Chapter 5 Swordsmith

"It really is a good sword..." Playing with it for a long time, with a sigh, a pair of slender and jade-like hands gently held a brilliant scarlet Hidden Sword, and handed it back to its owner, "Peerless in its light, piercing to the bone— —Only someone like Miss Jing can suppress Xuewei's murderous aura." The scarlet-clothed woman known as "Miss Jing" just smiled, put the crimson dagger into her sleeve noncommittally, and casually picked up a chest that was not too long to fit from the shelf next to it, which was lined with swords. The sword, playing with it carefully: "It turns out that casting a sword is also at the right time and place - now it is April, so that's why Fairy Yin cast this 'national beauty'?"

The pocket sword was obviously newly forged, the freshly drawn edge had not drank blood, especially since it was jerky.The handle is finely carved with ebony patterns, filled with lacquer gold, and made into the shape of a peony in full bloom, with the word "national color" engraved on one side, it is so charming and beautiful, it is not like a murder weapon, but It is a treasure played by the famous concubine of your family. Ah Jing breathed lightly, and blew a strand of hair towards the edge of the blade, watching it parted from both sides of the blade soundlessly. Only the peony is truly national, and the capital moves when it blooms.

The sword is the national color, and the swordsmith is also called the national hand. The person in front of her was Yin Liuzhu, a female swordsmith from the Yin family in Longquan who was as famous as Shao Kongzi. This woman was born in a Longquan sword-making family, and she has been living in seclusion in Chuihua Xiaozhu for many years, specializing in making swords for Tingxuelou.The sharp weapon she forged has been passed down to the world, and she specializes in piercing the heroes of the princes, making her invincible. However, this mysterious swordsmith who is famous all over the world is a beautiful woman in her youth.

Yin Liuzhu was standing by the raging fire, dressed in purple, with tight sleeves, long black hair tied in a bun on the top of his head, each tied with a silk flower of gold and silver leaves, hair tied around the ear with thin gold wire It is woven into dozens of strands and hangs around the neck, with a piece of red cinnabar dotted between the eyebrows. It is graceful and graceful, like a dignified lady from a rich family. However, her fingers are slender and stable, and she manipulates the heavy hammer with ease, as light as nothing, and her eyes are so deep that she can't see the bottom, like a silent abyss, on which are reflected a thousand kinds of dreams.

"Fairy Yin is worthy of being a member of the Yin family in Longquan. She forges a good sword—I'm afraid that in a few years, even Xuewei may not be able to resist the sword forged by Fairy." Ah Jing lightly flicked his sword, Listening to it's soft chants, sighed, "It's just... why are they so exquisite and delicate, so they can't be grasped? It seems that only women are suitable for use-now this world is dominated by men, such weapons , I am afraid it will not be convenient for the world to spread in the future, right?" "Forging swords is just a life-saving skill for my concubine. It doesn't matter if it's passed down to the world." Yin Liuzhu stood beside the burning steel furnace, tucked his temples, and a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Anyway, I'm next Yue has left the court, and it is impossible to do sword casting anymore. After an acquaintance, let this 'national beauty' be left to Miss Jing, although it is not as good as Xuewei, it can also be talked about as a souvenir."

The heavy hammer hit the chopping block, sending sparks flying. Amidst the crisp sound of iron, Ah Jing put away the small sword, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth——this kind of woman is worthy of the word Lan Xinhui, and it seems that she is only suitable for holding a silver needle in a deep boudoir. Looking at female red, or persistently teasing the parrot on the stand with a jade spoon. However, at this moment, this frail woman was holding a piece of red-hot fine iron that was no more than one foot long in her hand. With the other hand, she kept hitting the cutting board with a heavy hammer, picked it up from time to time, and put it back to the original place to continue forging.The fire reflected her beautiful face red, and there was a slight sweat on her forehead.

