Dark Night (Part 2)
Xu Ning's pupils slightly opened, and he stopped talking for a while, swallowing the words he was about to say.
The night is dark, and the young man's dark pupils reflect the moonlight, hiding the boundless night.
"I was just joking."
Xu Ning put his hands behind his back, his eyes wandering, and took a step forward guiltily.
Tang Xixu lowered his eyes, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the ends of his eyebrows were tinged with a faint blue.
After walking a few steps and hearing no footsteps, Xu Ning turned around and said, "Let's go. It's so late."
The person opposite took off the silver-striped mask. This face was not as pure as the human skin mask. The face under the mask had similar eyebrows and eyes, but with a bit more refinement and evilness.
It should be the sequelae of poisoning. The poison marks have not been completely eliminated. The dark blue lines under the eyelid on the left cheek have become lighter in color, and there are still many of them, like blue and white porcelain patterns.
Her eyelashes were curled, with a faint watery glow, her face was as white as moonlight, and her lips were cherry red. Xu Ning's breathing stopped and she stood still.
Seeing Tang Xixu’s true appearance again after such a long time still amazes me.
"If you don't mind, I'll go to Wangyue Tower to propose marriage some other day."
Confused, Xu Ning's blank mind turned into a fog, "Huh?"
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Xu Ning hadn't seen Qu Yi these few days, so he went to find Qu Xiang, and then he closed the door to concentrate on pharmacology and didn't ask about other things.
Although Qu Xiang entered Buhuo City, she lived outside the city. Her small courtyard was nestled in a valley, where she grew many medicinal herbs, and she had one or two herbalists to help her.
There were a lot of medical books piled up in the room, and many of the pages were yellowed, some even hard and brittle.
"While studying medicine is important, Sister Qu also needs to take care of her health."
Xu Ning came to see her for several days, and was still busy with herbs by lamplight at midnight.
Qu Xiang prepared the prescription according to the patterns and methods in the ancient book, saying calmly, "Don't worry about me, you should worry about me. I see you get up before the cock crows to practice, and you don't even take a break."
That night, Xu Ning was frightened by Tang Xixu's words. Taking advantage of the gap in his search for Qu Xiang, he stayed here. After his reboot, Xu Ning did not dare to relax for a moment. Every morning, he went up the mountain to practice sword, just to comprehend the sword spirit left by Fang Hongzhi, the sword immortal who entered the dust.
"I'm doing this to keep fit. It's different."
Qu Xiang turned to look for Xiao Cheng. "What's the difference? You pursue the ultimate martial arts, while I, now free from worries and concerns, only wish to achieve my heart's desire - to thoroughly study all medical books since ancient times, to complement each other, to develop the best treatment for each disease, to compile it into a book, and to save more people."
Xu Ning was stunned. Unlike the description in the original book, she was not unkind. She just calmed down and devoted herself to research, disdaining the trivialities in people's conversations.
It was a cold night, and the medicine boy had long since fallen asleep. Occasionally, there were the croaking of frogs, and a few fireflies clustered together, lying on the window frame in front of Qu Xiang.
Xu Ning got goose bumps on his arms. The wooden bed was hard and cold. Although it was spring, there was a lot of moisture in the valley. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Forget it, I'll get up and practice sword for a while to warm myself up before going to sleep.
Xu Ning found an open space not far from the courtyard. There was a beautiful pond there, with white mist rising and a waterfall cascading down. The fresh air and the scent of moist grass and mud were refreshing, cleansing Xu Ning's muddy mind. He gradually lost his sleepiness and felt refreshed.
With a leap, he landed on a round, smooth, dark rock. Then, he drew his silver sword and leaned forward to catch the spring water that splashed on the gravel.
The cold sword light was reflected in the woman's eyes.
Then, Xu Ning leaned back, raised one leg, and spun the sword with his backhand. In an instant, a thick branch by the river five miles away fell to the ground with a "thump".
As he stood up, a black knife flew across the sky. Fortunately, he saw it out of the corner of his eye and dodged it with a backflip.
