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Volume 3: Smoke and Clouds in Weicheng Chapter 52: The Night after the War

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    The bleak night wind was blowing slowly, and under the quiet and soft night, Yan Xichen dragged his staggering steps on the green brick path that crossed the streets, with a hint of stubbornness in his desolate back.

    The bright moonlight accompanied by wisps of breeze gently blew up the low-hanging messy hair. There were a few faint traces of blood on Yan Xichen's handsome cheeks, adding a bit of fortitude to Yan Xichen's somewhat thin body.

    Little bits of bright red blood seeped into the blood-stained coarse cloth robe, dripping from the several-inch-long sword wound between his waist and abdomen, dripping all the way.

    The Broken Sword Jinghong also hangs powerlessly. The sword body is dyed dark red by blood. The original mottled rust has long been washed away by blood. Along with the blood that falls from time to time, it exudes a strong smell of blood.

    The soft moonlight set off the bright reds everywhere, and the breeze in the sky seemed to be unbearable. In an instant, clouds of different shapes blew in, covering the bright moon.

    The night sky gradually dimmed, and only a few sparse starlight remained on the cold streets at night, illuminating Yan Xichen's lonely figure and accompanying him all the way east.

    "Alas." In the dim night, a vague sigh came out. In the small box on the street corner, the middle-aged beggar who had met Yan Xichen in the dilapidated ancestral hall slowly held the small ring.  revealed his figure.

    "Grandpa, if you were willing to help him, maybe things wouldn't be like this now." Xiaohuan blinked her big eyes and looked at the middle-aged beggar coquettishly, coquettishly.

    The frost marks of the years made him stay in the time and space of eight years old forever. Over a long period of time, she gradually broke away from the initial pain. Since she could not change, she began to learn to enjoy the rights of being a child.

    The middle-aged beggar touched Xiaohuan's young head dotingly, sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "I can help him for a while, but I can't help him for the rest of his life. If he doesn't have the ability to protect his family, even this  If he got out of trouble by chance once, who can guarantee that he will get out of trouble the next time? If so, maybe today, his family's misfortune is also a relief."

    "This doesn't seem to conflict with you helping him." Xiaohuan pouted, with some confusion, and angrily questioned the middle-aged beggar. However, for some reason, Xiaohuan's face suddenly softened, and the slight expression on his face suddenly softened.  The harsh tone also softened: "Grandpa, why don't you help him? His back looks so lonely and desolate."

    The middle-aged beggar shook his head decisively, stopped Xiao Huan who wanted to continue talking, and said softly: "You can't help him, and neither can I. As a swordsman, I am destined to be alone in this life, alone, with a handful of  The sword wanders from city to city without friends and no one understands their existence. This is the fate of every swordsman."

    As he spoke, the middle-aged beggar slowly became intoxicated in his memory. He was not only talking about swordsmen, this special group of people that many people admired but also feared, he was also talking about himself.

    "Isn't that miserable? A person has no friends and no one understands their thoughts. Then why are there so many people who want to become swordsmen?" Xiao Huan said his thoughts thoughtfully.  .

    The middle-aged beggar smiled awkwardly. He really didn't know how to answer Xiaohuan's question. Yes, why on earth are so many people scrambling to become swordsmen, knowing that they will lose everything except swordsmen? Is it just for the sake of it?  Is the reputation of the swordsman false?

    The middle-aged beggar shook his head blankly, put away his scattered thoughts, and answered bravely: "In today's world, there are hundreds of countries, big and small, and wars occur from time to time. In order to survive in this troubled world,  , there¡¯s nothing wrong with losing something.¡±

    Xiaohuan nodded as if he understood, sighed, and continued to ask: "Then why don't people try to understand the special group of swordsmen? After all, they are also human beings and they need care and understanding, not to mention what they are not.  Everybody likes to be alone.¡±

    "A person can only understand the swordsman's voice when facing the sword in his hand. However, such people will often fall under the sword's edge the next moment, so no one wants to understand a swordsman." Middle-aged beggar  Jiazhen answered incessantly, and her granddaughter suddenly had a lot more questions today.

    "Perhaps, he will be an accident among the swordsmen." Looking at the somewhat stubborn figure in the night, this idea suddenly came to the middle-aged beggar's mind.

    In front of me, this stubborn young man named Yan Xichen is almost exactly the same as he was when he was young. He is as handsome and elegant, with a delicate and scholarly atmosphere, and also has the same sadness and nostalgia for the past.

    It¡¯s just that such a character is not suitable for becoming a swordsman at all. Combined with his own youthful experience, the middle-aged beggar began to worry about Yan Xichen. Can he really escape the fate of a swordsman?

    Xiaohuan tilted her head heavily towardsDeep in the street, looking through the soft moonlight, as far as the eye can see, Yan Xichen's thin figure is swallowed up bit by bit by the heavy night.

    Xiaohuan sighed in a low voice. The disappearing back figure and the eyes as deep as autumn water always had a faint resentment in them, which attracted her deeply.

    She was distressed and paranoid, and did not dare to reveal her plans to anyone, even her closest grandfather. It was a big joke for a girl who seemed to be only seven or eight years old to fall in love with a melancholy boy.

    The middle-aged beggar seemed to have read through his thoughts. He coughed lightly and said to divert Xiaohuan's thoughts away: "Don't think about it. Let's go. Wait a while, and the little monkey will chase him again."

