking, it may be midnight by the time you reach Changsha City. At that time, not to mention having to climb over the wall to enter the city, Luoxiang Zhuding had already gone to bed.
Although I was thinking of her all in my heart, it would be too selfish to wake her up in the middle of the night to see her.
On the second day, when it was daylight, I had a simple breakfast without sleeping, looked in the mirror, dressed up, and still dressed up as a woman. He carried a few hot buns in his arms for consumption on the road and walked out of the inn.
A blast of cold air blew in, making the whole body feel tight.
He hurriedly mobilized his internal strength to resist, and then he felt better.
"Today is 39 days, the coldest 39 days in the year. Let's buy some charcoal... It's five cents a piece, five cents a piece, buy some charcoal..."
A ragged charcoal seller by the roadside squatted in a corner, hugged his body tightly, and shouted while breathing in the hot air.
His hands and feet were blue from the cold, and his ears were quite big.
When I took a closer look at it after a sleepless night, I found that it was not the ears that were big, but frostbite.
I can't tell whether it's frostbite on my ear or an ear growing on frostbite.
Ye Wumian took out a broken piece of silver from his arms.
"I'll buy some charcoal."
The charcoal seller tremblingly took the silver, weighed it, and said hurriedly: "Such a big piece of silver? I will sell you all the basket of charcoal, and there is still some silver left. You, you wait for me, I will Go buy a steamed bun and find it for you."
He was hunched over and going to buy steamed buns. After taking a step, he turned back and begged Ye Wumian: "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wumian took out another steamed bun from his arms and handed it to him.
The hand trembled obviously in panic. It was stiff and ice-cold, leaving a few black finger marks on the bun.
"Wait? Hey, old man, I'm the most annoying person to wait. That's it, no more rambling, I bought the charcoal and I gave you the money. Just quit and don't bother me. I'm not a good person. .”
Ye Wumian picked up the basket of charcoal and left without looking back.
Two lines of thick tears fell from the charcoal seller's dark face.
