Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 54
Sword, broken sword.

The mountain is so high that you can only look up at it.

What's on the mountain?You don't know, just listen to the voice in your ear and climb up a little bit.

The thorns grow, swing the sword, swing the sword again.

In the end, it just fell to the bottom of the mountain dripping with blood.

This is the way the world is, you roaring and smashing through the thorns, but only worthy of falling in a pool of blood again and again, like a lame dog.

You have suffered so many injuries, and the time spent struggling to get up is getting longer and longer. You are tired and can hardly raise your head, but there is always a voice shouting in your ear, forcing you to move forward!forward!forward.

Bow your head, bow your head, you don't need to move forward, you can lie down, no longer stand up, and lie flat.

Can you bow your head?Can you bow your head?Can you bow your head?
Not low!

Not low!

Not low.

Not low
Do not.
Low.
The original myself, but so.

Jiang Fan woke up from the dream, his body was soaked with sweat, he subconsciously touched the cold and familiar Candeng sword hilt beside him.After returning from Qi Baiyu, he has been sleeping with his sword.

He practiced the sword extremely hard every day, so tired that he fell asleep and had no dreams for many days.

Holding his forehead and gasping for breath, he didn't know whether he was nervous or scared about the dream just now.

The sky was bright, and everything was quiet. There was someone sitting on the ground under the plum tree. Jiang Fan watched closely, and he walked up to him and sat cross-legged.

"Have a nightmare?"

"Well." Jiang Fan nodded, "How about you?"

"The rooster is crowing, it's too noisy." Kuang Lansheng smiled and pointed to his ears. In just a few days, he had grown shoulder-length hair, which was not easy to tie up. Although the appearance is plain, but the temperament is gentle, and there is a vicissitudes between the eyebrows. Although he is a martial artist, he is also like a Confucian scholar.Jiang Fan looked at him with inexplicable envy.

Sitting silently, Jiang Fan kept thinking about his expressionless and numb face in the nightmare. The small movements kept making it difficult to remain calm. Kuang Lansheng was aware of it and sighed, "The competition is about to come, you can't mess yourself up, I'll teach you a few things. A mental formula can calm the mind.”

Jiang Fan was overjoyed, and quickly bowed down and thanked him, "Thank you, sir, for your teaching!"

Kuang Lansheng closed his eyes silently, and his pupils under his eyelids had turned into crystal blue, "This is the Water Word Art of the Five Elements Art, remember it."

"The highest good is like water. Water is good for all things without arguing, and it does what everyone hates, so it is almost like the Tao. Living in a good place, with a good heart, with good benevolence, good words, good faith, good governance, good ability, and good action. The husband only does not fight, so Nothing."

Jiang Fan followed it through and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this the Tao Te Ching?"

"What is important is not what to read, but how to read." Kuang Lansheng read it again, and Jiang Fan noticed that the tone of voice was very strange. It feels ancient and natural, as if imitating everything in the world.Jiang Fan silently followed, and the internal force in the meditation room slowly oozes out from the five internal organs and four limbs, gathers in the meridians, trickles into a river, and gradually rushes forward.

A slight snoring sounded.

Kuang Lansheng stopped speaking, got up and opened his eyes, Jiang Fan was already asleep, his lips opened and closed, and he was still muttering quietly.

The Five Elements Art is a demon's exercise. The human body cannot communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It just allows you to have a beautiful dream. At least, you can have the confidence to fight.

Kuang Lansheng sighed and walked back to the house slowly.

Ji Yi Ran Sheng Jue, created by Qi Baiyu, oppresses the organs of the whole body, forcibly stretches the meridians, and generates internal force at the expense of longevity.

This exercise is harmful to the human body. After Jiang Fan developed his inner strength, he stopped using it. At this moment, he silently recited the Shui Zi Jue and communicated with the world. Generate inner strength.As the water syllables he chanted softly got closer and closer to Kuang Lansheng, the organs in his body gradually loosened, undulating with his breathing, tightening and relaxing.

