Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 58

But the more so, Murong An seemed to be more curious. At the beginning, Su Heng studied under her, but she only appeared occasionally. Mostly when Su Heng was in trouble, she casually pointed out two sentences such as “If you want to make the move faster than your eyes, don’t use your eyes to see things.” I don’t understand or don’t know what to do.

Later, I spent almost every day with Su Heng, and I was more serious in pointing swordsmanship than in the past. I occasionally got excited, and I even picked up my sword and confronted Su Heng with a few tricks, but only to teach students how to use her better. The swordsmanship is nothing more than a head-to-head contest between the two.

But the tricks that day seemed to be different.

It was November that the heavy snow closed the mountains, the forests for swordsmanship were covered in snow, and the bitter cold weather when exhaled into ice, the conifers were frozen into icicles, and the trees scattered in the snow.

The sun above his head is just a very faint white shadow, spitting out cold light that does not seem to have any temperature. The swords in the hands of the two of them looked like glamour, and there was no end to the point of the previous confrontation, and the exchanges were tricky. The exact same swordsmanship, light defense and heavy offense, nothing fancy, one move and one style is just to pay attention to who is faster, who is faster than who is faster, one drop of water on the coniferous pine has completed three face-to-face hand-to-hand encounters.

The forest can only hear the clear sound of the snow, colliding with the sword, and there is a hint of Zen in the lonely snow.

But after a sword light, the icicle next to Murong An suddenly collapsed. She instinctively drew back to the right. Only for an instant, Su Heng’s black figure looked like a dragon rushing past, without seeing how he moved. The long sword in her hand has been heavily framed, and when she releases her hand, a string of blood is drawn on him. The tip of the sword is especially bloodstained. It spins in midair and steadily plunges into the snow. A strand of red silk oozes from the soil. , And his sword was steadily whiter than her throat.

Another tree’s icy edge collapsed and snow **** splashed. The two panted slightly. His sword did not retract, and he must look at her: “Remember what you said then, Master.”

She stretched out her hand to push the sword on her neck a little, and said, “I have been confused for a long time. Seeing how you were intoxicated with swordsmanship before, I thought that the person who said seriously likes me and wanted to get me was I made a mistake.”

He took the sword back into its sheath, and the blood dripped down the palm of his right hand, but he didn’t care about it: “If you don’t use the occult soul, it is more than swordsmanship. Now you can’t defeat me, but if you want to do the soul fall on me , I can’t beat you to the end of this life. My mind has never changed. Everything is only your choice.”

He approached her for a step, the snow under his feet was dull, but his voice was dumb: “Are you going to use your soul on me?”

She did not answer his question. Instead, she nodded in agreement with the first half of his sentence: “You are right. If one day I lose with the sword, it is because I want to lose.”

She raised her eyes slightly, her dark eyes filled with a long smile, and she took a step forward, further shortening the distance between people. She stood on tiptoe slightly, her lips almost pressed against his ears: “This time, I lost.”

He didn’t respond for a long time. And she had already stepped back, put her hand on the brow bone, looked up at the sky, and grumbled earnestly: “I’m going to fight without eating, I’m a little hungry.”

After speaking, I will pick up my sword. But just turning around, the person behind him held his right hand without taking a step. I sighed for the air they had held in their mouths since they confronted the move. It seems that after a long and slow reaction, Su Heng finally figured out what she meant. She turned and looked at him with a smile: Hey, you hurt me. He held her hand but did not let go. He even raised his right hand, and his blood-stained fingers stroked the delicate and elegant red butterfly on her forehead like a pilgrimage treasure. He lowered his head slightly, and the light-colored hand was attached. On the pair of flapping butterfly wings.

She chuckled, “You are only as brave as this?” Before he could respond, she put her feet around his neck, and duan’s red lips bit the corner of his mouth. He was stunned for about a moment, and then he reached out and put his hand around her waist and a handful of it grew on the coniferous pine behind. There was still no expression on his face, but the eyes looking at her were deep as water, flowing with a soft meaning: ” You don’t like me, do you?”

In another year, the spring flowers are full of flowers and the summer trees are wilting. Since Su Heng’s mountain has been a teacher, the grass and trees on the mountain have been withered twice.

This kind of feeling between the master and the apprentice is really against the human relationship from the perspective of morality. If it is put in the world of flowers, it will be intolerable.

But this is Murong An’s world, completely separated from the world of Dagan. No one will make irresponsible remarks. The only person who feels wrong is Master Jun, but Master Jun really has no say at this time.

For more than a year, the two of them drank each other, like all ordinary couples in the world. On New Year’s Eve this year, Murong An posted a couplet of “The First Chang’an” on the door lintel.

auzw.comI Chang’an, it’s a simple four words, what a good sign, but how easy it is. Su Heng is the son of Chen Guo after all. I don’t know who said that happiness takes so many roads, so long time, so much effort, and only one step is needed to destroy it, in an instant, without any fuss. This sentence really makes sense.

