Chapter 48 Liar
In the nameless bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves swayed gently. Suddenly, a group of people came and disturbed the tranquility of the place.
They were dressed differently and obviously came from different camps, but they were willing to cooperate at this moment. They had only one common goal, to encircle and suppress a young man with great momentum.
Despite this, the young man held a magic weapon, which had a strange shape and sharp edges that gave people a strong sense of oppression. Combined with his mysterious and unpredictable body movements, he kept moving among many enemies.
Almost every time the sharp edge flew, it would cause a wound to the enemy, and puddles of dark red would continuously fall on the ground.
There was a red mark on the young man's cheek, but the sharpness in his eyes was undiminished. His fighting style became more and more desperate, attacking without defending, raising a lot of dust.
The two younger brothers circled around the periphery, blocking some of the attacks for the young man.
He didn't expect that so many people here were helpless against him. As he was injured and people around him fell, the morale of the crowd gradually waned and their attacks became timid.
They looked at each other and saw that each other wanted to retreat, but no one wanted to be the first to quit.
Smelling the addictive smell of blood, Ling Zheng's cheeks flushed with excitement. Seeing their offensive momentum weakened, he sneered, "Don't fight anymore? If you don't fight, I'll leave."
Although the Imperial Master was not injured, his blue robe was torn in several places by the axe blade. He supported himself with his Zen staff, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
He knew that they could not take down Ling Zheng, so his expression changed and he put on a kind smile: "It's just a discussion. I will take my leave first."
Ge Zifeng snorted coldly, not knowing whether it was to express his disdain for the Imperial Master's admission of weakness or his dissatisfaction with Ling Zheng. He stared at Ling Zheng for a long time, then turned and left.
After taking only a few steps, he saw an unexpected person. He paused for a moment, looked the other person up and down, nodded as a greeting, and then strode out. Several fellow disciples from the Qi Yang School followed closely behind him.
When everyone had left, everything was silent except for the gentle breeze and the swaying shadows of the bamboos.
Ling Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned his stance casually, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled playfully: "What? You want to come too?"
As he spoke, he held the weapon horizontally in front of his chest, the edge of the blade forming a line, stained with blood.
The two younger brothers also stared at Wenren Su warily.
She stayed out of the matter from beginning to end. Wen Rensu shook her head, her veil fluttering, and left leisurely. The figure in white clothes walked further and further away. Ling Zheng's thin eyelids trembled, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
Wen Rensu had already informed Qi Yinhua and the others that they would no longer join him, so he returned to his residence alone. It was not very close to Wanjun Sect, but in a sparsely populated deep mountain forest.
It was a small thatched hut with a courtyard in front of the door, which was overgrown with weeds and surrounded by a simple fence.
Wen Rensu bent down and was about to reach out to move the fence door when he felt a gust of wind blowing towards the veil.
He suddenly turned around, raised his sword and chopped it down. With a "crack", the branch broke into several pieces and flew in all directions. This set of movements was as smooth as water, as if he had prepared it in advance.
"Come in." Wenren Su spoke for the first time.
Outside the thatched cottage, there were only a few osmanthus trees in the front left that could hide his figure. His eyes never lingered in that direction, but he walked straight into the cottage, leaving the door open, as if waiting for a guest.
The whisper was diluted by the air and when it floated into Ling Zheng's ears, the voice was no longer very clear. The next moment, he raised his eyebrows, jumped lightly from the treetop, stepped on the weeds and entered the hut. There was a faint smell of mold in the air.
The furnishings in the room were clear at a glance: a wooden table with a missing corner, a few low bamboo chairs, and a simple couch made of several wooden boards. It was against the wall on the left and was narrow, only enough for one person to lie down.
Wen Rensu sat on one of the bamboo chairs, his long legs leisurely crossed, still without taking off his veil. "Sir, you have been following me all the way. What can I do for you?"
The deep tone was like a string, elegant but lacking in gentleness. Yet, it was understandable: anyone being followed like this wouldn't be in a good mood.
Even so, Ling Zheng's mind was still wavering. He would not mistake this voice. His original hesitation to confirm was suddenly overturned.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was hoarse:
"I heard someone complain."
"……Um?"
Finally, a graceful hand grasped the brim of the hat, with a few blue veins visible on the back of the hand. As the hand was raised, the veil brushed across the tip of the superior nose, revealing the extremely aggressive eyebrows and eyes.
He had thick sword-like eyebrows, a distant look in his dark eyes, and his thin lips were still, revealing the indifference of his owner. This expression was so strange that it was frightening.
"Bang—"
Ling Zheng's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue actually fell to the ground from his hand.
For a warrior, letting go of the weapon is equivalent to admitting defeat, but he could no longer care about that. He looked at the other party in surprise, and his composure broke.
The hustle and bustle of the surrounding forest, the chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, the rustling of leaves in the wind, all turned into nothingness in Ling Zheng's senses, and he could only hear the shallow breathing of the person opposite him.
A ray of setting sun shone on the well-defined face, giving it a dreamy golden halo.
His vision blurred for a moment and Ling Zheng's breath stopped.
Wen Rensu glanced at the weapons that no one cared about, the pair that he had given to Ling Zheng, and then he glanced at Ling Zheng leisurely, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and sneered:
"shock?"
Like a thunderbolt on a clear day, it awakened a dreamer. Ling Zheng's body trembled slightly, he blinked, and refocused on Wen Rensu's face.
Noticing the cold and almost malicious attitude, his heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition emerged. He pursed his pale lips and hurriedly picked up the axe handle, feeling embarrassed after realizing it belatedly.