As soon as it opens and closes, a ray of heaven and earth aura enters the body and turns into internal force, like a drop of water falling into a river, rushing forward along the meridians.

First drop of water.

The Meridian Gate of Miyagi is connected by towers on three sides and surrounds the square. There have been 200 people waiting here for a long time.

He Zhuangzhuang yawned and trotted over. The square was wide and the wind was strong. He was thin and ran into the crowd. He sneezed several times in a row. Everyone around avoided him and tried to stay as far away as possible, but one person laughed and stepped forward. "Brother He, I held a banquet in Zuixianxiang Building to invite all of my classmates to have a drink. Why didn't you come."

"Why do you want to invite someone who didn't pass the test to eat? If there is something wrong, I won't go. Ah Qiu!"

The person who came was Zhu Jiang, the prefect of Songjiang Prefecture, and He Zhuangzhuang stood side by side with him.The prefect of Songjiang Prefecture, Zhu Tongsheng, was born in a military commander, and the East Palace of the Bamboo Forest Party would not give any face.Zhu Jiang was born in a noble family, has a bright personality, and is generous with money. He has also passed the examinations. It is reasonable to say that his future is boundless. People around him should be eager to flatter each other. , so he came to Beijing for more than a month, but the only true friends he made were He Zhuangzhuang and Xue Lian.

Xue Lian was born in an aristocratic family of merchants and was not allowed to take the imperial examination. He Zhuangzhuang was one of the ancestors who participated in the rebellion. With such a dark history, no matter how hard the examination was, they would not be reused. The three of them lived in Zhiyuan Courtyard, laughing at themselves that they had a long way to go. , it is better to lie flat and relax.

The two looked side by side at the middle door, imagining the scene when they walked out of the door.

The Meridian Gate has a total of "three bright and five dark" gates for people to walk in. Among the three front gates, only the emperor can enter and exit from the middle gate. The only exception is that the queen can enter once during a big wedding.The second is that the three people who are the champion, the second-place winner, and the third-ranking person in the high school entrance examination can walk out of this door once.

What a spring breeze.

It's a pity that the two of them are standing in the wind, shivering, waiting for the time, and the eunuch will bring them into the Hall of Preserving Harmony. They must first sacrifice to Confucius and Mencius and others, and then go through various etiquettes and issue the policy questions. Exams can be held until sunset.

"Mr. Zhan was invigilated in the past, and this year's chief examiner should be Mr. Su." Zhu Jiang sighed, "I heard that in the past, when Mr. Zhan met a scholar he liked, he would pretend to criticize him and tap this person's forehead with a pen. Leave the ink marks, and when everyone leaves the palace after the exam, there will be carriages and horses waiting outside the palace, and people with ink marks will be invited to get on the bus, and then go around the road and come back to Qinyin Xiaozhu for a banquet. Everyone came from this banquet, I wonder if Mr. Su will take a high look at some talented people." Blink, "You, me."

He Zhuangzhuang shook his head disdainfully, "Let's lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade. In previous years, most of the people standing here would be under the gate of the East Palace. Now that the Bamboo Forest Party is in power, most of the people here will become Bamboo Forest Party people again. The situation, hum, is just a piece of grass on the wall."

"Listen to what Brother He said, Brother He is trying to learn that lotus flower and refuse to join forces with the world?"

"I was born to be a member of the Bamboo Forest Party without being stained by mud. In this pond, Mr. Su must have seen my white lotus at first sight."

"Hahahahaha!" The two laughed out loud, attracting the attention of the people around them, but they didn't care.

The sun is rising, and it's almost noon.

The prince listened to the waves, and there were a lot of people who came to watch the fun. The prisoners who did not rank in the imperial examinations, the three sects and nine Liuliu who had nothing to do after the sword discussion ended, the famous scholars in the capital, and the shrewd dogs of the East Palace.

Jiang Fan arrived very early, stood quietly in one place, and kept throwing swords in his mind. After waking up, he found that the internal force in his meridians was unprecedentedly large, which gave him incomparable confidence, took a shower, Very refreshing, he is at his best.

