Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1081 Colors
The moonlight was cold, and the young man from Nanchu stood under the shadow of the tree, but he strangely did not give people a sense of gloom.

"I didn't expect you to have such an expression." He Lianyan fixed his gaze on him, and glanced at the cold front under his throat, "I really want to show it to others."

"I'm no different than usual," Ji Jiashu said calmly, "Young Master Helian, you'll know if you try it."

The courtyard was quiet, and the breeze blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, brushing the insteps of the two teenagers standing opposite each other.

There was a bang and a slight explosion in the air, and in just a split second, the true essence of the two collided.

The Chunlei sword was still pressed against Helianyan's throat, but Ji Jiashu's eyes had already turned cold.

He Lianyan narrowed his eyes and smiled with interest.

"It seems that Mr. Chunhua didn't just want to come here tonight to ask for an explanation."

Ji Jiashu also laughed, "What is it that gave you the illusion that I came to talk to you in the middle of the night? Are we familiar?"

He Lianyan put away his smile, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword by his waist.

The young man from Nanchu in front of him didn't look cold, he still had a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but his whole body was like a sword out of a box, full of murderous aura.

"I originally thought that even if someone would come to me, it would be Zhaohua or that woman." He Lianyan sighed, "I didn't expect it to be you."

Who would have imagined that Chunhua Jun, the sixth son of the Warring States Period who had the best apoplexy rating and was usually the most disciplined, would visit the inn where the Xirong people were staying late at night?

"That's why I said you guys misunderstood me," Ji Jiashu said with a smile, "If it wasn't obvious what you did during the water battle, isn't it obvious what happened today?"

He Lianyan specially picked him to swing his horse's belly when he rode beside him, didn't he just want Ying Baoyue to shoot him with his own hands?

Twice.

They are all picking him to start.

It was the same during the water battle. Ji Jiashu thought of Ying Baoyue's relieved smile when he hung the water-proof beads around his neck, his eyes became complicated, and the next moment the boy's eyes became sharp.

"When you attack me, how come you don't think that I will settle accounts with you?" Ji Jiashu said softly.

He Lianyan looked at him, all the muscles in his body tensed in an instant.

A slight bang!
There seemed to be a small thunder in the air, and the figures of the two disappeared from the courtyard in the next moment.

There were more than a dozen clicks.

In an instant, the two appeared at both ends of the courtyard, back to back.

The moment the two stood still, more than a dozen sword marks appeared on the originally flat ground!

With a bang, Helianyan's throat was split open, blood drops fell, and his chest was wet.

With the same cracking sound, a three-inch wound opened on the side of Ji Jiashu's right arm, half of his arm was wet with blood.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, the two thunderbolts exchanged more than a dozen swords in an instant, but none of the drunken Xirong people next door woke up, not even a single sparrow perched on the tree flew up.

He Lianyan smiled slightly, and dipped his fingers in the blood drops under his throat. Obviously his throat would be cut open if the sword mark moved an inch forward, but his expression remained relaxed, without any change.

"Good sword."

"Dark thunder, without haze, killing people invisible."

He Lianyan looked at the blood beads on his fingertips, the green pupils in the mask flickered slightly, and smiled, "Is this the Spring Thunder Sword?"

"So you've seen other Chunlei swords?" Ji Jiashu said calmly with his back turned to him.

"Of course not." He Lianyan stared at the long sword in his hand, "This is the only mountain gate sword of our thunderbolts."

Even though he is a Xirong native, as long as he is a thunderbolt, he will not be envious of the Shanmen Sword of this sword sect.

And he had to admit that although this young man from Nanchu was only ranked fifth, he was indeed worthy of this sword.

Ji Jiashu didn't respond, but turned around with his sword in hand, quietly looking at the masked Xirong boy.

Through the sword just now, he has realized that he cannot kill this person.

But there was no hesitation in Ji Jiashu's eyes, and the murderous aura and aura overflowing from his whole body became even more violent, even giving people a sense of glaring.

"Sword Master Chunlei, his reputation is well-deserved." He Lianyan looked at him and smiled.

Through the sword just now, he also had a new understanding of this young and famous Nanchu boy.

"Mr. Chunhua really lives up to his reputation," He Lianyan covered his throat, with a half-smile and an ambiguous tone, "A fifth-ranked man actually wants to kill me."

Both of them were injured by the sword just now, and Ji Jiashu was injured more deeply in terms of the depth of the wound, but He Lianyan knew very well that the kung fu he practiced was different from Ji Jiashu's, and his actual kung fu was already close to heaven.

But Ji Jiashu was able to injure him under such circumstances, which shows his profound swordsmanship.

As expected of that man's son.

"Really? I thought you guys always thought I was trying to gain fame," Ji Jiashu smiled, and walked towards He Lianyan, "otherwise, why did you attack me again and again?"

He flicked the long sword, and Helianyan's blood was thrown to the ground.

Feeling the real energy rising from his body, the smile on the corner of Helianyan's mouth disappeared.

"Do you think that I am the princess in the attic and need someone to protect me, and I will obediently hide behind her and watch her suffer everything?"

Ji Jiashu held the sword and watched Helianyan quietly step by step.

The young man looked calm and imposing like a rainbow.

Sharp and sharp.

Helianyan watched him quietly, then suddenly sighed at the next moment.

"Yeah, it's my negligence."

He put the sword back into its sheath, put his hands on his chest, and bowed.

"I apologize to Lord Chunhua on behalf of King Zhai."

Unexpectedly, this person was so flexible, Ji Jiashu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What do you mean by that?"

Hearing this tone, he actually put all the responsibility on that Xirong Di Wang.

"According to what you said, all of this was ordered by Chunyu Ye?"

"That's natural." He Lianyan straightened up, with a respectful smile in his blue eyes, "Without the instructions of His Highness King Zhai, who would dare to make decisions without authorization?"

The more respectful he looked, the more vigilant Ji Jiashu became in his heart. You must know that this person has at least the strength of the fourth rank. It is too abnormal for a fourth rank to bow his head to the fifth rank without any psychological pressure.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

But Ji Jiashu couldn't admit that what He Lianyan said was reasonable. Xirong is a country that pays more attention to differences in rank than the six countries. He had heard before that King Zhai of Xirong was second only to King White Wolf in power. No matter what status Lian Yan had among the Xirong people, he would never surpass Chunyu Ye, and it was indeed impossible for him to act without Chunyu Ye's knowledge.

"However, His Royal Highness Di Wang has fallen asleep drunk tonight, and tomorrow I will report Chunhua Jun's visit to him, and I will definitely give Chunhua Jun an explanation," He Lianyan said seriously, changing his previous yin and yang attitude.

Ji Jiashu's vigilance grew stronger, he clenched the sword in his hand, and stared at the green pupils.

That blue color had a strangeness that he couldn't understand.

he asked calmly.

"Then why did you King Zhai want to kill me?"

(End of this chapter)