Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 94

The deliberately disguised voice sounded to Ying Jingjue as if his throat had been damaged.

He coughed a few times, his eyes became clearer, and he looked carefully at the back of the man in white——

27 looks eight years old, but is very thin, a kind of pale and sickly thin.

This person is a bit thinner than the teacher.

"You are……"

The brother and sister of Umbrella Knife Ghost were in shock.

The man in white with the sword in the black fence really looked like a certain shadow in his memory.

They were thinking about it when they heard the man say another sentence.

"Umbrella knife ghost, I haven't seen you for ten years."

The man in white turned the hilt of his sword lightly, and the black veil blown up by the wet rain and fog made the two Umbrella Sword Ghosts see the sword clearly.

Umbrella Ghost lost his voice in horror: "You are—"

"Sleep?!"

As soon as the name was uttered, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and all the assassins who fell into the moon flow suddenly raised their hearts, looking at Lian Shenwei with extreme vigilance.

No one in Falling Moon Stream doesn't know Ximian's name.

Anyone of the older generation who has been in the rivers and lakes knows that Zhuiyueliu suddenly retired when he was in the limelight ten years ago, because Xi Mian suddenly went crazy. The base camp of the Falling Moon Stream.

One person and one sword almost slaughtered the top [-] killers including the old pavilion master, forcing Zhuoyueliu to retire.

Those who escaped were chased and killed by him non-stop.

Like a mad dog out of control.

During that time, although the massacre of Zhuiyueliu at Fudu Mountain Villa aroused public outrage, Xi Mian was the only one who killed Zhuiyueliu.

It is precisely because Xi Mian killed the old pavilion master who was attacking the Tianshu Realm at the age of a teenager, so even if Xi Mian has not appeared for ten years since then, no one dares to easily change his number one position on the Billboard.

A lot of people thought hibernation was dead.

The Umbrella Knife Ghost never dreamed that the brother and sister were lucky enough not to be chased and killed. After hiding for so many years, the first big order they received would encounter Ximian? !

What kind of luck is this!

This ancestor is notoriously at odds with the falling moon.

But the person to be killed this time...is the prince of the Dasheng Dynasty. If this person does not die this time, there will definitely be a lot of trouble in the future.

It's tricky.

Daogui's tone was cautious: "Compared to ten years ago, the people who fell into the moon have changed a lot. Even if they have any grudges, they can let go. Your Excellency Xi Mian, please don't meddle in your own business and break the rules of the world."

"Since you two know my name, you should have heard of it. Xi Mian is naturally unrestrained, unrestrained and self-willed, and hates the one or two rules that others tell me."

Except for the family training of the Lian family, he has never seriously followed any messy rules.

Regardless of what the two of them thought, Lian Shenwei helped Ying Jingjue up, the sticky blood on his tentacles made him frowned, and the killing intent flashed in his heart again.

After a while, he restrained himself.

Unless it was a last resort, he didn't want to do anything, let alone draw his sword.

Now, after only using light work for a period of time, his meridians began to faintly feel the combination of cold and heat, which is the precursor of the imbalance of medicine and poison in the blood.

Feng Ke is not by his side... I hope Xi Mian's name can scare them away.

Lian Shenwei sighed softly in his heart, never expecting that one day, he would be reduced to a situation similar to that of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

"I'll take them away, let's stop here." He turned around and walked forward with Ying Jingjue, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact he was always on guard against the person falling into the moon on the other side.

Seeing this, the imperial guards backed away with serious injuries and hid in the forest, while those with minor injuries retreated a few steps, raised their hands and barely crossed the fault in the middle, followed them, and protected the young prince.

Ying Jingjue was close, the hand holding him was obviously pale and cold, but there was a strange peace of mind in his heart, and a trace of inexplicable dependence.

Ximian, he had heard Li Ningfeng mention it before.

Li Ningfeng's adoring tone left him with the impression that Xi Mian is a very powerful person.

It seemed to be the case, just a single appearance shocked the group of killers so that they did not dare to act rashly.

Ying Jingjue coughed a few times, and paused slightly when he lowered his eyes, the blood on his body easily stained Ximian's clothes, he subconsciously said: "I..."

The wrist was silently grasped by the young man.

"..."

Ying Jingjue's pupils shrank.

He sensed Ximian's vigilance.

Ying Jing was determined to jump again nervously and accelerated again. If she really had the ability to ignore the killer on the opposite side, why would she be so tense?

