[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Since Kuimen is the natural gate of the river, it is very convenient to go anywhere, especially the Bailongkou Wolongpo, which is the way to go, it is much more convenient to take the way from the river.It's just that in the depths of Wuliang Mountain, Nanzhao, next to Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, the journey is long, so the march is time-consuming and laborious. Cao Yu's fine cavalry, who is known as thousands of miles per day and eight hundred nights, may have to walk for seven or eight days.

Mu Chenfeng set off on the same day, specially selected the elite peers who are good at the martial art of lightness, or took a boat to go back to the water, or took a shortcut with lightness, and stepped into the boundless mountains before all the autumn leaves fell.

The climate in the southwestern hinterland is humid, and in the late autumn and early winter in the Central Plains, Wuliang Mountain is still green.Mu Chenfeng traveled all the way, and felt bad if he didn't see the messenger coming and going at the post station checkpoint. After passing the Wolf Weeping Cliff in Wuliang Mountain, he didn't stop for a moment, and led the people straight to the ferry terminal without stopping.

The boatman was tall and thick, wrapped in a turban, and sat leisurely on the wooden pole of the mooring boat, smoking a hookah. Seeing their arrival, he seemed to have known about their arrival.

The colleague Hao Qi looked at each other, and after asking a few nos, the Tibetan swordsmen in the villa immediately discussed buying it with money. After all, light work requires physical strength, and it is good to have a smooth sailing boat.

A group of people huddled at the pier waiting to cross, but Mu Chenfeng heard the name "Huashan" from the conversation, and knew that this place was already the entrance to the territory of the Jiuli people. When he looked up, he saw soft and white clouds floating low Halfway up the mountain, covering the bright sun, also conceals the true face of the mountain of flowers.

Over the past few days, doubts about Wanhua have arisen from the bottom of his heart from time to time, lingering in his mind, and Mu Chenfeng almost wanted to find out first, but the purpose of this trip was to save Cao Yu, so he held back his gaze repeatedly. Move away from the cloud where nothing can be seen clearly.

The wharf was still arguing endlessly. Seeing that they insisted on boarding the boat, the boatman simply used his cigarette stick to push away the arrogance blocking the way, and walked a few steps before submerging in the long and tall grass.

When everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, there was a movement of the water on the river, and the sound of the bamboo raft was heard like ringing rings, and the sound of the flute seemed to break through the clouds. Clearly, the shining Zichen sword has been held firmly in his hand.

Zichen Jianmang was always outstanding, after the visitor stopped Dong Xiao, he sighed softly: "You are still here."

The clear voice that belonged to Jiang Yuhan was clearly bone-chilling at this time, before Mu Chenfeng could move, the elite behind him had already drawn out their weapons.

Wan Hua changed from her usual casual attire. The outer shirt she wore was exquisite in color and made of high-quality materials. The inner silk dress revealed the blood-red cinnabar-colored hem and hem. With long side hair combed, he stood on the bamboo raft with his hands behind his back, like a fiery red maple leaf following the waves, making the foggy gray river surface suddenly gorgeous.

This attire betrayed his status as the villain, and let people know that his status is not low at the first time. It seems that in the crowd, only Mu Daochang, whose long-sleeved skirt is shining with stars and has jade on his waist and forehead, can be on the same level as him. .Therefore, when the bamboo raft approached, those who recognized him were instinctively a little apprehensive.

The person seemed to have the same face, the bright red earrings were still hanging on the right shoulder, but this person's brows were thinner, coupled with the coolness in the eyes and the smile drawn by the thin lips, it looked even more beautiful. mean and ruthless.

"Who are you?" Mu Chenfeng asked the first time his bamboo raft touched the shore, and separated the water and land with a long sword.

Not long ago, this person came on a bamboo raft to save Wolong, but this time he was obviously an enemy rather than a friend. The attendant from the rapids dock couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately swung his sword out: "Mu Daochang, don't talk nonsense with him!"

Mu Chenfeng couldn't stop him, and the sharp blade with a light yellow hilt beside him was already stabbing towards Jiang Yuhan.

