The hand that landed on Ying Jingjue's shoulder was covered in blood, so its original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
The young Chu Jun came back to his senses after the two pats. He was a little confused as to why he had made such a request. However, there was no need for him to refuse something that could be done along the way, so he agreed solemnly.
"When a benefactor entrusts me with something, I will go through fire and water to fulfill my mission."
Looking closer, the chivalrous man in front of him looked even thinner, and it seemed that he had no choice but to attack the Falling Moon Flow.
He glanced at it casually and suddenly stopped.
The swordsman in white hung at his side, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, which was different from the trembling after exhaustion.
Li Ningfeng once told him that his teacher had taught him in a letter that the foundation of becoming a swordsman was to first hold the sword firmly.
When it comes to using a sword, Master Ximian, who is at the top of the ranking, is naturally an expert at it. He is so skilled that there is no way he can't even hold a sword.
And as the Umbrella Ghost said just now, Master Ximian used to use the sword in his right hand ten years ago, but he used his left hand to draw the sword before.
As if noticing his attention, the swordsman in white lowered his eyes and glanced at his hands, paused, then switched to holding the sword with his left hand and put his right hand behind his back.
Ying Jingjue withdrew his gaze and asked worriedly, "Is the young master feeling unwell?"
Lian Shenwei coughed a few times, and the meridians that were impacted by the internal force began to react slowly and gradually spasmed. The meridians in his right hand, which had been broken before, reacted the most severely, and his hand trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't even notice it.
Even after it was sheathed, the Cangshan Sword was not very heavy, and his right hand could hardly hold it. If Ying Jingjue had not reminded him, he would not have even noticed that the sword had slipped out of his hand.
Normally, the wide and solid cuffs could still cover it up a bit, but now the clothes are tied at the cuffs, and the hands are exposed, so they can be seen at a glance.
Feeling weak all over, Lian Shenwei could hardly stand. He looked around for a place, lifted his coat and sat down casually.
My clothes were half wet, and the stone I was sitting on was also wet from the rain.
He didn't care whether it was clean or not, he just put the sword aside and moved very smoothly, no one could tell that he was just using the force to support himself.
Lian Shenwei simply admitted Ying Jingjue's guess, half true and half false: "Ten years ago, the tendons of my right hand were cut, and I can't fight easily. Since then, besides wandering around the world, I have been seeking medical advice."
"I have heard that the heir of the Feng family has superb medical skills. I have been searching for many years before I got a glimpse of his whereabouts. This trip is to find the heir of the Feng family for treatment."
"The owner of Fudu Villa is an old friend of mine. June 2nd is their death anniversary. If I had gone there to seek medical treatment, I would not have been able to pay my respects this year. Fortunately, I met you. You will go on my behalf this year."
Ying Jingjue's breathing was slightly sluggish.
It was for this reason that Master Ximian had not appeared in the martial arts world for ten years. According to the time, Master Ximian was about the same age as he is now.
Just when I was full of energy and enthusiasm,...
Ying Jingjue was silent for a moment: "Young Master said that you can't use force at will, what about just now?"
Lian Shenwei's face was extremely pale under the fence. He closed his eyes and paused for a long time before he calmed his voice and said, "It's no problem."
Although he hadn't spoken to Jingjue in such a peaceful manner for a long time, he now hoped that the child would leave as soon as possible.
If he said a few more words, he might not be able to hold on any longer.
If I really fainted here, all the careful planning I had done before would probably be in vain.
Ying Jingjue: “I…”
Lian Shenwei spoke before he did, "Prince, please leave quickly. I should hurry up too."
Ying Jingjue: "It's already very late, are you going alone?"
"Of course not. I have an appointment with some friends in Yunbei. They are waiting for me at the inn over there. I can't make them wait anxiously." Lian Shenwei saw that he was still worried, so he smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "Prince, go ahead. Just don't forget what you promised me."
"At least I won't end up alone and without friends."
Ying Jingjue bowed and said, "In that case, Master and I will say goodbye now."
Such a great hero must have many close friends and relatives, so his worries seem unnecessary.
Lian Shenwei watched the young man's back as he walked away, stood up by holding the stone wall behind him, and found a nearby cave to hide in.
The cave is dry, with a rock block inside that can barely be considered a stone bed.
People with great inner strength can see at night, but Lian Shenwei's eyes were dark now, the cave was blurry, and he could not see anything because of the fence. He took it down, staggered a few steps, and was tripped by something, and fell in front of the stone bed.