While waiting for the end of the new round of melting, she finally got some leisure, straightened her waist and sighed to Ah Jing: "Xiying Xuewei, Wushuang sharp weapon, I'm afraid it has spirituality, it's not just about its sharpness... I After exhausting all my efforts, I am afraid that I will not be able to forge such magical weapons, I can only forge some vulgar objects for assassination and death." While talking, she grabbed something from a basket in the corner, ignored its struggle, took a small knife, cut her throat with one knife, opened it, and let a series of colorless water-like liquid drip down. In a stone trough filled with cold spring water.

"Nine Underworld Spirit Snake?!" Ah Jing blurted out, looking at the snake that was still struggling in the female swordsmith's hand.The snake's mouth was opened, the sharp knife cut the snake's gums, and the venom dripped from the parotid glands into the stone groove. Liu Zhu didn't answer, and when the venom was exhausted, she threw it away with her hands, then bent over and picked up a snake, but it was a bamboo leaf green. I don't know how long it took, after all the snakes in the basket were used up, Liu Zhu turned around, quickly picked up the iron bar, which was not too long, from the burning iron stove, and quickly immersed it in the venom of the stone trough.

"Hiss—" The white mist rose rapidly from the trough, like the sound of a poisonous snake vomiting a letter suddenly! The red-hot iron slowly turned gray and cold in the clear venom. Before it cooled completely, Liu Zhu quickly transferred it to the anvil, and raised the hammer to strike it thinly and quickly. Ah Jing just watched from the side, the shape of the gradually formed iron under those slender hands changed rapidly, as if by magic, it showed the shape of a hairpin—it turned out that what Yin Liuzhu cast this time was not a sword, but a hairpin hairpin? Ah Jing took a breath silently, and looked a little solemnly: "Who did you call to make you worry so much?"

At Liuzhu, put the one-foot-long hairpin into the venom again to temper it, and then pick up the side of the hairpin that had already been beaten with a small hammer, and forged the two together with molten gold.A lifelike golden phoenix is ​​coiled around the shaped hairpin. The female swordsmith lifts it out of the water, carefully processes and polishes it on the table, and strings it with crystal jewels, just like a beautiful handicraft. However, the tip of the hairpin is extremely sharp, glowing with a faint blue color, like the letter spit out by a poisonous snake. "I use it myself..." Strangely, Liu Zhu lowered his head and smiled, with a faint dark color in his eyes, "I used the hairpin on my head when I got married - tell me, can you do it well?"

After putting on the beads, Cuihua shook, shining brightly.Pick it up, and swipe it—— "Hey!" The frame made of pig iron was scratched more than an inch deep by the delicate and gorgeous hairpin!Moreover, where the golden hairpin passed, the white iron turned thick black, sizzling, and corroding rapidly. "Liu Zhu?!" Ah Jing's complexion changed, and he blurted out, "You—could it be, could it be used to deal with the Nangong family..." "Miss Jing." After interrupting her, Liu Zhu suddenly raised his head to look at her, and said softly, "My family was unlucky when I was young, and I was bullied and both my parents died—I heard that Xue Lou took me in for six years, and I have an appointment with Xiao Lou. , Thirty-six swords were cast for repayment. Now that the sword has been forged, it is time for Lord Xiao to fulfill his promise and let Liu Zhu leave." Ah Jing's eyes dimmed, but he didn't speak. She knew everything about Liu Zhu's past, and she also knew what this woman had been pursuing for six years. Xiao Yiqing rescued this orphan girl when the entire Yin family was wiped out, in order to take advantage of her sword-making skills.But now, the oath of that year has come to an end. She came to Chuihua Xiaozhu today, and she was actually ordered by the host to count the number of swords before Liu Zhu left - Xiao Yiqing didn't seem to have any intention to hold back the swordsmith's departure. "However, Mr. Wugou of the Nangong family seems to really want to marry you." Ah Jing sighed softly, stroking the rows of peerless swords cast on the shelf, "Do you remember that he came to the building?" , the look in your eyes when I saw you for the first time?" "He is my enemy." Suddenly, Liu Zhu interrupted her through gritted teeth, repeating word for word, "He is my enemy." She held the highly poisonous gold hairpin in her hand, looked at it in front of her eyes, and repeated as if to convince herself: "He is my