The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Ma Hongying said, without any look of surprise on their faces. She suddenly felt relieved and her nose became sour.

"I was also forced into a desperate situation. I walked from the light into the darkness and became a shadow without an identity; and you walked from the darkness into the light and rediscovered your name that belonged to Gu Shiwei."

"When I look at you, I always feel that we have met at a fork in the road. You look at me and I look at you like looking into a mirror. We passed each other and then went our separate ways..."

"Perhaps this kind of destiny has been written by God when we were young."

"I used to use a sword, but because I couldn't surpass you no matter what, I gave up the long sword and chose a sledgehammer."

Gu Shiwei looked at Ma Hongying quietly.

It was impossible for Han Shiyan, who had grown up in a honeypot, to understand the feeling of risking life and death, but she understood Ma Hongying very well.

As Ma Hongying said, they are very similar, they are both people who have died once.

She knew what Ma Hongying was confused about, because a desperate situation is a dark hell, in which you can only move forward in the dark. Every choice is a life or death decision. Every step you take, you need to ask your own conscience, am I doing the right thing?

Gu Shiwei thought that Ma Hongying probably only killed enemy soldiers in the past.

Just like in the past, after practicing the sword for so many years, she could only pierce pear blossoms.

This kind of torture of conscience can only be experienced by good people with conscience.

"Maybe it's because I'm alone and don't have to care about others, but you still have many people you care about."

Ma Hongying's eyes turned red. She smiled at Gu Shen and pulled off the black cloth on her face. She breathed heavily, like a fish that had dried up for a long time.

Only then did Gu Shinwei discover that when Ma Hongying smiled, there was a deep dimple on her left cheek.

This made her suddenly become much cuter.

She walked towards Gu Shiwei and Han Shiyan, reached out and took the bamboo tube from Gu Shiwei's hand, raised her head and took a big sip.

"Han Shiyan has been eating delicious food since he was a child. Even when we were pulling grass on the roadside together, he could always pull out the sweetest one. After so many years, it is still the same. I came to this village before you, but I couldn't find it. This wine is good. Otherwise, just put the medicine into the wine and not make any big bone soup."

Han Shiyan listened and looked at Ma Hongying with a complicated expression, "It's been less than a year since you died. How could so many years have passed?"

Ma Hongying didn't care at all about this verbal attack. She shook her head and said, "The censor fights with his mouth. We soldiers are not afraid of fake tricks."

Ma Hongying handed the bamboo tube filled with sweet wine back to Gu Shinwei, wiped the corners of her mouth, and then pointed to her chest, "Come on, come on, pierce here, pierce harder. Just like you pierced before. Same as Ouyang Zhi, otherwise I will be exposed."

Gu Shinwei raised his eyebrows, "Those who want to die by my sword can circle Yanmen Pass twice. You have to queue up."

"The person who asked you to guide me to investigate the case was Zhang Chunting, right? When you successfully left the battlefield, was it related to the Crested Ibis?"

Ma Hongying froze slightly. After a while, she said softly, "You are really good at guessing."

As she spoke, she glanced at Han Shiyan from the corner of her eye and puffed her chest out towards Gu Shiwei.

Han Shiyan was excited and saw Gu Shiwei pick up his sword, point it at Ma Hongying and mark the position, "Go a little to the left!"

"It's too left, come a little further back! You squat down a little, after all, I'm sitting while you're standing, and the position of drawing the sword is wrong! I'm going to hit you where you need to squat down and stab upward with such advanced skills!"

Ma Hongying gritted her teeth and shouted angrily, "Gu Shinwei!" Gu Shinwei laughed, but stabbed directly into Ma Hongying's chest.

Ma Hongying cried out in pain, and by the time she realized what she was doing, Gu Shiwei's long sword had already been withdrawn. She dug into her sleeve pocket, took out a red pill, and stuffed it into Ma Hongying's mouth.

"If you take this medicine, you will definitely not die. When you go back to edit, remember to make me stronger. After all, I just defeated Tiansan not long ago."

Ma Hongying nodded with a pale face. She covered her chest, glanced at Han Shiyan, and flew towards the other side of the mountain without looking back.

Blood fell to the ground, dripping all the way.

Gu Shiwei retracted his long sword into its scabbard and looked at Han Shiyan aside, "Let's go, Han Yushi, who is putting on the Kongming Lantern. You should be happy that Ma Hongying is still alive. If only my father, mother, and younger brother were still alive. , I still haven’t set up a flowing table in Fanlou for three days and three nights?”

"Don't worry. Even though the sword was close to the heart, Ma Hongying will never die."

"It's like saying, Han Yushi, you are writing with a pen. You have written a Korean character thousands of times, but you can still write it wrong? It's the same with my sword."

"I am the one who can accurately hit the most flawless one among millions of pear petals."

Han Shiyan looked away. Ma Hongying had turned from a living person into a black dot, and then disappeared into the night.

There is mist in Songmao Ridge at night, and there are cries of old storks on the trees. It feels like an old ghost from the Black Mountains can pop out from the cracks in the rocks, from the tree trunks, or from under the ground at any time!

"Since Ma Hongying is willing to meet us today, why doesn't she say a word about the battlefield?"

Han Shiyan looked at Gu Shiwei, he couldn't understand.

Gu Shiwei looked at Han Shiyan and clicked his tongue twice, "It's not that she doesn't want to mention it, it's that she doesn't want to mention it in front of you. Haven't you ever thought about it? Why did Wu Jiang and Ma Hongying not mention anything about the battlefield, at least in front of you? Not even a word about it."

"Her coming to Songmaoling today was not brought by your Kongming Lantern. It was me who chased her here like a duck."

"Just now I guessed that she was also working for the Imperial City Department, and Ma Hongying didn't deny it. The Scarlet Ibis was the Imperial City Department's mole in the capital. Ma Hongying was able to escape on the battlefield. I guess it was because of the Scarlet Ibis relationship, and she didn't deny it either."

As Gu Shinwei said, he reached out and patted Han Shiyan on the shoulder, "You call the authorities a fan, but I call the bystanders clear."

Han Shiyan's expression changed drastically. He was silent for a long time. He took off a bamboo tube from his waist and took a big sip.

The sweetness of the sweet wine at the beginning and the spiciness later on are both memorable.

"How am I different from you?"

Gu Shiwei listened and shook her bamboo tube. She asked Ma Hongying to drink the last gulp of her little sweet wine.

"Of course there are many differences. For example, if you are a relative of the emperor, I can regicide at any time, kill all the people named Zhao in Bianjing City, and change the dynasty of Yong Dynasty, but you can't."

"For another example, your old Han family occupies half of the court. Many people in your family have the ability to be the murderers who killed Ma Hongying and those soldiers. But I can't. I can only poke them one by one with my sword. ."

"For another example, you and Ma Hongying have many acquaintances in common, and neither she nor Wu Jiang could bear to let you know that secret... When our military attaché finds out, the most he can do is curse his ancestors for eight generations, and then throw off his arms and start taking revenge. ."

"You civil servants are different. You have been sad for many years. When you are old and have no ability to behave like yourself, you have to write another article that is so sad that the readers of future generations will be depressed... It is simply a disaster. ."

"You and I are so different."