Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

The hand that landed on Ying Jingjue's shoulder was already stained with blood, so he couldn't see the original appearance clearly.

The young Chujun came back to his senses from the two pats, he was a little puzzled why such a request was made.However, there is no need for him to shirk the things that can be done along the way, and he solemnly agrees.

"Entrusted by the benefactor, I will go through fire and water."

Looking closer, the chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes in front of him looked even thinner, and he seemed to have no choice but to fight against Luo Yueliu before.

He glanced inadvertently, and suddenly stopped.

The white-clothed swordsman was hanging by his side, his right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, which was different from the trembling after losing strength.

Li Ningfeng once told him that his teacher taught him in a letter that the basis of becoming a swordsman is to hold the sword firmly.

When it comes to using swords, Young Master Ximian, who is at the top of the ranking list, is naturally a leader, he is superb, how can there be times when he can't even hold a sword.

Also, what the Umbrella Knife Ghost said just now, Mr. Xi Mian used to use his right hand sword ten years ago, but he used his left hand when he used his sword before.

As if aware of his attention, the white-clothed swordsman glanced down at his hand, paused, switched to holding the sword with his left hand, and put his right hand behind his back.

Ying Jing decided to look away and asked worriedly, "Is your son unwell?"

Lian Shen coughed a few times, the meridians that had been impacted by the internal force felt belatedly, and gradually convulsed, the meridian of the right hand that had been severed reacted the most, his hand trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't notice it.

Even if it was put into the sheath, the Cangshan sword was not too heavy, and he couldn't hold it with his right hand. If it wasn't for Jing Jue's reminder, he might not even know if the sword was out of his hand.

Normally, the wide and tight cuffs can still cover a part or two, but now the clothes are closed, and the hands are exposed, which can be seen at a glance.

There was a sense of exhaustion in the body, Lian Shenwei couldn't stand anymore, looked around to find a place, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat down casually.

The clothes were half-wet, and the stone on which he sat was washed by the rain and was also wet.

He didn't care about cleanliness, the sword was placed beside him, and his movements were so neat that no one could see that he was just using his strength for support.

Lian Shenwei simply admitted Ying Jingjue's conjecture, which was half true and half false: "Ten years ago, the tendon in my right hand was cut off, so I couldn't use force easily. Since then, besides wandering around the rivers and lakes, I only seek medical treatment."

"Furthermore, I heard that the heir of the Feng family has superb medical skills. I searched for many years before I found any trace of him. This trip is to find the heir of the Feng family for treatment."

"The owner of Fudu Mountain Villa is my old friend. June [-]nd is the anniversary of their death. If I go to seek medical treatment, I won't be able to worship this year. Fortunately, I met you. You will go for me this year."

Ying Jingjue's breathing was slightly stagnant.

It was because of this reason that Young Master Ximian hadn't appeared in the arena for ten years.Calculated by time, at that time, Young Master Ximian was about the same age as he is now.

It's the time when you are in high spirits, but...

Ying Jingjue was silent for a moment: "Young master said, you can't use force at will, what about just now?"

Lian Shenwei's face was extremely pale under the fence, and he closed his eyes for a long time before he stabilized his voice: "It's not in the way."

Although it had been a long time since he had spoken to Jing Jue peacefully like this, he now hoped that the child would leave quickly.

If he said a few more words, he might not be able to hold on anymore.

If you really faint here, the plan you have worked so hard on before may be in vain.

Ying Jingjue: "I..."

Lian Shenwei said before him: "Leave the Prince's Hall quickly, I should hurry up too."

Ying Jingjue: "It's very late now, young master is on his way alone?"

"Of course not. I made an appointment with some friends in Yunbei. They are waiting for me at the inn over there. I can't make people wait any longer." Lian Shenwei smiled when he saw that he was still worried, and said in a relaxed tone: " Prince, let's go, just don't forget what you promised me."

"I'm not going to be reduced to a situation where I'm alone and have no relatives or friends."

Ying Jing decided to cup her hands and said: "In this case, then I will say goodbye to the young master."

Such a hero must have many confidantes and relatives, so his worries seem superfluous.

Lian Shenwei watched the young man's back go away, stood up while supporting the stone wall behind him, and found a nearby cave to hide in.

The cave is dry, with a rocky block that barely counts as a stone bed.

People with deep inner strength can see things at night, but Lian Shenwei's eyes are now black, the inside of the cave is blurred, and he can't see anything even under the fence. He took it off, staggered a few steps, and tripped over something. Wolverine fell in front of the stone bed.

"Cough cough..."