A man in black clothes took back the knife and flew down from the cliff. He carried Xu Ning on his back and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect you to be able to sing the Zechen Xingge. I underestimated you."
"May I ask who you are? Why did you resort to such a ruthless move right out of the gate?"
Xu Ning put away his sword and questioned in a cold voice.
"You can only blame someone for buying you." The man turned around, his dark eyes silver, his face expressionless yet with a hint of playfulness. "What's even more interesting is that you're still alive."
Xu Ning frowned, unable to understand who would want to kill her. Not to kill her, but to capture her.
The man put one hand behind his back and continued, "I never arrest people, I only kill people. But the employer offered a large sum of money, which was hard to refuse. Plus, I was very curious about your relationship, so I agreed."
Pay a large sum of money?
Who would pay a huge sum of money to buy her?
Xu Ning thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure out who she had offended.
"I hope you will explain clearly."
The man lowered his eyes, his face expressionless. "According to the rules of Anfeng, the employer's identity cannot be revealed. If you want to know, you may as well come with me to meet the employer."
He said this lightly, wanting Xu Ning to follow him without any effort.
Xu Ning glared, raised his sword to his shoulder, and stabbed the man.
"I don't really want to know, especially in such a shady way."
As he got closer, the man's face became clearer.
He was dressed in black clothes and carried two long swords on his back. He was also a member of the Dark Edge faction.
I seem to have seen this person somewhere.
The time was too long and the memory was vague. Xu Ning was very unhappy with this feeling.
"Then don't blame me for not being gentle with women."
A rough long knife flew out, Xu Ning dodged it by leaning back, and jumped into the spring. The long knife split the rock, and the clear water hit the broken stones and splashed into Xu Ning's eyes, causing a slight sting when he blinked.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but the water curtain blocked my view of the enemy in the darkness.
After a moment of distraction, another long knife cut through the water curtain and came with water.
Xu Ning wanted to dodge, but in her current situation she only knew swordsmanship and what Zui Shengchi taught her in her first life. What's more, she could hardly remember those things. In her current body, her basic internal strength and agility were not solid enough, so she was completely unable to dodge this attack.
Xu Ning's heart was in his throat, his expression was tense, and his whole body was tense.
"careful!"
A big hand caught the woman's waist. Xu Ning raised her eyes. The red brocade hairband moved in the wind and stuck to her eyes. The spring water flowed down the young man's silver-patterned mask and jawline and dripped onto her neck.
A drop of coolness reached my heart, and the tension just now relaxed, and my hanging heart fell.
"It's a good thing you came."
Tang Xixu bent the corners of his lips, his brows softened, and his eyes were full of affection.
Half an hour ago, he heard a report from the secret guard that a man wearing black clothes and carrying two knives was sneaking around the valley. Perhaps out of intuition, he guessed that Xu Ning was in danger, so he came.
The silver-patterned mask reflected the moonlight, and the person opposite recognized him at a glance, "City Lord Wen?"
"Mo Yi, An Feng has nothing to do with my Buhuo City, so I won't kill you." Tang Xixu said coldly with his hands behind his back, his eyes fierce.
As soon as the word Mo Yi was mentioned, Xu Ning remembered that this was Su Zhanfeng with Mo Yi and Black Knife.
However, he did not have the silver hook around his waist today, and his good partner Shen Heshui was not with him, so Xu Ning did not think of it for a while.
The moon had quietly disappeared halfway, and the pool was pitch black. The forest not far away was even darker, and not a single sound could be heard.
"You know quite a lot of people, little girl. Even the famous Gun Yu Ci Ming, who kills without blinking an eye, is willing to submit to you."
Su Zhanfeng's cold eyes tilted upwards slightly, revealing a hint of interest.
Most people in the martial arts world only know Wen Zhao, the lord of Buhuo City, but do not know his true identity.
Su Zhanfeng knew that he was no match for the rain of gunfire, so he put the knife back into the box on his back, stepped lightly to Tang Xixu's side, whispered a few words to him, jumped over the rocks and left quickly with his hands behind his back.
