The first winter snow in Jiahuang Mountain came unexpectedly and brought blood, as if the peace hanging between the blades for several years was just waiting for this moment of sword lifting. The snow in the day was careless, echoing the sonorous cruelty like playing a harp.
The sound of handover melted into the warm blood before it hit the ground, adding a strong sense of solemnity and solemnity to the river of dead souls.
It was night, after a fierce battle, life was tired. The heavy snow came fiercely, covering the sky and the earth with one hand to smooth the blood under the feet of the fugitives.
Hongyi panted violently. Snowflakes fell on her red clothes one after another, and after melting, they were filled with cold that seeped into her bones.
The man had already chased him through three mountains with no intention of giving up. No matter how hard she tried, it was only the end of her strength. When Xiao Jin opened the barrier of the Stone-Suppressing Platform, she was backlashed by the magical power of the Mirror Boundary Stone, and her injuries were severe.
And with that person's domineering speed... I'm afraid he will catch up in a moment. She made up her mind and suddenly stopped, only to realize that the fleeing night sky was so miserable, as if it was covered with blood that could not be wiped away in several lifetimes.
. She said in a deep voice to the man in black next to her: "You go first."
"Then you keep it and die?" Xiao Jin lowered his figure, raised his eyebrows coldly, and scoffed at her decision with his usual sarcastic tone.
Hongyi covered her chest where the blood was boiling, and calmed down her breath: "Don't worry, I won't die. If nothing else -"
At this point, the deep pupils under her mask suddenly darkened, and her tone seemed to turn sad, "I will take off the mask."
"Stupid, after hiding for eight years, you still have to fall short." Xiao Jin stared at the woods behind her with a bit of wandering in the night wind. The next moment, he turned around and walked away with his sword without hesitation, leaving a disdainful sentence, "If not
If you return to the imperial capital alive, you will know the consequences yourself."
"If you want to get out, get out." Hongyi said impatiently and coldly, not wanting to hear threats.
The dark shadows of swaying dead branches in the woods became more and more violent, and the long wind carried heavy snow and came in a powerful force with murderous intent, cutting off the long hair of the red dress and her charming skirt.
Seeing Xiao Jin walking away, the frown under the red mask relaxed a little.
As soon as they turned around, they saw that the man who was chasing them was already standing at the exit of the woods, only a few steps away. Behind him were numerous mountains and the distant Black Tower that stood high on the top of Jiahuang Mountain.
He was still wearing the same black robe, and his graceful face gradually emerged from the darkness. His unruly long hair was blowing in the wind, and the snow was wrapped around his side, as if he was a suave god descending to earth.
.Oh, she almost forgot, he was originally the savior in people's eyes, the sword master of the Nanqiong sect of Jiahuang Mountain - Baili Fengjian.
It's just that tonight, this savior's face looks a little not so good. There's also a strong smell of alcohol that hits his face.
I just vaguely heard that he has been drinking more heavily in the past eight years than before, so it seems that this rumor is indeed true.
Hongyi has thought about many possibilities in the past eight years, but after such a long time, the cold confrontation between them at this moment still made her think that several lifetimes had passed between them.
The Longyuan White Sword with a keel core and a jade handle in his hand was still the same as before, the light of the sword flickering in the heavy snow of Jiahuang Mountain.
This sword light reminded her of the winter many years ago, when he drunkenly insisted on teaching her how to dance the sword in the heavy snow in the woods under the ink tower. The sword energy passed over the wind chimes on the ink tower and made a pleasant sound.
resounding in the wind and dust.
At that time, she stood aside and watched pretending to be disdainful, refusing to learn, and slandering him that he relied on sword dancing to deceive the innocent girl's love, but she clearly saw that in his sword she wished she could save her with his majestic body.
The world is helpless and depressed.
But he hid everything and was very unseemly. He would not give up and grabbed her long hair, asking her over and over again whether the master was handsome or handsome. She refused to give in to life and death. In the end, he made a fuss.
He fell asleep in the snow without warning. The corners of his mouth were still tilted and he murmured: "Ache, is the master handsome..."
However, tonight, his sword was no longer careless as before, showing no trace of murderous intent.
Was he irritated? Hongyi smiled fearlessly. Anyway, Xiao Jin had already left with the Mirror Boundary Stone.
What's ridiculous is that she never thought that due to some strange combination of circumstances, she would risk her own life to protect Xiao Jin, the empire's lackey. The person she hated so much eight years ago imprisoned her in an underground Shura field for four years, forcing her to
She is the main culprit for becoming the cruel and ruthless person she is now.
However, Baili Fengjian's uncharacteristic behavior tonight did not surprise her at all. Provoking him was something she always did. The only difference was that now she could be more unscrupulous by hiding behind a mask and using someone else's identity.
After four years as master and apprentice, the relationship between the two of them is unique in the world, just like a lion and a fly who have been at odds for many years. Neither can kill the other, but they have already figured out how to pinch accurately and painfully.
Take advantage of each other's weaknesses.
However, when you hurt others, you must hurt yourself first. In order to get out of the day and provoke him to say what she said, she also cruelly tore the old wounds from eight years ago to show him with her own hands.
--"If you kill me, you won't know the whereabouts of your little apprentice who has not been heard from for so many years."
