Blood shackles covered the sky and the sun, and the entire Hongchen Inn was shrouded in a red light of death.
After the long conversation, Jingche was so exhausted that he fell into a deep sleep, while Baili Fengjian still sat outside the curtain drinking one cup after another.
Whether you are drunk or not, the more you drink, the more awake you become. The more you drink, the clearer you hear.
When I heard the first traveler coming out of the backyard after dawn, he said "What about today's breakfast..." before he finished speaking, there was the sound of a knife chopping bones into pieces and blood splattering on bamboo branches.
The panic-stricken screams of the singing girl, and the grunting of the young boy who fled to nowhere and begged for mercy, eventually turned into blood and tears staining this worldly inn.
--They are all sacrifices in troubled times, and not just the blood shackles.
A drop of wine spilled from the glass, teetering on the corner of the table.
He thought that by hiding in his room and drinking without having to kill with a sword, the pain in his heart would be less. However, he mistakenly overestimated his calmness. He knew more deeply than ever that even if the world regarded him as the savior,
He is a god, but he can't hide the fact that he is a coward. He has been hiding for so many years, living in dreams and dying for so many years, but he just can't bear to face the bloodshed anymore. The obstacle that is deeply rooted in his heart has become his inner demon... He, across
Don't go there.
He was even glad that at this moment, his tribe did not force him and allowed him to hide in his room and be a drunkard and a coward. Otherwise, he was afraid that when he attacked those innocent people, he would let down the Longyuan White Sword in his hand.
Even if he can assess the situation very calmly and analyze the priorities, even if he knows very well that the world allows every nation to have the right to selfishness, and in the bloody storm, the sword has no eyes, and it is only natural. But he still cannot bear the self-blame caused by the bloodshed.
People...what a shame!
The wine glass in his hand was crushed to pieces, and the cloudy eyes in his eyes suddenly became clear.
He deliberately ignored the sound of knives rising and falling outside, but he couldn't ignore the fact that the blood that penetrated the thin window screen was getting stronger and stronger, like an expanding blood cell that was almost critical and seemed to explode at any time.
Jing Che, who was sleeping lightly, was suddenly awakened by the sound of breaking ceramics. He leaned out the curtain and saw Baili Fengjian standing with his back holding a sword. He exuded a frightening and violent aura. She was stunned, and she had rarely seen him so cold.
Forced and extremely unfamiliar, he subconsciously called out: "Master?"
He seemed to be arranging his expression, paused for a moment, then turned his head, but with a careless and drunken smile, he drew out the tip of his sword and drew a golden crack sharply and coldly at the door: "Ah Che, you must not walk out of this place.
Room."
After saying that, he walked out without looking back. He didn't want to be exposed, and he didn't want to be seen. He was unruly and contradictory. When he turned his back, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
"Hey, hey?" There was no response after calling several times. Jingche climbed out of bed angrily and inexplicably, "Baili Fengjian! Are you sick?"
But at this moment, there was a huge noise of ceramic cups shattering on the ground downstairs. Jing Che was startled by the blood shackles. He didn't care about Baili Fengjian's instructions and couldn't wait to go out and take a look.
After all, when her foot touched the golden crack made by the sword tip, she was pushed back by an inexplicable force.
She didn't believe in evil and tried to rush out again, but was thrown back even harder. She was so angry that she almost flipped the table. She was really fed up with her self-made master. She was about to curse when she heard the loud voice of Qi Ying from downstairs.
, word for word, with a firmness that looks like death: "Then let's draw lots."
"I am equal to everyone." There was clearly a hint of drunken carelessness in his tone, but there was a majesty that no one dared to resist.
"Sword Master!" The sonorous voice was powerful, refusing to give in even a single step at the moment, "Please let me and my clansmen protect you out of this place!"
Baili Fengjian glanced at the corpses piled up behind the half-draped curtain. The blood flow was winding along the gravel path in the courtyard, and the fishy smell was soaring into the sky. The blood of the hundreds of travelers was not enough to feed the blood shackles, so they had to die among the remaining people.
Several people.
However, he did not take Qiying's words. He just waved his sleeves and took out a pair of chopsticks from the tube. He cut off a section with his bare hands, then took another tube of uncut chopsticks and threw them in the air. The chopsticks clattered against his sleeves.
The robes spun around in a circle and blended together. A gust of wind from the sleeves held up the bamboo tube and turned it upside down. The chopsticks returned to the tube and floated in mid-air. The exposed halves were all the same length.
"To be long is to live, to be short is to be dead." He said it so calmly and calmly.
Life and death. No one retreats, but no one steps forward.
After a while, the wine cup suddenly fell, and a man with a slim figure but bold eyebrows stepped forward. He looked like a typical Zhenyi person, with fair skin and dark eyes, delicate and beautiful but with a sense of tenacity: "I'll come first!"
What I got was a short-term draw.
His face paused slightly, and then he smiled boldly: "What is supposed to come will come sooner or later! I have been hiding in the underground secret room of this small Kunfang City for so many years, and I am no longer afraid of death! Being able to fight side by side with the Sword Master today is even more impressive.
Die without regrets!"
The sword rubbed against the scabbard and made a sharp sound. The light of the sword passed over the golden dome and green roof. The next second, blood was stained on the white porcelain, and it was like heaven and earth.
