geese return to autumn

July Huashan, Wulin Conference.

"Qiu Dao and Yan Wen have been tied for ten years. I wonder if we will be lucky enough to see a winner this year?"

"Look, we still won't see each other this year! These two have played ten times in ten years, and they are always tied at 71 strokes! This year is probably still the same!"

Yu Jinzhi at the side listened to these people's discussion with great interest, "Little Six! What kind of characters do you think Qiu Dao and Yan Wen are?"

A competition in the arena was in full swing, swords and swords were slashing back and forth in Xiao Liuzi's eyes, the fan in his hand was shaking faster and faster, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Ma'am, miss, let's go back! You see this is all Some knives and swords, in case you get hurt even a little bit, how can the servant explain to the emperor and the master!"

Yu Jinzhi pressed the veil that was blown up by the fan, and gave Xiao Liuzi a hard look, "If you say these disappointing words again, I will throw you to that ring!"

Little Six fell silent immediately.

"The next match—Langzhou Qiudao vs. Ningbo Yanfu Yanwen—"

Yu Jinzhi fixed her eyes on the stage.

Yanwen was dressed in a blue shirt, stepped up the ring lightly, and smiled at the man in gray on the opposite side: "Brother Qiu, I wonder if you and I will have a showdown this year?"

Qiu Dao said: "A draw is also pretty good."

Without further ado, let's start the knife.

Unsheathed!

First cut!One attack and one defense!The blade slid past, like water accumulating waves!

Change hands, fly, catch the knife, the second knife!First flow of water!

Over the waist, reverse, drink lightly, the third knife!Pop up!Come all over the world!The meaning of water is also the meaning of sword!

No tricks, just clang!The faster the figure, the stronger the blade glow!

No.60 nine knives! No. 70 knife!

Yanwen already feels that his saber intent is stronger than in previous years, and with the fighting spirit, he wants to fight again!It was already hard to see the shadow of the saber in the audience, but Yanwen could see it clearly, he was going to retreat with this saber!

With a turn of the blade, it went straight to the left rib!Qiu Dao changed sharply, behind his backhand, he blocked it with his ribs!

Yanwen's eyebrows were full of anger, and his strength became more and more ruthless: "Qiu Dao! Why did you withdraw the saber and let me!"

"Keng!"

$72!

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience!

"Seven, $71!"

"Could it be possible to win or lose this year?"

Yu Jinzhi's eyes were fixed on the blue shadow on the stage, he swung his knife and turned around, so handsome!

On the stage, Qiu Dao pursed his lips, defended himself, and said very lightly: "You and I, the draw is pretty good."

His voice was extremely soft, but Yanwen still heard it. He frowned and thought about the meaning of his words. After three strokes, his face suddenly became ecstatic: "You, you understand..."

Qiu Dao didn't answer, but closed his eyes, raised the hilt, and the sword collided!

draw!

91 knives!

There was thin sweat on Qiu Dao's forehead, and his cheeks were slightly drunk.Yanwen put away the knife, walked quickly to his side, and took his hand very carefully and tentatively.

He touched a thick layer of calluses, but Yanwen felt the warmth in it and the slight trembling of his fingertips.He slowly clenched it, looked at Qiudao, smiled vigorously, and his wish came true!

Yu Jinzhi was dazzled by his smile, couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart, took off his veil, and ran to the stage, "Yanwen! Would you like to be my son-in-law?"

Consort?Could she be. . .

Yu Jinzhi held up the gold medal and said softly, "I am Princess Yongding of Great Zhou!"

Princess!

Under the sunlight, the gold medal bestowed by the imperial court is dazzling, and the gold medal in the hand cannot be faked. Although there are few exchanges between the imperial court and the rivers and lakes, there are differences between officials and people after all.Everyone at the scene saluted one after another, only Yan Wen and Qiu Dao stood on the stage with astonishment on their faces.

Yu Jinzhi looked up at him, her delicate face pink: "Yanwen, would you like to be my consort?"

Qiu Dao's palms were dripping with sweat, and Yan Wen almost blurted out: "No—"

"It's a lucky dog ​​to be favored by the princess! Hahahaha!" Father Yan hurriedly interrupted Yanwen, and stepped forward with a smile.

Being the father of Yanwen, Yu Jinzhi also said in a more polite tone: "This is the hero Yanwen."

"Exactly! The sun is shining outside, which may hurt the princess's body, so the princess please sit in the shed."

Yu Jinzhi shyly glanced back at Yanwen, then followed Yanfu's guidance to the shed.

Yanwen said anxiously: "Father! I—"

Father Yan quietly turned his head and gave him a hard look.Yanwen's face turned pale in an instant, and he subconsciously looked at Qiudao beside him.

Qiu Dao slowly pulled out his hand, but Yan Wen was unable to hold it tightly.He withdrew his hand, holding the knife, and took a step back.