“Ahem…”
The young man kept coughing up blood from his throat. The toxins in his blood that had accumulated over the years had reached a balance and then became unbalanced again. It was far more severe than the attack he had experienced ten years ago when he was rescued by Feng Ke.
He curled up in pain, his blood also lost its temperature, and his neck and behind his ears were cold and sticky. Lian Shenwei didn't know whether it was blood or cold sweat on his body.
If it were blood, it would be a real waste.
When bleeding was done before, it was almost impossible to bleed in the later stages. If bleeding was as easy as it is now, he wouldn't have to cut so many times on his arm.
Lian Shenwei took out a thin bamboo tube from his arms, opened it, and poured out a few pills he usually took and a secret sentry.
He swallowed a few pills mixed with blood, then took the whistle and blew it twice with difficulty.
This secret sentry is specially made. He is the female sentry, and the sub-sentry is only for Mingzhang and Tiannan.
Once the main whistle is blown, the sub-whistle will vibrate silently on its own to prevent Lian Shenwei from getting into danger.
After doing this, he was completely exhausted.
His thoughts began to wander aimlessly. His ears seemed to be blocked by cotton. It seemed to be an illusion, but he vaguely heard the sound of horse hooves.
The side of his face was a little itchy, but Lian Shenwei couldn't lift his hand to scratch it.
What a wolf...
It's been a long time since I've been so fierce.
Feng Ke said that unless it was a desperate situation, he should not draw his sword easily, otherwise his life would be in danger if he drew it more than three times. However, this kind of pain was really worse than death.
Now that Feng Ke is not by his side, he doesn’t know if he can survive if he draws the sword this time.
Now there is only one person who can be considered an enemy. Apart from them, he is also concerned about the affairs of Beiyi and Li Ningfeng.
Li Ningfeng has Feng Ke to treat him, so even without his blood, nothing serious should happen. Jing Jue grows up slowly, and as he wishes, they become strangers.
After this assassination, the people behind the scenes are cautious and probably won't make another move during the southern tour. As long as Jing Jue returns to the capital, Feng Ke, Ming Cang, Tiannan, Ming Qin, Li Ningfeng, and Emperor Jingcheng will all protect him.
Whenever he thought about the fact that Ying Jingjue personally presided over Wei Li's funeral and watched the burial, he felt upset.
Before leaving, he had already told Tiannan to find a rainy day to dig up Wei Li's grave. Now the old man's disciples must be crying and cursing in front of the grave...
He felt happy and coughed twice with a smile.
When he was young, he never thought that one day he would feel happy about this kind of thing. He didn't even feel any regret for those innocent people who were implicated because of his hatred.
Sometimes, he even felt that it was not enough.
He would always remember the night when blood flowed like a river at Fudu Villa, and how he buried the people in the villa into coffins handful by handful of soil.
I wonder if my father, mother and sister would be disappointed when they see how despicable, dark and bloody he is now.
I think I will be disappointed.
Lian Shenwei recalled that when he was about ten years old, he had just begun to master martial arts and was gifted. It was the age when boys were jumping around and loved to cause trouble.
Today the bowl of Li Er's family at the foot of the villa was broken, and tomorrow the dog of Song Si's family was lost, causing great disturbance to the whole family.
If someone came to ask for justice, A Niang would lock him up and protect him, and use her soft and anxious voice with a Jiangnan accent to persuade them, and compensate them at the same time. Those who paid the price would have to pay the price, and those who were looking for trouble would have to look for trouble.
Sister...
My sister would laugh at his jokes and bring him lotus leaf chicken and sour fruit wine when he was in confinement.
The lotus leaf chicken wrapped in Jinling’s lotus leaves in June is the most tender.
The elder sister used a snow sword to cut the lotus leaf chicken into pieces, and the two siblings devoured it right there, taking turns drinking a cup. The whole ancestral hall was filled with the aroma of meat and the sweet smell of sour fruit wine.
If it were my father, he would have been furious and scolded him, ordering the kitchen not to cook for him, while ignoring the chicken bones of the lotus leaf chicken in the ancestral hall.
But if he was really bullied, his face-conscious old man would probably be the first to turn hostile...
But he still disappointed them.
Throughout the history of the Lian family, there has never been a descendant like him.
The family precepts state that the descendants of the Lian family must be upright and virtuous, loyal, kind, honest, not kill innocent people, and not commit sins... He copied the family precepts countless times in the ancestral hall when he was young, but now it seems that he has violated every word of it.
Fortunately, the name written on the family tree of this generation of the Lian family is Lian Yubai, not Lian Shenwei.
The person who was being cursed was Lian Shenwei, and he had nothing to do with the Lian family of Jinling or Fudu Villa.