Only He Chunxia and Wang Juaner came to the concubine's house. He Chunxia caught a glimpse of his demeanor, led Wang Juaner to say hello, and stood aside without much interruption.

Jiang Fan was a little disappointed. Mr. Ye and Mr. Shishi didn't come. Kuang Lansheng, he didn't come either.

But after a while, Mo Qingshan also came with a wrinkled face. He didn't say hello to Jiang Fan, and went straight to the two girls. He Chunxia noticed that her face was very bad and asked with concern, "Is it bad for Moyu Villa? , you come back, we all live together as is."

Mo Qingshan didn't answer, just shook his head, with a lot of thought.Wang Juaner was extremely keen and noticed the change in Mo Qingshan's mood, but Wang Juaner's thoughts were all on Jiang Fan today, so she didn't have time to think about it, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Jiang Hui, is that your father?" A bald middle-aged man approached. After coming to the capital, Jiang Fan heard his father's name for the first time. The servant of the palace frowned, showing hostility, "Who are you?"

"You look a bit like him. My name is Sun Ruhu, and I'm also a craftsman of the imperial prison." Sun Ruhu sighed, "Your father is not good at social relations, and his popularity in the imperial prison is not very good. If you do something like this, you will be offended. Little Fortune King, no one dares to mourn. Your father has helped me a little bit. I know his character, and he will definitely not steal, but I have no status in the imperial prison. Mind your own business and pursue it. The news that Xiaofu Wang and you are fighting swords is very noisy in the capital, and I also heard the excitement."

"Then why are you here today? Get down on the ground? Then don't talk about it anymore." Jiang Fanqiang suppressed his anger and interrupted him.

Sun Ruhu hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, your father helped me a little bit. I'll see if you die today. If you die, I won't have to repay this favor."

"Go away." Jiang Fan was so mad that he held his hand on the hilt of the sword. Sun Ruhu felt murderous and ran away.

A big bald head is very abrupt, Jiang Fan can always notice him, he simply closed his eyes and said a few words in silence, but there was no miraculous effect in the early morning.He was restless in his heart, thinking that after his father died, there was no one to mourn, and he didn't even know where he was buried, and he was even more annoyed.

On the other side, Mo Qingshan was annoyed by He Chunxia's question, and said angrily, "Tomorrow's sage invited me to go to the palace to enjoy peach blossoms, I don't want to go, or you can go instead of me."

He Chunxia frowned and thought, "It's no wonder, how can I do it for you. Then I will wait for you at the gate of Miyagi tomorrow, don't be upset with the saint, say more compliments, and say that the injury on your body is not yet healed, and your health If you don't feel well, you won't have to come out early."

"Hmph." It would be nice if it was like this. After all, it was a concern. Mo Qingshan's tone softened, "Then wait for me."

Wang Juan'er said, "Then why don't you ask someone to accompany you under the pretext of being unwell? You two can go together. Anyway, Chun Xia is the Sword Master of Eternal Grief, which is enshrined in the Holy Sage, and no one dares to stop him."

"That's right." He Chunxia nodded.

Tomorrow, there will be Spring and Summer to accompany him to the palace. Although the important matter is undecided, someone will face it together after all. Mo Qingshan is in a better mood and speaks more.

The crowd was either sitting or standing, talking to each other, but suddenly there was a commotion, a long whip was whipped in the air, and a few extremely crisp explosions were thrown. Jiang Fan heard it, and immediately tried to calm down and couldn't think about anything else.

Zhan Wu's whip, Yu Danfeng came.

The crowd parted all the way, and one person staggered and walked under the Tingtao stone, leaning on the edge of the stone, yawning several times, wearing only a loose jacket on his upper body, his strong muscles exposed, a pair of white silk trousers on his lower body, and a waistband. The sword, several gems of various colors embedded in the gauntlet, and a few red rouge prints on the neck, apparently indulged in alcoholism last night, and did not take this duel to heart.

