ask willow

Chapter 11

The night was deep, and the moon was covered by thick clouds, and there was not a trace of starlight.

Liu Zhongyi couldn't see, and naturally he didn't feel that the moonless night was particularly dark, but when the wind blew, he felt the tiny raindrops caught in the wind and fell on the back of his hands, giving off a faint coolness.

The spring here seems to have abundant rain, and it often falls continuously and densely at night. When staying in the inn, you can always hear the sound of raindrops rolling on the window lattice.

An hour ago, he told the news to the current sect master of Wenjian Sect, that is, the senior brother Qin Shaorui in Yi Ru's mouth, that person immediately gathered all the disciples in the sect to the original meeting hall, and gathered those disciples who were still injured in the hall. They were protected by the center, while other martial arts masters were arranged in various corners of the atrium in front of the hall to hide their bodies. Once they found someone intruding, they would respond according to the negotiated simple formation.

Time is urgent, and the enemy will come over at any time, so we can only make the most conservative arrangements, so as not to be killed by surprise.

At this time, Liu Zhongyi was quietly sitting on a big tree in front of the courtyard of Wenjian Gate, listening attentively to the sounds around him.Although Wenjianmen appeared to be the same as usual at this time, in fact there was a hidden murderous intention.With his eyes closed, he could feel the aura of those people lurking in the dark. Everyone dared not relax, and their spirits were tense.

Liu Zhongyi is very familiar with this situation. When he was an assassin these few years, he often had to lurk in the dark, sometimes staying in one place for more than ten hours, just for the few moments when he struck.Long-term high-intensity nervous tension will make you extremely tired once you relax, so at this time, the most taboo is distraction.

The rain is falling thinly and densely, and the night wind blows the leaves rustling. On such a night of spring rain, it seems that you can hear the sound of the branches pulling out the buds and flower buds quietly blooming, and the faint fragrance also permeates the light rain. middle.

It's just that Liu Zhongyi didn't have the heart to appreciate these things. He heard the footsteps of a group of people stepping on the bluestone slab from a distance. The sound was not loud, and it was obviously made by people with martial arts skills.

What followed was the killing intent that made him most sensitive.

Strong killing intent.

When Wen Yan hurried back, it was already raining heavily at night, not in a dense and gentle appearance, but with the coldness of early spring, hitting the skin exposed outside his clothes like ice beads.

In the pattering rain, there was the sound of swords and soldiers, and when the night wind blew, one could smell a faint smell of blood.

Sure enough, it was late, but the sound of fighting showed that it was not too late.

Wen Yan didn't have time to think about it, so he flew onto the courtyard wall and stepped on the cornice towards the direction of the fighting sound.Yuan Qingfeng led a group of Yinshan sect disciples to follow quickly, and soon gathered in the fighting place in front of the meeting hall.

Although Wenjianmen was prepared to hear the news, but the catastrophe has not yet eased over. It is obvious that the opponent is well prepared and premeditated, and the disciples of the sect are very hard to support.

At this time, the blood in the huge courtyard was mottled, washed by the rain and turned into light red, spreading to the surroundings non-stop.

When Yuan Qingfeng led the disciples of the Yinshan School to break in, the group of masked people in night clothes were very surprised. They didn't know why he went and returned, and they couldn't help wondering whether they had been tricked.However, since they had already met face to face, there was no possibility of giving up and leaving immediately, and the people from the three parties fought in one place.

Wen Yanli glanced down on the courtyard wall in a hurry, but he didn't see Liu Zhongyi's figure, and couldn't help feeling uneasy, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a figure on the opposite eaves.

Across the icy rain curtain, I saw a person dressed in black, with a cloak soaked in rain, but still flying violently due to the energy from his body. The cloak was faintly embroidered with gold thread.

The man stood on the ridge of the roof with awe-inspiring aura, and opposite him, a man stood upright and straight, covered his face, and held a long sword in his hand. Cold raindrops slid down the sword, into a transparent bead string.

Even so, Wen Yan still recognized that the person holding the sword was Liu Zhongyi. Whether it was the light blue shirt he helped arrange with his own hands, or the straight and straight figure like a sword, he could catch a glimpse of him. It will be determined.