It became increasingly difficult to breathe, and his breathing gradually weakened.
Warm and peaceful memories of the past flashed before my eyes.
[“Yubai, mom made sweet-scented osmanthus soup. Come over for dinner.”] This is my elder sister’s voice.
[“Hmph! Why ask him to do anything? The brat just runs around all day and causes trouble!”] This is my father’s voice.
[Hey, hey, what are you doing? Wait for Yubai, why are you in such a hurry?] This is the sound of my mother hitting the back of my father's hand with a chopstick.
The stone table was placed under a tree full of flowers. Butterflies swirled in the breeze and willow leaves swayed in the wind. The three of them sat in front of the stone table, smiling at him and waving at him.
Everyone is waiting for him.
Lian Shenwei's eyelids felt hot, and his wet eyelashes looked like a smudge of ink. He closed his eyes.
He restrained himself and knew clearly that it was an illusion, but he couldn't help but wonder if his sister and the others didn't blame him for killing so many people for revenge and told him to come here on purpose.
Before his consciousness slipped into darkness, he vaguely thought that it was okay to just leave this world without any attachment.
After both parties said goodbye, Ying Jingjue hurried back with the remaining surviving secret guards.
He didn't bring many people this time. Apart from the stronger secret guards, there were only a few remaining guards.
After going through a life-and-death crisis, in addition to the trip to Jinling to pay respects as he had just agreed to, Ying Jingjue now only wanted to verify one thing -
Was this assassination done by Lian Shenwei?
He hurried to the place where the boat was being rescued with his men, and met Xiao Zhizi with a sullen look on his face.
Many of the guards behind Xiao Zhizi were injured, and the surrounding area of the ship was filled with the smell of blood, and there were also some dead bodies of men in black. Ying Jingjue recognized that they were the same group of killers who were chasing him.
He called Xiao Zhizi and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"
Xiao Zhizi didn't seem to expect to see him here, the shock on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he trotted over. After seeing Ying Jingjue's current appearance and the blood all over his body, he was so scared that he burst into tears.
"Your Highness, what happened to you? You're injured? Did you also encounter an assassin?"
also?
Ying Jingjue had not expected such a scene. All his guesses were overturned. His heart sank: "Where is the Regent?"
Xiao Zhizi wanted to cry but had no tears: "Not long ago, someone tried to assassinate the Regent. I only heard someone shouting, 'Where is the Regent?' and most of the assassins chased after him. After the situation was under control, I went to the Regent's room and saw that there was no one inside."
"The Regent is nowhere to be found, and there is only an arrow on the pillar."
Ying Jingjue: "Did you see clearly which direction the assassin chased?"
Xiao Zhizi pointed to the north.
"Where are the guards around the Regent?"
“It’s… it’s gone too.”
Ying Jingjue took a deep breath and said, "Search for me. Search carefully for me."
"If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body," he said with a slightly darker look in his eyes.
Regardless of whether Lian Shenwei was involved in this matter or not, it is undeniable that the situation in the capital is now in chaos, my father is biased, Ningfeng has not yet recovered, and the people in the north are eyeing us covetously.
The regent of the Great Sheng Dynasty cannot die yet.
At least not now.
"Please——"
Qiu Che stopped at a broken valley and dismounted.
There were traces of fighting all along the way, which made him frown.
There should be a group of people chasing and killing, and another group of people fleeing, but he didn't see any trace of that person's attack. He clearly felt the familiar sword energy, but there was no one here.
He tied up the horse and walked to the center of the ravine. It was broken here, probably caused by human intervention. There were bloodstains all around, but no body was found. Perhaps the body had fallen into the ravine.
There were some puddles of water on the pitted stone surface, reflecting a dim light.
Qiu Che's eyes suddenly focused.
The next second, he put the sword behind his back, flew up, grabbed the edge of the ravine before jumping down, and reached out to touch a dent on the edge of the stone.
The depressions are sharp and smooth.
This is...
The sword marks left by the Cangshan Sword.
"Rest," the swordsman whispered.
He looked around carefully and only found this trace of sword marks. It seemed as if the sword's owner had intentionally concealed his own attack but accidentally left behind this mark.
Ximian has almost no enemies, but the one time he showed up, he acted so cautiously, leaving no trace. Was it to avoid him?
Qiu Che used his strength to stand on the edge of the ravine again, and looked coldly at the other side of the ravine. There were also bloodstains there, mixed with many scattered footprints.
Maybe he is sleeping inside.
The sword marks he found were very fresh, indicating that the person had not gone far.
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