No one saw how that Wanhua made the move, and in a blink of an eye, the attendant's imposing ultimate move had already deviated from the direction of his body, and Wanhua, who was attached to the red and black shirt, was thrown into the water behind, splashing There are more than ten feet of water.

"Who am I, does it matter? Since I am here, it has nothing to do with the core battle situation. Since someone disturbs me, I have to fight with all my strength. Daoist Mu's coming is boundless, whether it is related to the next showdown, or to preserve strength Go save Cao Yu?" Jiang Yuhan's face remained unchanged, his posture remained unchanged, he didn't even glance at the commotion on the shore, and he answered Mu Chenfeng leisurely, as if what he had just done was nothing more than sweeping away the dust.

Mu Chenfeng couldn't help being frightened when he shot ghostly and ruthlessly, killing people without blinking an eye. He caught a glimpse of the blood-red river water, and saw Jiang Yuhan felt a little sorrow from the bottom of his heart—he had become the mortal enemy he wanted to face with sword in an instant. In full view, there is no room for maneuver.

"Mu Daoist, this person must be careful."

"Mu Daochang, shall we fight or not?"

It's really not worthwhile to fight a meaningless person after a long journey, and that person seems to be very difficult to mess with.Everyone wanted to encircle them, but they hesitated when they heard Jiang Yuhan's question.

"Don't worry about it, go to Lancang City quickly, this person will be killed after the war is over." Mu Chenfeng's eyes moved, and the words he said were determined.

Now that the team leader had spoken, the elites retreated towards Wanhua, walking along the coast in twos and threes, but Jiang Yuhan moved at this moment, turning around and locking up a few slow-legged ones, the weapons in his hands flashed, and he just walked a few steps So Shang Yang's fingers fell on several people.

Mu Chenfeng drew his sword almost at the same time. As soon as the aura fell, he first trapped the person's footsteps. The tip of the sword moved after his figure, but stopped again and again in front of his own person. When he finally touched the tip of Wanhua's nose, the opponent's hand overflowed with light Cai's pen tube has been placed in the hands of a woman with five poisons.

"Don't move, I won't kill her." Jiang Yuhan still had that startling sneer, and threatened, "Mu Daochang can just take a step and speak."

"Jiang Yuhan!" Mu Chenfeng called out to him sharply, seeing the pen that was as brilliant as the Zichen sword, he did not act rashly after all.

"Mu Taoist...kill him..." Sister Du gritted her teeth and suddenly struggled.

Jiang Yuhan quickly fixed her body, and his wrist sank to draw a bloodstain on the woman's slender and tender neck. Standing in the surrounding circle as if in no one's land, he said again: "I will keep my word." .”

The Jiang Yuhan in front of him was no longer someone who could stop him or persuade him. He was cruel, cold-blooded and cunning, and he would take advantage of opportunities to retreat. It seemed that everything was more terrifying than the ghost-handed Demon Lord Cao Yu was talking about.And he can calculate, calculated the order of his moves and the speed of his steps, so that he can accurately block the sword, even if the companion in front of him dies, he probably has enough means to threaten the next person with his head.

It's not impossible to fight, but Cao Yu has to save and can't damage the personnel.

Under Wan Hua's gaze, the point of Zi Chen's sword was slowly tapped, Mu Chenfeng slightly turned his face away to avoid his gaze, and said unwillingly, "What exactly do you want?"

Daoist Priest's usually indifferent tone finally became angry, and Wan Hua seemed to have his wish, so she whistled with a smile.

The whistle sounded high, and the horseshoes sounded in the distance. Not long after, a black horse with patterns like skulls and an empty saddle came across the grass. It looked like a famous horse.

"Please, Daoist." Jiang Yuhan carried Sister Du to make way.

Mu Chenfeng didn't want to be delayed by him any longer, so he stepped on his cloud boots and sat firmly on the horse's back, turned the bridle and waited for his next request.

