In the city of Dilu City, the market is bustling with people.
Firecrackers exploded in the noise, and the red skins on the white ground meandered all the way, like peanut shells falling on the ground, telling other people's happy and lively stories to the tune of other people's Xipi Allegro.
"Girl, look at the hairpins. The hairpins I sell here are the cheapest and best in the whole market...Hey girl, don't leave!"
Jing Che only glanced at it and thought that the colorful ones were pretty, but the light from the lantern shining on the red hairpin was a bit too dazzling.
She cast a nostalgic glance and turned to leave, but was grabbed by Si Ming.
"Why don't you buy it?" Si Ming asked with raised eyebrows, his usually serious and serious face seemed to come alive in the changing light and shadow.
"I won't use it, it's a waste."
There were girls all around, all dressed up, with beautiful smiles and gentle expressions. She tried to make her smile feel less stiff, but failed.
Si Ming stared at her somewhat disappointed face, then turned to the hawker and said, "Give me what you have chosen."
Jing Che stood there awkwardly. When Si Ming handed the hairpin to her hand, she was a little overwhelmed. Maybe it was this small detail that made people feel heartwarming, and she hadn't received care from others for a long time. She didn't take it.
, he just frowned and said calmly: "I really don't need it."
Si Ming reached out and took off the extremely simple wooden hairpin that was stuck in her hair, and replaced it with a red hairpin. His face smiled under the yellowish lantern: "It's time to change to something new, not only for the New Year, but also for the Chinese New Year.
Eighteen, you will also live a new life in the future."
"A new life..." Jing Che repeated thoughtfully. He held the replaced wooden hairpin in his hand and stared at it. He found that the wooden hairpin was still stained with blood, as if screaming to remind her that she
Where to come out.
She showed a hint of ridicule, replaced the wooden hairpin, and said to Si Ming, as if she was talking to herself: "Why do I still feel humiliated?"
Then he left Si Ming and walked forward. He strode to his side and finally said nothing.
It was late at night and the market was still full of excitement, so the two of them went back to the inn first, as if they were breaking up on bad terms.
The cool night wiped out a streak of water. Although the inn was hung with Spring Festival couplets and red lanterns were lit everywhere, it seemed a bit colder than outside.
Jing Che and Si Ming stood in the courtyard. She stopped and looked at the snow-white pear blossoms on a tree and was stunned. The color reminded her of the white horse bones on Yunqin Peak.
Finally he sighed, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly he was stunned.
She blinked to make sure she saw it right.
Looking past the white pear petals, I saw him at a glance.
Her former master, the master she had not seen for a year.
His face seemed to have aged a bit in the night, but he was still so handsome, and the light green stubble at the corner of his mouth was still slovenly. Just like an ordinary swordsman wandering around the world, his lips were smiling, and his whole body was full of smiles.
There is an air of uninhibited travel, as if you can have a drink and chat with others at any time without being fettered, and there is nothing strange about it.
There were two people following him, one was Zuo Tingzhi and the other was Ye Xiu.
Someone was about to come over, and Jing Che panicked and wanted to run away, but there were empty courtyards in front and behind, with only a pear tree standing on the left side of the courtyard.
Si Ming held her whole body in his arms without hesitation.
The three people walked over. Baili Fengjian glanced at the man and woman hugging each other in the dark, and walked straight through the courtyard. However, when he was about to step out of the arch, he looked back. Maybe it was too similar to this one.
The figure from behind always reminded him of his disciple, who had not been heard from for more than a year.
But in his mind, his Ah Che would not be held in the arms of another man like this, so he didn't have any suspicion at all.
"He is Baili Fengjian." After everyone had walked away for a long time, Si Ming's voice came from above.
"Yeah." Jing Che's reply was unsteady, and his whole body was still in slight convulsions, so much so that he forgot that he was still holding Si Ming.
Si Ming did not push her away and sighed: "No wonder."
"What?" Jing Che was sensitive enough to hear the meaning behind his words.
"No wonder you are in such a dilemma. Is it tiring to like your own master?"
The fabric on her chest seemed to have some moisture coming through. When Si Ming felt that he should comfort this young girl who was actually still fragile inside, she let go of her hand first and retreated, her expression as cold as ever.
"You are wrong, I hate him."
Jing Che left Si Mingwu behind and walked upstairs. He absentmindedly opened the door to the next room and walked in. He noticed that the decorations around him seemed to be a little different. Just as he was about to take a closer look, there was a sound of opening the door. She subconsciously and cautiously opened the screen first.
Hide behind.
There were chaotic footsteps, and if you listened carefully, it was three people.
"How is Chi Yuan doing in the imperial capital?" The first person asked, and Jing Che knew who it was, and pressed his back against the screen, squeezing his fists tightly.
One person coughed a few times before speaking, and his voice sounded a little hollow: "Ever since Xiao Jin was transferred back to the Imperial Capital, he has been fighting against A Yuan. It was really hard for him to get me out of the Imperial Capital Prison, and his identity was almost exposed.
Expose...cough, cough..."
"Sword Master, should we set off back to Jiahuang today, or should we wait until tomorrow?" Ye Xiu said.
"Go back early to avoid a long night and many dreams."