Countless guesses popped up in his mind.Could it be that this person is not Xi Mian, but just pretending to be Xi Mian to save him?Or... is Xi Mian sick and unable to fight against those killers?

The young Chu Jun rolled his Adam's apple, suppressed the astonishment in his heart, bowed his head and walked forward.

step.

two steps.

The cool end of the rain is like a cloud of dark mist, densely packed in the air, bringing chill and suffocation.

These two or three seconds are particularly difficult.

Dao Gui squinted, and suspicion gradually appeared in his eyes, and he said immediately: "Wait."

Lian Shen stopped slightly, and slowly tightened his right hand holding the sword.

The sword ghost's gaze stayed on his sword hand for a moment, and his suspicions became heavier.

But ordinary swordsmen hold the scabbard in their left hand so that it is convenient to draw the sword with their right hand, but this Young Master Ximian holds the scabbard in his right hand, which means he is using a left-handed sword.

——As far as he knew, the sword that Mr. Ximian used to use was not the left-handed sword.

While gesturing to Umbrella Ghost, he asked with concern: "Young Master Ximian, you seem to be much thinner than ten years ago, and your voice is no longer as clear as before. Is your health bad, or is it sick?"

"..."

Lian Shen remained silent.

The voice is naturally a disguise.

The thickened fabric wrapped around his waist was taken out when changing clothes. Originally, he wanted to hide his figure from Ying Jingjue's recognition, but now it has become the reason for Umbrella Knife Ghost's suspicion... He is the same as ten years ago. Bi, is it really so obvious that she has lost weight?

Ying Jingjue lowered her voice very low, "...Thank you for your help, Your Excellency really doesn't need to get involved in this muddy water."

The hand held by the man in white was still steady, and his tone was calm: "Umbrella knife ghost, you talk too much."

"People who talk too much usually die early."

Umbrella Ghost sneered: "Your Excellency is right, but—the person who pretends to be sleepless and slaps a swollen face to pretend to be fat will die earlier!"

The umbrella ghost threw the umbrella in his hand forward, the umbrella opened wide, and ten sharp iron chains flew out instantly.

At the same time, the killers of the falling moon stream stepped on the iron chains one after another, using the power of the fault, to kill the young man in white and the prince of Dasheng Dynasty.

Dao Gui was the first to bear the brunt, making no secret of his brutal killing intent, Jie Jie laughed.

"Pretending not to pretend, Xi Mian's preferred hand is the right hand, why don't you inquire about it, you fake person?!"

Oops!

Ying Jingjue was sweating coldly on his forehead, and his back felt a chill that made his hair stand on end, he didn't care about anything else, he pulled Lian Shenwei and ran forward.

Lian Shenwei was taken aback by him, and then gave him a strange look.

This kid won't really take him as a fake, will he?

Ying Jing could never see his little uncle looking at him like a fool, and he felt more and more crisis in his back, so he gritted his teeth and let go of this quack who 'pretend' to be Mr. Sleeping.

No matter what, he couldn't hold the person who wanted to save him.

Ying Jingjue pushed him and shouted: "Your Excellency, go!"

He pushed Lian Shen slightly away, and he lost all his strength and fell to the ground. The young man turned his head hastily in a panic, his constricted pupils reflected the approaching sword light and hidden weapon, as well as the strange and excited smile of the Umbrella Sword Ghost.

The hidden guard: "His Royal Highness!"

Can't dodge.

Ying Jingjue clenched the rocks on the ground, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

"One Sword Cangshan."

Someone said softly.

Yunxue walks Cangshan Mountain, and Qianren's momentum is like cutting.

It was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The incomparably powerful inner breath instantly swept across the entire broken valley, and the falling speed of the misty rain and fog became extremely slow for a certain moment, and then it was shaken into finer drops of water.

There are bursts of sword intent, and the mountains and forests are low.

……

The breath that contained the sword intent was blown away by the wind.

A figure who was walking slowly while leading a horse in the bamboo forest suddenly stopped.

Qiu Che quickly grasped his sword.

Green bamboo leaves dipped in the rain and fell on his shoulders.

In the next second, he turned on his horse without hesitation, and the horse's hoof splashed the rainwater on the ground, and he rushed at full speed in the direction of the sword energy.

It's that guy's sword energy, and——

Not far from him!

……

The Cangshan Sword, which had been covered in dust for ten years, once again smelled of blood.

