Chapter 18: Dangerous Intent
Two months ago.
At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, a light rain had just fallen and there was a breeze in the bamboo forest, blowing from the west.
The rain at the beginning of spring is still cold, and passers-by have to put on thick clothes when they touch it.
Zhuxing got lost in the bamboo forest, a mountain she had never been to before, just because she wanted to take a shortcut and rush to Xiutu City to meet someone as soon as possible.
There is nothing in the bamboo forest except bamboo.
The only dry food she had with her were two hard biscuits.
At this time, even if there is a stove, you can burn firewood to boil water, soak the pancakes to soften them, and drink a sip of hot water to warm your body.
The horse was also deflated and kept circling in the bamboo forest, unable to get out.
Zhuxing had no choice but to tie it aside and find the way himself. The horse's hoof was injured, and the horse needed rest more than the human.
She patted the horse's back and said, "I'll go explore the way."
There was no one in the woods, not even a single house.
There was dead silence. Zhuxing stepped on the weeds and almost tripped over the grass rings several times. He had to leave this place before dark, otherwise he would freeze to death here.
I don’t know when, the rain started again. The dead silent bamboo forest was no longer silent because of the sound of rain. Zhuxing opened his oil-paper umbrella.
She was wearing a sky-blue dress that had become white from washing, but except for the mud on the hem, everything else was clean. Her collar was clean, her waist pendant was clean, and even the piece of jade on the edge of the pendant was clean.
Walking further, I saw a man in the distance leaning against a thick bamboo. He was injured and I didn't know whether he was pretending to be asleep or had fainted.
He heard footsteps.
Through the cracks of his eyes, a girl was walking towards him. Her sky-blue clothes made him suspect for a moment that she was a demon from the bamboo forest.
She was holding an umbrella, and he couldn't see her face. He could only see her muddy skirt and a pair of white boots under the umbrella.
The sound of raindrops "da da da da" was heard above his head, and a muffled sound covered his head. It turned out that the woman tilted the umbrella towards him.
The wind and rain are coming.
Her sky-blue dress swayed in the wind, and the waist pendant rubbed against several copper beads, making a crisp sound of jade hitting each other.
Everything was cold, the breath of death hung everywhere, only her hands were warm.
She came over to check his breathing and pulse, and the place where she covered him had the special scent of a woman's makeup.
Different from the smell he smelled in Chang'an, the strong floral scent on the people in the palace made him uncomfortable. The smell of powder on her body was very light, so light that ordinary people would not notice it.
She helped him up with one hand, put her arm under his armpit, hugged his shoulders, and held up the oil-paper umbrella with the other hand.
She must be a woman with some martial arts skills, otherwise she wouldn't be able to help him up so easily.
He was a little wary, but not too wary.
Because he knew that his injuries were not serious, he was just resting and recovering his internal strength and spirit.
Zhuxing stopped and saw a dilapidated hut.
There was no one in the room, so Zhuxing put him down and let him rest against the pillar.
He was too tired to even open his eyes to look at her.
She should have known he was dangerous, because she wasn't so blind as not to see the bodies around him, all of them his own doing, forty or fifty people killed, each one fatal.
Then why did she take him with her? Wasn't she afraid of being implicated?
When he was leaving, the Queen Mother told him that actually the women in the palace were actually very good people, but they were trapped in the forbidden court and learned the tricks of torturing people by hurting them. She said that if people could not escape from such days and could not find some fun, they would go crazy.
But she told him not to be afraid to love a woman because of this.
Zhuxing walked out.
He thought she was leaving.
After a while, her horse also came. It turned out that she went to look for her horse.
The hut was deserted and deserted. The woman sat in a stone circle inside the house. There were spider webs hanging in the corners of the house. He could hear the sound of the spiders crawling, not to mention the sound of her lighting the wet firewood.
Zhuxing dusted off the moldy quilt on the bed and covered him with it.
The pungent musty smell made him feel more uncomfortable than if a dead person's blood were splashed on him.
He could have raised his hand to throw the quilt away, but he didn't.
Late at night, Zhuxing began to string the dry and hard cakes on bamboo branches and bake them.
The dry food gave off a fragrant aroma as it was surrounded by the flames.
Zhuxing pushed him, but seeing that he didn't respond, he started eating by himself.
The evening clouds hung low in the bamboo forest, and the clouds were dark, like ink spreading on an inkstone.
Suddenly, a sound came from a distance, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of rapid horse hooves.
Zhuxing immediately hid him carefully.
There were more than one person on horseback, but seven or eight people in total.
Zhuxing slowly backed away, her hand already touching the whip at her waist. As long as she pulled it out, these people would immediately attack her.
Zhuxing had no chance of winning against such a group of strong and brave men.
She was considering whether to send him away.
They asked her if she had seen the man.
The portrait one of them took out was exactly the man's face.
So she nodded.
"Have you seen it?"
Zhuxing said yes, "He was among the dead. I saw him from a distance in the daytime and hid away."
"Where?"
Zhuxing pointed out the location to them, which was at least five miles away from here.
They were very calm and composed. They looked at Zhuxing's face. Zhuxing looked at them blankly, "What's wrong? Do you want me to go with you?"
They were a little anxious, pointing their whips at her, "If I find out you're lying, I'll shoot you to death with an arrow."
His ferocity was revealed in his face, and he was delusionally trying to overwhelm such a girl.
The man she hid had a bad temper. If he wanted to, he could fight them now and kill these minions here.
But he was patient because she seemed so confident.
When they were gone she dragged him back to the fire.
Zhuxing stared at his hand, a slender and white hand. When he turned it over, he saw only thin calluses on the palm. He really couldn't imagine how he had killed so many people. His nails were trimmed very carefully, and his face was indescribably noble and handsome. He was obviously a child of a wealthy family. His strong and sturdy arms and shoulders that were not thin at all showed that he was well raised by his family and no one treated him harshly.
Only when she got closer did she realize that the hairpin on his head was extremely delicately carved, made of fine jade, as smooth as fat, and worth a fortune.
He was a different kind of person from her, but in a way, he was also the same.
There are always similarities and differences between killing and being killed.
Zhuxing has a quirk. Whenever she knows that Bu Yue has killed someone, she will go to the temple to pray for the deceased and to help him to be reborn, in order to accumulate some good karma for him.
I saved him because saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I hope God can give this merit to Senior Brother Bu Yue.
The people surrounding the hut walked as lightly as rabbits.
Star Chaser has not been discovered yet.
He had recovered his internal strength, and when he heard the formation being set up outside the house, his whole body was as taut as a bowstring, ready to fight back.
Zhuxing doesn't know yet.
She did not notice the murderous intent around her, nor did she hear the subtle sound like a duck or hawk stepping on the waves.
He stared at her, and it took a long time for Zhuxing to feel it.
"Are you awake?"
He didn't say anything, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.
Zhuxing reacted immediately, "Oh no! Are they back?"
The broken door was kicked open, and he used a simple gesture to let Zhuxing avoid it, while he held the sword and cut the man into pieces.
His swordsmanship was simple, but sharp and agile. Without excessive embellishment or sword flowers, every strike was fatal.
It seemed that under his swordsmanship, all human lives were equally lowly and insignificant.
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