Rest assured, Wen Yan stepped on the courtyard wall towards that side, and when he got closer, he saw that Liu Zhongyi was holding a sword to protect a person behind him. That person was leaning against the cornice, and seemed to be seriously injured.

At this moment, a black shadow rose into the sky, attacked from behind, and slashed at the person who was protected by Liu Zhongyi behind him.Liu Zhongyi seemed to hear the sound of the wind, and when he turned around, he held a sword flower in his hand, and swiped open the cutting blade. Suddenly, water droplets splashed and internal forces collided, creating a thin curtain of rain.

When the attacker swung away, he threw out a hidden weapon, hitting Liu Zhongyi's chest and abdomen. At this moment, the other person standing on the roof also moved, his figure was as fast as a ghost, and he slashed at Liu Zhongyi, opening the empty door wide. the back.

"careful!"

Liu Zhongyi swung his sword and blocked the hidden weapon, but he didn't have time to avoid the blade behind him, so he could only turn sideways to reduce the range of touching the blade, and at the same time shot three silver needles backward with his left hand.

This is a game that hurts both sides. When he heard the reminder, it was already too late. He wanted to stop, but the silver needle had already left his fingertips.

At that moment, all the sounds seemed to be amplified in his ears. In the pattering rain, he could hear the sound of his clothes flapping, the dull sound of sharp weapons piercing his skin, and the crisp sound of weapons clashing. At the same time, he could also smell that The faint scent of medicine familiar to people.

The blade didn't land on him, but he felt the rain was icy cold, like an ice knife scraping.

The smell of blood diffused in the rain, stained with the faint fragrance of medicine, which made people dizzy.

"Wen—the owner of the villa..." Liu Zhongyi had always been relying on his voice to distinguish the direction of the blade's attack. In the messy wind just now, he really had no way of knowing what happened. He could only be sure that someone must have been injured.

It seemed that it was the first time since he was blind that he hated not being able to see so much. Liu Zhongyi gripped the long sword in his hand hard, his knuckles turned white.

"I am fine."

The soft and indifferent answer sounded amidst the sound of rain, Liu Zhongyi frowned, and before he could speak, he heard several explosions.

Wen Yan patted him on the shoulder lightly in a comforting manner. Those explosions were caused by the man in black throwing the exploded iron pellets, and white smoke filled the air. The group of masked men seemed to have heard the order, retreat together.

"Toxic, hold your breath."

Wen Yan raised his voice to remind that the white smoke was quickly dispersed and dissolved in the rain. Yuan Qingfeng chased them out with a few disciples of the Yinshan sect with strong martial arts skills. The corpses of the enemy and the enemy.

The faint smell of blood was still lingering, Liu Zhongyi recalled what happened just now, and frowned slightly, "Did you get hit by my silver needle just now?"

"Well," Wen Yan slapped his left shoulder skillfully, forcing the three silver needles out of his body, "It's okay, just give me the antidote."

Liu Zhongyi took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it over, Wen Yan took it, poured out a pill and took it, and put the porcelain bottle back in his hand.

When the palms overlapped, Liu Zhongyi touched his warm fingertips, and quickly withdrew his palms.

Seeing this, Wen Yan remained silent, stepped on the Daiwa on the roof, and walked over to check the injury of the person behind Liu Zhongyihu.

The man seemed to have passed out leaning against the cornice, Wen Yan leaned over to feel for his pulse, and felt that his pulse was unstable and his internal injuries were serious.

The man seemed to have sensed something, slowly woke up, looked up at the person in front of him, "...Villa Master Wen."

When Wen Yan went after Yuan Qingfeng, he had already taken off his mask. Seeing the young man raised his head at this time, he also recognized that he was the current master of Wenjianmen, so he nodded.

Qin Shaorui knew that he was going to chase the people from the Yinshan School back to help, and now seeing him here, he knew that Yuan Qingfeng and others had also come, so he felt relieved and said gratefully: "Thank you."

"No need," Wen Yan stretched out his hand to help him up, "Most of your injuries are internal injuries, you can adjust your breathing for a while and you'll be fine."

