Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Jing Sanlang trembled all over, stared blankly at his daughter, and said after a while, "No, that man is not your brother, how could you have such a brother..."

"No!" Yue'er argued, "My brother has always been nice to me, the best in the world..."

Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, Lu Dongqing quickly understood the reason.

Jing Yue lost her mother since she was a child, and her father was indifferent and unfeeling, and didn't care about family affairs. The only one who really cared about her was the strange boy brought by her father after remarrying. Ni Yan must be taking care of this child's daily necessities. Yan gave her unprecedented tenderness and care, which made her form a deep attachment in her ignorance.

This perverted feeling is like a seed sprinkled in a mire, before it can germinate, it is ruthlessly strangled.

As if she had lost her soul, she stood there in a daze, without saying a word, two lines of tears poured out of her eyes, and wet the front of her clothes.

Jing Sanlang yelled at her: "Wake up, he is already dead, are you going to die with him? Everything I did today was for you!"

Jing Yue swayed, and said in a deep voice: "No, you don't care about me at all, you have never looked at me in the eye, never... only my brother treats me well... when I grow up, I will marry Brother's..."

"Shut up!" Jing Sanlang yelled angrily, raised one hand, and slapped Jing Yue's face, "He's a prostitute, do you understand that prostitutes are people who are lower than prostitutes, you must never You miss him."

Jing Yue shuddered all over, raised her head suddenly, and looked at her father who seemed to be a stranger.

Her father's shadow enveloped her thin body, she was sunk in darkness, her feet seemed to be connected to a bottomless abyss, her fists, her shoulders, her whole body was shaking.

"I can't do it, I'm fed up, living so hard, every day is so tiring... My brother is dead, I don't want to live..."

She suddenly picked up the sword on the ground and pressed the blade to her neck.

"Stop!! Yueer!!"

Jing Saburo's exclamation was already a step late, blood spurted from the side of the girl's neck like a fountain, and splashed on the pillar.

This cowardly child summoned up the greatest courage in his life and ended his short and lonely life. With a smile on his lips, he slumped to the ground.

"Ah-" Jing Sanlang groaned from the bottom of his throat, and squatted down next to his son in a trance.

Panting breathing broke the silence again.

Two figures emerged from the darkness one after another, a man and a woman. The man in front had a golden knife at his waist, which clanged as he ran.

Lu Dongqing was surprised: "Chen Butou, why is it you?"

Chen Dousheng stopped in front of him, and explained: "Mrs. Ni woke up in the middle of the night and found that Yue'er was missing, so she begged me to look for her. I followed her footsteps here, it seems..." He saw the girl's body , let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "It seems that there is no need to look for it anymore."

The blood trickled down the side of her neck, sticky and hot, and gradually spread to the surroundings, to the edge of a pair of embroidered shoes.

The embroidered shoes are women's shoes, old shoes worn by Mrs. Ni for nearly ten years.

Madam Ni's body was swaying in the wind like a fallen leaf in late autumn, she had no strength left in her body, she had to lean against the stone pillar so as not to kneel on the ground.

Jing Saburo turned to her slowly: "Did you hear everything?"

"I heard everything, word for word. It was really you... Did you kill Yan'er...?"

Jing Sanlang met her gaze, his pupils suddenly tightened, and fear gradually appeared in his eyes: "It's not me, I didn't do it on purpose..."

Madam Ni just shook her head: "As expected...do you still hate your elder brother in your heart?"

"It's not what you think!" He took a step forward, grabbed her by the shoulder and shook, "Shanshan, you don't understand, the thing left by elder brother is what I've been looking for. With it, we can live a happy life." Days, you can go back to the good old days.”

"What did you say?" Lu Dongqing couldn't help asking, "Aren't the things in the box gold and silver jewelry?"

Jing Sanlang sneered: "Gold and silver jewellery? How could it be that kind of vulgar dross, what is hidden in that box is Fuyao Qingfeng!"

Hearing these four words, Mrs. Ni was shocked and stared at him like a ghost.

Chen Butou also exclaimed: "Are you crazy? Fuyao Qingfeng is a forbidden drug explicitly ordered by the imperial court."

"Crazy? Am I crazy?" Jing Sanlang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "If I am crazy, isn't he crazy? If he is not crazy, will he spend all the savings of the Ni family to buy that bottle of stuff? Isn't he Have you forgotten that you are the heir to the male and female swords of willow leaves?"

