Rogue with a knife on the right

Seven-year-old Han Jingye picked up the wooden sword, his eyes were clear, and there was a trace of confusion when he raised them.

"I heard that the third young master of Zhongshan Hou's family is a swordsmanship prodigy. Seeing is worth seeing once." Prince Kaifeng is dressed in white, with a glazed button on his chest. He is not very old, but he speaks clearly and politely.He smiled and showed two beautiful canine teeth, and the winter sun shivered on his cheeks.

At that time, Han Jingye didn't know what was meant by "comity" and what was meant by "humility", so the crown prince asked him to accompany him in the sparring for a few times, he raised his sword and did his best, without giving his opponent any leeway.

The sound of wooden swords clashing echoed in the dojo.Several generals and princes sat around the hall, applauding and applauding, having fun.

Outside the door, ten-year-old Yin Qingxuan was looking through the crack of the door, and then the door closed tightly, with a loud bang, he backed away in fright, and it was his father King Yan who supported him.

"Since Linggu Pavilion doesn't accept him, we don't need to practice his sword skills." King Yan pulled him away, "You should practice double swords, and I will find the best master in Yanzhou for you."

Xiao Qingxuan turned back three times: "But they all learn swords in Linggu Pavilion, and I am also a royal family, why can't I?"

"You are different from them." The man said in a deep voice: "You are from Yanzhou, and from the northern border. The royal family does not allow us, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Why different? What's different about us!" he demanded.

Snapped!

A hot slap fell on the boy's immature cheek immediately, and Yin Qingxuan remembered the pain for a lifetime.

In the blink of an eye, eight years later, Spring Hunting.

In the past, children have grown into teenagers, with green clothes and white horses, full of carved bows, racing and galloping under the sky.The long wind brought their laughter, Yin Qingxuan saw Han Jingye letting go, a wild goose neighing down.

"Xuan'er, let's go." King Yan said to him.

Long past the age of asking "why" all the time, Yin Qingxuan just dimmed his eyes, followed his father to turn the horse's head, and walked through the vast grassland.

He is different from them.

"Xuan'er, you can do better than them, I know." His father patted him on the shoulder, his words were rarely full of affection.

......

kill!

He stabbed him, Han Jingye dodged, and the soldiers behind swept up, engulfing the bruised figure.

The pale sword shadow waved, and blood spurted out. Han Jingye stood in the middle of the corpse. As always, there was no sadness or anger on his face, only a kind of indifference that regarded death as home.

Yin Qingxuan wiped the blade, and put the handkerchief into his belt slowly.

He secretly learned the sword technique of Linggu Pavilion because he was unwilling.In those days, he practiced double knives during the day, and turned on the lamp to study at night, until every move and style of Linggu Pavilion was deeply imprinted in his mind.

During the fight, he was satisfied to see Han Jingye finally showing a look of surprise.

It's so cold, the north is so fucking cold, it's so cold to the bone.

Hua Dao took off the uniforms of the soldiers of Yan State and changed them on, when he suddenly heard a muffled sound.

He didn't put away his knife, and walked over following the sound, first he saw the blood in the snow, and then he saw the man.

Staff Officer Wang was lying on the branches of the camellia, turning his gaze around with difficulty.

"......flower......"

Needless to say, everything is clear.Huashima rushed over to check the wound, held his hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's me." Her teeth chattered.

Staff Officer Wang smiled: "Go and save...the captain." His hand dropped.

Huashima wiped his eyes for the man, and before he had time to mourn, he picked up the rusty knife and ran up.The cold wind gushed into the throat like a blade.

Must catch up!please!

When he climbed to the top, he saw the men surrounding the center at a glance.Han Jingye used a knife as a stick to barely support himself, blood dripping down his arm.

Huashima was glad that he was still alive, and then shouted:

"team leader!"

From Yin Qingxuan's point of view, Huadao was a soldier who appeared out of nowhere and resisted his dagger desperately.The man held down his hat, revealing only his tightly pursed lips.

The blade scraped, and there was a rattling in the ear, Huashima withdrew with a strange footwork, and struck at an incredible angle.Yin Qingxuan couldn't see his path of the knife clearly, so he dodged quickly, but he still couldn't avoid getting a wound.

Huadao lifted his hat and turned to look at Han Jingye.Just as he was about to say something, An Dinghou suddenly appeared in his sight!Taking advantage of Huadao's unpreparedness, he attacked directly, and in a flash, the tip of the knife pierced straight through his left shoulder, and there was a dull sound when it sank into the body.

Just a split second.

Hua Dao couldn't believe it and froze.Hou An Ding pulled the knife out from the flesh, and only then did he feel a burst of pain.

All the groans were stuck in the throat, replaced by the surging smell of blood.Slowly, he fell into the snow.

Anding Hou raised his hands again, aiming at his heart.

Can't die.

Huashima supported the last ray of sobriety, and reached out to touch the cold piece of iron.

gun!And guns!

He barely had time to aim, and slammed the engine plate upwards.

boom!

The gunfire was deafening.

A wisp of blue smoke drifted away.

Anding Hou was shot through his thigh, and his huge body fell down.

Hua Dao struggled to get up, and bumped into the soldier of Yan State head-on——the moment he shot, a cold light chopped off his head.

Han Jingye still kept stabbing his sword, his black hair covered his expression, and a bloodstain was shockingly splashed on the white satin on his forehead.