--"I heard that she was not favored by you, but she still foolishly left a drop of her heart to say goodbye to you. It's really pitiful."
As expected, he was stunned and his men were slow, and he allowed her to take the opportunity to escape. However, she did not expect that he would be stunned. He had no time to take care of the leaderless Nanqiong Sect, and pursued her and Xiao Jin.
Out of three mountains.
She knew that the so-called "little apprentice" definitely meant something special to him, but she didn't expect that it meant more than she imagined.
Hongyi's sad eyes finally disappeared, and she giggled instead. Her soft and waxy voice had an indescribable charm. Her laughter wandered wildly in the desolate air in the mountains, rubbing against the cliffs.
After that, a hollow and lonely echo lingered: "Baili Sword Master is really interested. They say that you should not chase the poor criminals, but you have followed me for so many miles. Could it be that you really believed my words and wanted to know your story from my mouth?"
What’s the whereabouts of my little apprentice?”
Baili Fengjian stared at the half-mask on Hongyi's face, feeling extremely upset for no reason. Their voices were really similar, but his Ah Che would never speak in such a charming and frivolous tone.
Ah Che would either make a fuss at him like an angry little beast, or speak coldly to him like a hedgehog with its thorns raised. Counting the master and apprentice over the years, the number of times they had good conversations was almost handful.
And he still remembered that Ah Che never wore red.
When June Snow turned into a vast expanse of white behind her, that year's Ah Che took a mouthful of Wu Nong's soft words and said proudly, "You said I look good in red, but I won't wear it."
Yes, Ah Che looked very beautiful in red clothes, like a thorny flower. When he recalled her, he always felt that his little apprentice was quite beautiful, but once he saw her, he clearly
He would get irritated and want to strangle her to death.
As she had always known, he was the Jiahuang Sword Master, a god worshiped in people's hearts, and a famous existence all over the world. But when she faced him, she lost all her patience and reason.
Baili Fengjian has never seen what kind of face is under Hong Yi's mask, but he feels inexplicably that if A Cheruo grows up, he will look like Hong Yi, with a beautiful face and waist-length hair.
Eye-catching pupils as dark as obsidian.
It's just that this red dress, who in the world doesn't know that she is a notorious troublemaker. She is in charge of a hundred thousand soldiers in the imperial capital. She can call the wind and rain, and do all kinds of evil. Twenty years ago, because of Wu Nong's soft words, she was...
He is notorious for his ruthless actions. Speaking of twenty years ago, Ah Che was still a girl sleeping in the imperial mausoleum.
Hong Yi was definitely not A Che. With this conclusion, he felt at ease. Because as long as it was not A Che, he had plenty of ways to deal with women in the world.
With a determined arc at the corner of his mouth, Baili Fengjian slowly stroked the blade of Long Yuan's white sword, raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't say I want to chase you. Even if I let you die at this moment, there is nothing you can do."
"Really? Since you are planning to kill me, why didn't you do it earlier?" Hongyi covered her mouth again and chuckled mockingly. If she was just a girl from a Jiangnan water town, such a cleansing laugh would probably make her laugh.
The bones of an unsuspecting person would be numb.
In the gap between her words, Hongyi had already formed the Qi Sword. However, her Qi had been exhausted in the fierce battle during the day, and what was left was very little. This blow was made with her last strength, and she even lost her life.
Shao Xiu is among them, and he is quite decisive.
"Not overestimating one's own capabilities." Xue outlined the outline of Baili Fengjian, confident of winning, but there was a slight surprise on the corner of his eyebrows. This kind of paranoia that is almost destructive without regard for one's own safety... A Che is the same.
When the Qi Sword was about to get close, she waved her sleeves and robe to block it, and a gust of wind roared out, knocking back all the Qi Swords formed by the red clothes, and disappeared into her body in the blink of an eye.
Hongyi let out a cry of pain, and her body was thrown into the air. She was about to hit the ground hard, but she was caught by a mysterious shadow that passed quickly. However, the way she caught her was that his slender jade-like hands were strangling her.
throat, and then slammed her against a dead tree.
After an instant of suffocation, a large amount of cold air mixed with blood rushed in. Hong Yi hunched over and gasped for air, and a mouthful of blood splashed on the snow with a "wow" sound, staining his spotless black robe red.
The strange thing was that even though it was Hongyi herself who was defeated in front of him at this moment, she didn't feel very frustrated - not surprising, she had never been able to defeat him.
She never defeated him, unless he lost on purpose. But he was such an unruly person, and he would never lose to her on purpose.
"Where is Ah Che?" He pressed forward, losing the last of his patience tonight. His fingers pinched her chin hard and forced her to raise her face, no longer showing off, and her originally casual eyes exuded a cold murderous intent.
The past years are rushing in, but they are also swaying in the wind and snow. She is right in front of him, but she must be someone else.
Hongyi smiled sadly and frivolously, and his blood-stained lips looked even more seductive: "Baili Sword Master is so sincere in seeking a disciple, but Hongyi has no choice but to let him down."
Her last few words whispered softly and charmingly into Baili Fengjian's ears, with the warm smell of blood in their mouths, which made his expression change. By the time he reacted quickly, it was already too late. There was an extremely subtle sound.
After the clicking sound, there was the sound of the poison sac hidden in the mouth bursting, and the body in red clothes fell limply on the snow.