Zixu Changqing

In the firewood room, Sun Changqing took the words: "In a life-and-death duel, it doesn't matter whether you live or die from now on, and you can settle the matter with a clean knife."

"Ah?" Qing Ling was taken aback, unable to believe it: "Will Ji Zi agree?"

Wu Zixu looked at Meng Ze, who also opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Wu Zixu didn't stop talking: "This is just speculation, let's wait and see what happens, Miss Qing, I'll take you back."

Qing Ling smiled: "Okay, there is Mr. Lao Wu."

The two of them went back along the way they came. They walked hurriedly, and they were almost back to her residence. Qingling looked at Wu Zixu's back, hoping that the road would be longer.

When she was distracted, a slippery and moving creature suddenly stepped on her feet, Qingling's heart stopped beating, and she fell backwards, closing her eyes tightly and waiting for the fall.

A hand suddenly caught him and placed it on his back. It was big, dry and warm, generous and powerful.

Qingling opened her eyes tremblingly, and fell into the gaze of the person in front of her without any precautions. The person in front of her looked gentle and concerned, like a pool of rippling spring water, making people willing to drown in it.

The living creature "croaked" and jumped away. It was a frog.

Wu Zixu helped her stand up, and said in a low voice, "Miss Qing, are you alright?"

Qingling took a deep breath and smiled: "It's okay, thank you sir."

Wu Zixu sent Qingling to the door, and handed over the medicine box in his hand. Qingling took the medicine box and asked, "Mr. Wu, when are you going back to Meili? Is it convenient to go with you then?"

Her tone was relaxed and her face was casual, but the fingers behind her were clenched tightly.

Wu Zixu smiled and said, "It's only a few days, I'll tell Miss Qing when the time comes."

Wu Zixu turned around, Qingling looked at his back, and refused to blink.

Wu Zixu thought of something again, turned around, Qingling shuddered, blinked and smiled, "What's wrong? Mr. Wu."

Wu Zixu felt that Miss Qing was weird, but her daughter's thoughts were always inexplicable, so he said: "It's cold at night, Miss Qing should go back to the house early."

"Okay." Qingling waved her hand with her usual expression, "It's dark and the road is slippery, so walk slowly."

Wu Zixu smiled, turned around and left.

As if they really answered their words, on the second day, news spread in the mansion that Ji Zi was going to duel with Meng Ze in three days' time.

An uncle of the king, with a high position and power, the youngest son of Yanling, and respected status, but now he is willing to lower his figure to confront a poor yellow-haired boy, regardless of life or death. This news shocked everyone. For three days, Congmu did his duty, Stopped wave after wave of people trying to dissuade Ji Zha, exhausted.

These people couldn't persuade Ji Zha, so some came to Meng Ze, trying to make him give up the duel with gold and silver, but Meng Ze kicked them out.

Finally on the third day, the gates of Jizha's mansion were closed, and everyone in the mansion gathered in the front yard. On the martial arts arena, Meng Ze and Jizha stood with their swords.

"Please!"

Meng Ze looked serious, cupped his fists in front of him, and saluted.

"Please!"

Ji Zha looked solemn, cupped his fists in front of him, and returned the salute.

The swords of the two collided, and Meng Ze slashed indiscriminately. Ji Zha was also in his sixtieth year and had not recovered from his serious injury. In the first fight between the two, Meng Ze had the upper hand.The young man's sword is brave, slashing and slashing straight forward, but Jizha's swordsmanship is better, and he has always been in a defensive position, barely resisting the slashing and avoiding its edge.

Blood oozes from Ji Zha's clothes, it's because his wound is ruptured, Qingling is watching, her brows twitching, although she knows the timing is wrong, she still has the urge to jump up and tie him up, doctor Parents, Ji Zha's wounds have been bandaged by her own hands in the past few days, and now they are all ruined.

Ji Zha gradually turned from defense to offense, Qingling breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his concerns for Meng Ze. The situation of this child is actually more dangerous. A young man wins in strength and vigor. He couldn't beat Ji Zi at the beginning, so wouldn't it be worse later on? Can't win?

If he loses, the child will die, but if he wins, Ji Zi will die.

Qingling lowered her head and clutched her medicine box tightly. She is a doctor, so she shouldn't think about this problem.

On the martial arts arena, both of them suffered several sword wounds on their clothes, hands and feet. Meng Ze had no time to dodge, and received another sword wound on his back.He turned around and slashed at Jizha's chest. Jizha slashed with a sword from above. He didn't dodge, but Jizha quickly dodged. The sword didn't hurt Meng Ze, but Meng Ze stabbed Jizha in the chest instead. .