enemy—he is my enemy!" However, after such gnashing of teeth every word, there was a kind of trembling sound that wanted to cry without tears. Sighing, Ah Jing stopped talking and left quietly. Inside the door, the female swordsmith was still repeating in a low voice, and suddenly couldn't help covering her face and weeping bitterly. The scene six years ago was like words branded into steel, accompanied by scorching heat and stinging pain, unforgettable. On the day of the extermination of the family, when she was only thirteen years old, her mother stuffed a book, pushed her out of the window desperately, and ran away staggeringly alone.She knew that what she stuffed into her bosom was the family's "Shen Bingpu", which recorded all the experience of the Yin family in Longquan for a hundred years of sword making. She climbed over the railing on all fours and onto the grass in the garden. There was a twisted and hoarse cry from behind, it was the last sound of the relatives struggling desperately before the impending emergency.Hearing those heart-piercing shouts, she didn't dare to turn her head back. She gritted her teeth and ran out desperately, trying to escape from the pool of blood that was being slaughtered. "Ninny, run away...Remember, sooner or later, you will use your own sword to stab your enemy's heart!" Her mother's last exhortation echoed in her ears, and the thirteen-year-old she walked through the verdant trees in the garden, stumbled, her eyes were full of fear of death.It was too late to think about revenge; the only thing she could think of was how to escape from this Asura hell and escape those killings and bloodshed. The back door to the garden is already in sight. However, while walking through the blooming clump of gorse, her long hair suddenly got caught in a branch! She choked with sobs, and while trembling, she tried her best to tear at her hair, which was carefully maintained on weekdays.However, the plump long hair was tightly twisted on the flower branch, and the golden bells tied with the hair made a crisp sound every time she pulled it hard, like the mockery of death.She looked back frequently in horror, looking at the enemy who gradually narrowed the search circle—the people of the Nangong family, who had already started to clean up the scene after slaughtering her entire family. ——Too late, too late! She pulled her long hair, trembling with tears all over her face, her mind went blank. Suddenly, the bushes around him suddenly rustled, and a person came out quietly. "Ah—" she blurted out in surprise, her voice was cut off by Jian Guang halfway through. "Shua!" Suddenly, his hand was empty, leaving only a handful of broken hair. When Jian Guang retracted, she suddenly turned her head and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing beside her, holding a sword and looking at her.On the other end of the sword, there are tens of thousands of black threads entwined on the branches, and the golden bell rope that binds her hair that has been cut into two sections. She was stunned, looking at this young man who came out of the flowers quietly - who is he? However, she heard him open his mouth and only said one word: "Run away!" Before she had time to think about it, she just stood up in a daze, staggered desperately and ran out. A few months later, she met Miss Jing from Tingxuelou in her wanderings, and was brought back to Luoyang by her, where she met the legendary Tingxuelou and signed a contract with him. During the season when peonies are in full bloom, she becomes a person without a past, living incognito in Chuihua Xiaozhu, forging one after another of murderous weapons for the dragon among men, assassinating princes and heroes, and pacifying the martial arts world. As a price, Tingxuelou also inquired about all the details of her family being wiped out, including the identity of the boy who let her go. His name is Nangong Wugou, the eldest son of the Nangong family. He was only sixteen years old at the time, but he had already fought with his elders in the rivers and lakes for many years, and made great contributions to making the Nangong family one of the four great families in the south of the Yangtze River.And he was also one of the backbones of the operation to destroy the Yin family in Longquan. Soon after, Tingxuelou dominated the rivers and lakes, leveling the north and the south.Among the four great families in the south of the Yangtze River, the Lei family in Thunder Hall was wiped out, the Murong family in Gusu fled overseas, and the Hua family in Jinling abandoned martial arts to pursue literature—only the Nangong family in Lin’an was safe and sound, and successfully became the largest sub-helm