Mu Hanzhong

At the end of spring, it was raining continuously, covering the huge sky and filling the infinite space.

The green hills in the distance left only a faint figure, and the green forest nearby was filled with water vapor.

The red liquid covered the green branches and leaves, and corpses fell to the ground in disorder.

More than a dozen men in black stood quietly among the corpses in a circle. The rainwater flowed through the swords, and the blood-stained water flowed down, slowly converging into a river.

The man in the middle was covered in black clothes all over his body.The raindrops fell on his knife-like outline, and when it dripped from the air again, it was already stained with blood.The man stood holding a sword, and the people under his feet were constantly struggling.The dilated pupils were dark, mud and blood were intertwined all over the body, and the liquid from the severed arm was gurgling out.

The rain-moistened hair was pasted on the forehead, and the ends were slightly curled up. The sharp eyes under the sword eyebrows were full of murderous intent, and the whole person was like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, emitting a cold light.It's just that the foot on the back of the person on the ground exerted a little force, and the person on the ground had difficulty breathing.

"... Please, don't kill me, I can give you... more gold!" A mouthful of blood was spat out, and the man on the ground raised his head from the weedy mud, trembling his hands, lying on the man's feet, " please…"

The man's face was expressionless, and his thin lips were slightly parted: "Shen Tie, have you solved everything?"

One of the men in black in a circle said: "Fifteen corpses. It has been confirmed."

With a little force under his feet, the person stepping on him groaned in pain, and several mouthfuls of blood gushed out.

After a while, I couldn't breathe.

The man in black put his sword back into its sheath, stepped forward and turned around.

The spring breeze blows, and the green leaves fall.

On March 5000th, [-] taels of gold were used to buy the life of Xiao Yu, a person in the city and the rivers and lakes.On March [-]th, Guan Rige, the number one killer in Jianghu, investigated and found out the truth.The five thousand gold was returned, the original client Zuo Yicheng and fourteen guards were taken away, and fifteen silver leaves were left behind.

The mountain is dark and cloudy, and the sky is cold and rainy.A few branches are secluded and wet and weeping red.

The fragrance is lingering, and it disperses with the sound of rain.

The ink is thick and black.

The person who was concentrating on brushing raised his head, straightened his nose and red lips, his seven-foot blue hair was tied up by a white brocade belt behind his back, his white clothes were like snow, and his black eyes were like night.Putting the white jade carving pen on the sapphire dragon inkstone, the man in white raised his head and looked outside the door.

"Lord."

A deep and pleasant voice sounded outside the door, and the magnetism of the voice was somewhat blurred in the rain.

"Ah."

With the voice of the master, Mu Hanzhong knew that the matter he had confessed had been done.If it wasn't because it was too boring, he wouldn't need to ask about this matter.It's just that since he intervened, he needs to know the result.

The cool wind blew in from the window, Mu Hanzhong was taken aback for a moment, and said lightly:

"Go down. You don't need to come here in the afternoon."

"Yes."

Behind the curved screen with elm carved dragon grille, the faint sound of water is mixed with hot air.

The jet-black hair spread out, draped over the shoulders with the width of an adult man, the muscular chest was well-proportioned, the line of the body gradually narrowed from under the ribs, and the rest of the body was hidden into the overflowing water of the tub.

Nan Xiaohuan narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned against the wall of the tub.In the moderately hot water, the weakness of the whole body is slowly disappearing.He doesn't like rainy weather because it brings back too many memories.

Jing soaked in the hot bath for a while, and after a while, he stepped out of the tub.A long scar appeared on the lower back of the waist.The eyes under the sword eyebrows are calm and waveless, as dark as the night.

There was a knock on the door, Xiao Huan took the obscene clothes from the side, put them on, and opened the door.

Outside the door, a maid bowed her head, holding a red cloth jade plate with both hands, and on the plate was a crystal clear vial with a small mouth, in which the liquid up to the neck could be vaguely seen.

"Your Majesty ordered the servants to come over and deliver the things to Mr. Nan."

Recognizing that the maid was someone next to the Palace Master, Xiao Huan was stunned, and took the vial from the jade plate.

"Go down."

"Yes."

The maid saluted and turned to leave.

Close the door, the bottle in hand is cold and smooth.

After changing the water again and all the waiters had left, Xiao Huan unscrewed the cork and tilted the bottle.

The crystal clear liquid fell from the sky and melted into the water. After a while, the room was filled with a strange fragrance.

Untiing his belt, Xiao Huan sat down in the water.

The warm and slightly cool feeling in the warm water is particularly sensitive, as if you can feel the pores all over your body open, greedily absorbing the jade agar liquid.Even though the old injury on his waist had already healed, it still hurts when it rains. "Fengchun", which is worth a thousand gold, is blended into the water, which has the effect of soothing the mind, calming the mind, recovering from fatigue and healing injuries.

A pool of clear water reflects the pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings. The rain slanted down, and the water droplets condensed on the green leaves, slid down, and fell into the lake, creating a circle of ripples.

The red tassels are rippling with the wind, the tied green silk is blown away in the rain, and the finger touches the jade flute lightly. The melodious sound of the flute resounds in the rain, blends into the misty rain, penetrates the rich gate, floats through the green forest, and disperses into the rain.

The eyelids droop, the eyelashes flutter, and the thin lips are slightly parted.

Green mountains and green waters, pavilions and lofts.

The loneliness that cannot be shaken off by the black clothes in the rain.

With his eyes lowered slightly, Xiao Huan's consciousness gradually blurred, and in a trance, the scene deep in his memory flashed across.

Brocade clothes and fur belt, like a jade boy, indifferent and indifferent, shimmering, aloof and indifferent.

——Do you live without knowing why?

——Then, from today on, let me be your reason for living!

End.