Mrs. Ni stared at him for a long time, finally lowered her gaze, and murmured: "I can't go back, no matter what you do, we can't go back."

With a pair of weak hands, she resolutely pushed him away from her side.

Isaburo tried to reach out his arms, but couldn't grab anything.He stood alone in the same place, with no support around him, like a lone tree that was about to wither, the dry branches peeled off in the wind, and the last meaning left in the world also disappeared.

Chen Butou on the side frowned: "Not only do you hold weapons privately, but you also harbor banned drugs. What you have done is enough to be convicted of a felony. Do you know it in your heart?"

"Imperial court?" Jing Sanlang let out a dry laugh from the depth of his throat, "I'm just a commoner, don't bother me to convict me."

As he spoke, he turned around slowly, walked slowly back into the pool of crimson blood, knelt down beside his daughter, and picked up the thin sword.

"Wait a minute," Chen Butou said anxiously, "You and I will go back to accept the crime, and the crime will not be punishable by death."

"Master Chen, tell me, for a person like me, living in this world, what is the difference between living and dying?"

"You..." Chen Butou opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't come up with an answer.

Jing Saburo held the hilt of the sword firmly in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth upwards.

The blade of the sword was already covered with blood, without the sparkle of silver, nor was it as light as a cicada's wing. It simply became the heaviest thing in the world, so heavy that it almost crushed him.

But there was a burst of intense emotions in his heart, rolling with distant and broken memories, rising high from the pool of blood and the dark night.

Isaburo raised his sword.

"Stop! Not enough people died tonight!"

Lu Dongqing suddenly roared and rushed towards him.

The young man's actions were beyond everyone's expectations. He was unarmed, with only half a wooden stick, but he went straight to meet the opponent's sharp sword.

Even Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help shouting: "Holly, be careful!"

Lu Dongqing was not foolhardy, the moment he jumped to start, he had already planned out every movement in his mind, he stabbed half of the shoulder pole in his hand, and grabbed the opponent's forearm.

But Jing Saburo dodged his swift attack, the speed of the sword-wielder was completely different from that of Fang Cai, after he crossed his body, he turned his wrist to close his momentum, and calmly swung a horizontal slash.

Lu Dongqing didn't even have time to retreat, but the sword edge didn't touch him, it just rolled up a wave of sword energy and pushed him a few steps away.

"Little devil, don't think you can beat me twice with the same method. If I wanted to kill you, you would have died just now."

Lu Dongqing looked at him in surprise, the sword energy rose from Jing Sanlang's feet, the sticky blood stained on the sword was blown away, scattered like petals, and the gradually bright blue light was like a gushing spring, Gathering behind him, they condensed into a bright shadow, vaguely showing two wings, stretching to both sides.

"This is... Yuanshen!" Lu Dongqing's eyes widened in astonishment.

Yuanshen, the ultimate realm of martial arts cultivation, is in harmony with the aura of heaven and earth, imitating the shape of auspicious beasts with breath.

The primordial spirit behind Jing Sanlang is a white crane with bright wings. Although it has only a vague prototype, it is already a state that neither his master nor his elder brother has ever reached.

Lu Dongqing was overwhelmed by this majestic force and was too shocked to speak.

Jing Sanlang was also surprised, and lowered his eyes to look at his hands: "So it is, this is the first time, I can do it without Fuyao Qingfeng, hahahaha, Master, it seems that I have not worked in vain in this life, I am not as good as Big brother is bad. Chen Dousheng, have you seen it all!"

The tip of his sword froze and pointed at Chen Butou.

Chen Butou also looked at him, across the vast night, he said with difficulty: "If Master sees it, he will be proud of you."

He spoke very slowly, and each word was like a sharp sword, cutting through Isaburo's throat, teeth, tongue, and lips, pushing the hysterical man closer to the edge of the cliff.

Isaburo smiled.

"That's enough." The man at the end of the road finally closed his eyes slowly, showing a satisfied smile, "I am the last heir of the willow-leaf male-female sword. Even if I die, I will die by my own sword."

He pressed the sword that was glowing silver again to his neck.

Accompanied by the bright red, scorching blood, the cyan wings exploded like fireworks, briefly lighting up the night sky, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only death-like silence.

In the mud pool, the last dead tree fell.

"Sanlang..." Madam Ni, who was leaning against the stone pillar, finally lost her legs and passed out completely.