of Tingxuelou in the south. Half of the rivers and mountains south of the Yangtze River. And the boy under the flower tree has become a well-known overlord in the martial arts six years later. If...he was originally from the enemy's side, why did he say that word to her at that time? This question has been lingering in her heart for a long time, she has been asking herself non-stop - the blood all over the sky has obliterated all the memories of the past, but the eyes of the boy under the flower tree are engraved there like a brand, from the pool of blood Floating out clearly, he looked at her quietly. Those eyes seemed to be pitch-black, bottomless, without the slightest emotion, looking at the trembling and crying self with disheveled hair, he said a word softly: escape. He let her go.However, he is still her enemy. For six years, she lived in the Blowing Flower House, tempering those swords with the hatred and anger in her heart, and her sword-making skills became more and more sophisticated.But no one knew that every time she forged one, she imagined that the sword pierced into the heart of the enemy. On the day when the thirty-fifth sword "National Color" was cast, she finally let out a long breath: according to the contract with the landlord, as long as she casts another sword, and the number is thirty-six, she The desire for revenge can be fulfilled. However, she didn't start to cast the last one, but was summoned by Master Xiao. "Lord, I'm almost fulfilling my promise." She crouched under the white stone steps and spoke to the tall man, unable to hide the enthusiasm in her heart, "Soon, it will be your turn to fulfill the original promise!" "It's been six years... Is the fire of revenge in your heart still so strong?" On the high platform, the man smiled, fingering the white tassels on his temples with his slender fingers, leisurely looking at the verdant green outside the window, and vomited leisurely. He said, "In that case, I will marry you to Mr. Wugou from the Nangong family..." "The landlord—" If she was struck by lightning, she raised her head abruptly, unable to believe her hearing. The landlord said that he wanted to marry her to that person?To marry that Wugou son from the Nangong family? Amidst the great shock, there was a faint trace of inexplicable joy, but it was fleeting.how can!Want her... to marry that enemy, to be the wife of the person whose hands are stained with the blood of her own relatives? "Don't worry about whether the Nangong family is willing or not to this marriage - no one dares to disobey my order." His eyes fell on the trembling figure of the woman, but a smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Yiqing's mouth, and he spoke slowly, "Liu Zhu , you can forge the last sword—take it to Nangong's house, as a dowry I will give you." Yin Liuzhu raised his head, looked at the snow-white robe on the height, and suddenly felt some kind of trembling fear. In such an indifferent and alienated tone, there was an irresistible momentum, which made her unable to resist. On April 15th, when Luoyang peonies are in full bloom, it is advisable to get married. "Lord, Miss Jing, lords, I'm leaving." Facing the two dragons and phoenixes sitting in the high place of the pavilion, Yin Liuzhu, who was wearing a red wedding dress, knelt down at the steps, kowtowed, and looked up at the steps. Several landlords on the Internet said loudly. It seemed that she announced to everyone that she had left Tingxue Building since then. Her eyes were clear and piercing - Ah Jing knew that it was the decision of someone who was going to die. "Liu Zhu..." Sitting on the high couch, the woman with a light veil suddenly sighed and couldn't help standing up. "Let her go." The landlord in white next to her turned over his palm and pressed her hand, his tone was indifferent, "That's the way she wants to go, why don't you bother." Ah Jing frowned slightly, said nothing, and sat back slowly. Liu Zhu bowed his head again and kowtowed three times as a repayment for Tingxuelou's kindness in taking him in these past few years, then, without looking back, he walked towards the sedan chair of Nangong's family who came to welcome his relatives. The long black hair fluttered in the wind, swaying with the beautiful golden steps-every step. Suddenly, everyone only felt that the shadow in the building moved, and they couldn't see what was passing by. They only heard Liu Zhu's soft call, and stopped at the door.The bride subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her sideburns, it was empty, her face was pale at the moment, she turned her head and asked in surprise, "Miss Jing?" Ah Jing sat where she was, as if she hadn't moved at all. She