Qin Shaorui took advantage of his strength to stand up, and when he looked up, he saw a deep gash on his right shoulder and even his forearm. The blood stained half of his sleeves red, which was shocking, "Master Wen, you—"

Before he finished speaking, the hand holding him tightened slightly, Qin Shaorui had to stop, Wen Yan shook his head, motioning him not to speak.

Qin Shaorui followed the trend and looked behind him, only to see that the man who saved him was frowning. Although there was no expression in his eyes, if he could see it, he must be looking at this side, and he knew that Wen Yan probably didn't want that People know it, so they don't say more.

When Liu Zhongyi came to tell him the news, Qin Shaorui realized that the man was invisible, and he didn't expect the opponent to make a move during the melee, but he never thought that Liu Zhongyi would save him when he was besieged by several people.

"Go down."

Wen Yan's words interrupted his thinking, Qin Shaorui nodded, fell to the ground with the help of that person, and then began to check the conditions of other people in the door.

Liu Zhongyi also flew down from the roof and stood beside Wen Yan. As long as he got close, the smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of medicine would become stronger.

"You are hurt?"

Wen Yan responded lightly: "No."

Liu Zhongyi took a step closer and frowned: "You smell very bloody."

"It was just accidentally stained." Wen Yan said as if casually, and changed the subject: "Is the wound on your back okay?"

Liu Zhongyi frowned: "It hurts a bit."

"Let me take a look." Wen Yan pulled him under the eaves, just a little closer, Liu Zhongyi held his shoulder with his backhand, and then slid his cold fingertips down the deep wound on his arm, forcefully He made a muffled grunt.

"You lied to me." Liu Zhongyi withdrew his hand. Although he couldn't see it, he knew for sure what the warm liquid on his finger was.

Wen Yan didn't realize it was a bit funny, but also a little helpless. He was indeed too careless. Like Liu Zhongyi, he would never say it hurts. He should have noticed something wrong when he heard him say that.

Liu Zhongyi frowned and said in a cold voice, "Why did you lie to me?"

Sighing slightly, Wen Yan comforted him: "It's just a small injury, just take some medicine and it will be fine."

Liu Zhongyi didn't say anything anymore, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he didn't intend to talk to him anymore.

Silence spread, and the sound of the rain in the night gradually became clear. Wen Yan felt a little uncomfortable being suppressed by the cramped atmosphere, and said, "I'll go and see the other people's injuries."

After saying that, he walked into the rain curtain.

The faint scent of medicine and the strong smell of blood gradually dissipated. Liu Zhongyi listened to the sound of rain falling from the eaves on the steps, and did not move for a long time.

It was early morning after Wen Yan healed the seriously injured disciples in Wenjianmen, and the Hidden Mountain Sect had returned after unsuccessful pursuit, so the gate was safe for the time being.Just wondering if those people would attack again, Yuan Qingfeng decided to stay here with his disciples for the time being.

Wen Yan went to the room where Wenjianmen lived temporarily to change the bloody clothes, and after simply bandaging the wound that had stopped bleeding, he packed up his and Liu Zhongyi's things, and said goodbye to everyone in the gate.

In the twilight, Liu Zhongyi closed his eyes and stood under the eaves leaning against the porch pillar, and opened his eyes when he heard his footsteps coming out.

Wen Yan said, "Go back to the inn."

Liu Zhongyi nodded, turned around and left.

This is... still angry?

Wen Yan couldn't help sighing, how to coax her?Speaking of it, I seem to have no experience in coaxing people at all.

After the two walked out of the Sword Asking Gate, they stopped for a while in a remote and deserted alley. Wen Yan put on the human skin mask again and pasted his beard, while Liu Zhongyi took off the scarf that had been covering his face.

Wen Yan looked at that face for a moment, and saw that he was still expressionless, and he couldn't see that he was unhappy or angry at all.

"What are you doing?" Liu Zhongyi was keenly aware of that gaze, and raised her hand in confusion, trying to push him away.

Pressing the cold palm just on the wound, Wen Yan snorted, and said with a helpless low smile: "The location is really accurate."

