Chapter 97: Sharpening the Knife
The festive wedding procession moved forward quickly. Liu Sheng watched the sedan chair go away, and then saw the side curtain of the sedan chair being lifted. A beautiful but helpless woman stuck her head out. Her phoenix crown and bridal robe could not hide her helpless look, nor could they hide the tears that rolled down her eyes.
She seemed to want to speak, but a pitch-black claw grabbed her throat and dragged her into the sedan chair.
Liu Sheng's eyes were wide open and bloodshot. He saw the beautiful face open its mouth, as if shouting -
"elder brother!"
Liu Sheng rushed forward like a madman. He drew the knife from his waist, but found that the knife in his hand was covered with rust.
He slashed at the ghost soldiers in the wedding procession, but was kicked to the ground by the ghost soldiers.
Liu Sheng fell into the rain, as if he had fallen into a cold ditch.
The foul-smelling muddy water in the ditch surged up and dragged him deeper and deeper into the water.
Liu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and gasped loudly.
The gloomy sky, the cold rain, and the wet clothes fell heavily on his body, as if a pair of invisible hands were dragging him down.
In the distance, a wedding procession, beating gongs and drums and playing music of joy, came towards him.
Liu Sheng's heart was beating violently, the muscles on his face were twitching, and the hot blood in his heart drove him, making him look at the wedding procession viciously like a man-eating beast.
He ran quickly, his feet stepping into the rain, splashing mud and water everywhere.
"Liang Ji!"
"Liang Ji——"
Liu Sheng collided head-on with the wedding procession, but the judge leading the way stopped him and said, "How dare you intrude on the City God's wedding!"
The judge stretched out his hand and pushed Liu Sheng, who flew back heavily and fell into the mud.
The curtain of the bright red sedan was suddenly opened, and Liang Ji struggled hard to escape.
But a ghost hand grabbed her throat and she couldn't get away no matter how she struggled.
Liang Ji looked at Liu Sheng who had fallen into the quagmire, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head at him and uttered two silent words:
"Go!"
Liu Sheng struggled to stand up, but the judges stepped on him and said, "Don't miss the auspicious time. Let's go."
Liu Sheng grabbed the judge's ankle and tried to twist him down, but it was as if he had grabbed a cold iron pillar that pressed him into the water, making it impossible for him to turn over.
One foot after another stepped on Liu Sheng's body, and the sounds of gongs, drums, suonas, and cheerful tunes rang above his head.
Liu Sheng watched the bright red sedan passing overhead. The dark red sedan, soaked by the rain, looked as if it were oozing blood.
The mud and water submerged Liu Sheng's body, pushing him deeper and deeper.
Gloomy weather and biting rain.
The soaked clothes hung on my body like armor, freezing me to the bone.
There were drops of water on Liu Sheng's eyebrows and eyelashes. He took a deep breath and looked at the wedding procession in the distance.
His face was as cold as iron, and his heart was as hot as fire.
Liu Sheng held the scabbard at his waist with his other hand and gripped the hilt tightly.
He planted his feet firmly on the ground and lowered his body, like a stone sculpture sitting at the intersection.
As the wedding procession approached, the judge leading the way raised his hand, and the noisy sounds of gongs, drums and suona stopped.
The judge narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who dares to stop the City God's bridal sedan chair?"
Liu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes like a man-eating tiger. He suddenly drew his sword, and the cold and beautiful sword light shone in the rain.
Like lightning! Like thunder!
The knife flashed and fell on the judge's body, and only then did the judge's face show fear.
With a swish.
The judge was split into two pieces, a tattered paper figure falling into the rain, which quickly soaked it. His soul transformed into a dark mist and gloomy wind, circling in front of the sedan chair with a wail.
"kill!"
Judge Wu on the other side rushed forward and smashed Liu Sheng on the head with the golden whip in his hand.
Liu Sheng kicked him in the heart, sending him retreating repeatedly.
At this time, the Black and White Impermanence threw out chains, locked Liu Sheng's legs on the left and right, and pulled hard, and Liu Sheng fell to the ground involuntarily.
The ghost messengers rushed forward with swords and knives.
The bright red blood spread in the rain like blooming red plum blossoms.
The curtain of the big red sedan was torn open. Liang Ji looked at Liu Sheng lying in a pool of blood and let out a silent wail. The phoenix crown fell into the rain and rolled to Liu Sheng's feet.
Liu Sheng stared at Liang Ji's face and wanted to speak, but his whole body kept sinking.
"Wait for me, wait for me to save you!"
Dark clouds covered the city, and the rolling clouds looked like the scales of a black dragon.
Lightning and thunder intertwined in the clouds, and strong winds and heavy rain poured down.
Liu Sheng stood at the intersection. He took off the bow from his back and gently stroked the bowstring with his fingers.
He took the arrow from the quiver, bent his bow and drew the arrow, looking in the direction where the wedding procession was coming from.
It's raining heavily.
The raindrops hit the ground, splashing up clouds of mist. But in the empty mist, there was nothing.
Liu Sheng's eyes were red and bloodshot were crawling in his eyeballs.
He hoped to see the wedding procession and his dearest and most beloved sister in the big red sedan chair.
But there was nothing.
"Why!"
The arrow fell to the ground, splashing water. Liu Sheng looked up at the sky and seemed to feel that there was a huge monster swimming in the clouds.
"Where? Where is my sister?"
He sat down dejectedly in the rain, and the sharp light that burst out seemed to be extinguished by the heavy rain.
A paper umbrella was opened above his head, and a young man in red clothes and black boots walked up to him.
"Stand up and pick up your bow and arrow."
"If you don't maintain your bow and arrows, sharpen your blade, maintain your spirit, and cultivate your martial arts, who can Liang Ji rely on?"
Liu Sheng stood up, silently put the bow and arrow on his back, and looked at Gong Mengbi.
Gong Mengbi slightly curved his eyes, as if smiling.
He pointed to the sky, to the pouring rain, and said, "The black dragon you saw and the storm you experienced will become reality one day."
"Once that day comes, you need to pick up your bow and arrow, pick up your long sword, and go rescue your sister."
Gong Mengbi spread out his hands, and a light fragrance floated from his palms.
When Liu Sheng smelled it, he immediately felt refreshed. His drunken mind gradually sobered up, and he realized that what he saw might not be reality, but a dream.
"Who are you? What do you want to say?"
Gong Mengbi laughed: "Are you awake? Then let's have a good chat."
The leaden clouds dissipated, and the wind and rain stopped.
Liu Sheng opened his eyes, only to find darkness before him and the familiar bed beneath him. He finally remembered that he was drunk again.
In the pitch-black room, there was only a hazy figure emitting a faint glow, like the hazy moonlight.
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