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Volume Three: Smoke and Clouds of Weicheng Chapter 54, Prelude to Parting (Part 1)

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    The morning sun reluctantly leaves the eastern horizon and slowly rises into the sky, spreading its bright light across every corner of the vast land of China, awakening the vitality that has been sleeping all night.

    The weak spring breeze blew through the weeping willows on the embankment that were "dressing themselves in front of the mirror", sweeping ripples on the calm water. Three or two swallows returning from the north were chirping and playing on the water.  Noisy, so lively.

    On the shore, on the vast land, grass grows, and green wildflowers and grasses are vying to grow under the nourishment of the gentle breeze and sunshine. When the wind blows, it will stir up waves of green waves.

    In a nearby village, half-grown children, in small groups, flew kites on the grass in the gentle east wind, chasing after their parents who were busy with the day.

    Yan Xichen knelt down in front of the three newly raised graves with empty eyes, looking at the happy and laughing children in the distance. His expression was dull, and he could not see any emotion or anger, as if the death of Mrs. Yan and the old man had not touched him in the slightest.  .

    In fact, this is not the case. In Yan Xichen's heart, Sister-in-law Yan and the old man have worked hard to bring him up since he was a child. Regardless of other things, he has been unable to repay the kindness of raising him for more than 20 years.

    The deaths of Mrs. Yan and the old man were like a sharp awl, deeply piercing the unhealed scar in his heart. The pain in his heart was saddened by the bloody memory.

    This feeling was only experienced when Yu Qingli disappeared silently. Yan Xichen once swore that he would never let anyone around him get hurt again in this life. The feeling of watching his beloved relatives and friends go away in despair one by one.  The feeling was actually more uncomfortable than cutting him with a knife. Compared with the physical pain, the mental trauma was indelible for a lifetime.

    It was only three years after Yu Qingli disappeared that tragedy struck the people around him once again. His mother and grandfather, who were the closest to him since childhood, have now left him one by one.  .

    The painful blow of losing a loved one seemed to be a huge pressure, hammering his wounded heart. At this moment, Yan Xichen's dull-looking face turned as pale as ashes.

    He wanted to talk and pour out all the sorrow and depression in his heart, but he looked around blankly and could not find anyone who could confide in him.

    Even though Yan Xichen had a firm mind, he could not withstand this sudden blow. He was in a daze, and faced the cruel reality at a loss. The bottom line in his heart was like a suppressed volcano, which might explode at any time.

    The breeze blew the scattered long hair, and the hem of the white mourning clothes swayed feebly in the wind. Yan Xichen's back slowly became a little restrained under the morning sun.

    The frost marks of time seem to have made a strong mark on Yan Xichen's face. The young man in his twenties in front of him now seems to be full of vicissitudes and sentimentality as he approaches his twilight years.

    "Da da da" In front of the new tomb, in the green bamboo forest that grows intertwined on the pile of rocks, the sound of footsteps came from far to near, and gradually changed from blurry to clearly audible.

    The breeze blows through the swaying bamboo forest, the tall bamboo joints, green bamboo leaves, and the drops of dew that have not yet evaporated between the bamboo leaves are constantly swaying, highlighting the bright scenery of spring morning.

    Ling Jingyun stopped in a daze, looking at Yan Xichen's slightly slumped back, and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

    "Well, Xiaoyan, the fire was so intense last night. We searched inside and outside, but we couldn't find the old man's body. I'm afraid it's" Ling Jingyun was silent and didn't speak, standing blankly beside Yan Xichen.  behind.

    ¡°Perhaps it was because he was injured by Sato last night and has not healed yet. At this moment, Ling Jingyun¡¯s thin cheeks were slightly pale in the desolate spring wind.

    Yan Xichen was still sitting on his knees dejectedly, and the dull expression on his face became slightly lively due to the arrival of Ling Jingyun: "So, I have to thank Ling for arresting him. I'm really sorry that Ling has to rush around all night for this."

    "In that case, Xiaoyan, you are the handsome eldest brother of the head catcher, that is, our friend. If you are useful, don't be polite to us." Ling Jingyun patted his chest and said boldly.

    However, for some reason, he always felt a little weird when he mentioned the handsome catcher. The handsome catcher's expression when he left last night was still vivid in his mind. It was an inexplicable feeling, filled with resentment and hatred for fate.  Unwilling to do so.

    "Okay, if anything happens, I'll go back and bother Brother Ling." Yan Xichen's slightly hoarse voice brought Ling Jingyun back from his thoughts in time.

    After the words fell, Yan Xichen fell silent again in the cool breeze, with his back to Ling Jingyun, staring blankly at the children playing on the grass, with an empty expression and no words.

    "In that case, I'll take my leave first." Seeing that Yan Xichen was in a daze,Ling Jingyun, the new chief catcher in Weicheng, bid farewell to Yan Xichen in a very timely manner.

    Yan Xichen didn¡¯t speak, and Ling Jingyun didn¡¯t say anything either. He turned around, held his injured body, walked away slowly with a somewhat frivolous step, and sighed.