Without any extra surprises or doubts, he supported Huadao so that he could have a support.

"Can you go?"

"Yes." Huashima touched his face, which was covered with sticky blood stains, "I...I know a way to go."

"it is good."

Huadao felt that Han Jingye's answer at this time was rare and gentle.

"Shoot!" Yin Qingxuan ordered.Bullets rained down on them.

Han Jingye led him across the stone wall, holding his waist tightly with one hand, and protecting the back of his head with the other. The two of them rolled downhill at high speed, breaking the vegetation where they passed, and dragging a dazzling bloodstain in the white snow.

His back hit the tree trunk, Han Jingye stopped and helped Huadao up.

"Leave me alone...you go." Huashima said.

The man stubbornly bit off a piece of the placket to wrap it up. At this moment, two guns pressed against his back.

"You have nowhere to escape." The soldier of Yan State declared.

Han Jingye's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't stop what he was doing.For some reason, Huashima wanted to cry a little.

He remembered the things he regretted in his life.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly the bullet pierced the soldier's temple, and the sound of footsteps gradually became clear——

It's Jiannan!The kid was holding a rifle, his hands were still shaking.

"Captain! Huashima!"

He stumbled as he ran: "Our car is right below!"

"Alive" seems like a distant word.

Huashima only remembered being carried onto a truck, and she seemed to hear a woman's voice in a blur.

"Don't go to the south gate! Go to the west gate! The gate is loose over there, we can rush out." Xiuli directed.

In the end, he also failed to know the end of the woman who saved them all.

It was a long time later that he learned from Xiaopan that the truck ran into a sentry not far from the country of Yan, and Xiuli got out of the car to talk, and never came back.

Only a pair of lavender embroidered shoes remained in the snow.

Maybe he was suffering from a high fever, half asleep and half awake, he seemed to have returned to Penglai, the place that symbolizes fate.

Master stood on the rock and waited, with birds resting on his shoulders and hands.

"You're finally here." He smiled. "An old friend told me three months ago that we have guests today."

Huashima was puzzled, and finally realized that the master was not speaking to him, but to the visitor from the east.

It was a fair-skinned young man, quiet, so quiet that it made people tempted.His eyes couldn't tell what the color was, they were black in layers, from deep to light.

He must have traveled a long distance and his lips were chapped, so Master took off the water bottle on his waist and handed it over, and he took a sip.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's a sin to violate the destiny of reincarnation."

"If it's a sin, I will bear it alone." He said firmly.

"People who are reborn will not retain the memories of their previous lives. I have to remind you that if we meet again in the future, you will just be strangers who met by chance."

The boy's eyes became sad, but he still nodded.

"Some things, what if you do it all over again? People just do it over and over again."

"I want him...to live happily this time."

"Can you not disturb each other for the rest of your life?"

"..."

"Just like these birds." The old man raised his index finger, and a sparrow perched on it: "Let them be free, and they will be truly happy."

"I'm willing to do anything, please, let him come back." The young man knelt down, tears streaming down his cheeks and hitting the soft sand.

"Obsession."

Huadao saw Master stretching out a hand, the wind suddenly picked up, and the waves roiled.

"You must give in exchange what is most precious."

There is a crumbling red wall deep in the palace, weeds cover the dilapidated palace, and the little eunuchs hurried past while rubbing their hands.

"Did you know? The Kingdom of Yan is planning to go to war! He killed our envoy, and even the son of Marquis Zhongshan seemed to—"

"Hey wait, did you hear the singing?" Interrupted, several people stopped and listened together.

The scarlet charm burns brightly, worry invades my heart;

It's better to go back to the hometown...

A faint singing sound came from the deserted palace, eerily sad.

"It's Zhu Sitong's voice! I heard from my adoptive father that he lives here."

"What song is he singing?"

"The congratulatory speech for the Winter Moon Festival is called "Thousand Lights". "

"Is it the Winter Moon Festival held in Heze every year?"

"Yeah, the one who cut off the crown prince's head, do you remember?"

The scarlet charm burns brightly, worry invades my heart;

It is better to return to the hometown than to raise the lanterns and fold the flowers to cross the gods.

Where to find the ghost under the spring, the fate of the previous life is not exhausted;

The flowers are scattered and the bottom is falling, and the bell and chime sound in the spare time.

......

The singing is accompanied by the rhythmic sound of the bell, hitting the temple one after another.Kai Feng was wearing shackles, his hands were bound by iron chains, and a dying old cow was pulling him forward.

"Is that the prince?"

"What crime did he commit to be beheaded?"

People pointed at him, and he heard all kinds of absurd rumors, but he didn't guess a single one, so he laughed it off.

The red light intertwined with the dark sky, creating a slightly fishy night.Both sides of the long road are decorated with lights and festoons, and there are densely packed zutapos filled with scriptures. People burn paper money and wear monster masks, like a pile of walking skeletons moving slowly in one direction following the Chinese chariot.

In the middle of the crowd, stood a red oil-paper umbrella abruptly.

Kai Feng looked over and met the eyes of the person holding the umbrella.

He was still so pale, like the moonlight on an autumn night falling on the path, as thin as a cicada's wing.

There is no rain tonight, so he holds an umbrella to see him off.

Looking back, it has been a hundred years.

Kai Feng moved his lips and said silently: "See you in the next life."

He looked up at the sky, the sky of the Dahe Dynasty, the eternity is like a long night.