Tang Xixu's brows were tightly furrowed. In the dark night, his expression changed slightly. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he turned his head to look at the figure that disappeared into the night.
Xu Ning recovered and asked, "What did he say to you just now?"
Tang Xixu lowered his eyes and met the girl's clear eyes. He bent down and moved closer, so that the two of them were only an inch apart.
The young man smiled faintly and said, "He just said that he was waiting to drink in my wedding wine."
Even in such a dark environment, Tang Xixu could see clearly.
Amber's pupils dilated, filled with shock.
Xu Ning blushed and lowered her head.
"What are you talking about?"
Even though he had been married and consummated his marriage in his first life, he still blushed after hearing these words.
"That's what he said, not me."
This man was serious, but his words were filled with joy.
Xu Ning turned his head away, his heart tightening, and rubbed the back of his right hand repeatedly with his left hand. I remember that he was not so shameless.
She had long since stopped believing the description of Tang Xixu in the original book.
It was late at night and the house was quiet. The deep yellow candle in the wooden house was still lit, and the busy figure of the woman was reflected on the wall.
"call--"
A gust of wind blew by, spreading the medicinal fragrance throughout the room.
The candlelight swayed, and the shadows on the wall swayed with it. Qu Xiang put down the medical book, walked outside and looked around.
It was quiet outside the house, not even a ghost in sight. Qu Xiang turned around and closed the wooden door.
At the moment when the two door panels were about to stick together, a handsome face appeared.
Qu Xiang panicked and staggered back a few steps. He lost his balance and was about to fall. Fortunately, the man was quick to catch him.
"Mr. Su, what brings you here so late?"
Qu Xiang straightened his clothes and walked into the inner room.
Su Zhanfeng's face remained expressionless. "I was passing by here, so I came to see Miss Qu."
The woman ignored him and continued to work, recalling the research method and taking notes.
"Do you need my help?"
Su Zhanfeng doesn't know how to say nice things, and he doesn't know how to please girls. He just knows that if she needs me, I will do my best to help her, no matter what.
Qu Xiang stopped writing and looked up at him. He had thick eyebrows, bright eyes, thin lips tightly closed, and a shallow scar at the corner of his eye, which must have been left from a fight.
She had never seen any emotion on this face. No one could affect him and he couldn't stand the slightest ripple.
Su Zhanfeng folded his hands in front of him and looked down at Qu Xiang. Just then, Qu Xiang looked up, but he avoided the woman's gaze and fixed his eyes on the little bug on the ground.
"Have you studied medicine? Or are you proficient in herbs?"
After a while, the man frowned and replied, "No."
Qu Xiang lowered his head and continued recording.
After a moment, he added, "But I know a thing or two about poisonous wild things."
After Qu Xiang finished writing a page, he wanted to dip his brush in more ink while changing the paper, but found that the ink in the inkstone was gone.
"Can you grind ink?"
"I will." Su Zhanfeng leaned over, picked up the inkstone, dipped it in water, and slowly and carefully ground it with the ink block.
Su Zhanfeng was an orphan. Wei Yunzhe, then the leader of the Dark Front, had picked him up earlier. Seeing his talent, he devoted himself to training. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he went on his first mission.
As expected, he was seriously injured, with several cuts on his back and waist. His arm was almost broken and he fell beside a tree, dying.
Qu Xiang was still young, only about ten years old, and Su Zhanfeng always remembered that day.
The little girl was carrying a bamboo basket on her back and walking slowly with a wooden stick. He could barely open his eyes and could only hear the girl's worried voice, "What happened to you? How did you get hurt so badly?"
Qu Xiang wanted to help him up, but he was too weak to do so.
Later, I went back to call for help and finally rescued him.
In Dark Edge, anyone sent out to carry out a mission is dead if they die. Unless they are in the top ten of the killer list, they do not deserve a coffin, let alone a decent death.
If Qu Xiang hadn't picked him up and saved his life, there might not be the black robe and black knife we have today.
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