In the spring of the twenty-third year of Chen Wenhou, the second son of Chen State, Su Heng, got married and hired Mu Zhi, the daughter of General Mu Xing, as his wife. Murong An left Hongye Forest without whereabouts.

The development of the matter to this step is actually very simple, but Wenhou threatened, between Murong An and the throne, Su Heng could only choose one, and finally Su Heng chose the throne.

In September, Chen Wenhou reported that the son of Emperor Chao was the first son of Heng, and Su Mu was named the son of the first concubine. That night, Master Jun took a full-term baby and appeared in Su Heng’s study, saying that Murong An was dead, leaving behind the bones and blood of two people. I hope that he will treat this child kindly based on the relationship between master and apprentice in the past.

The child was wrapped in a swaddle and cried, Su Heng sat in the room with the child all night. When he left Hongyelin, he didn’t know that Murong An was pregnant.

But I always feel that Murong An is not dead. Although this kind of creature is indeed not suitable for conceiving offspring, it often dies in the process of pregnancy and childbirth due to mental weakness, but Murongan is so powerful, if such a powerful charm cannot escape the fate of dystocia in the end, then this fate It’s too confusing. Of course, the most important argument is that the rumors left by Ye Shi always say that Murong An died in the Liqiu battle between Chen and Jiang…

Master Jun said that Su Heng was Murong An’s robbery, and I only believed it now. Murong An’s temperament is probably not easy to be emotional, and once emotional, it will last a lifetime. Su Heng, this person is really incomprehensible. His attachment to Murong An does not seem to be pretended, but he can just give up. give up.

I think the girl he loves the most will always be Murong’an, but she can’t match the territories and the land, and the throne that is one person under ten thousand people. But the days of loneliness with boundless rivers and mountains is what he thinks?

I thought about it for a while, and felt that I was really naive, able to hold thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, that is, to hold the world’s beauties, although maybe he just can’t get the one he wants the most, but he can still be compensated in quantity. Lonely?

I am waiting for Murong An to appear again. What happened during this period is so trivial that I can’t repeat them. The two larger ones are the first year Chen Wenhou drove down and Su Heng ascended the throne, and the second year Chen Jiang and the two countries provoked a battle due to border dispute .

In the battle of Chen Jiang, Chen Wang Suheng personally set off. I have seen some things about Su Heng in the history books. It is said that Chen Guo was still a martial artist. The kings of Chen in all dynasties grew up on horseback. Su Heng was no exception. He followed Wenhou to fight the battlefield since he was a child, and his preferred method of combat was extremely light. The spirit is fast, mostly by oneself as the forward, leading a small number of elite Xiaoqi, or going deep into the enemy or attacking side by side to help the main force master the battle.

I originally thought that maybe he would be a little bit cherished when he became King Chen, but in Liqiu’s battle, it can be seen that even if he took the throne as king, he did not change his fighting style at all. The night before the war, he still took his twenty Qingqi forward. Go to Jiang Guojun to rush into the battlefield, lift the sword all the way into the enemy’s camp and then turn the horse’s head back. Use your own life to feel the strength and weakness of the enemy’s strength.

This method of investigating the enemy’s situation is nothing to him. He often did it in his youth. I heard that after getting into danger several times, he retreated with his natural calmness and was a wizard.

But that night, he led the twenty light cavalry into the enemy camp, but when he came back, he encountered thousands of ambushes buried by the opponent in advance. When he went deep into the enemy camp to spy on the enemy, the Twenty Light Cavalry had already suffered some damage. Even if the man was not injured, the hip horse received a lot of arrows. If you don’t find the weakest link, it’s basically difficult to break through.

Those history books have never recorded that he encountered such a situation when he was a son, with interception in the front and chasing soldiers in the back, so dangerous.

In the dark mountains and forests, the encirclement became smaller and smaller, the torches suddenly lit up, and the drums of war rang. This was originally meant to boost morale, but in this situation, it was a bit of a joke.

On the back of a burly red horse on the hillside, the general headed by Jiang Guo triumphed haha: “Unexpectedly, Wang Chen, who is known for his bravery, is going to die here today. It seems that your bravery name is nothing but you. Well, in my opinion, it’s just a bit brave, brothers, don’t you think?”

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the head on the top also clicked to the ground. A sword with a string of flying blood beads was fixed on a nearby rock wall, and the general’s head rolled on the ground wet and bloody, and the grinning smile actually stiffened on his face.

What kind of scene it was, it was really indescribable. I looked at him panicking and stretched out my hand to touch my neck. Fortunately, my head was still firmly on my neck.

But that sword was not the handwriting of Su Heng or Su Heng’s subordinates. Their weapons were all well held in their hands. I stared at the Hua Xudiao in front of me to see what was going on. At the same time, I quickly thought about whether it would be wrong. It would be the admirer of Su Heng in the Jiang Guofu Corps who did it… I didn’t know what was going on, but when I turned my mind, I suddenly thought of Murong An.

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