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This was the first time she witnessed a murder with her own eyes, and it was also the first time she saw her godmother murder, so cold, ruthless, and neat.The breeze was blowing, and there was a bloody smell in the air. The blood sprayed from the shadows of swords and swords, and the setting sun complemented each other. This scene made her feel a little dizzy.

There were already more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, at this time another wave rushed in from outside the door, trampling on the corpses of their own people like desperately, looking extremely crazy!

"Be careful!" Hearing the second senior sister exclaim in a trance, a shadow came down, and at first glance it looked like a bloody killer pounced on him, Feng Wuyang instinctively dodged to the side and dodged.

The killer jumped into the air, his seriously injured body staggered, and fell inside, facing the direction of the hiding woman.

Oops!Feng Wuyang was startled.

Xuan Lanqing repelled the killer who wanted to get close, and she saw that Feng Wuyang was fine out of the corner of her eye, she was relieved, she did not expect that the killer who was stabbed in the heart by a sword would not die.

The killer had a ferocious face, and he yelled, his breath was unsteady and his voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of the Japanese warrior and the killer.They wanted to rush up, but they couldn't pass the level of the two women.

The killer struggled to get up, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, with a fierce look in his eyes, and approached the injured woman step by step.The woman just stared at him coldly, expressionless, like an ice sculpture.

"Yeah~" With a low cry, the blade swung down and chopped down with all its strength.

"Boom!" The moment the sword fell, the woman had an extra dagger in her hand to block the fatal blow.One held a long sword to press down, and the other held a short knife to block up. The two people who were also seriously injured started a life-and-death contest. The killer almost pressed his body on the woman, and repeated a sentence with his teeth gritted.

The woman held the handle of the knife in one hand and the blade in the other, bleeding profusely and was pinned to the ground.The blade pressed closer and closer, and it was about to wipe the slender neck—the blood from the "hiss" spattered the woman's face.

The killer stared, looked at the tip of the sword pierced through his chest in disbelief, and drew it out again, before he could utter a cry, he died of exasperation.

Feng Wuyang's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, her eyes were dull, and her rapid breathing betrayed the emotions she wanted to hide. This was the first time she had killed someone!Seeing that the woman was about to be killed, she had only two choices, one was to watch her die, and the other was to kill him.When she thrust out the sword, she seemed to hear the sound of the sword point piercing through the body, and the blood flowed along the lines of the sword.

"Wuyang!" Feng Sanniang came to her side, and she knew what had happened when she saw the sword in her hand. She always wanted to take this step, but she didn't expect it to be so fast!

Feng Wuyang came back to his senses, his bewildered and bewildered eyes made people feel pity. "I..." wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.How should I say it?Although she killed someone, although she was afraid, she didn't feel any guilt in her heart, because she could only do this!

"You did a great job!" Feng Sanniang reached out and patted her head.In the rivers and lakes, either you die or I die, and kindness is not something everyone should have!

Xuan Lanqing wiped out the last killer, and found that the oriental samurai had disappeared, and said: "Master, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's get out of here quickly!"

Feng Sanniang nodded. Although she didn't recognize this group of killers, judging from the totems on their swords, it was no different from the killers of the Shadow Gate.

"Save her." With firm eyes shining, Feng Wuyang spat out two words, which were not requests, but a decision.

Xuan Lanqing glanced at the woman, and said: "The shadow faction sent so many killers to chase her down, this person must be not simple, and she was seriously injured, I'm afraid in this barren mountain~!" Judging by her attire, It must be the same as the shadow, and this kind of people are not the same as ordinary people.

The woman lost a lot of blood, and her spirit gradually fell into a trance, but she still held on tenaciously, the dagger in her hand did not move halfway, even if they saved her life just now, the line of defense in her heart still did not let go.

Feng Sanniang said: "This woman has a will to survive that is different from ordinary people, I hope she can survive!" After speaking, she stepped forward and tapped the woman's Lingxu acupoint, which made her fall into a coma, and helped her bandage the wound to stop it. Blood.

From three people all the way to four people, Xuan Lanqing supported the injured woman, and when she went out, she found the refugees who had died tragically outside the door, and their horses were gone. At this time, the sun had set, and the dark shadows were gradually Covering the entire mountain forest, they walked a small path, and with the lush grass and trees on the mountain, it was very secretive.During this period, Feng Sanniang left the team for a while, and when she came back, her sword was stained with blood. It seemed that she was going to deal with the shadow sent by the shadow.

Fortunately, they found a place to stay in the valley. It was a cave, narrow on the outside and wide on the inside, which could still shelter them from the wind and rain.Xuan Lanqing built a fire and saw the appearance of the cave clearly by the light of the fire. The ground was covered with strips of bark, and the walls were smooth without any unevenness. Several poems were engraved on the walls, which read, "Look at the bird in the cage, and touch the four corners with the hook. Fall down A poor alleyman, holding a shadow and guarding an empty hut", presumably a depressed scholar passed by here, but it is a long time ago!

Feng Sanniang felt the woman's pulse, took out a small blue porcelain bottle from her bag, poured out two khaki-colored pills, stuffed them into the woman's mouth, and asked her to swallow them with water.

