Death Princess

Leng Tong didn't know if the place where she was imprisoned was remote, or if Liu Lu was taking her around on purpose, all she knew was that the two of them had a good afternoon spent bouncing on their asses .

Logically speaking, since the poison is no longer a problem, and she has escaped from the shackles of that strange place, and now there is still a good horse for transportation, Leng Tong should leave alone while he is unprepared.But for some reason, by some strange coincidence, not only did she not leave, she even ran around on horseback in coordination with Liu Lu.

Maybe it's because of those meticulous care these days, or maybe it's because Liu Lu changed Leng Tong into a sword sect disciple uniform, a half-covering mask, and a long sword just before departure, the other party's This undefended, honest and generous way of doing things deeply touched something in Leng Tong's heart.

It's been a long, long time since Leng Tong has never let his guard down like this.Facing such a defenseless person, facing this long-lost concern, Leng Tong's heart softened.Even though she understands that heart is not what an assassin should have, she still doesn't want to do anything wrong to her, and she doesn't want her to go back to Jianzong to be punished because of her escape.

Forget it, feel free to indulge once, no matter what her purpose is, no matter whether she has other plans for doing all this, just follow her like this.

At least, for now, with her.

Before he knew it, the horse had already carried the two people with their own thoughts out of the mountain path.

Zhao Lu still rode ahead and led the way without saying a word, her eyes half-closed, as if she could fall into a doze at any time.However, Leng Tong's expression darkened little by little since he rode his horse across the river just now.

The sloping mountain peak, the flowing river, and the looming thatched cottage in the distance all touched the depths of Leng Tong's heart.Here, she knew it, she was familiar with it, she couldn't be more familiar with it.

I vaguely remember that in the past, A Niang was sitting by this small river, while mending the clothes that had just dried, while babbling the words that never tire of saying: "Tong'er, you are a princess." On the side, while pulling the white hair mixed with A Niang's black hair, he giggled silly.

And back then, all the good things also ended by this small river.On a sunny afternoon, the blood of nearly [-] people in the village stained the flowing river red.

"Drive!" Leng Tong suddenly whipped his horse and ran without saying a word.

She can't care so much anymore, she is going to have a look, to see this hometown that she has never returned to since she left, and to see that this made her lose her mother, wife, playmate, and even free place.

. . .

Zhao Lu knew where this was, and also knew what Leng Tong was going to do, because she deliberately brought her here by detour.The village, which was no longer populated by people, was right in front of her eyes, and the thing Zhao Lu wanted to find might be inside, but she didn't go in, but tied her horse aside and sat by the river alone.

Gentleman, do something, not do something.Even if the purpose itself is good, Zhao Lu is unwilling to disturb the rest of the dead, let alone intrude into the space that should belong to the survivor alone.

She had checked Leng Tong's story a long time ago, when she guessed her identity, even three years ago.

Ten years ago, when the Qi State was officially included in the territory of Da'an, the remnants of the Yi Sect relied on the spiritual powers they forcibly seized to run rampant everywhere, burning, killing, and looting, making the people's lives miserable.The crown prince, He Yuxi, ordered to suppress the bandits, but instead aroused the remnants of the Yi sect to fight desperately.The prince chased and suppressed all the way, and the remnants fled all the way. Wherever he went, the flames were raging and the lives were devastated.

As the real master of spiritual power, the spirit clan to which Chaolu belonged naturally took action to quell the chaos, but due to the mutual involvement of various forces, the spirit clan not only failed to save many innocent people in the end, but fell to the point where they could not save themselves.The existence of the Spirit Race has been known to the world since then, and they have been slandered as followers of the Yi religion since then, and they have been classified as the evil race that everyone can get and punish.

And Leng Tong's A Niang belonged to the people of the Spirit Clan who were a step too late to save, and Leng Tong's village was also slaughtered at that time.Under A Niang's desperate protection, Leng Tong, who was able to escape down the river to his death, lived a life of nomads that were not as good as livestock, until he was taken captive into the dark pavilion of the Shadow Gate.

But does a killer have to live better than a beggar?No.

Leng Tong, do you know that you are originally a princess of a country?

Zhao Lu sighed deeply.

"Why are you sighing?" Leng Tong walked back at some point, holding a wooden box in her hand, and sat beside Zhao Lu.Her face, which had already taken off the mask, looked very calm, her eyes were neither red nor tear-stained, and she did not look like a person who returned to the old place after ten years should have.

"Sighing is just sighing, so there must be a reason?" Zhao Lu didn't turn her head to look at her, but seriously played with a piece of grass in her hand.

"Then...why didn't you follow?" Although there was no expression on the face, there was still a little pain in Leng Tong's voice, "Aren't you afraid that I will never return?"

"If you want to run, you already ran away." Zhao Lu was still playing with the grass, "I can't stop you from left to right. Besides, when you came here just now, your expression suddenly changed and you drove your horse fast, it must be because this place means a lot to you Extraordinary. If I remember correctly, this is one of the villages that were murdered during the Yijiao Rebellion ten years ago, right? I heard that most of the assassins in the Dark Pavilion were orphans without relatives, so..." I glanced at Leng Tong , "I made a random guess."

"Then now, is your guess right?" Leng Tong asked intentionally.

Zhao Lu heard the words, and then looked at Leng Tong: Although she didn't have the slightest look of grief on her face, but her complexion was a little paler, and her fingers holding the wooden box were a little too hard, so hard that her fingers The tip has lost all color.

"Perhaps... right." Zhao Lu replied.

"Oh," Leng Tong chuckled, and opened the button on the top of the box, "You are really a smart idiot. I am a killer, an assassin, I am a knife and a sword, the sword is ruthless, and the sword should not have a weakness. And now , you have exposed my weakness, so you are not afraid that I will kill you?"

