The long swords that had tasted countless blood were all unsheathed at this moment, flashing with murderous aura.
The old man and the young man were both filled with coldness, but Master Xia still had a faint smile on his face.
To Master Xia, these hundreds of lives seemed insignificant; he just handled them casually, just like the red plum blossom he picked casually.
Since you are weak, you are destined to be ravaged.
Since you are humble, you are destined to be trampled upon.
This is fate.
“Quack…”
There seemed to be a faint sound of crows coming from the distant direction. The old man kneeling on one knee was about to stand up, but he heard a high-pitched female voice coming from outside the window: "Master Xia, my daughter asked me to pass on a message!"
In the snow and wind, even though the girl tried to shout, her voice was still somewhat dissipated by the cold wind.
Juanbi stood far away at the door of the guest house, wearing a large and thick cloak, holding a small glass lantern in one hand, and looking at the handsome young man standing by the window.
Her right hand tightly grasped the handle of the lantern inside her cloak. She felt a chill on her neck and it seemed as if a pair of eyes were staring at her in the darkness.
Master Xia turned his face halfway to the side, his eyes lowered, and he didn't even raise his head, just like a finely carved jade statue.
A snowflake gently landed on the tip of his nose, but he remained motionless.
Outside the window was a vast expanse of white snow and the sky was full of silver. The young man was hidden behind the dark window, with only half of his chin exposed in the snow.
This window seems to be a clear boundary that divides the inside and outside of the window into two distinct worlds.
Just looking at the person behind the window, Juanbi felt a little scared. Her heart was pounding and almost jumped out of her chest, but her expression was very firm.
"rest assured."
The girl's gentle words echoed in her ears again, carrying a soothing power.
Juanbi counted silently in her heart: one, two, three.
Seeing no movement behind the window, she tremblingly took a few steps towards Master Xia with the lantern in hand. At the same time, she stretched out her left hand hidden in her cloak, opened her fist, and put her palm facing up.
In the center of the frozen red palm lay a small and exquisite snow-white paper crane.
A whistling cold wind blew by, and the paper crane was lightly blown up by the wind, floating upwards little by little.
The moment it left my palm, the paper crane spread its wings and flew towards the window with the wind as if it were alive.
In the dim, swaying light, the white paper crane seemed to be glowing with a faint glow, like a dream.
The cold wind was so strong that it almost tore apart and tore off all the densely packed plum blossoms on the branches, but it was particularly gentle to this small and fragile paper crane, and sent it away gently, escorting it all the way to the dark window.
“…” Juanbi’s eyes widened as he silently exclaimed in disbelief.
Not only Juanbi, but Master Xia also found it strange. For the first time, a crack appeared on his face, as if he was wearing a smiling mask.
It was no longer a charming and feminine smile, but a kind of amazement.
Master Xia, who had been standing still as a mountain, finally moved. He raised his left hand with the blood ring on it again, with his palm flat on the ground.
The paper crane without eyes fell tremblingly into his palm, its thin paper wings fluttering in the wind. It was unclear whether it was the crane itself flapping its wings or the wind blowing the paper wings.
The old and the young in the room also saw the paper crane flying over, and a flash of surprise flashed across their eyes, but then they calmed down.
These people are not rookies anymore. They have traveled all over the country, stepped on mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They have met many strange people and heard and witnessed the methods of Taoist priests and monks.
The paper crane landed in Mr. Xia's palm. He gently pinched one of the crane's wings with his other hand, and a smile of interest appeared on his blood-stained red lips.
Quite interesting.
That's all.
The eyes of the brilliant young man were still cold, calm and indifferent, and his mind was not shaken at all by this magical paper crane.
Now that he has made up his mind, he doesn't like to change it. After all, they are just ants and will die if they die.
He pinched a corner of the paper crane and shook it, but the paper crane seemed to have lost its "vitality" and became lifeless.
It has become a most ordinary origami.
The corners of Mr. Xia's lips drooped slightly, and he looked uninterested, but he still slowly unfolded the paper crane.
Huh? He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fixed on the creased white paper.
Since the girl specifically sent her maid to deliver the letter to him, it meant that she was afraid of death and did not dare to come by herself.
He originally thought that the other party was using this little trick to attract his attention and then beg for mercy.
However, there were only four simple words written on this piece of paper:
Divert trouble away.
The handwriting is neat and the strokes are vigorous.
She has the graceful beauty that is unique to women, as well as a carefree and neat spirit, without being hurried or nervous.
Mr. Xia's indifferent gaze lingered on the words on the paper, and the smile on his lips became more thoughtful.
These four words seemed to have a hidden meaning, as if the other party had seen through the intention of his visit.