An unnamed fire rushed into his heart, the hatred of killing his father, the hatred of humiliation, Jiang Fan gritted his teeth, what water words, sword heart, all left behind, he touched the soft armor he was wearing, today, I will kill you!
"horse!"

The crowd continued to riot. The two of them rode a horse together and ran to the front in a few moments. Immediately, one of them glanced at the crowd, found He Chun Xia, and smiled at her, "Miss Chun Xia."

He Chunxia followed the people next to him to watch the excitement. When he saw Qi Baiyu and Han Xiangling on the horse, he waved at Qi Ershao. Han Xiangling let him off the horse, and drove the horse to stand farther away from the crowd.

Qi Baiyu found the three of them and stood beside He Chunxia. Mo Qingshan looked at him and smiled, unconsciously looking at the beauty on the horse. He was not feeling well, so he lowered his head and took a small step away from him.

"Where's Jiang Fan?" Qi Baiyu looked for Jiang Fan in the crowd, and Wang Juaner pointed to him, "Why didn't Miss Han come."

"She doesn't like fun."

Jiang Fan moved towards Ting Tao Shi, and he has been staring since Yu Danfeng appeared, not even paying attention to Qi Baiyu's arrival.

Yu Danfeng's eyes drifted to the person outside the crowd, he swallowed a few saliva nervously, and unknowingly tied his clothes with his hands to make himself look neater.

"Yu Danfeng." Jiang Fan stopped.

One foot five.

"Lame dog?" Yu Danfeng shook his head, "Sorry, I don't pay attention to the dog's name."

The crowd backed away consciously, leaving a distance for the two of them.

Remnant lamp unsheathed.

"My father died under your hands. His name is Jiang Hui. I will avenge him today. My name is Jiang Fan."

"You're annoying." Yu Danfeng took out his luxurious long sword, exhaled and inhaled, his whole body trembled, his expression, footsteps, breath, and sword posture merged into one, and he drew a semi-circle in front of his left foot and took a step forward. .

I'm wearing soft armor, so I'll fight for your life!The raging anger burns in my heart, and one stab will determine the outcome!

Jiang Fan stepped forward, the sword came out from the middle door, and the lantern stabbed straight out, grabbing Yu Danfeng's heart.

Bug carving tricks.Yu Danfeng raised his eyebrows, took a step obliquely, avoided the stab, and backhanded the sword from Jiang Fan's side. This sword would not hit the key, but forced him to return to the sword to defend, fall into his own offensive, and win easily, Yu Danfeng slightly smile.

Not guarded?Then die!

The sword was thrust out, but it did not penetrate Jiang Fan's body as expected, Yu Danfeng immediately returned to the sword's chest without hesitation.

when!
Two swords hit each other.

Yu Danfeng broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't subconsciously returned the sword just now, he would have been killed by Jiang Fan's sword.The instinctive reaction gained from years of hard work saved his life at the most critical moment. The moment he was stabbed, the feeling was different from that when he pierced Liang Quanshi that day, that is, wearing soft armor.Yu Danfeng reacted, took a few steps back, opened the distance, and made a loud noise to let the people around him hear.

"Soft armor for a duel? Despicable villain."

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth and attacked forward again, his momentum was already weak, he only had a chance to fight his life, with his soft armor, he stabbed Yu Danfeng to death with a sword, even if the people around him saw that something was wrong, he would have his revenge. He cares about words, but he avoided it and revealed it loudly. In the eyes of others, he is just a despicable villain!

Yu Danfeng knew that it was not appropriate to fight, so he relied on his own light power and Gao Jiangfan too much, so he stepped freely, circled under the Tingtao Stone, and always kept his distance so that Jiang Fan would not get close, "My lord, I will walk the dog today."

Jiang Fan was in a hurry to attack his heart, regardless of whether he could get it or not. Holding the sword, he was slashing and slashing. Yu Danfeng laughed and avoided them easily. On the other hand, Jiang Fan's strength was weak, and he ran out of the sword for a while, out of breath.

