Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Qiu Che ran swiftly in the forest with Lian Shenwei on his back, using his lightness kung fu to the extreme, only afterimages could be seen.

Over the years, he has thought about the scene of his reunion with Xi Mian more than once, but he never dreamed that he would meet in such a situation.

dying.

He never associated these two words with dormancy.

And it seems to be poisoned, Xi Mian's temperament and strength, he knows, should be accidentally calculated to become like this.

Xi Mian had just rescued the prince...so was it the group of assassins who targeted the prince who poisoned him?

It's really vicious.

Whoosh-!

There was a sudden sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a sense of crisis came over him, and Qiu Che dodged in an instant.At the same time, a hand grabbed Lian Shenwei who was on his back.

Steal? !

Qiu Che's eyes suddenly turned cold.

With a flying kick, he kicked on the nearby tree, turned and landed on the ground, and said coldly: "He Fangxiao is young?!"

Mingzhu pulled out the long whip around her waist, and the whistle tightly clenched in her palm was shaking non-stop. She glanced at the weakly breathing master on the strange man's back, and her usually calm eyes were filled with anger and killing intent.

Could it be that the master lost and was seriously injured by this assassin?Where does this damn guy want to take his master? !

Mingzhu: "Hand over the person."

Qiu Che looked at Ming Zhu, quietly vigilant in his heart.

Could it be that this person is an assassin who poisoned Ximian?Is the antidote also on her?Such vicious people snatched Xi Mian away, and they didn't know what vicious things they were going to do.

The two looked at each other, and both saw hostility in each other's eyes.

The battle is imminent.

Taking advantage of the gap between his shots, Qiu Che untied the gray and white cloth strip from his sword. He didn't want to draw out the sword, but tied the cloth strip around Lian Shenwei's waist, entangled with himself, so as not to be in danger. One fell and fell to the ground.

Lian Shenwei was in a coma, with his arms hanging down, without a fixed support, and would occasionally bump into the tree trunk following Qiu Che's evasive movements.

Soon, bruising marks appeared on the back of the pale hand.

Chou Che didn't notice, he was concerned about the poison on Lian Shenwei's body, he didn't dare to make a move, he hid while concentrating on grabbing the antidote from the 'assassin'.

And Mingzhu, who was always paying attention to his master, was getting more and more ugly, his forehead twitched.

The master is not in good health, and they take good care of him on weekdays, not to mention bumps, they will ask Mr. Feng Ke to come and take a look when he coughs.

How dare this assassin treat his master like this!

Just looking for death!

Mingzhu didn't want to hurt Lian Shenwei again, so he forced himself to stop: "How can you let go of master?!"

"..." Chou Che paused, stunned.

Ok?

master?

Three days later.

"Is there still no sign of the Regent?"

"Return to Your Highness, no."

Ying Jingjue let out a long sigh of relief, the indentation between her brows was deep.

It's been three days, and everything that needs to be searched around has been searched, and there is not a single person, no person, no corpse, and it seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Xiao Zhizi hesitated and said, "Your Highness, tell me, will the Regent..."

"will not."

Ying Jingjue affirmed, "There is no news, which means that he is probably fine now. Even if we all die here, he will be fine."

Even a person like Shen Wei who has exhausted all kinds of tricks, even if it is for the power and position he finally obtained, will not really fall into this kind of place.The guards beside him are also missing, they should be with him now, but they just don't want them to find him.

After three days of delay, it will take some time to reach Jinling by water.He promised that Mr. Ximian would go to Fudu Villa to worship him on June [-], if he didn't leave, he might not be able to make it.

He had already arranged for his confidants to take his tokens overland, and hurried to Jinling and Yunbei to find someone with Lian Shenwei's portrait.

Any further delay here is just a waste of time.

Ying Jing made a decision in her determination: "Don't tell the truth in the letter reported to the capital. It is written that the regent and the palace are just acting separately, leaving half of the fleet here to wait for news, and the other half and the palace are going to Jinling."

Xiao Zhizi: "The servant understands."

Jinling has always been prosperous. There are gold-selling caves where people spend a lot of money. There are wine, wealth, wealth and power. There are beauties and prodigal sons.

There are also countless ancient temples in the rain, quiet and quiet, there are lonely knights walking alone in the night, there are wind and cloud battles, and the justice is thin.There is a young man who is drunk on a white horse, a generation after generation of rivers and lakes dreams.

The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, the bustling chaos and the ubiquitous atmosphere of the rivers and lakes constitute the unique Jinling City.

……

Jinling.

Drunken Inn.

Lian Shenwei slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes were blurred for a while, and gradually became clear, and there was a familiar pain in the meridians and right hand.

Lian Shenwei coughed a few times, followed by a feeling of suffocation in his lungs. He leaned on the bedside and slowed down. This simple movement caused his meridians to convulse, and he could not control the slight Trembling.

"master!"

Mingzhu slammed the door open, put the porridge in his hand on the table, walked over with a tense face, and helped him up.

Lian Shen closed his eyes slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "...It's okay, close the window, it's very cold."

It was already June, the sun was shining outside, the passers-by wore thin clothes, and the young man was still covered with a quilt, but his body was as cold as cold jade.

"Yes."

Mingzhu closed the window, his heart sank, Master was not so afraid of the cold before, is it because he hasn't recovered yet this time?

"How about Jing Jue?"

"His Royal Highness, Wuyu, has left along the water a few days ago, and is now in Jinling like the master."