Jiang Yuhan glanced at his raised white chin and the raised pendant of his hair, he was stunned for a moment, then touched his tight lips that were trying to calm down, and said softly: "Let go of the rein, it will take you away."

"I'll come back as soon as I go, don't need to follow." Mu Chenfeng ordered, and as he said, he let go of his hands, and the black knight turned his head and began to trot.

Wan Hua looked at his straight back from a distance, counted the sound of hoofbeats a hundred times, then pushed the hostage in his hand towards the weapon in front of him, and then quickly retreated from the crowd when the surrounding people withdrew their strength to avoid Sister Du, Mo Pao waved his body and turned around, and then he swept away a few feet by stepping on the cloud, and after tapping his feet again, he chased after him with a light effort like stepping on splashed ink.

Even if Mu Chenfeng heard the sound, he didn't want to turn back. Ren Ma carried him all the way through the semi-withered grass, and finally found Jiang Yuhan who had landed lightly before the banners in the hinterland of the Jiuli tribe. Flowers, as well as fine wine presented by the Jiuli people.

This place is still far away from Lancang City, and the clansmen sing and dance as if they don’t know the sufferings of the world. Their young or wrinkled faces are all startled and laughing when they see the strange and cold Taoist priest. Whispering the local language and sneaking a glance.

"They say you're an immortal." The mountain was green and the people were enthusiastic. Wan Hua took a look at the three-foot long sword he was holding in his hand all the time, and put away his pen first: "Mu Daochang probably won't do it here." Then he took the woman's wine bowl and handed it to him.

"If you have something to say, you might as well speak up as soon as possible." Mu Chenfeng slowly withdrew his sword, neither accepting the bowl nor buying it.

"Ask?" Jiang Yuhan raised his eyebrows, drank half of the wine in his sharp eyes, poured the other half on the ground, threw the wine bowl, picked up the rein and wrapped it around his palm a few times, attracting attention. The black horse with scary patterns but obedient ones walked towards the side of the mountain.

The fog on the side of the mountain is thicker, and there is no sacrifice dance similar to that of the Jiuli people. The noise gradually fades away and the echo deepens, making people almost forget the blood-stained river.

Mu Chenfeng had already experienced his skills, so he stood still for a long time and did not wait for him to speak again. When he led the horse to the forest where the birds were singing, he finally couldn't help but said: "Are you Jiang Yuhan?"

"What does the Taoist think?" Wan Hua paused and asked back.

"Jiang Yuhan speaks the truth, and it won't harm Haoqi." Seeing that he pushed the question back, Mu Chenfeng simply gave an ambiguous answer.

Wan Huabian turned her head, she was smiling but it made people feel creepy: "Indeed."

Mu Chenfeng looked at his solid back, and said, "Did you kill Cao Yu's military doctor?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuhan admitted without turning his head, and there was no explanation for just one word.

"Okay." Mu Chenfeng grabbed the hilt of the sword, bent down and sent the sword directly towards his neck, "Then you are not Jiang Yuhan."

The thin sword body rested on Wanhua's neck, a lock of black hair fell down, and the fine iron knocked on the pendant next to his ear making a crisp sound, but Wanhua didn't stop walking, and she didn't even have the slightest doubt, just with The fingers of the glove pushed the blade.

"Am I Jiang Yuhan? Why is the Daoist so concerned now? Didn't you deny it while you were behind the Palace of Sanqing?"

Wan Hua spoke lightly, but when she looked back she gave him a cold look.

Mu Chenfeng recognized it instantly, this was the gaze Wan Hua cast on him when he saw him for the first time, with hidden murderous intentions but no killing intent - so that was his original appearance.

"Jiang Yuhan" will not lie, "Jiang Yuhan" will not be harmful to Haoqi, he is not him, he can use his name in any way, even if he swears to the sky, he can deny his past.

"You've been lying from the very beginning." Mu Chenfeng finally understood what he was really referring to when he proclaimed himself, his face turned pale immediately, and with a little effort, the white silk wrapped around Wan Hua's fingertips immediately leaked a stream of blood.