    The breeze in the bamboo forest seemed to be stronger again, blowing the green bamboos with crackling sounds. The children playing on the grass seemed to be tired from playing, and they ran back home in twos and threes.

    The colorful butterflies flying in the bamboo forest fluttered their gorgeous wings gracefully, quietly bypassing the small bamboo forest, and flew to the fragrant meadow full of wild flowers.

    "Since you're here, come out." There was a rustle in the bamboo forest, but Yan Xichen still knelt on the ground and didn't move. It wasn't until he saw Ling Jingyun walking away that he looked back at the bamboo forest coldly, with a trace of murderous intent in his tone.  It spreads out bit by bit.

    It was impossible to hide anyone in the small bamboo forest. As soon as Yan Xichen said it, the bamboo forest immediately shook. After a while, the handsome catcher walked out with a big blunt knife on his back, as if he was strolling in a garden.

    "Captain Handsome, you are the one here, why are you hiding in the woods." Yan Xichen's murderous intent weakened slightly, and he turned to look at Captor Handsome, who had changed drastically in both clothing and temperament, full of doubts.  All over the face.

    At this moment, the handsome catcher seemed to have completely changed. In his expression, the liveliness and enthusiasm of the past were gone, replaced by a kind of wise and deep look.

    Even the clothes on the body have changed drastically. The official robes worn by the head catchers in the past have been replaced by the wide-sleeved robes that only those in high positions are qualified to wear now.

    Moreover, the big blunt knife carried behind his back is also very different from before. Although the knife itself has not changed much, the thick scabbard has been reinforced with a layer. There are seven large and small knives of different lengths on it.  That's a lot.

    Faced with Yan Xichen's series of questions, the changed handsome captain smiled and said nothing. The reinforced scabbard behind his back shook. Almost in the blink of an eye, one of the short knives, which was only one foot long, slid down the loose sleeves.  , slipped into his hand, the tip of the knife kept flashing, pointing straight at the back of Yan Xichen's neck.

    At this moment, the handsome catcher's heart seemed to be overturned with five emotions, hatred, unwillingness, and regret mixed together in a confusing way, especially not the taste.

    In the fire last night, God returned all the lost memories to him. After regaining his memory, Shuai Captou, when he saw Yan Xichen again, fate had to let him pick up the weapon and use the blade to attack.

    He knew that from this moment on, he and Yan Xichen would never be the same brothers as they were a few days ago, talking freely over wine and talking about everything. Instead, they were more like enemies.

    "Thinking of it this way, you have actually learned the cooking technique recorded on the big blunt knife. Even the original owner of the big blunt knife has not learned this amazing martial arts. Unfortunately, it still lacks the heat. You will have to practice more in the future.  "Yan Xichen seemed not to notice Shuai Ba Tou's hostility, and continued to guide Shuai Ba Tou as before, like the big brother next door.

    The handsome catcher's expression relaxed, and he was stunned for a while, and then said with a harsh tone, without mercy: "Even if the fire is still light, it seems to be more than enough to kill you."

    "Why?" Yan Xichen's face sank. In fact, he had seen that the handsome catcher had bad intentions early on, but he never broke his skin. He really couldn't understand why the handsome catcher changed overnight.  It became like this.

    "It's nothing, I just recovered a little memory and remembered some things that shouldn't have happened." The handsome catcher looked at Yan Xichen, his eyes burning with a trace of despair.

    Yan Xichen sighed in confusion and said, "You have recovered your memory, and you made the move to kill me. There doesn't seem to be any conflict between the two."

    "Because you killed someone you shouldn't have killed." Before the commander could speak, a loud reply came from outside the bamboo forest. A big man with a beard on his face led some soldiers dressed differently from the soldiers of the Western Jin Dynasty.  He walked in, gathered around the handsome captain, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the Emperor has sent his subordinates to welcome His Highness back home."

    "So you are from Qin." Yan Xichen sighed with some disappointment.

    "Yes, you know why I want to kill you. Three years ago, you killed my father in Xianyang Palace." As he spoke, the handsome catcher's voice became choked.

    "I have to say, you wouldn't believe it if I didn't kill Qin Yang." Yan Xichen shook his head helplessly, and then said: "In this case, just do it."

    "Be bold, dare to call the late emperor by his name, the traitor will die." The big man with a curly beard shouted loudly and was about to rise up with his soldiers to capture Yan Xichen.

    "Get away." The handsome catcher used the back of his knife as a backhand to slap the big man away, and then he quickly rose up and killed ten people one by one.Two soldiers were shot away one after another, and the time it took was no more than the blink of an eye.

    "If you want me to go back with you, you'd better listen to me, otherwise you'd better ask Qin Yu to come in person." The handsome catcher glared at the big man fiercely and stopped talking.

    Being stared at by the commander-in-chief, the big man felt his heart tremble, and his whole body felt cold and uncomfortable. After knowing how powerful the commander-in-chief was, the man sighed silently in his heart, and then met the soldier who was lying on the ground again.  Together, they got up angrily.
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