Everyone looked slightly sideways and couldn't bear to look anymore, but no longer hesitated. One after another they stepped forward to take out their chopsticks. The dead did not flinch, and the living did not rejoice. This is Zhen Yi a hundred years later, and he also has a strong sense of righteousness and iron bones.
, willing to sacrifice his life for his motherland and fight for his people. But what about Zhenyi a hundred years ago? I can’t bear to look back.
The blood light from the Blood Shackles was a little brighter. At this moment, everyone had finished extracting it. Twenty-nine people were dead and eleven were alive.
Finally, Baili Fengjian, Qiying didn't even have time to stop him, he had already reached out and picked up a chopstick.
Hold it in the palm of your hand and slowly spread it out.
It's a short branch.
After just one glance, Qiying immediately brushed away the chopsticks, raised his hands and said resolutely to Baili Fengjian: "The Sword Master is my hope for Zhenyi, and I must not act in matters of life and death!"
"Why not?" His right hand has already grasped the hilt of the sword, his eyes are still slightly drunk, the corners of his mouth are raised uninhibitedly, and his tone is calm: "I am just an alcoholic who has taken on the reputation of a swordsman. It would be a pleasure to die."
At this moment, all he could think about was finally, finally, this feeling.
I just glanced at the closed carved door on the second floor again, and suddenly I remembered that my little apprentice's arrogant and tough temper was actually a bit cute. But I still had to disobey Sui Sheng's instructions...
"Qiying must take my disciple Ache back to Jiahuang Mountain."
But Jing Che, who was in the second floor room, was crying profusely at this moment, desperately trying to break out of this barrier. Who allowed him to pass her on to someone else like a package? He is a sloppy guy! He is a drunkard! He is still a loser.
Credible guy!
Long Yuan's white sword slowly unsheathed. Hearing that familiar voice, Jing Che suddenly and hopelessly became silent, his body trembling and stagnant in place.
Is this the sound of him drawing his sword to kill A Niang, the sound of him forcing her to become a disciple, or--
The sound of the piano suddenly and forcefully pushes forward without any transition, and after exerting force, the strings snap.
"Hefu!" Qiying shouted in shock and pain.
After finishing playing the last song, the piano player in white bumped into Baili Fengjian's sword. Then his body slowly collapsed and fell to the ground, a pool of blood staining his pale robe.
Instead, a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It was He Fu's carelessness that put everyone in such a predicament. Now I just hope that the Sword Master and the remaining people will get out of this place alive... and that I will be reunited with Zhen Yi in the future."
Fuwo Zhenyi. These four words are so heavy. They are all weighing heavily on one's life.
He smiled and closed his eyes.
At this moment, the red light shrouding the outside of the inn had expanded to its extreme, and the blood shackles broke with a roar. The fragments of the barrier fell to the ground, and strands of blood and energy came out like ghosts.
Baili Fengjian grasped Long Yuan's white sword and stood up straight, his dark eyes reflected the blood-red light, and his eyes were filled with a rare cold clarity. The blood that had been extinguished surged again in every inch of his flesh and bones, like a
The strong wine from the altar rolled into the throat, burning the will with a strong will: "Everyone leaves from the secret passage, and I go out alone to meet the enemy."
"Sword Master! Let us fight alongside you!" Everyone knelt down.
"Now that I have a short life, I don't want to go back alive, but you all have more than one life. The brothers who died are not here to let you die, but to live! Only when you are alive can you talk about the future," Jie Ran said with a carefree smile.
, untied the wine gourd and threw it to Qiying, "Let me, Ah Che, take it back to Jiahuang Mountain for me."
Qiying took the gourd hesitantly, weighed the pros and cons, and realized that Baili Fengjian was right. Even if everyone rushed out together, with their ability as a ragtag group, they might not be able to survive facing Lincang's top legion, but they might become
A burden in the hundred miles of wind. As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was already determined: "Everyone, follow me through the secret path!"
Everyone in the lobby evacuated, and they saw Jing Che, who was locked in the room, being taken away by everyone while crying and shouting. He curled his lips and smiled lazily, showing no worries.
Silver sword light waved out his sleeves. The inn door crashed down, and the tall figure walked out against the light.
The war-winged blood falcons hovering in the sky suddenly changed direction and swooped down towards one place. The heavily armed soldiers on the street were immediately on alert, with dense arrows and cannon muzzles aimed at the Hongchen Inn.
A man who looked like a general walked out from among the soldiers, with sinister features and fierce eyes. He looked up and down at Baili Fengjian, and then smiled with a confident smile: "Baili Sword Master, are you satisfied with this bloody gift?"
"Ha," he raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person in front of him, who was the now popular imperial general, "Xiao Jin, right? When I beat your grandfather Xiao Zhi to the ground and begged for mercy, you didn't know where to eat.
Where’s the milk?”
The life span of Zhenyi people is several hundred years, while the Lincang people can only live to dozens of years old. The gap in seniority and age is naturally subtle. Xiao Jin's expression did not change when he heard this, and he sneered: "I heard that a hundred years ago
Sword Master, you are not the same drunkard as you are now. I don’t know who you are now-"
His voice was long and drawn out, with the disdain of a sure winner: "Can you still hold up the sword and use the Seven Marks Sand of the Sword Saint Sect?"
The soldiers behind him burst into laughter.
Baili Fengjian also sneered, narrowed his eyes lazily, and shook his head: "To deal with rats like you, a trace of sand is enough."