The young man kept coughing up blood in his throat, and the toxins in his blood over the years were out of balance after reaching a balance, far worse than when he was just rescued by Feng Ke ten years ago.

He curled up in pain, his blood lost its temperature, and the side of his neck and behind his ears were cold and sticky.Lian Shenwei didn't know if it was blood or the cold sweat on his body.

If it was blood, it would be a bit of a waste.

During the previous bloodletting, it was almost impossible to bleed in the later stage. If the bleeding was as easy as it is now, he would not have to cut so many knives on his arm.

Lian Shenwei took out a slender bamboo tube from his bosom, pulled it out, and poured out a few pills he usually took and a secret whistle.

Swallowing a few pills mixed with blood, he barely blew twice with his dark whistle.

This secret whistle is specially made, he is the mother whistle, only Ming Zhu and Tian Nan have the child whistle.

Once the mother whistle is blown, the child whistle will spontaneously vibrate silently, in order to prevent Lian Shenwei from being in danger, but the two of them cannot find this situation.

After doing this, he was completely exhausted.

Thoughts began to blur, drifting aimlessly.There seemed to be a ball of cotton plugged in his ears, which seemed to be an illusion. He vaguely heard the sound of horseshoes.

The side of his face was itchy, but Lian Shenwei couldn't raise his hand to scratch it.

What a mess...

I haven't been this embarrassed for a long time.

Feng Ke said that if it is not a desperate situation, he should not draw his sword easily, and if it exceeds three times, his life will be in danger.But this kind of pain is really more uncomfortable than death.

Now that Feng Ke is not by his side, he doesn't know if he can survive this time when he draws his sword.

Now there is only one enemy left, besides that, there is also the matter of Beiyi and Li Ningfeng that worries him a lot.

Li Ningfeng treated Feng Ke, even without his blood, there shouldn't be any major troubles.Jing Jue grew up slowly, and as he wished, gradually became strangers to him.

After this assassination, the people behind the scenes were cautious and probably would not attack again on the southern patrol road. As long as Jing Jue returned to the capital, Feng Ke, Ming Zhu, Tian Nan, Ming Qin, Li Ningfeng, and Emperor Jing Cheng would all protect him. He is thoughtful.

Every time he thinks that Wei Li's funeral was presided over by Ying Jingjue himself and watched over by Ying Jingjue, he gets stuck in his heart.

Before leaving, he had told Tian Nan to dig Wei Li's grave on a rainy day.Now that old man's disciples are probably crying and cursing in front of the grave...

Feeling happy, he coughed twice with a choked smile.

When he was a teenager, he never thought that one day he would feel happy because of this kind of thing, and he didn't feel any regret at all for those innocent people who were implicated because of his hatred.

Even sometimes, he felt that it was not enough.

He will always remember the night when Fudu Villa's blood flowed into rivers, and how he buried the people in the villa into coffins with handfuls of soil.

I don't know if my father, mother and sister will be disappointed when they see his despicable and dark appearance with bloody hands.

Want to come is to be disappointed.

Lian Shenwei recalled that when he was about ten years old, he had just completed martial arts and had extraordinary talents. It was the age when boys jumped up and down and loved to cause trouble.

Today the bowl of Li Er's family under the villa was broken, and tomorrow the dog of Song Si's family was lost.

If someone came to ask for an explanation, A Niang would put him in confinement and protect him, persuade him with a Jiangnan accent and a soft accent, and compensate them by the way.

Sister...

Sister would watch him laugh and give him lotus leaf chicken and sour fruit wine when he was in confinement.

The lotus leaf chicken in Jinling in June is the most tender.

My sister cut up the lotus leaf chicken with a negative snow sword, and the two siblings sold the stolen goods on the spot. You have a cup and I have a cup. The whole temple is filled with the fragrant meat and the sweet taste of sour fruit wine.

If Father said it, he would scold him angrily, while ordering the kitchen not to cook for him, while ignoring the chicken bones of the lotus leaf chicken in the ancestral hall.

But if he was really bullied, the face-saving old man of his family would probably be the first to turn his face...

But he disappointed them all the same.

Throughout the generations of the Lian family, there has never been a descendant like him.

There is a saying in the family motto, to connect the children and grandchildren of the family, to behave uprightly, to be loyal, benevolent, upright, not to kill innocent people, and not to commit crimes involved... When I was young, the family motto was copied countless times in the ancestral hall. Now it seems that every word and sentence He has violated all the sentences.

Fortunately, on the family tree of this generation of the Lian family, the name written is Lian Yubai, not Lian Shenwei.