Meng Ze has an advantage in a duel, that is, he does not plan to live, but has the heart of death.But Ji Zha still wants to live, he is not desperate for life, he accepts the duel because he feels ashamed, and he is willing to use this opportunity to settle grievances in exchange for peace of mind, even if he dies because of this, he will have no regrets, but he will not go to the duel by himself When the sword blade hits, if you see the sword stabbing, you must dodge it.

He is not afraid of death, but he will not take the initiative to seek death.

The two fought for several more rounds, Ji Zha cut Meng Ze's arm, Meng Ze fell on his back, and the sword came out of his hand, Ji Zha caught up and stabbed Meng Ze's chest and abdomen with the sword——

The child's face is so immature——

In a flash of lightning, Jizha's sword missed.

Ji Zha didn't even react, his sword had already pierced the ground against Meng Ze's face, Meng Ze stomped on Ji Zha's body, Ji Zha fell down in pain, Meng Ze quickly picked up the sword that was attached to his body The sword rushed forward, but before Jizha could move, the tip of the sword was pointed at the throat.

The sword light is piercing.

"stop--!"

"Ji Zi—"

"Don't touch Ji Zi!"

Ji Zha had originally ordered his servants to stop the people around him, but at this moment even the servants rushed over and surrounded him.

Congmu didn't dare to move, looking at the tip of the sword, he was terrified: "Young man, please do me a favor and let Ji Zi go! If you want my life, I will give it to you..."

"Shut up!" Ji Zha said angrily, "Go aside!"

Dueling is respected, and such scenes are rarely seen in ordinary duels.

The veins on the wooden forehead twitched, but he didn't dare to say another word, the servant took him aside and looked at each other eagerly.

Meng Ze looked at the long sword, and Ji Zha's old face was reflected on the blade. Ji Zha sighed and looked up at Meng Ze.

Meng Ze was silent for a while, just now Ji Zha missed it, and he felt a little bit.

This man ruined his family, but let him go once in a life-and-death duel.

Meng Ze said with difficulty: "Just now...why did you let me go?"

Ji Zha was taken aback, and thought for a while: "You are too young."

Meng Ze said angrily, "This is a duel!"

Ji Zha smiled, closed his eyes and said nothing.

This is a duel, and I should have respected you.

But I couldn't make it work.

I'm indeed indecisive, but now that I'm in my sixtieth year, I probably won't be able to change it in the future.

Meng Ze's sword suddenly lifted up to his chin, and Ji Zha's jaw hurt, so he lifted it up.

Meng Ze's sword still didn't move, and Ji Zha slowly opened his eyes, only to see the child biting his lips and crying.

There were many abrasions on his face, and there was also a lot of blood and mud, his lips were chapped, and tears dripped down his face.

When he was assassinated that day, he was crying; seeing him today, he was still crying.

Ji Zha sighed in his heart, how could this child be so soft-hearted?If he hadn't met him, how could he have avenged him?

But this is a good boy, and he has a responsibility to get to where he is today.

Jizha sighed, "I'm sorry."

Meng Ze looked up at Ji Zha.

Ji Zha said, "I'm sorry for your parents, and I'm sorry for you, too."

If he did it all over again, he would definitely be a little more cautious, and a little more cautious.

"It's late!" Meng Ze said angrily.

Meng Ze gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and swung the sword down.

Blood splattered.

Meng Ze opened his eyes, and said harshly, "Clear both grievances and grievances!"

There was an extra wound on Jizha's shoulder, and he rushed over from the wood and surrounded Jizha, weeping with joy.

Several medical workers hurried up to treat Ji Zha's injuries.

Meng Ze turned around. In the past few days, countless people have come to tell him how noble Jizha is, how many political achievements he has made in Yanling over the years, and what happened to your parents is really no one else's fault.

Then his family deserved what they deserved for falling into this situation?

He wandered for three years, thinking about his father, his mother, and the happy days before. He thought, if Ji Zha hadn't banned alcohol, would the situation be different then?

Would it have been different if Ji Zha hadn't posted the notice?

This kind of thought was like a spark, which lit up in his miserable life and gave him a way forward.

He really wanted to kill his enemies.

Finally, when he was about to stab, he closed his eyes.

Let the heavens decide. If the sword hits him, the heavens will kill him. If he survives by luck, it will be his fate.

In the end, the stab missed.

Then... let's settle the grievances and grievances.

Meng Ze lowered his head, turned and left.

Everyone made way for him, and he staggered and walked, his figure thin and emaciated.

He let Ji Zha go.