    "Yeah." Xiaohuan nodded and didn't say anything else. He just silently followed the middle-aged beggar and walked away little by little. Since it was destined to be love-free from the beginning, there was no need to be overly persistent.

    The bright moon gradually got rid of the shield of dark clouds, and the soft moonlight once again shed a layer of faint silver brilliance on the majestic gates of Weicheng.

    Ten miles outside the city, next to a wide and flat pipeline, in a hotel that provides food and accommodation for business travelers, dim candles swayed in the night wind, emitting a faint light.

    In the hotel, in the comfortable guest room, I don¡¯t know what magic elixir was used. Chu Chunhong let out a sigh and slowly woke up from the deep coma.

    Chu Chunhong struggled to sit up from the comfortable soft berth. Chu Chunhong's face flushed, and bursts of tearing pain continued to come from the wound in her abdomen. She grinned in pain.

    Subconsciously, he lowered his head and checked. The broken sword on his abdomen had been pulled out. The layers of white gauze were tied tightly inside and out. The cool feeling on the gauze kept dispelling the severe pain. It was obvious that it had been  Apply special wound medicine.

    She pulled some simple clothes lying flat on the bedside and put them on her body. With a hint of gratitude, she looked at the delicate figure under the green silk gown by the window sill.

    By the window sill, the young man with two swords on his back was holding a blue and white wine cup, with a slight smile, sipping the wine carefully, occasionally looking through the window, and as far as his eyes could see, the peach blossoms outside the hotel were flying like rain.

    "It was you who saved me." Chu Chunhong stood beside the young man softly, and her eyes followed the young man's gaze and landed on the falling flowers not far from the hotel.

    "That's right, it's me." The young man drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, turned his head, and looked directly into the light.  Chu Chunhong looked slightly pale.

    Chu Chunhong was stunned and said with a look of astonishment: "It's you, Qin Xiao, you should have followed the order of the law enforcement elder and came down to eradicate me. After all, I have smeared your Shushan's face. You are such an outstanding person."  The eldest disciple will definitely not sit idly by."

    "If I want to eradicate you, I just need to leave you to fend for yourself. Why bother to save you? You say so, little junior sister." The young man Qin Xiao refilled a glass of water and wine by himself, with a faint tone.  There is a hint of elegance.

    "In that case, why did you come to me, senior brother?" Chu Chunhong stared at Qin Xiao with a cold tone and an aggressive attitude, unwilling to let him go even half a step.

    "Help you." Qin Xiao smiled lightly.

    "Then why didn't you help me deal with that Yan Xichen in the restaurant? It's a pity that I planned for so long, but in the end I was just a little short of it, and the result was a complete failure." Hearing this, Chu Chunhong looked at Qin Xiao angrily.  , she wouldn¡¯t believe the other party¡¯s help, and again, if it was true, the restaurant wouldn¡¯t stand idly by.

    "The reason why I don't help you is because he can't die yet. I still need him to help me do some things. At least before these things are completed, he can't die." Qin Xiao replied nonchalantly.

    "Quite frankly, but don't forget, Yan Xichen also killed your father, my senior brother, and the second highness of the Qin Dynasty." Chu Chunhong looked at Qin Xiao with amusement, and named Qin Xiao in one sentence.  Xiao¡¯s identity.

    Qin Xiao was originally the second prince of Qin Yang, the late emperor of the Great Qin Empire. He was not known to most people because he was sent to Shushan by Qin Yang to learn martial arts from a young age, so he was not known to most people.

    "I naturally know this, and you don't need to remind me." Qin Xiao looked aside and continued in a cold voice: "Yan Xichen, I can help you get rid of him in the end, but next you have to do me a small favor.  "

    "I'm not interested. I will do the killing of Yan Xichen myself, so you don't need to worry about it." Chu Chunhong directly rejected Qin Xiao's proposal, not even the slightest bit interested in the conditions proposed by the other party.

    Qin Xiao didn't feel dissatisfied, he smiled and shook his head and sighed: "Do you think that if Yan Xichen hadn't been hit by your Soul Leaving Gu on purpose, I'm afraid he would have wanted to clean up what you had done so easily, and he wouldn't have ended up in such an embarrassing situation, let alone  Next to him is that handsome head catcher with martial arts skills.It's almost not bad either.  "

    "What a joke, why did he deliberately hit my soul-leaving Gu? Is there anyone else who cares about his own life?" Chu Chunhong sneered. She dismissed this statement, but for some reason, there was always a faint feeling in her heart.  disturbed.

    "I heard that he is an infatuated person. Perhaps he was willing to fall under your Soul-Living Gu because of Yu Qingli, who disappeared three years ago, so that the Soul-Living Gu could take effect and relieve him of his years of lovesickness.  "Qin Yu smiled lightly, paused for a moment, and then continued: "Although these are just boring guesses, according to my observation, he had already discovered all of this before falling into your trap."

    Chu Chunhong¡¯s face was calm as usual, but her heart was turbulent. Although the young man in front of him looked very uncomfortable, his words were definitely not false based on his ability.

    Thinking about it, Chu Chunhong was silent for a long time. After a long time, he slowly turned around and walked out of the guest room. Her beautiful voice faintly echoed in the empty guest room: "No matter what, for my father,  I can handle the matter of revenge myself, I don¡¯t need anyone else¡¯s intervention.¡±

    "It's really stupid. One day you will agree." After Chu Chunhong left, Qin Xiao swayed the celadon cup filled with wine, put away the fake smile, and raised a flamboyant scornful smile at the corner of his mouth.  .
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