lowered her head and quietly looked at the golden step rock between her fingers, without opening her mouth.As she played with it, the tasseled crystal beads emitted a beautiful light. "Be careful!" Xiao Yiqing on the side was taken aback, grabbed her hand suddenly, took the gold hairpin away, and whispered, "It's poisonous." "Heh..." Ah Jing raised her eyes behind the veil, stared lightly at his face, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Sure enough...you knew it from the beginning, didn't you?" Listening to Xuezhu's eyes froze for a moment, finally let out a breath, and nodded. "I can't stay any longer?" Ah Jing said to the people around him in a very low voice with a slightly hoarse laugh, "Indeed. I don’t want to listen to the order of the building.” Xiao Yiqing raised her eyes, stared at her, and said calmly: "You should know my principles of doing things." Ah Jing laughed: "So, you want to use Liu Zhu's hand to get rid of him?" "Oh, what a joke." Xiao Yiqing sneered, with coldness on his lips and teeth, "With Yin Liuzhu's skill, how can he succeed? You and I know what kind of person Nangong Wugou is. I just want Nangong to kill her. " Ah Jing was stunned, and murmured: "Yes, killing Tingxuelou's bride...the Nangong family's crime is unforgivable." "It's not 'Nangong Family'. I don't want to be so desperate, it's not good for everyone." Xiao Yiqing shook her head, looking at the mighty welcoming team outside, "I just want to find an excuse to let Nangong Family marry Bring out their young master—a person like Nangong Wugou must never be left behind." Under the wings of the overlord, no ambition and disobedience are allowed to exist. Those who dare to challenge his authority and play tricks need to be eliminated one by one! But... In any case, it is absolutely impossible for Yin Liuzhu to survive, right? Ah Jing didn't speak, but stood up suddenly, grabbed the golden hairpin with split hands, and said to Liu Zhu who was standing in the corridor blankly: "You go, I won't give it back to you." Liu Zhu's hand trembled suddenly, and he looked over at a loss. Ah Jing put away the golden hairpin, with a deep meaning: "Bride, you can't get married with this kind of thing." With her hands empty, Yin Liuzhu was stunned for a long while, and suddenly she couldn't help but buried her head in her hipa and wept bitterly—it's gone... She had planned so hard for many years before she got a chance to assassinate her enemy, but everything happened in an instant. empty.Without this golden hairpin, she is a weak woman with bare hands, how could she be that person's opponent? Suddenly, the emptiness and lack of energy overwhelmed her and surrounded her. It was as if she was back under the old gorse, surrounded by screams and approaching enemies, but she had no strength to break free—for a moment, she only cried and trembled. "What's the matter?" Suddenly a red shadow flickered in the hallway, and the person who was supposed to stay on the horse rushed over and asked with concern. It's the groom.Nangong Wugou. Liu Zhu turned her head to see him, and took a step back in horror—the vaguely familiar face was close at hand, but there was a kind of concern in her eyes that couldn't be seen as deliberately pretending, and she asked earnestly. Does he not recognize her?Haven't you remembered the girl with disheveled hair under the broom for a long time? Now he came to marry only a female swordsmith from Tingxuelou who was ordered to accept as an adult. He had forgotten the past... and what about her? "Mr. Nangong, don't be surprised, it's just a marriage..." During the stalemate, Ah Jing smiled, looked at the bridegroom who was in a hurry, and said calmly, "This is an old rule, isn't it?" "Oh..." The groom let go of his hand inexplicably, looked at the crying bride with distress, picked up the hipa and wiped her tears, and turned to the bridesmaid: "Hurry up and help her into the sedan chair!" Liu Zhu turned around in a daze, let the bridesmaids pull her, and walked towards the wedding sedan chair. I don't know what to do, I want to die, but I am attached to something; I want revenge, but I know it is a cloud of smoke that has dissipated... Miss Jing took her golden hairpin, what should she do in the future?Forge another branch to assassinate your husband-in-law?Or...or is it just going to be wrong? Before she could think about this matter clearly, the bridesmaid helped her into the sedan chair, and the bearer lifted the sedan chair and set off. A large group of people welcoming the relatives walked out of the building in a whistling manner. The moment the curtain was lowered, she felt the groom on the horse glance at her.Those eyes are so similar: dark, bottomless, without the slightest emotion.It's like— Six years ago, the teenager looked at the struggling girl under the broom. "What have you done?" Nangong Wugou was inconvenient to say more when Nangong Wugou was around, but as soon as the welcoming team set off, Xiao Yiqing's anger could no longer be suppressed, and she turned to look at the woman in scarlet clothes beside her, "Did I miss you?" Is it a big deal, Ah Jing?" "Don't worry, Yin Liuzhu is eager for revenge, and he will probably cast another hairpin." Ah Jing put away the hairpin indifferently, carefully avoiding the sharp end, "I just want to procrastinate for a while." "Why?" Ting Xuezhu frowned. "She began to forge swords for you at the age of ten, and she has never been free for a moment." Ah Jing said coldly, and gave him a cold look. "So what if you let go of your hand a little bit and let her breathe in her lifetime?" "You—" Xiao Yiqing couldn't help the color change on her face.After a while, he changed his expression, smiled wryly and sighed: "It's really wishful thinking... Actually, this actually hurt her." Looking at the welcoming team walking to the door, his eyes were suddenly as cold as a knife's edge, and he sneered. "How to say?" Ah Jing was startled, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.It seems... From the very beginning, the Nangong family's attitude towards getting married was too much in favor - even though Nangong Wugou didn't dare to listen to Louzhu Xue after weighing the pros and cons, no matter what he said, with his temper, he would Shouldn't have behaved so submissively! "Didn't you see it?" Xiao Yiqing shook her head slightly, stood on the white building and looked at the mighty welcoming team with her hands behind her back, with a lot of meaning: "Such a huge welcoming team... really gave Tingxuelou a lot of face... ..." "You mean—" Ah Jing was startled, suddenly raised his head, and suddenly heard the sound of weapons! "Shua, Shua, Shua!" The procession of welcoming the bride suddenly stopped, the musicians, the palanquin bearers, the maids, and the bridesmaids all threw away their utensils, and quickly pulled out a sharp weapon out of nowhere! "Liu Zhu!" She blurted out and whispered, but saw Nangong Wugou tore open the auspicious clothes, revealing the strong clothes inside, pulled out the short sword from the boots, jumped off the horse, and shouted sharply: "Everyone! , Ting Xuelou is forcing me too far, the Nangong family is in this battle for survival! — Either Ting Xuelou will die, or we will die!" It turned out that Nangong Wugou was so shrewd, knowing that he was gradually cornered, did he preemptively strike?Dare to openly confront Tingxuelou, and launch an attack in the Luoyang headquarters, it is really audacious and reckless! Ah Jing's face changed, and without waiting for Xiao Yiqing's order, he fled out and hid in the green trees beside the building. "Ah Jing!" Louzhu Tingxue was startled, but he didn't care about her at the moment, he just turned his eyes back, slowly raised his hand without moving, and let out a low voice: "Do it!" As if appearing out of thin air, countless people in Tsing Yi appeared from around Tingxue Building like ghosts, outflanking the Bai, Bi, Zhu and Fei buildings, and immediately stopped everyone in the Nangong Family. ——Listen to Lou Zhu of Xue Lou, how can such a dragon among men be easily plotted against. "Xiao Yiqing..." Nangong Wugou's face turned pale when he saw the reversed form, and he burst out laughing, "As expected, you wanted our lives from the very beginning?! What are you talking about getting married—can't wait for the one you sent Did the bastard kill me?!" He reached into the sedan chair with his hand, grabbed the bride's long hair, dragged Liu Zhu out, and sneered at Xiao Yiqing: "She is the remnant of the Yin family, right? Do you think that after raising her for six years and sending her out, you can deceive her?" Passed me? Don't you know that I recognized it at the first sight!" He laughed loudly, put the dagger on Liu Zhu's throat, and retreated step by step. "Xiao Yiqing, you are a jackal!" As if driven to a dead end, he recklessly tore up all the past, "In order to monopolize the sword-making skills, you ordered us to destroy the Yin family and take this opportunity to take this woman as a For your own use—now that she is useless, you are going to use her hand to kill me?" The bride was roughly dragged, her long hair scattered all over the floor, her hands stretched forward helplessly, grabbing subconsciously in the air, but she couldn't grab anything. Every word that fell to her ears was a thunderbolt, which made her lose her mind. What?When the Nangong family