"Then I'll go clean it up."
Yexiu walked behind the screen. On the other side, Baili Fengjian and Zuo Tingzhi were still talking.
"Sword Master, Ayuan also asked me to tell you that there is no whereabouts of A'che in the prisons in the imperial capital."
Ye Xiu had already entered behind the screen, and Jing Che hid in a panic between the carved bedrail and the wardrobe, with a piece of his robe still outside.
Yexiu walked over calmly, suddenly launched a move, and clasped the person's throat with his knuckles accurately. The person hiding inside reacted more quickly and quickly got rid of him. The explosive power should not be underestimated.
There was a sound of the gourd stopper being opened outside. After taking a sip of wine, Baili Fengjian answered: "Heh, maybe he died somewhere."
Absent-minded, nonchalant tone.
At this time, the hiding person was inexplicably silent, and Ye Xiu almost effortlessly grabbed the person by the throat and pulled him out.
The candlelight traced the person's appearance through the screen, and Xiu saw a face full of tear stains. He was immediately stunned, his fingers gradually loosened, and he was shocked and speechless.
"Ye Xiu, what's going on inside?" Baili Fengjian heard the movement and asked in a loud voice.
Jing Che looked at him and just shed tears silently while shaking his head vigorously.
Yexiu understood what he meant, carried his baggage and walked out, narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing."
The heartbeat was rising and falling, like thunder.
"We've packed up, let's go." Baili Fengjian glanced at Ye Xiu with some suspicion, thinking to himself that he must be suspicious, as Ye Xiu has always been a person who follows the rules.
Halfway through, Yexiu suddenly said: "Sword Master, I remembered that I forgot to take something, so I went back to look for it."
Without waiting for Baili Fengjian to speak, he turned around and went back.
He hurriedly entered the screen, thinking that Jing Che was still there, and explained eagerly: "A Che, don't get me wrong, the Sword Master has actually been looking for..."
But I saw that the window on the right was wide open and no one was there.
The wind carried the smell of firecracker smoke, and thousands of families were reunited, but there was only a moment of emptiness here.
***
Jing Che's day as a normal person didn't start unexpectedly, but ended absurdly. She stood outside and watched the excitement, and the only thing she gained was that she knew how much disgust her master had towards her.
The next day she and Si Ming returned to the Shura Field, only to see Xiao Jin sitting in Si Ming's seat with his legs crossed, a pair of eagle eyes showing a violent and sinister light.
"General Xiao." Si Ming slightly bowed his hands and bowed.
Xiao Jin's tone was extremely gloomy: "Did you take her out?"
"Yes" Si Ming replied neither humble nor arrogant.
"She has also been incorporated into the Hidden Word Army?"
"yes."
"Oh, can you leave the Shura field?"
"Yes." Facing Xiao Jin's almost oppressive momentum, Si Ming's tone remained calm.
"Who approved it?!" Xiao Jin slapped the table and roared.
"This is the rule of Shura Field, and it is also the reward she deserves."
Xiao Jin sat back in the chair and laughed angrily, "Si Ming, Si Ming, you are just a leader of a Shura field, you really take yourself seriously."
"General Xiao, thank you very much."
"Isn't your Shura field a hell? How come it has become a place to send warmth and save all sentient beings? Oh, let me tell you, I don't care what the rules of your Shura field are. Others can go out, but she can't. If she doesn't surrender to me for one day, she will
We have to stay here for a day," Xiao Jin sneered at Jing Che, "Since you have already killed people for a year, you don't care about killing for a few more years, right?"
Jing Che raised his eyes, bit his lip angrily, and resisted the urge to refute a word, his expression gradually overwhelmed by despair.
She worked hard for a year, in order to become the best...she worked hard to kill people. She thought she had finally made it to the top, but she was cut off by one sentence.
She finally understood where Xiao Jin got her confidence and was sure that she would collapse.
Just like this, all her persistence collapsed in an instant. But she still couldn't give up, even if it was just because persistence was the inertia of many years.
Si Ming countered his words calmly: "General Xiao, if you have time to take care of the Shura Field, why not go after Zuo Tingzhi earlier?"
Xiao Jin's voice suddenly became louder: "How did you know that Zuo Tingzhi ran away? Did you see him when you were in Dilu City?"
"yes."
Xiao Jin was furious, grabbing Si Ming's lapel and almost roaring: "Why don't you catch him back?"
"This is not within my scope of responsibility."
"You -" Xiao Jin was extremely angry at first, but his expression gradually calmed down, revealing some incomprehensible and cunning light, "Si Ming, you think I can't punish you?"
Si Ming lowered his eyes respectfully, but did not lower his head.
"Come here!" The Imperial Guards brought over by Xiao Jin immediately surrounded Jing Che and Si Ming, "Since Lord Si Ming does not prioritize things, I will exercise my power as a superior and give him a hundred punishments with a cane."
His eyes fell on Jing Che, "You count, if you are missing one, then you will be fined ten times and added back."
Jing Che clenched his fists tightly and forbearingly, and stood there motionless.
He squeezed Jingche's hand to signal her to be at ease and not to act rashly, then he cupped his hands and said, "I will accept my punishment."