Liu Zhongyi said coldly: "Isn't it enough to just take some medicine?"

Although he said so in his mouth, he frowned and retracted his hand, squeezing his palm a little bit annoyed.

The duplicity was too obvious, Wen Yan smiled slightly, but didn't try to expose it, and responded, "Let's go."

When the two returned to the inn, it was early in the morning, and there were already scattered guests on the first floor, so no one noticed them.

Wen Yan seemed to have inadvertently asked the waiter about the people who lived in the shop recently, and he learned that the people who raided Wenjianmen had already settled the money when they left last night.

Wen Yan turned to look at Liu Zhongyi, and asked, "Would you like some breakfast?"

Liu Zhongyi shook his head and asked Xiao Er to bring hot water to the room.

Wen Yan couldn't help but sigh again.

Although Liu Zhongyi usually has that expressionless face, doesn't talk much, and rarely takes the initiative to say anything, but why does he feel that this person is sulking?

The atmosphere that had obviously eased in the past two days suddenly became more rigid, and it was obvious that he could no longer be as indifferent as before.

The two went upstairs, Liu Zhongyi didn't know what the man was thinking, and went back to the room.

In fact, what Wen Yan thought was not entirely correct, Liu Zhongyi was not actually angry with him, if it was said that he was bored, he was only angry with himself.

Hate yourself for being so useless, not being able to protect yourself in that situation, and even being a burden to others.

Although at the beginning he was indeed annoyed because of Wen Yan's concealment, but after thinking about it, what right did he have to ask him to be honest about everything?It's not helpful, and it's not a close relationship. As he himself said, the two of them are just temporary allies. They just got together because of the same purpose, and they probably aren't even friends.

If he has been so useless, he probably isn't even good enough for an ally.

The shop waiter knocked on the door to deliver hot water, and left after the tub was half full.

Liu Zhongyi took off his half-wet clothes, soaked in the warm water, and relaxed his tense body.

Close your eyes, wait for a long time, and then open them again.

It was still pitch black.

In the past five years, he has been helpless, lost his only relative, was resented and neglected by the person he liked, faced with uncertain assassinations, and when faced with difficult tasks, he felt infinitely exhausted when his life was hanging by a thread. Instantly wanted to give up.

I remember one time when he was seriously injured and managed to return to Baicao Village, he suddenly found that he had no position to ask that person to treat his injury.

He should have found out a long time ago, shouldn't he?

In other words, he should have always understood.

So why go back there?

It was also raining lightly that day, and the pear blossoms in the courtyard of Baicaozhuang were in full bloom. He didn't know why, but he had the strength to walk outside the courtyard, and saw Wen Yan sitting at the stone table drinking, with a vaguely calm and gentle expression on his face. He just frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

He only glanced at it, but he didn't enter the courtyard, but leaned against the outer wall of the courtyard, quietly listening to the sound of the rain and the sound of the man gently placing the wine glass.

For a moment, he felt that his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, and there was only a stone wall between him and that person, but he couldn't find a reason to step in.

Even though he knew that Wen Yan would save even an unrelated person.

But he is not an irrelevant person, he feels that Wen Yan hates himself.

At that time, the thought that flashed through my mind was, if Ruo died like this, would that person still hate him after knowing it?

Probably when a person is injured, his mind is always a little unclear. That day he left Baicaozhuang and went to Zhaixinglou.Of course, he didn't die in the end. When I think about it afterwards, I can't help but laugh at myself. My thoughts at that time were so ridiculous.

People always hope to be treated equally, but love can never be forced.

He didn't expect that person's gentle treatment for a long time, he only thought that even if he was alone, he would not rely on anyone and would not live in a mess.He has clearly done it these years, but now the world in front of him is suddenly plunged into darkness, he seems to have lost his only support, flustered, helpless, and fearful, but he can only bear it by himself.

Wen Yan was injured trying to save him, but he didn't understand that person's thoughts, but suddenly realized that these days, they seemed to be much closer than before.These intimacy comes from the helplessness after being blind, and also from the invisible connivance of gentleness.

That person probably wanted to pay back the favor he owed him. If he fell into it unprepared, he would be asking for trouble.