Lian Shen paused slightly: "Jinling?"

Mingzhu explained the whole story, including Fengke's pills, and finally said: "This subordinate met an old friend of yours, he was the one who found you first, and he needed his help to settle you down properly. "

The master didn't want to be exposed in front of the prince, and he couldn't go back because of the situation at that time, so he could only come to Jinling.

An old friend who will appear in Jinling at this time.

Lian Shenwei was silent for a long time, "...what's his name?"

"It's better to ask me directly." A cold voice sounded.

The black-clothed swordsman stepped in, his eyes fell on the pale young man on the bed with a dazed expression.

"Sleep."

……

["Who else is better than you?"

The drunken old Taoist slapped his thigh and stared at the stern young man with an ugly face.

"Of course it's Xi Mian, that's a true martial arts genius, let me tell you, among your peers, you only need to defeat him," the old Taoist pointed to the sky, "You will be number one in the standings soon after. "

The young Qiu Che clenched his sword tightly: "I will defeat him, where is he?"

The old Taoist casually pointed to Jinling.

So he went there, searched for three full months, and found Xi Mian on the Phoenix Terrace.

Phoenix Terrace has a new wine called Qing Ye Candle, only the No.1 who wins the competition can be the first person to taste the wine.

He found rest just as the flowers were blooming in spring.

That man was lazily leaning under the tree of the Phoenix Terrace, wearing a small half mask, drunk among the flowers, he put aside the famous Cangshan sword, and had a blue hole pinned on his waist.

He woke people up with sword energy and issued a challenge letter.

Originally, I wanted to find a serious day, and wait until this person sobered up to play well.

Unexpectedly, after accepting his challenge with a smile, the half-drunk boy brushed off the petals from his hair, drew his sword on the spot, picked up a flower at random with the tip of the sword, and the awe-inspiring sword energy was instantly released.

With a few understatement moves, Qiu Che was defeated.

Xi Mian said: "Your sword intent is very interesting, but it's too immature."

After saying that, he rubbed his eyes sleepily, and after drinking the remaining few sips of Qing Yezhu, he tiptoed and left here, not knowing where to hide.

The young Qiu Che stood where he was.

For the first time, he clearly knew how big the gap between the word genius and ordinary talented people was.

Although he is about fourteen or fifteen years old, Xi Mian treats him like a junior.

It was their first competition, Xi Mian didn't ask his name, it was like defeating an ordinary passerby.

For the next half a year, he was looking for sleepless challenges almost every day.

From the very beginning, Xi Mian was very interested, but later became very annoying, and finally hid directly at Feng's house.

It wasn't until he broke through under the pressure in the ranking battle of the year before last, and his sword intent improved to a higher level, ranking second, and he was undefeated in a fight with Xi Mian, who was the number one, that he finally caught his eye.

He half-kneeled on the ground in embarrassment, the tip of his sword touched the ground, he could hardly hold the hilt, trembling violently.He barely tried a few times, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Xi Mian retracted his sword, stretched out his hand towards him, his eyes were serious: "Friend, what is your name?"

The young Qiu Che took a breath, shook off the blood on his hand, gritted his teeth and held it, and said coldly, "Chou Che."

"I will beat you."

Xi Mian was taken aback, then smiled: "Okay."

Gradually, they became each other's only rivals among their peers. When they were young, they were full of vigor and sympathy, and their friendship of sympathy was forged.

At that time, Feng Ke, he, and Xi Mian traveled around the rivers and lakes together without restraint.

Feng Ke is the heir of the Feng family, Xi Mian is the second son of Fudu Mountain Villa, and Qiu Che is dependent on his younger brother Qiu Cheng, who is dedicated to learning. Their backgrounds are really inferior to the two of them.

But no one cares.

Qiu Che never took the initiative to learn about the family backgrounds of the two of them, nor did he go to their homes.

To him, a friend is a friend.

It was Xi Mian who took the initiative to take his younger brother Qiu Cheng, who was studying in Jinling, to live in Fudu Mountain Villa, and told him with a smile that after he left Fudu Mountain Villa, his elder sister was very boring, and Qiu Cheng stayed there to help him coax him My sister is happy.

Xi Mian occasionally gets in the mood, and after a fight, he will play a tune or two with the flute.

On the eve of another competition, Xi Mian Yiyi received a letter. After reading the letter, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly said: "I owe you a competition."

just left.

After that, there was the news that Fudu Mountain Villa was massacred.

With blood on his hands, Xi Mian came to him holding the body of his younger brother Qiu Cheng, his eyes were red and his eyes were empty.

"Fudu Villa, 230 seven corpses, your brother... bears my name."

"Chou Che, I'm sorry, I owe you."

There are 230 more graves in Fudu Villa. The world doesn't know the relationship between Ximian and Fudu Villa. They only know that Ximian chased and killed half of the rivers and lakes like crazy, and single-handedly killed the man who fell into the moon.

During that time, whenever the Cangshan Sword was mentioned, there would be a frightening ruthlessness in the conversation.

For the next ten years, Chou Che never saw him again. ]

Until now.

Qiu Che took out the tightly wrapped Cangshan Sword, untied the cloth strip, handed it over, and said slowly: "You said it yourself, a swordsman will never discard his sword."

"Chou Che."

The young man leaned against the bed and smiled weakly, "I am no longer a swordsman."

The owner of the Cangshan Sword died ten years ago.