i have a sword fairy

And the guards around him have also stood up one after another.

Li Shida looked back blankly at the ruins of the Qin Mansion that had been forcibly "erased" behind him, and opened his mouth in a daze.

"Da da da--"

A sound of hoofbeats came to my ears.

Li Shida looked back vigilantly, and found that it was the carriage with the coffin on the roof, running away into the distance.

Li Shida, who hadn't fully woken up from the shock, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed forward.

"Go... go after it!"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out of the throat, hoarse and low.

The guards of the Qin family beside him who hadn't fully regained their composure got a little sober after hearing this, and hurried to look for the horses.

A group of guards who could still get up got on their horses and gave chase.

Li Shida stood alone in the same place, panting heavily, he turned around, stared blankly at the huge Qin Mansion that had been destroyed, and walked towards the ruins with an inconceivable expression.

just.

a moment.

He stopped suddenly.

Turning around like a ghost.

Ten paces away.

A purple-clothed Confucian scholar who was covered in dust but had bright eyes was silently rushing towards him, holding a sword in his hand.

He didn't leave!

Li Shida was shocked.

But in the next second, Li Shida's chest surged with vigorous blood. He is not only a Confucian scholar, but also a monk in the Zhenyi stage of ascending to heaven.

He pulled out the knife brazenly, gritted his teeth and stared, the handle of the knife was stained with blood.

It is also a charge forward!

next second.

A Confucian student in purple clothes and a Confucian student in plain robes suddenly met.

One is the period of clearing the void, and the other is the period of shaking clothes.

There is no back and forth, no stalemate.

The victory or defeat of life and death is only in an instant.

Zhao Rong's Wenjian was thrown out of his hand in shock.

But Li Shida's treasured sword, which relied on the strength of Zhenyiqi to shake Wenjian away, did not fall immediately.

Gein.

There was a pointer between his eyebrows.

Zhajian furnace.

Just like back then on Suzaku Avenue, the last finger of that sixth-rank martial artist.

Li Shida's body fell loose.

because.

In front of him was a strange Confucian scholar who followed the path of a martial artist, although his cultivation level was one level lower than his.

Zhao Rong's body trembled slightly.

Thick blood dripped from the fingertips.

The hand that held the sword before was split open, and blood flowed horizontally.

He stared straight at the corpse lying on the ground.

This was the first person he killed with his own hands.

Whether it is past life or present life.

Zhao Rong bent down slowly.

With bloody hands, he tore off the token from Li Shida's waist.

Soon.

On the official road outside the city.

A fleeing carriage is about to be overtaken by horses following it.

suddenly.

The guards on the horses reined in their horses one after another and stopped chasing. They held tokens in their hands, looked at each other in blank dismay, then turned around, followed the instructions, and returned the same way.

North of the city.

The original location of the Qin Mansion.

The dust raised by the explosion slowly returned to the earth.

Only ruins and ruins were left.

For miles around, no living person stood up.

Chapter 114 Holding Hands Again

Zhao Rong buried Liu Sanbian under an unnamed green mountain.

There are no eye-catching scenery and intriguing stories of places of interest around.

This is just an ordinary green hill.

A low hill.

Just like this morning that buried Liu Sanbian.

Ordinary.

Zhao Rong wanted to bury Liu Sanbian next to his father's grave.

But that day, shortly after Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao "razed" the Liang Jing Qin Mansion to the ground.

The Wei officials and the remaining members of the Langxi Qin family began to hunt down the culprit overwhelmingly.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to take Liu Sanbian's body with them, traveling day and night, and fled in a hurry without stopping.

There were some setbacks on the way, but generally escaped to the border of the Wei Dynasty smoothly.

Now that he has arrived at a safe place, he is about to leave Dawei.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao had time to let the dead rest in peace, at least in Liu Sanbian's hometown.

He deliberately chose this remote and quiet place.

facing south.

The direction facing Dawei Liangjing is also the direction Liu Sanbian came from, the direction he kept turning his head, and the direction of home.

Among the woods, there is a misty dawn mist.

Strips of light-colored golden light leaked from the wet leaves.

The morning air was still cold, but it smelled of earth.

In front of a newly erected solitary grave.

Zhao Rong lit three sticks of incense.

He took the yellow paper from Su Xiaoxiao's hand.

squat.

Light the fire with her and burn the paper.

The solitary tomb is remote.

No one around.

Only the two of them are busy in this wilderness.

A Confucian scholar, a fox demon.

Go to a warrior's grave.

Zhao Rong stood in front of the tomb.

Take out a jug of wine.

It's not some delicious wine from Xianjia, but it was bought from the open-air wine shop that he stopped for a short time on the way to die with Liu Sanbian that day.

Zhao Rong thought at the time that it would be useful.

He sprinkled wine across the tomb.

Quietly looking at this lonely tomb.

At the head is a simple tombstone.

Blank with no words.

It's not that Zhao Rong can't write inscriptions, on the contrary, he knows a lot of good inscriptions.

Or generous, or tragic, or philosophical, or broad-minded.

No matter how bad it was, he could still engrave Liu Sanbian's name on it.

But he still didn't write.

It is for the future, leaving it to the child named Qingshan to do it.

When Zhao Rong gave the relic to Liu Qingshan, he would truthfully tell him where his father's tomb was and why his father died.

Tell him that during the long journey, every night when the bonfire is lit and there is wine, the taciturn Liu Sanbian will always talk about him tirelessly.

Tell him that whenever he hears the word Qingshan, no matter when and where, the warmest and softest smile will always bloom on that sinister and fierce face.

Tell him that it's not that Liu Sanbian doesn't care about him, but that as a son of man, he must fulfill his responsibility for the unsatisfactory result, and ask "why" in person?

Zhao Ronghui would point Liu Qingshan in that direction and let him inscribe the inscription by himself, because he is also the Son of Man.

The wine in the jug has been spilled.

Not a single drop fell.

Zhao Rong stood quietly.

Su Xiaoxiao squatted on the ground, watching the blazing flames.

The two were speechless.

When the flame burns out.

Zhao Rong turned around, picked up the bookcase, and left directly.

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly followed, but she couldn't help but look back a few times as she walked.

That was her and Zhao Rong's companion along the way. Not long ago, his voice and appearance were still in his mind, but now he was lying alone in the cold wooden coffin, sleeping forever.

Su Xiaoxiao hates parting, hates death, hates all sad stories.

and so.

She will cherish what she has very much.

The little fox demon quietly glanced at Zhao Rong's thin back.

The two went all the way away, leaving the lonely grave behind, and embarked on the journey north again.

Zhao Rong didn't look back in the end.

He wasn't actually sad.

He even witnessed the process of Liu Sanbian going to death that day behind a window on Suzaku Avenue, except for the last finger, which gave him a shocking and inexplicable sense of martial arts.