destroyed the Yin family in Longquan, it was just following Tingxuelou's orders?That's how it is... that's how it is!No wonder she was taken in by Tingxuelou in less than half a month after she escaped for her life. No wonder that after Jiangnan was wiped out, only the Nangong family of the Four Great Aristocrats was able to survive under the collapse of the nest—it turned out that they had secretly surrendered to Tingxuelou early in the morning ! So... Nangong Wugou had deliberately planned to let him go? Forced her into desperation, she finally took refuge in Tingxuelou as a matter of course, and willingly forged a sword for her enemy for six years. "Destroy people all over the house, and you need an orphan to forge a sword for you!" Nangong Wugou dragged her back step by step, the blade rubbed against her throat, and laughed loudly, "Xiao Yiqing, how many times have you done such a thing? Jackal Not as vicious as you! You will have retribution—" Nangong Wugou laughed in his ear, with the madness and recklessness of the end. She just felt that she couldn't breathe, and there were countless swords twisting in her heart, twisting her lungs into thousands of pieces. It's all fake...it's all fake!Everyone is cheating on her.The little bit of tenderness and kindness in the past is fake; the friendship between the guests and the host in the past six years is also fake! what is sheIt's just a pawn on the chessboard that is used up and discarded! Her throat was so strangled that she couldn't breathe, tears flowed from her eyes, and her hands desperately grasped the air in vain—not reconciled...not reconciled!Why, why has she been used by such and such people all her life?Not reconciled to dying like this, just being at the mercy of her -- if only that golden step was still in her hand...if only it was. At least, she still has room to fight desperately! Suddenly, she heard the exclamation of everyone around her! At this moment, he felt that Nangong Wugou slightly let go of the hand that was holding the top of his head, as if he had been suddenly attacked.Taking advantage of the gap, the bride struggled to break free, staggering and running away. "Liu Zhu, run away!" Suddenly someone whispered in the air, and the words he said were exactly the same as in previous years. However, hearing that voice, her whole body was shaken, and she forgot to run away, and stopped in a daze, looking up at the shadow of Fei Yi looming out of the blue.It's unbelievably fast!The golden light flashed like a shooting star from the sky, shot out from the nearby bushes, and pierced through the throat of the groom behind Liu Zhu in an instant! Jinbuyao, it's that Jinbuyao! There was no time to dodge, Nangong Wugou clutched his throat, and staggered down under the influence of the poison—but before he fell, he desperately pulled sideways, grabbed Yin Liuzhu who had just fled, and wiped the short sword in his right hand at the same time. , and cut off the blood in her neck! "Go with me!" He laughed loudly, clutching her hand tightly, almost breaking her bones, "Poor... how can you survive in such a world? Come with me! " However, the venom rose rapidly along his throat, and he fell down halfway through laughing. "Liu Zhu!" Ah Jing succeeded in one blow, but unexpectedly, he was half a step too late.She rushed out from the hiding place, hurriedly helped Yin Liuzhu up, saw the blood rushing out of her neck, stretched out her hand, and felt cold in her heart—it was hopeless. "You, did you use... Jin Buyao to kill him...?" Liu Zhu wanted to look back, but he had no strength left. He struggled, looked at Ah Jing, and asked in a low voice. Because the blood vessels and trachea were cut by a sword at the same time, her voice was filled with the whirring sound of blood bubbles, which seemed strange and vague. "Yes." Ah Jing nodded, looking at Nangong Wugou who had fallen to death from poison, his eyes darkened slightly. "Is he dead?" Liu Zhu frowned, with an expression on her face that she didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry, she took Ah Jing's hand, and said softly intermittently: "That, that's good... I, I Forged swords... are not in vain after all... in vain..." She repeated softly, her voice slowly drowned in a pool of blood. Consciousness is gradually drifting away, while the fighting around continues.Under Tingxuelou's strict security, the Nangong family's men and horses suddenly became trapped beasts, blood splashed in the air like fireworks, and there were screams and fighting sounds everywhere. ——It's like the moment when Longquan Yin's family was wiped out six years ago. Ah Jing didn't care about everything outside her body, she just quietly accompanied