"Weakness? When did I reveal your weakness? Here," Zhao Lu frowned, "is there anything left that can be your weakness? Besides, if you want to kill me, you would have killed me long ago. You are dignified The dark pavilion is asking for life, if you want to kill me, a little sword sect ant, I can't escape anywhere."

Leng Tong glared at Zhao Lu, and opened the wooden box instead of answering.

Zhao Lu withdrew her gaze and continued to play with grass.

Hairpins, wooden combs, bronze mirrors, handkerchiefs, clothes...the boxes are full of tattered old things, many of which are still stained with black and brown blood marks, and there are grooves where the swords intersected.

"It's been ten years, and I put all the leftovers into this box, but this is all that's left." Touching these things, Leng Tong's fingers finally trembled.

"Hey—" Zhao Lu sighed and stood up.

"What are you going to do?" Leng Tong asked

"What are you doing?" Chao Lu waved the sword he took off from the horse, "What else can I do, go chop wood and make a fire for you."

"Fire?" Leng Tong's eyes narrowed, and a ray of cold light unabashedly shot at Zhao Lu, "Why?"

"Burn these things for you." Pointing to the box with the scabbard, "You brought them in a box, isn't it to burn them for your relatives in heaven?"

"Burn it? Take my mother's belongings?" Leng Tong's eyes became more dangerous.

"Don't, don't, don't look at me with those eyes, you'll die," Zhao Lu exaggeratedly covered her eyes, "There are nine times out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, and there are even catastrophes in this unsatisfactory. Experience disasters There are generally three kinds of people who escaped from death, forward, backward, or stay in place."

Zhao Lu's expression became serious, "You and I are the same kind of people, so I know that you are the one who moves forward, and the relics of the deceased are often left to the other two types of people. The things that can keep the deceased They are not objects, but the hearts of those who survived. The things in this box belong to them. Since you, the survivor, are going to move forward, why bother to occupy these things and harm them who are far away in the sky What about nothing?"

Leng Tong waited desperately for Zhao Lu, without saying a word for a long time.

The sky is getting darker.

"Since you understand, then go and chop firewood," Leng Tong said, and for some reason, the tone in her tone was less heavy than before, "Although I don't know where you are going to take me, but finish the fire quickly, we Maybe we can reach the city before dark and find an inn to rest."

"Okay!" As promised, Chao Lu disappeared in a flash.

Those who look forward...

This clever idiot thought she would pour out a basket of comforting words, but in the end, she let herself burn the things.

Looking at Zhao Lu's back that was drifting away, Leng Tong smiled, this time, she smiled deeply and gently.

A Niang, Leng Tong lightly stroked the grain of the wooden comb, and said to herself: Tong Er met an interesting person.

At this moment, Leng Tong saw the brown object that fell on the lawn where Chao Lu had just sat down.

This is……

Leng Tong picked it up carefully, and saw that it was a square token with three characters written on it: "Passing Order".

Could it be that this is the pass order of the legendary martial arts conference?

As a person in the world, Leng Tong knows exactly what this token means.

The martial arts conference has never been a simple competition in the arena, but a gathering of forces from various schools and factions to jointly seek a grand event in the future of the martial arts.At the same time, it is a unique opportunity for young talents who are new to the rivers and lakes.Because in the past, there has been an unwritten rule in the martial arts conference. The seniors of all sects and sects will choose the one they like as their disciples among the top [-] people who entered the conference, regardless of their origin, regardless of their ranking. Whether there is a faction or not first, as long as the two parties agree, other people, including the old teacher, have no right to intervene.

It is also because of this that the supply of qualifications for the conference is often in short supply, so there is this method of passing orders.Each sect has a fixed number of passing orders every year for them to select outstanding disciples to show off in the conference, firstly to show the strength of the sect, and secondly to exercise the contestants themselves.But the low-level disciples of various sects and those who have no sects and no sects in the world, do not have this unique advantage.They need to find a pass that has been scattered in the rivers and lakes within one month of the start of the conference in order to be eligible to participate.

Since the pass order is valuable, there must be people in the world who specialize in hoarding tokens and reselling them.Therefore, Yingmen has an additional business during this time of year: grabbing orders on behalf of others.In the early years, Leng Tong also did a lot of things like grabbing orders on behalf of others.But this was the first time that a passing order fell before her eyes so easily.

Did Liu Lu leave this token on purpose?What does she mean?Do you want to hint to yourself, let yourself use this token to participate in the conference, so as to escape from the control of the secret cabinet and regain freedom?

Freedom, isn't this what I have always wanted?As long as you are free, you can find out what happened in the village when the whole village was massacred, avenge Aniang and everyone with your own hands... After that, you can live a life without blood on your hands and in a nightmare, how good it is?

But... Leng Tong thought of the Ou Shi brothers who were still alive and dead, no, she couldn't do this.

With a wry smile, Leng Tong handed the token back to Chao Lu who was walking towards her with a bundle of firewood on her back.

"You..." Catching the token, Zhao Lu was stunned, "You don't have to..."

"Good intentions, I appreciate it." Leng Tong pushed the token into Chao Lu's hand, "But a person like me who has blood on his hands already has no way of turning back. It's ridiculous to say, A Niang used to He often comforted me, saying that I am a princess, now look at me, I am afraid that I am similar to Her Royal Highness in that I am also a woman."

There is no turning back, Ben is a princess.

Hearing these words, Zhao Lu's heart sank.

Leng Tong, Leng Tong, you have made such a conclusion now, what should you do when you know your identity?

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