The water in the bathtub had become icy cold unconsciously. Liu Zhongyi dried her body and fumbled to put on clean clothes when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Liu Zhongyi walked to the door, put his hand on the door, and asked aloud.

"It's me." The voice outside the door was gentle and familiar.

Liu Zhongyi opened the door, "What's the matter?"

"It's time to drink the medicine," Wen Yan said, "Let me see the injury on your back."

Liu Zhongyi was slightly taken aback, and stepped aside to open the door.

Wen Yan walked in and put the medicine bottle and bowl in his hand on the table.Liu Zhongyi closed the door and walked to the table, raised her hand and carefully searched for the position of the medicine bowl on the table.

"I come."

Wen Yan picked up the medicine bowl like a few days ago, and wanted to feed him, but Liu Zhongyi shook his head and said, "I'll do it myself." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take the medicine bowl.

Wen Yan handed the medicine bowl to him, watched him finish drinking, and said, "Sit down, let me see your injury."

Liu Zhongyi nodded, sat down and untied the skirt of his clothes which had been tied up in a hurry.

Wen Yan took a clean cloth towel beside him and helped him wipe his drenched long hair. The black hair just washed was soft and smooth, and it felt moist and cool in his hand.

Liu Zhongyi was not used to such intimate movements, so he couldn't help being a little stiff, sitting still, but because the man's movements were too natural, he couldn't make a sound to stop him.

After a while, Wen Yan put down the half-wet cloth, carefully pulled his shirt down his shoulders, and inspected the wound.The wound that had already begun to heal was probably due to the fight and some bleeding, and the bright red color was oozing out.

"Why didn't you tell me the wound was open?" Wen Yan frowned, picked up the medicine bottle on the table, and carefully sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound.

Liu Zhongyi was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I said it."

Wen Yan thought about it for a while, and realized that he should be referring to the sentence that said the wound was a little painful. He really didn't know what expression to make, so he carefully cleaned up the wound for him and pulled up his shirt.

Liu Zhongyi straightened his clothes and said, "Is your injury okay?"

Wen Yan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Liu Zhongyi nodded, and said a little bluntly: "Next time...you don't have to do this."

"Huh?" Wen Yan gave him a puzzled look, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Liu Zhongyi said lightly: "The owner also saved me once, so there is no need to feel indebted again."

Wen Yan frowned, "I do feel that I owe something, but I didn't save you for this."

"Why is that?" Liu Zhongyi turned his face slightly in doubt.

"I..." Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't have an answer to this question, "I didn't think too much about it."

Liu Zhongyi didn't ask any further questions, and nodded as if he didn't care much.

"Zhong Yi," Wen Yan sat down opposite him, thought for a while, and said, "Are you angry with me?"

Liu Zhongyi said: "Why did you say that? The owner has not done anything wrong, so what right do I have to be angry?"

Wen Yan couldn't help frowning after hearing this: "In your eyes, who am I?"

"Allies." Liu Zhongyi said the answer that he had thought about for a long time without hesitation.

Wen Yan was taken aback, an inexplicable emotion flashed across his heart, and he fell silent.

Liu Zhongyi couldn't see his expression, so he waited for a while, but he didn't hear his reply, so he said, "Master, I'm tired, you should go back and rest."

"Okay." Wen Yan got up, picked up the empty medicine bowl, and said when he went out: "I just asked Xiaoer to prepare some food, you can eat something before going to sleep."

"Ah."

After Wen Yan left, not long after, the waiter in the shop brought up a plate of food. Liu Zhongyi sat at the table, smelling the familiar slightly sweet smell, and realized that he had asked that person to hold it for him last night. Taro Sweet Potato Balls.

Liu Zhongyi brought the plate of meatballs closer, picked one up with chopsticks and took a bite, the sugar juice and soft taro paste slightly spilled out onto his lips, the sweetness was just right.

Wen Yan... thought he was angry, so he used this to coax him?

Liu Zhongyi felt that this idea was a bit unbelievable, and the method was too naive, so it should be... unlikely.

Just thinking about it like this, suddenly I feel a little bit uninspired.