"It doesn't matter if I'm Jiang Yuhan or not, the Daoist Priest and I are bound together, don't they have a purpose?"

This time, Wan Hua sneered unabashedly, but it was this sneer that made Mu Chenfeng reluctant to let go—he knew, he knew that he wanted to get married because of his master's fate, he Know he wants to kill him!He has never bothered to do things with bad intentions, but this time alone can trap people to death. If the Wanhua in front of him deceives him, he will be responsible for it!

As if someone had uncovered the wound and poked the sore spot, Mu Chenfeng was filled with embarrassment and hesitation, and the hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily.

Even with an indifferent and haughty tone, Wan Hua led the horse while pacing in a leisurely manner, until the point of his sword, which he was clinging to, trembled slightly, and finally slid away against his shoulder, then sighed softly. "Could it be that I'm not Jiang Yuhan, so the Taoist priest thinks the past is all fake?"

Holding the sword, Mu Chenfeng didn't know whether to stab it or endure it. When he heard his question while struggling, he could only smile bleakly: "Indeed... I should have thought of it a long time ago, but it is really ridiculous to allow you to 'don't ask about cause and effect'!"

"Then why didn't you kill me?!" Wan Hua raised her voice and finally changed her expression. Looking back, she seemed very displeased, and was moved when she saw his slightly miserable self-mockery, and said softly, "If you regret letting me go Leave, it's still too late."

Wan Hua's tone was as gentle as chatting, Mu Chenfeng was in a trance again after hearing it, and finally shook his head after struggling: "Chenfeng has his own responsibility, the crime should not be based on his own responsibility, his surname and his name. Make a statement. If you explain the cause and effect, I will listen. If you deny it, I will never embarrass you. If there is a reason for the incident and you are innocent, I will let you go again. But if it is true that you did it on purpose..."

This time, Wan Hua finally stopped, the rein wrapped in her hand slipped down, her bright eyes met his resolute eyes with undisguised surprise, they looked at each other for a long time without words, and their thin lips finally disappeared With the last trace of a smile, he said clearly:

"I'm not Jiang Yuhan, and I did kill that Wanhua military doctor—because I thought he was upset."

The drooping sword was raised high again with the sound of the wind, Mu Chenfeng jumped off the horse's back, and the moment he landed, he had already emitted sword energy.

Wan Hua seemed to have predicted his actions long ago. Daoist Priest's move fell, and he had easily avoided it. He found the watchtower in the stockade and jumped to the top, and said to him from a distance: "Mu Daochang, I'm not Jiang Yuhan you Are you angry? Could it be that I am Jiang Yuhan, so you let me go?"

His tone was relaxed and tinged with mockery, Mu Chenfeng immediately jumped up, and his white clothes jumped up to the other side of the platform as lightly as a crane, facing him from a distance, pointing his sword flat, and said loudly: "'Jiang Yuhan' is not for fame and fortune. , Not good at cheating, you are neither him, nor is it you that I am grateful for."

Just a few words were heartfelt and decisive, but the cold-faced Daoist seldom confides his heart in order to sever the past, Wan Hua listened to the joke and finally disappeared, and said softly: "The Daoist right now...why is he swinging his sword at me? ?”

"Under the order of the sky, no evil will be born." Mu Chenfeng paused every word, never taking his eyes off it.

"Okay, no more evil!" Wan Hua responded with gritted teeth, took out the pen holder from her waist, looked at his serious and inviolable body with awe, "Then listen up, my name is Jiang Yan. "

As he spoke, he seemed to see his own figure in Mu Chenfeng's clear and shallow eyes, and then he became angry, and said again loudly: "'Jiang Yuhan' is indeed someone, you just mistaken him with his unique earrings. It’s just a confession. It’s a pity that he’s already dead—killed by me! Now that I’m standing here with the spoils of war, does Mu Chenfeng want to avenge him?!”

The author has something to say: in one breath, Brother Hua reported his family name, um, that's it

Sometimes jj draws, small corrections will be refreshed later

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