Liu Zhu who was going to death.The dying woman uttered a muffled voice, and clutched her hand convulsively: "Chai...chai..." Ah Jing walked over and pulled out the golden step from the dead groom's throat, and dark blood gushed out along the hairpin. She didn't want to look at the dead gray face, and was about to walk away, but she caught a glimpse of the dead man's hand in her arms, as if she was holding something with her last strength—she reached out and took it out, her face suddenly changed. "Liu Zhu, look, look—" Ah Jing vigorously shook Liu Zhu who was in a coma, and put the things she got from that person's arms in front of her eyes, "Look at this!" A strand of blue hair... obviously a woman's hair. Although it was slightly yellowed due to age, it was still braided delicately, softly and smoothly.At the end is a small golden bell. The bell shakes slightly in the bloody rain, making an incomparably pure sound, just like the eyes of the child under the flower tree in previous years. There was a trace of shock in Ah Jing's eyes: So, it was so? No wonder Louli originally asked him to pick a boy from the Yin family and let him go, but he let go of a girl; No wonder he said that he recognized her at first sight six years later; It turned out that another pawn on the chessboard back then kept that one in my heart like this. Liu Zhu's eyes slowly opened, took a look, the divine light in his eyes finally lit up, and then closed gently again. Ah Jing didn't say anything more, straightened her messy hair, inserted Jin Buyao back into her hair, and finally gently raised her hand to wipe away a tear that had condensed in the corner of her eye. If there were no rivers and lakes, if there were no entanglements of various forces, if there were no life-and-death grievances, the pair of young men and women who met under the flower tree six years ago would have had a beautiful beginning and an equally beautiful ending, right?They met in such a bright spring in the south of the Yangtze River. They should run hand in hand, passing through the willows and brilliant peach blossoms, the golden bells ringing crisply on the girl's temples, the misty rain, the grass grows and the warblers fly. However, the story is over before it begins. This river and lake is as lonely as snow, and all young people are old when they are born. The sound of fighting in the ears gradually faded away, only a small group of Nan Gong's family members were still fighting to the death.She sighed slightly: These people are really stupid... Knowing that following Nangong Wugou to listen to the main building of Xuelou is mostly death, so they followed the young master to death like this. After today, the situation of Jiangnan Wulin will be adjusted again, right?I don't know which obedient puppet the landlord will support?Thinking in a daze, she felt a gaze from behind her on her back, Ah Jing stood up silently, and turned her head. In the thick shade of early summer, the Bailou is silent. The man in white was leaning on the soft couch, staring at her from a distance, his eyes were gloomy and sad.Everything has been firmly held by him in the palm of his hand, turning his hands like clouds and rain—such ruthlessness and determination do not allow the slightest resistance.Anyone who stood in his way was trampled into powder.Wasn't it because of his incomparable strength and ability to control everything that I followed this person? However, why is his eyes so sad? "It's April again...cough cough, only peonies are truly beautiful, and they move the capital when they bloom." The white dress on the tall building had disappeared, and he quietly came behind her, looking at the corpses all over the ground, But suddenly he opened his mouth and whispered, with a kind of carelessness, "I heard that the peony along the Luohe River in the east of the city is blooming very well. Let's go and see it some other day." Before she could refuse, he raised his finger slightly, drew a circle, and surrounded the two underground corpses: "Later, let someone bury the two of them by the Luo River together. Cough cough...the peony flowers died , being a ghost is also romantic." Hearing Xue Lou coughing slightly, a smile that disregarded life and death emerged from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were completely opposite—— So sad and helpless, like a prematurely old child. Let's celebrate the east wind with wine, and let's be calm together.Weeping poplars and zimo in the east of Luocheng, always hand in hand in those days, traveling all over Fang Cong. Gathering and dispersing are in a hurry, this hatred is endless.This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. Who do you know? (Finish)