Facing Wen Rensu's indifference, Ling Zheng was filled with doubts, unable to understand his current state. Was the love Gu ineffective? Was he blaming himself?
"...Wenren Su." Ling Zheng opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. Finally, he sighed softly and called his name again in a whisper.
Although he had not used this handsome face for many years, he was still well aware of his advantages. His expression deliberately became submissive, his watery eyes were bright, and he stared at the old friend he met again after a long separation, his temperament no longer gloomy.
If others saw that Ling Zheng, the living devil, could show such weakness, their eyes would probably fall out.
Even if I don't want to admit it, I don't know how many nights Wen Rensu's figure suddenly broke into my mind, his eyes as gentle as yesterday. I didn't want to wake up from the dream, and at dawn I was left with melancholy and lingering thoughts.
Now that his revenge has been achieved and he is now a leader in the martial arts world, he has gotten what he wanted and seems to have no regrets. That's why he dreams about that false warmth in the middle of the night.
After invading his life in every possible way, it suddenly left, like a god staying briefly to lead him out of despair.
The withdrawal reaction is like a thorn in the heart, causing a dull pain but not fatal.
He definitely didn't want to hear anyone's complaints, but he was just nostalgic for his unique doting. Occasionally, he would dream of their last meeting, and the scene of him turning away...
I have no regrets.
Ling Zheng's eyes flashed with gloom, and then covered with a layer of disguised mist, his eyes moving: "It's been five years, why did you come to see me now?"
After a moment of silence, Wen Rensu played with the long sword in his hand, stroking the lines on the scabbard. His long eyelashes drooped, forming two dark shadows. "Do we know each other?"
After the words fell, Ling Zheng lowered his head and smiled sinisterly. His thin back trembled, and his voice became hoarse, as if he was crying. He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes red, and said, "You don't recognize me?"
It was still quiet, but the chirping of cicadas in the forest was particularly shrill, adding to Ling Zheng's anxiety. He looked at Wen Rensu who was indifferent, and a different idea came to his mind.
Could it be that the love poison has lost its effect, and the infected person will also lose their memory? Forgetting their past does not mean they no longer recognize themselves...
"Um?"
Wen Rensu raised his eyes with a slightly puzzled look, as if it was just as Ling Zheng thought.
Hearing this, Ling Zheng secretly rejoiced. He sat down opposite him without any hesitation, picked up the teapot on the table and shook it gently. There was tea.
He took two teacups, placed one next to Wen Rensu and the other in front of himself, and filled the teacups to 80% for both of them. A few small tea stems floated on the surface of the tea, drifting in the air.
"Maybe it's been too long and you don't recognize me. We know each other better after a fight. Let's have some tea first." Ling Zheng casually made a few prevarications, raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a friendly manner.
Wen Rensu stopped the hand that was groping for his sword and said with a half-smile: "This is my home, you are welcome."
"Heroes appreciate heroes. I believe you won't mind." Ling Zheng waved his hand in response to Wen Rensu's attack, saying unconcernedly, "Don't call me Your Excellency. My name is Ling Zheng."
He was much more tactful in his words than he was five years ago. No, he had only exposed his thorns to Wen Ren Su because of the effect of the love Gu.
At that moment, he believed Wenren's amnesia, and of course he did not dare to lose his temper rashly.
"Ling Zheng...?" Wen Rensu slowly opened his lips, dragging out a suspicious tone, with his head tilted, as if he was pondering something.
The voice that only appeared in dreams reappeared, calling his name. In an instant, Ling Zheng's eyes became hot, and a faint blush appeared at the corners of his eyes, making him look exceptionally bright and charming.
His throat tightened, and he asked cautiously, "Do you remember anything?"
Wen Rensu shook his head and stared at the other person with a puzzled expression.
Ling Zheng smiled as if he didn't care, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then raised his hand to signal Wen Rensu to drink as well.
Facing Ling Zheng's expectant gaze, Wen Rensu picked up the teacup and slowly brought it to his mouth. Just as it was about to touch the tea, he suddenly put it down.
"Bang!" The cup collided with the wooden table, making a loud sound. Half a cup of tea splashed onto the table, spreading out a dark pool.
"Will the next Gu not be enough?" Wen Rensu suddenly changed the subject, rebuking him coldly, his eyes filled with disbelief, a smile tinging with anger. The previously polite "Your Excellency" also became "You."
"I was poisoned because I wasn't as skilled as others. Now that the love poison has been removed, I don't care. Do you still want to harm me?" At the end, Wen Rensu's tone became colder.
Hearing this, Ling Zheng stood up suddenly. His originally soft and bright eyes suddenly turned, and he released a sinister aura again. He said word by word: "You lied to me?"
Wen Rensu drew out the sword from its scabbard, raised the silver-glowing blade, and placed it on the side of Ling Zheng's neck.
"roll."
He uttered a word softly, his cold eyes fixed on the sword, as if he didn't want to look at the person who hurt him again.
Ling Zheng wanted to make an arc at the corner of his mouth, but failed. He lost the strength to move his muscles. He glanced at Wen Rensu coldly, and just like that time, he left his lonely figure behind and disappeared into the distance.
Staying here any longer would only bring humiliation upon himself, and Ling Zheng couldn't afford to lose face like this! He thought angrily.
Where Ling Zheng couldn't see, Wen Rensu's eyes were fixed on his broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted figure, brewing thoughts as thick as ink.
People will never cherish things that are obtained too easily. He saw that Ling Zheng had not yet realized the truth and was just being possessive like a child.
We need to force him to open his mind, even if it means using any means. Wen Rensu's eyes curved, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
-----------------------
The author has something to say: Hahaha, I guessed wrong, Su Su didn’t lose his memory
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