The person who was scolded was also Lian Shenwei, who had nothing to do with the Jinling Lian family or Fudu Villa.

Panting gradually became difficult, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Scenes of warm and peaceful past memories flashed before my eyes.

["Yubai, Auntie made sweet-scented osmanthus soup, come over for dinner."] This is the voice of Auntie.

["Hmph! What are you calling him for? The brat only knows how to run around all day long, causing trouble!"] This is Father's voice.

[Hey, what are you doing, wait for Yubai, why are you in a hurry. ] This is the voice of a mother hitting Dad on the back of his hand with a chopstick.

The stone table was placed under the blossoming tree, the breeze surrounded the butterflies, and the willow leaves were soft. The three of them were sitting in front of the stone table, looking at him with a smile, and waving at him.

are waiting for him.

Lian Shenwei's eyelids were hot, and his wet eyelashes were like a smear of ink, and he closed his eyes.

While restraining himself and soberly knowing that it was his hallucination, he couldn't help but wonder if Sister and the others didn't blame him for killing so many people for revenge and told him to come here on purpose.

Before his consciousness slipped into the darkness, he thought in a trance, it seems that there is nothing wrong with leaving this world with few nostalgia.

After the two parties bid farewell, Ying Jingjue rushed back with the remaining hidden guards who were still alive.

This time he didn't bring many people, except for the stronger hidden guards, there were only a few guards left.

After a life-and-death juncture, besides the promise to go to Jinling to worship, Ying Jingjue just wants to prove one thing now——

Did Lian Shenwei do this assassination?

He hurried to the imperial boat with his people, but he saw Xiao Zhizi with a serious face.

Many of the guards behind Xiao Zhizi were wounded, there was a bloody smell around the imperial boat, and there were some corpses of men in black.Ying Jing decided to recognize that it was the same group of killers who chased him down.

He called Xiao Zhizi to stop, and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

Xiao Zhizi didn't seem to expect to see him here, the solemnity on his face disappeared in a blink of an eye, trotted over, saw Ying Jingjue's current appearance and the blood all over his body, and cried out in fright.

"What's wrong with you, Your Highness?! Are you injured? Could it be that you also met an assassin?"

and also?

Ying Jing never expected such a scene, all guesses were overturned, and his heart sank: "Where is the regent?"

Xiao Zhizi wanted to cry without tears: "Not long ago, someone assassinated the Regent, and the slave only heard someone shout that the Regent was there, and most of the assassins chased after him. After the situation was brought under control, the slave went to the Regent's room. Look inside, there’s no one there.”

"The regent is missing, and there is only one arrow on the frame."

Ying Jingjue: "Did you see which direction the assassin is chasing after?"

Xiao Zhizi pointed to the north.

"Where are the guards around the regent?"

"Also... gone too."

Ying Jingjue took a deep breath: "Look for it, let me look for it carefully."

"Live to see people, die to see corpses," his eyes darkened slightly.

Regardless of whether Lian Shenwei was involved in this matter or not, it is undeniable that the situation in the capital is now chaotic, the father listens and believes, Ningfeng has not yet recovered, and the people of the northern barbarians are watching.

The regent of the Dasheng Dynasty cannot die yet.

At least not now.

"Call-"

Qiu Che stopped at the broken valley and got off his horse.

There were traces of fighting along the way, which made him frown.

There should be a group of people chasing and killing, and a group of people fleeing, but he didn't see any trace of that person's attack.Obviously felt the familiar sword energy, but there was no one here.

He tied up the horse and walked to the middle of the valley, where it was disconnected, it should be man-made.There were bloodstains all around, but no body was seen, maybe it fell into a deep ravine.

There are drops of water on the pitted stone surface, and the reflected light is dim.

Qiu Che's gaze froze suddenly.

In the next second, he put the sword behind his back, flew up, grabbed the edge of the valley before jumping down, and stretched out his hand to touch a depression on the edge of the stone.

The dimples are sharp and smooth.

This is……

The sword marks left by the Cangshan Sword.

"Sleep," the swordsman whispered.

He looked around carefully, only to find this sword mark.It seems that the owner of the sword intentionally concealed the marks he made, but accidentally left behind.

Xi Mian has almost no enemies. She showed up once, but shot so carefully without leaving any traces. Was it to avoid him?

Chou Che exerted force in his hand, and used it to stand on the edge of the broken valley again, looking at the opposite side of the broken valley with indifferent eyes.There were also bloodstains there, mixed with the scattered footprints of many people.

Dormancy may be in it.

The sword marks he found were very new, indicating that the person hadn't gone far.