Because of his pause, even the old man and the servant were startled, and their eyes could not help but look at the piece of paper in Master Xia's hand.
"Master Xia," Juanbi's voice almost broke again from outside the window, "Our girl said that Tianyin Pavilion and Master Xia had met once, and it is fate to meet again."
Master Xia finally showed some reaction, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He never cared too much about a dying person. He just glanced at him casually and only remembered that the other person's face was hidden in the hood of the cloak and was blurry.
Thinking about "Tianyin Pavilion", a bloody scene one day flashed through his mind.
It was her, the girl who saved Duke Wei and had miraculous medical skills.
She actually recognized herself? A gleam of light flashed across Mr. Xia's eyes. He casually crumpled the white paper into a ball and threw it out. The white paper had turned into countless tiny pieces of paper, which were rolled up with the wind and snow.
He walked towards the gate.
The old man and the servant were stunned. They thought that the young master would ignore this little maid, but they didn't expect that he would actually take action. It seemed that he was planning to meet the owner of the manor.
The old man hesitated for a moment, and at the moment when Master Xia was about to step out of the door, he asked cautiously: "Master, should we..." act according to the plan?
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young man in front of him: "Go ahead."
The two words were light, but colder than the wind and snow outside.
Meaning, the plan continues.
A hint of cold murderous intent flashed across the old man's eyes, and his gaze, like a sharp arrow, shot accurately through the open window at Juanbi who was outside in the wind and snow.
Young Master Xia opened the tung oil umbrella again and walked towards Juanbi in the wind and snow with the umbrella.
The strong snow and wind that seemed to blow people away was coming towards him, but his steps were calm and leisurely, as if he was walking in the gentle breeze and drizzle of the south of the Yangtze River.
The slender jade hand holding the handle of the tung oil umbrella was so steady that even in the wind and snow, the umbrella did not shake at all.
Seeing that Mr. Xia came out, Juanbi's heart, which had been hanging in the air, was relieved a lot, and her hands hidden in the cloak were already wet with sweat.
The girl said that the first step was to see whether Mr. Xia was willing to read the words on the paper crane.
As long as he looked at it, he would say the second sentence when he counted to "three" silently.
The second step is to see whether Master Xia is willing to come out.
As long as he is willing to come out, there is room for discussion.
Juanbi watched the other person approaching her without blinking. Although the other person was smiling, she felt an invisible sense of oppression.
When the other party walked about ten feet away, Juanbi swallowed her saliva, stretched out her hand as if to ask for permission, and pointed outside the courtyard, saying, "Our girl is waiting for you in the pavilion."
Her voice was trembling, and even the hand she raised was shaking slightly. She didn't know why, but she felt as if a cold wind was blowing through her body, making her feel chilly. Deep in her heart, she felt an instinctive fear that made her want to run away.
Walk out of the guest courtyard and go southeast along a small stone-paved path. You will see a small pavilion built next to a few green bamboos.
Juanbi wanted to follow, but a ghostly figure blocked her way.
The old man with silver hair and gray clothes had a thin face, as thin as a dead bamboo. He placed one arm across in front of Juanbi, and his old eyelids drooped weakly, shooting a cold light at Juanbi like lightning.
Juanbi took a half step back in fear, her legs hidden in her cloak going weak, and the uneasy feeling as if she was being stared at by a wild beast came over her again.
Her hand trembled, and the candle in the lantern flickered more violently. The light and shadow jumped rapidly, making the old man's gaunt face look somewhat hideous.
Young Master Xia walked over slowly, his steps carrying a peculiar rhythm. His blood-red cuffs were blown up by the wind, dancing in the dark night like blazing flames.
Gu Yanfei stood behind the stone table in the pavilion, looking at him intently.
In other words, she was not looking at him, but at his luck.
After just a moment, the scarlet "aura" lingering around his body became even redder and richer, as if it was about to drip out like blood.
According to legend, the Lycoris radiata on the other side of the underworld is nourished by blood, which is why it can be so gorgeous and achieve a beauty that does not belong to this earthly world.
“It’s beautiful.”
Gu Yanfei stared at the scarlet aura around him without blinking, and sighed sincerely.
Her voice was not loud, but Master Xia, who had just walked out of the pavilion, still heard it.
He paused for a moment, then continued to fold the tung oil umbrella. His handsome face was slightly tilted, and the soft light in the pavilion shone on his face, outlining his beautiful profile.
The narrow and slightly raised eyebrows curved into a charming arc.
No one has dared to say such words in front of him.
He shook the umbrella lightly, and the snowflakes on the umbrella scattered like countless crystal beads. The transparent ice crystals were reflected by his red clothes and refracted blood.
(End of this chapter)
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