The young man with his face covered by the fence swung his sword, and his aura changed in the blink of an eye. His slender hand held the hilt firmly, and the majestic sword energy drew sword marks on the surrounding stone walls.

"Are you really Ximian?!" Daogui exclaimed, "How can Ximian use a left-handed sword?!!"

The face can be changed, the figure can be changed, but the sword intent of a swordsman is something engraved in the bone marrow and will never change.

The young man smiled: "Cangshan hasn't drank blood for a long time, since you have let it out of its sheath, you can't treat it badly."

The anger and killing intent that he had suppressed since seeing Ying Jingjue injured were all released at this moment. He originally wanted to leave directly, but since he was left behind, he didn't have to bear it anymore.

No matter how clean the death of the moonfall killer is, it can't be overstated.

Umbrella Ghost gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"

—Of course they didn't make it.

Jianmang completely cut off their path, so many killers from the falling moon were stopped by Xi Mian alone, and they couldn't escape.

Ying Jingjue paused for a long time, looked at the back of the sword-wielding figure, and murmured: "So strong..."

Inexplicably, he recalled the sword that Lian Shenwei swung at the Fengfeng Banquet before.

The house is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk.

The teacher's sword, the sword energy is sharp, and the style is outstanding, which can be regarded as stunning.

But it was not as good as when Xi Mian was holding the Cangshan Sword, every move and every move was full of chivalry and free and easy, this person, even the sword intent revealed was wanton and carefree.

Ying Jingjue's eyes lit up a little bit, and he realized why every time Li Ningfeng talked about the No. [-] Mr. Ximian, his eyes lit up.

He was helped up by the dark guard.

In less than a quarter of an hour, only Umbrella Knife Ghost remained as the killer of Falling Moon Stream. When the brother and sister finally died, their eyes were wide open.

The severed head rolled into the crevice of the stone, leaving blood all over the ground.

The body of the Cangshan Sword is bright and shiny, and the blood does not touch it, and the slightest smell of blood is washed away by the rain.

Lian Shenwei withdrew his sword and remained silent.

I haven't touched it for a long time, and it's still rusty.

He felt itchy in his throat, and coughed lightly on his lips. He coughed up a mouthful of blood without warning, and the dark red color stained his pale fingers, which was particularly frightening.

Lian Shen paused for a moment, and put his hands behind his back calmly.

"His Excellency Sleeping."

Ying Jingjue approached and made a big gift to him: "Thank you for saving your life, Jing will never repay you."

"Leave here first."

Ying Jing decided: "Okay."

They quickly passed through this broken valley, and the road ahead became wider, and a few kilometers further ahead was the river where the boat docked.

At this time, Mingzhu led the killer away, and the imperial boat should be fine, and most of the royal guards are not idiots.

Ying Jingjue also breathed a sigh of relief: "I've heard about your name a long time ago, why do you want to help?"

"Pleasing to the eye."

Ying Jingjue: "..."

Ying Jingjue couldn't help laughing and said: "The people in the Jianghu are really free and easy, to tell the truth, I felt kind at the first sight of your Excellency. Your Excellency hasn't appeared in ten years, but this time you show up to help, it should be considered a destiny."

After all, he was young, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "I don't know where you have been for the past ten years? Do you practice?" He has been practicing, which is why he is so good.

The young swordsman seemed to laugh silently, and said: "It's just an idler who wanders the rivers and lakes with a few close friends and indulges in drinking and bamboo forests. If you want to be kind and enmity, you will save those who are pleasing to the eye, and add insult to injury if you are not pleasing to the eye. You can't be called a good person, but Don't be a bad person."

Ying Jingjue: "Sounds very good."

Young swordsman: "What I want in this life."

He stopped and looked at Ying Jingjue: "I don't care how noble your status is, if you really want to thank me, go to Jinling for me and do something."

Ying Jingjue nodded immediately, and said seriously: "Your Excellency, please tell me."

The white clothes the swordsman wore when he came were stained red with blood, so they couldn't be washed cleanly. The sharp pain in his meridians and the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat silently reminded him of the current condition of his body.

He was quiet for a moment, then raised his left hand, which was hanging by his side, and landed on the young prince's shoulder.

Like an elder, he patted twice.

"Go to the Fudu Mountain Villa in Jinling for me, and burn some paper money and burn incense sticks for the old owner, the old lady, and the young owner on June [-]nd."