"Master, how is she?" Xuan Lanqing asked from the side.

Feng Sanniang looked solemn, her eyes darkened, and said: "If she can survive tonight, she will be fine." There were many wounds on her body, and the fatal one was a palm on her chest, which hurt the muscles and bones of the inner palace and split her body. airway.For martial arts practitioners, getting out of breath is like being choked by the neck, the breath can't come in and out, life or death depends on her fate!

Feng Sanniang got up and saw Feng Wuyang sitting on the side, silent, with blank eyes, went to sit next to her and sat down, and said, "Ganniang will tell you a story, do you want to hear it?" Feng Wuyang replied Overwhelmed, he fixedly looked at Feng Sanniang, and nodded.

Feng Sanniang smiled slightly and said: "In the past, there was a little girl who was born in a martial arts family, and she lived a life of dancing with knives and guns since she was a child. One day, the little girl went out alone and lost her way in the forest. , Later, I met a bad guy. The bad guy wanted to hurt the little girl. The little girl killed the bad guy to protect herself. This was the first time she killed someone. That year, the little girl was only 12 years old!"

Feng Wuyang was surprisingly calm, listened carefully, and asked: "How did the little girl feel at that time?" After the murder.

Feng Sanniang said: "Fear, self-blame, nausea, nightmares for several nights in a row!"

"That little girl is Aunt Feng, isn't she?" Feng Wuyang said again: "Grandma Huang once said that the only way to stop the war is to join the war. I never understood this sentence, but now I seem to understand."

Feng Sanniang put her arms around her shoulders and let her head rest on his shoulders.

The cold wind was bitter, and the tiredness hit. It was like a dream, a very long dream.There is a feeling of deja vu in the dream, as if going back to the past. It was a night long, long ago, two figures, one big and one small, cuddled together under the starry sky, looked up at the stars in the sky, and comforted the pain deep in my heart .That year, she was five years old.

When she was eight years old, one day she sneaked out of the bedroom and came to the plum garden.This place has been closed all year round, and it is a deserted garden. Whenever she misses her mother, she will come here.Plum blossoms are her mother's favorite flower, and the plum garden is also a manor given to her by her father. The plum trees here are all cultivated by her mother.These were all she heard from Aunt Su. After all, she was only five years old when her mother died, and her memory of her mother gradually became blurred.

When she came to the plum tree, she saw a woman looking at a plum tree in a daze.It was autumn, the plum blossoms were not yet in full bloom, and there were only bare branches. What was she looking at?

"Who are you? What are you doing?" The woman was obviously taken aback when she heard the immature voice, and turned around.

It was a woman with a graceful figure, as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and as cold as ice, looking proudly at Xiao Wuyang with ice-like eyes.

She had never seen this beautiful woman, and if she had, she would definitely remember it.

"Who do you think I am?" the woman asked back.

Xiao Wuyang took a few steps forward and looked her up and down. The women in the backyard of the palace are either the emperor's concubine or the maids and nuns, and by the way, there are also female officials. Judging by her temperament and gorgeous attire, besides being famous A concubine, who else can there be.Said: "You must be a concubine in the palace."

Seeing her appearance as a young adult, the woman pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Then I'll guess you too, um... so smart, you must be Little Princess Hanyue."

Xiao Wuyang rolled her eyes, "You haven't answered what Ben Gong said."

The woman narrowed her peach blossom eyes and sighed: "You look a lot like her, but you have a different temperament, so that's fine!"

Later she found out that the woman was Concubine Ji. She ate fast and recited Buddha in the national temple all the year round, praying for the fortune of the country and praying for His Majesty, so she seldom went back to the palace.

When she saw Concubine Ji again, it was by the Yihe Lake.That day Concubine Ji looked at her with treacherous and cold eyes, she didn't take it seriously until the maids around her were pushed away one by one, and she was suddenly pushed into the lake, splashing and slapping the lake water, shouting for help but no one dared to go into the water to save her She didn't dare to reach out to save her because the people on the shore of the lake were all Concubine Ji's people. The cold lake water penetrated her whole body, the pain stinging her pupils, and the sound of the lake water rolling around her ears... When she was about to sink to the bottom of the lake, she was caught. Holding it with both hands, she pulled it out of the lake, and before she passed out, she heard a gentle voice say "Don't be afraid!".

Afterwards, all the attendants and servants of that day were punished, ranging from being rode to death on the spot, to being disabled, and no one could explain the cause of the incident clearly. It was only said that the little princess slipped and fell into the lake. The only reward was Hua Guyue, the next head of the Temple of Priests, because she saved the little princess.

Hua Guyue said a word to her: "The best protection in the world comes from your own strength!"

Leaving the palace at the age of 12 and reuniting with her relatives was the happiest time in her life.In the cool morning, dancing with a sword; in the sunny afternoon, lying lazily resting under the tree; in the evening, galloping horses, chasing each other's shadows; in a dark and windy night , someone accompanied her to comfort her to sleep soundly...

Ziling, we'll see each other again, won't we?

Every time she leaves, it seems to be the traction of fate. I don't know where it will lead her, and what is waiting for her in the distance?