Qingshan.

Liu Biran ran desperately to a tree, took off the mask that cracked in half, her face gradually turned pale, and she leaned against the tree and gasped for air. Miss Liu Yue no longer looked at all demure.

Yinghu walked out of the dark corner, looked at her strangely, and asked in a cold voice: "Why."

Liu Biran tried her best to remain calm and suppressed a smile, "Aunt, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Over there at Fusang..."

"Bier, you haven't answered my question yet." Yinghu's face suddenly turned cold and he interrupted her without any mercy: "Why don't you kill him."

Liu Biran, who was under the tree, felt a dull pain in his head and dug his nails deeply into the tree. "Auntie, do you still remember the year I founded Naihe Bridge?"

Yinghu took off his mask, revealing the vicissitudes of life but still noble face below, "Of course I remember. Just ten years ago. For this reason, I made a special trip back from Fusang. I still remember that you built the Naihe Bridge because

Your Dream."

Liu Biran lowered her head and looked at her left hand. It was as white as jade. It looked like the jade hand of a lady from a wealthy family who had never done heavy work and held a sword or gun. But she suddenly raised her right hand again, and there was a trace of blood on the palm of her hand.

Yinghu frowned, as if recalling something she didn't want to recall.

This bloodstain has been left for fourteen years, but it is still bright.

It was left when Liu Biran was eight years old.

"You are the scabbard. Therefore, you cannot hold the sword in this life."

For as long as he can remember, Liu Biran has heard this sentence most often. However, because he is a master of swordsmanship in Liuyue Villa, although he has never practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, he has been deeply influenced by swordsmanship and often listens to storytellers in Gusu City.

People talk about the knight-errant's chivalrous bones and soft heart, and he is able to fight against injustice in the rivers and lakes.

I can't help but feel fascinated.

I can’t help but wonder: “Why can’t I hold a sword?”

In this way, after several months of enjoying the flowers and willows in the villa and enjoying the worry-free peace, she finally couldn't resist the urge to hold the sword.

She secretly ran to the sword practice field and picked up the sword without telling anyone. But the moment she touched the sword, the blood all over her body boiled and sprayed out from her mouth and nose. The hand that touched the sword felt extremely hot.

Scorching heat. If her parents had arrived a moment later, she would probably be a corpse.

From then on, she knew all the cause and effect, and knew her fate as a descendant of the Sheath Clan and unable to hold a sword.

Over the years, although she succumbed to her fate and did not start a fight, she never acknowledged her fate. For this reason, she secretly built the Naihe Bridge and regarded those killers as her "swords". But from the beginning to the end, she still never gave up holding the sword with her own hands.

dream.

Liu Biran retracted her hand and said: "Auntie, just now you asked me why I didn't kill him, and I will answer you now. In him, I saw something that I wanted but couldn't get."

"With swordsmanship, he uses his sword skills as he sees them, and drinks his sword spirit with a ladle of wine. This is perhaps what a swordsman should be like."

"Swordsman." Yinghu murmured. For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely confused and clenched the sword in his hand.

Swordsman?

Fourteen years ago, the master said to himself in an extremely disappointed tone: You are no longer a swordsman.

Since when did I stop being a swordsman?

"Auntie, I have already answered your question, and it is time for you to answer the question I have asked for thirteen years. You haven't told me yet, why did you say that you encouraged me to hold the sword and leave Liu Yue with guilt?

Villa, where are those who traveled to Fusang?" Liu Biran suddenly asked. His voice was calm, but it was like a drop of water falling on Yinghu's heart.

Yinghu hesitated for a moment, her throat was raw and bitter.

The aunt and nephew just stood there under the moonlight without saying a word for a long time.

Thousands of miles away, two urgent letters were sent back to Luoyang City.

The person who passed it on was not the seriously ill Emperor Wancheng, nor the three princes who stayed in the imperial city, but Grand Master Mo Wendong.

From the north, a message came from the black eunuch Yuwei. He had successfully brought the Jiangnan woman who knew the mind and was a singer "in life" out of Changbai, and found that person in the Changbai Mountains.

The letter from the south was very short, with only one word: appropriate.

Xiao Haochen, the young headmaster holding a fly whisk, looked at Mo Wendong and felt puzzled, "Master, this letter is not suitable to be kept for a long time. Why do you have to read it again and again?"

Mo Wendong continued to look at the letter paper back and forth, commenting: "The handwriting from the north is scrawled and scattered, and you can see that the person writing it is ecstatic and heartbroken. Although the handwriting from the south has only one word, the handwriting is extremely neat and has a mature mind. He is a

Someone who can accomplish great things."

Xiao Haochen was stunned for a moment and lowered his head in admiration: "It's really surprising that the Grand Master can read people's hearts through handwriting even though they are thousands of miles away."

Mo Wendong smiled, and a ball of flame emerged from his palm, burning the two letters completely, "But there are some people who are good at controlling themselves. You can't tell anything from their appearance.

He must face his heart directly."

Xiao Haochen also laughed and said: "That's why I recommended her."

Mo Wendong paused and poured a cup of tea, "I heard that your senior brother once had an affair with this promiscuous woman. Does your senior brother know if you do this? Are you worthy of your senior brother?"

Xiao Haochen respectfully took the cup of tea, blew lightly on the brightly colored tea, and then took a sip, "This is the Wudang tribute tea in my memory. I didn't expect that the Grand Master still had some."

Mo Wendong asked confused: "In memory?"

"In that year, the immortals had a long journey. In order to obtain the best tea, the Wudang elders would make a rain formation on the golden dome and ask the immortals for the rain of blessings. In this way, the tea from Wudang would be sweet, delicious and bright in color.

It is bright and beautiful and can last for decades without decay. It is also the first choice to pay tribute to the court every year."

Mo Wendong sighed, looked at the tea, and continued: "Now, the road to banishment to immortals has been blocked by a sword, and the traces of immortals are hard to find for the world. No matter how difficult it is for the noble sect to have this tea."

Xiao Haochen's face lost its calmness for the first time, and he said in a deep voice: "I hope that everything after my Wudang career will not depend on God's face. All good things in the world can be achieved by myself. And sacrifice is necessary, I believe, senior brother

You can understand me. Some things are just taking advantage of the situation."

Mo Wendong remained silent, but poured another cup of hot tea, took a sip, and said with a smile, "It's really good tea."

This night was very peaceful, and even the imperial city, which had constant undercurrents, was rarely silent. Except for those manipulators in the dark, almost no one would have thought that something would happen the day after this good moonlit night.

event.

Anhui Zhao twenty-one years.

Luoyang.

The imperial city, which has been stable for eighteen years since the Loulan Incident, is about to be stormy. And this storm seems to be inseparable from the ubiquitous but mysterious Tianji Pavilion. Even Liang Yang, the supervisor of the country, is the eldest prince.

Ling Aoyang also began to unite with the major ministers and military commanders in the court to interrogate certain criminals and execute them after questioning.
Chapter completed!