He Chunxia silently put his hand on the hilt of Changshen's sword, closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes were red. He couldn't let Yu Danfeng take Jiang Fan's life. He would throw Changshen out later, making the illusion of throwing a sword, and actually controlling Changshen to stab the precious sword. , to end the duel.

Qi Baiyu lowered his eyes, noticed the small movements, remembered the red eyes when He Chunxia forced Zhang Haiyun to retreat, knew that she was going to shoot, grabbed her hand, and whispered into her ear, "Jiang Fan wears soft armor in a duel. , even if he wins, he is incompetent and is ridiculed by the world. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Fan avenged his thief father, and Yu Danfeng was responsible for his own mistakes. Regardless of the difference in status, he generously gave a fair duel opportunity. The behavior of a gentleman. Jiang Fan wears soft armor and breaks the rules of fair duel. As the master of the sword of eternal hatred, you have to help him and favor the despicable villains, which will affect your sword name and make Jiang Fan sit down completely. Real villain infamy."

"Then what should I do!" He Chunxia suppressed her voice so that Wang Juaner wouldn't hear it.

"Dividing life and death based on ability, and a fair duel, this is his way, and outsiders should not interfere."

He Chun Xia sighed, the blood in his eyes gradually dissipated, Mo Qingshan heard about it, the name of the sword is really ridiculous, and he thought about it in his heart, thinking that if he became the sword master, he could control his own life and death, and he could be free, but the so-called sword master, but by the sword Name shackles freedom, is the most unfree person!
Jiang Fan's defeat has been decided, his sword is getting slower and slower, and he is unable to do what he wants. Yu Danfeng's feet are moving and his mouth is constantly sneering and provocative. With his swordsmanship, he could have taken Jiang Fan's life long ago, but he is not in a hurry to kill. He just wanted to make Jiang Fan lose face in front of everyone.How could Jiang Fan not know that he was being teased and humiliated by Yu Danfeng like a plaything, but how could he not avenge his father's revenge!Only the sword, and then the sword.

No more strength, Jiang Fan couldn't bear the humiliation, "Father, the child is incompetent, the child is incompetent!" His eyes were flushed, tears dripped from his eyes, and he wiped his neck with his sword.

Sword light flashed.

The lantern fell to the ground, and one hand still tightly gripped the hilt of the sword.

Blood all over the place.

Yu Danfeng smiled proudly, "You deserve to die too? A dog's life."

Jiang Fan stared blankly at his broken wrist. He stretched out his left hand to pick up the right hand and the broken lamp on the ground.

The sword light flashed again, the sword was inserted into the ground, Jiang Fan's left hand was nailed to the ground, and his entire face was contorted into a ball in pain, but he refused to kneel.Yu Danfeng kicked the Candeng Sword on the ground with one foot, released the hilt, and looked down.

"Don't kill you, do you know why?"

"Leaving your dog's life alive is to humiliate you. I want you to know one thing. I gave your dog's life to me. From now on, you are not qualified to take revenge on my child. And as long as you see a sword, you have to think that you are not worthy of a sword."

"Tsk tsk, forget, you won't be able to hold a sword again in your life." Yu Danfeng turned around and left the sword where it was. The crowd was silent, and he said contemptuously in a voice that everyone could hear.

"Oh, a dog."

Go ahead and go.

Jiang Fan finally knelt down and buried his head, refusing to let others see his tears.

This is the way the world is, you roaring and smashing through the thorns, but only worthy of falling in a pool of blood again and again, like a lame dog.

You have suffered so many injuries, and the time spent struggling to get up is getting longer and longer. You are tired and can hardly raise your head, but there is always a voice shouting in your ear, forcing you to move forward!forward!forward.

Bow your head, bow your head, you don't need to move forward, you can lie down, no longer stand up, and lie flat.

Can you bow your head?Can you bow your head?Can you bow your head?
Not low!

Not low!

Not low.

Not low
Do not.
Low.
The original myself, but so.

(End of this chapter)