There is a sentence that lingers in Yue Haitang's mind.
"In our place, the bride must hold flowers in her hands."
I wonder if it is the words in his hand that make the words beautiful, or the words that make the flowers beautiful?
Seeing the flowers in his hands clustered together, a faint warmth surged into my heart, and the cruelty and determination disappeared.
Looking at myself again, how can I still be the fairy Shuiyue? Didn't I say that I would give up my past and accept my fate? Why should I care about the grudges in the past?
Thinking about it, Yue Haitang's expression became easy-going, and she threw the waist card on the ground casually, then walked into the room and pretended to be indifferent and asked: "What's wrong?"
Xia Shang tried to squeeze out a smile: "It's okay."
Yue Haitang was silent, standing behind Xia Shang and looking at the little ghost on the bed.
This little ghost was indeed the one who fought with me that day, but the injuries on his body made Yue Haitang exclaim lightly.
The wounds on this boy's body were all over the place, but some patterns and clues could be seen faintly, because the wounds on his body were very thin but very deep, and the shapes of each wound were very similar. They were not caused by iron tools, but should be thin things like leaves or petals.
These wounds were definitely not left by the fight with Yue Haitang that day.
On that day, Fusheng took Yue Haitang's three moves and fell into Yue Lake. Although his injuries seemed serious, they were not enough to make him lose his mobility. The situation was chaotic, and it was unknown what happened to Fusheng. But at present, this boy must have left alone and met another master in Xiaoqingshan, which led to such a fate.
In the world, the only one who can take people's lives by means of falling leaves and flying flowers is the "Liuyun Sanshou" of Liuyun Xianzong in Hangzhou.
Looking at Fusheng's current situation, I don't know what strength the person who hurt him is? Because Fusheng was already injured, it is still unknown what happened during that time. But why did Liuyun Xianzong intervene in the affairs of Liuzhuang? Could it be that Liuyun Xianzong is also involved in this mess? Are the Jianghu forces going to join the court struggle?
The court struggle is the biggest whirlpool in the world. Anyone who gets involved will be mixed into a mess. By then, no one can tell right from wrong.
Yue Haitang's mind is as fast as lightning. After figuring out the hidden forces, she kept silent. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she couldn't help but sniff.
"Qianyexiang..."
Without checking for a moment, Yue Haitang shouted in a low voice.
Xia Shang was curious when he heard it: "What is Qianyexiang?"
Yue Haitang's face changed slightly, and whispered to Xia Shang: "Qianyexiang is the unique secret medicine used by Liuyun Xianzong for tracking. This boy smells of Qianyexiang, and he has been followed."
Xia Shang reacted quickly, and his heart sank immediately: "The people who are chasing Fusheng like this must have known about Kuangfeng Village?"
"Not only do they know, they must have been lurking in the village!"
"What is their purpose? Why are they following Fusheng?"
"This boy is the second in the Humen of the Censorate, and his identity is obvious! I was wondering before. This boy was severely injured by me that day. If he met the master of Liuyun Xianzong again, how could he not die? It turns out that those people knew the identity of this boy long ago, and they didn't kill him because they wanted to play a long game to catch a big fish."
Click...
The flower in Xia Shang's hand fell to the ground: "What did you say just now?"
Yue Haitang was puzzled for a moment, and looked at him in confusion.
"You said 'this boy was severely injured by me', who are you?!"
At this point, the two were silent, only a bouquet of flowers lay quietly on the ground...
"Ah!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream came from the entrance of the mountain village.
A bunch of people in white, countless shining swords, countless ghostly figures, and silent and invisible blades overlapped. A sudden bloody storm broke the tranquility of the small mountain village. It was like a meteor shower falling from the sky, sweeping across the small valley, wiping out the colors of the mountains, wiping out the wild flowers all over the mountains, wiping out the running streams, and wiping out the hopes of these mountain folks...
"Kill! Don't spare any!"
I don't know who gave the cold order, and I don't know how many people came. There were countless screams and the sound of swords piercing flesh. The sparrows perched on the eaves of the mountain village fled in panic. They did not wait for the leftovers after the banquet, but only splashed red.
A thatched house was trampled, and a child was pressed under the earth wall. The helpless woman dug her nails but could not move a brick or a piece of soil. She screamed and looked up to the sky, praying to the gods. But there was no god to rescue her. Only a long sword as cold as ice pierced through her heart without stopping.
Although the men who fought back were training every day, they were no match for these martial artists. They fell one after another, and they had no time to take a second look at this secluded mountain forest.
The fire started, starting from the bamboo fence at the entrance of the mountain village, and the flames continued to rise. It was a happy day, and the garden was full of red silk, but I didn't expect that this touch of red was replaced by a brighter and more beautiful heat. The flames burned from one room to another along the red silk. In a flash, the Kuangfeng Village was connected by flames, and the red and scorching heat could compete with the blazing sun above, and the sky and the earth were painted with bright red.
The smell of fireworks entered the room where Xia Shang was. At this moment, there was no room for anything else. Yue Haitang's face changed: "If you want to live, run!"
After that, she rushed out of the house alone and walked towards the backyard of the mountain village. It was more like running away than running away. She naturally would not run away from the sudden man in white, but the man who made her speechless.
Xia Shang took a step forward, picked up the bouquet, walked outside, and was stunned for a moment when she saw the sea of corpses and fire in front of her.
Where is there any shadow of the past? One by one, the seemingly vicious bandits fell in a pool of blood, but were killed by the seemingly gentle and elegant people in white... Those green mountains and clear waters, those high mountains and long rivers, those birds singing and flowers fragrant, have become illusions and will never return.
"Hurry... hurry up..."
A difficult and slightly familiar voice appeared not far away.
Xia Shang was a little scared, his legs were trembling, and he slowly lowered his head after hesitating for a while.
Only ten feet in front of him, a man covered in blood and with red eyes fell to the ground, stretching out his hands, as if he wanted to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything. His angry and unwilling eyes burned with the same determination as a soldier. He was Zhang Tieniu, a soldier, not a bandit!
"You..."
Xia Shang wanted to say something, but he only said one word, and the man fell down and became a member of the pool of blood.
"Xia Xiaosheng! What are you still doing? Go!"
Inside the house, Mr. Zhuo helped Fusheng out with difficulty. Now Fusheng actually woke up, with a wooden expression, not caring about everything around him. Even though he was weak, he still broke free from Mr. Zhuo and put on the leather armor at the door, and then struggled to hold up his giant sword in the pool of blood.
And Xia Shang was still in shock and couldn't extricate himself.
All this happened too fast for Xia Shang, so fast that a modern person couldn't accept it.
Although I knew that it had a cruel and cold side in ancient times, I didn't expect that this cruelty would be so heartbreaking.
"Is this the so-called peaceful and prosperous era?"