"So, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to fight again in the future."

Yanwen's face became paler, and he begged tremblingly, "Don't, don't..."

Qiu Dao lowered his eyes, turned around, and said in a hoarse voice, "You and I, just leave here."

Yanwen's hand hangs down decadently, ten years, it took him ten years to make him take this step, but these ten years of hard work, in just a moment, turned into ashes.

Yanwen knelt in the ancestral hall, and beside him stood father Yan, who held the family law and looked angry.

"Niezi! Say it again! Say it again to the ancestors of my Yan family!"

He straightened his back, with whip marks on his back, and said stubbornly: "I, Yanwen, will never marry a wife in this life!"

Father Yan trembled angrily, and lashed his whip violently, Yanwen let out a muffled grunt, and blood rolled from the corners of his lips.

"Don't marry! If you don't marry, you have to marry me!" Father Yan shouted angrily: "Princess Yongding has asked the emperor for a decree! The decree of marriage will come soon! This is the opportunity for my Yan family to rejuvenate in the past century!"

"Father!" Yan Wen said hoarsely: "If you want to rejuvenate, you want the Yan family to enter the officialdom, don't you have to marry the princess! My child is willing to participate in the martial arts test! My child——"

"Snapped!"

Yanwen fell on the cold ground, and looked at the anxious mother and younger siblings outside the door with distracted eyes.

"I have already agreed! If you don't marry, you will be against the order! Do you want my entire Yan family to die for you! Do you want your mother and your younger sister to act as official prostitutes!"

The three-foot man finally burst into tears.

The guard of honor outside the city is like a dragon, Princess Yongding is sitting in the Chinese chariot, Yanwen is the first horse, at the head of the row, Father Yan is giving careful instructions.

"Being a father will only enter Beijing in October to be conferred, so be careful in everything you do in Beijing." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Hua Che, "Princess is arrogant, please obey her more, and don't contradict the princess!"

Yan Wen numbly nodded.

Father Yan sighed.

The queue set off, the horseshoes vibrated, and the bells of the carriages jingled.Yanwen couldn't help looking back, the city gate was crowded with people, all of them were watching the princess' consort's ceremony.

I don't know if there is him.

"My son-in-law, the schedule is tight, let's hurry up!"

"it is good."

The gray shadow in the crowd watched the guard of honor gradually drifting away, and gave a wry smile.

You remember when Huashan and Xiaoqiongfeng met for the first time, the knife intent slid across the sky, he smiled and said: "Good knife! How about you and me tomorrow?"

How about you and me.

In September, under the imperial decree.

Xiping Ningbo Yanfu Yanwen, both civil and military, extraordinary charm, won my heart, now recruited as Yongding's consort, married on September [-], Ningbo Yanfu Yanxiong was conferred the second rank of Xipinghou, hereditary title.

On the eve of the wedding, the already thin Yanwen knelt in front of the golden hall, kowtowing to ask for an order.

"This is the wish of my life, and it may be difficult to achieve it in the future. I hope Your Majesty will grant it!"

The emperor glanced at Princess Yongding, she bit her lip, obviously very reluctant, but Yanwen's back was too stubborn, she finally nodded.

"I'm ready."

He rushed thousands of miles away, and stood in front of him in that blue shirt.

Qiu Dao was still dressed in gray, holding the ancient sword in his arms.

The old man is still the same, but I am no longer.

Yanwen smiled: "Qiu Dao, after this fight, I'm afraid we won't be able to compete again. So don't make a draw, okay?"

Qiu Dao was silent for a long time, then unsheathed.

"Slow down," he said, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "How about we follow the rules of the world and sign a life-and-death certificate for the last match?"

Qiu Dao suddenly raised his head and bumped into his calm eyes.

Calm, calm, apart from calm, there is only him.

He has already decided.

The autumn knife cut through the fingertips and left blood marks.

The knife is out of its sheath, but the blade remains the same.

First cut!One attack and one defense!

Change hands, fly, catch the knife, the second knife!

Over the waist, reverse, drink lightly, the third cut!

Ten games in ten years, swords against each other, memorized by heart.

No. 70 knife! No.70 one knife!

"Tick-tick--"

Yan Wen looked at him and smiled lightly: "So, it's only this move."

He closed his eyes, "What's this trick called?"

He slid into his arms, leaning against his chest, Qiu Dao let go of the knife, tightened his arms, and whispered in his ear: "The geese return to autumn."

Qiudao carried Yanwen down the mountain and walked to the anxiously waiting crowd, the life and death shape in his arms fell to the ground.

He said: "I lost."

Many years later, someone asked: "You and Yanwen have been in a confrontation for ten years, how did you lose that match?"

His eyes were disabled, and he held two knives in his arms, "Just for me, take a step back."

"Since you lost, how did Yanwen die?"

"Just because I took a step back."

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