The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

Zhang Lan squinted at the past, the sword was bright and sharp, reflecting half of her face.

She let out a long sigh, and said disdainfully: "It's so naive, do you think this sword can threaten me?"

As soon as the words were spoken, several cracks suddenly appeared on the long sword, spreading layer by layer like a spider web, and shattered into countless pieces with a few clicks.

The black air that was still prostrate on the ground just now spiraled up and surged in all directions, the tables and chairs were overturned, and Song Qi was strangled by the black air, and the whole person was thrown against the wall.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Song Qi had difficulty breathing, a little out of breath, and asked intermittently, "Who are you?"

"If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname when you sit down."

The black air steamed up, wrapped around Zhang Lan's hands and turned into a long sword.Zhang Lan held the long sword with her backhand, pulled out a sword flower, and said:

"—Zhang Lan."

Song Qi looked slightly stagnant, and murmured: "Zhang Lan? Zhang Heng's daughter?"

After Song Qi said this, the black air strangling her neck dissipated a little, and she stepped back.The black air seemed to be pushed away layer by layer, and faded to show its original appearance—it was actually composed of countless petals stacked.

Zhang Lan stood still in front of Song Qi, wondering, "Do you recognize me?"

Song Qi coughed up a mouthful of blood, she wiped the corner of her mouth with her cuff nonchalantly, and said, "Jiang Yanqiu entered the palace once, just looking for you and Jiang Yucheng."

"What do you mean?"

The black air was completely dissipated, Zhang Lan leaned over and extended her hand to Song Qi.Song Qi held her and stood up with strength.

Song Qi straightened his sleeves and said to Zhang Lan, "You come with me."

She didn't use "zhen" anymore, but replaced it with "I".

"I met General Jiang Yanqiu when I was very young," Song Qi said, "When she was 16 years old, I was only seven years old, and I was still a proud little prince of Song Dynasty."

"She knocked me off the horse with just three moves, and I have never forgotten her since then. So after Xinyue's change, I went to the battlefield to find her."

Song Qi led Zhang Lan to a cabinet, and she took out the key to unlock it.The cabinet door opened slowly, and what was revealed left Zhang Lan stunned.

Song Qi said: "He Chuanbai found her, and I found her red-tasseled gun."

The red-tasseled spear was still sharp, but it was covered with mottled cracks, and the bloodstains had turned into jet black.

"The body of the gun was burned by the flames of war, and the head of the fine iron gun was also broken under the horse's hoof. I found all the fragments, and it took three days and three nights to put the red-tasseled gun back into its original shape."

On the heavy dust, among the bones of a lonely soul that no one restrained, the prince disguised as a man picked up a piece of fine iron and put it in his arms with great care.

But there are countless shattered weapons on Xiao Sha's battlefield, who knows which piece she found?

Song Qi took down the red-tasseled gun, held it in his hand and weighed it, as if feeling nostalgic.But she turned around without hesitation and handed it to the other party: "Take it."

Zhang Lan took the red-tasseled spear from her hand, a little in disbelief: "You really want to give it to me?"

Seeing Song Qi nodding, Zhang Lan wrapped the red-tasseled spear in layers of black cloth.When she spoke again, her tone was a little more respectful: "Song Qi, I owe you a favor. If you need it in the future, you can come to me."

Song Qi waved his hand, with a lonely smile in his voice: "Take it, it's not mine in the first place."

When Zhang Lan walked to the window, she turned her head and saw the empress standing in the mess, looking at her with a smile.

Since ancient times, emperors have been so lonely, and since ancient times, emperors have been lonely.

There is a long night ahead, and bright lights behind.And Song Qi stood where the light and shadow intersected, guarding the mountains and rivers, and protecting Chang'an forever.

"Thank you."

Zhang Lan said, "I hope there will be a time to see you again."

She bowed deeply and disappeared into the darkness.

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The sky broke.

The stele stands on the edge of the cliff, and everywhere you can see are cascading mountains.

An old man sits beside the stele and brushes the fallen leaves in front of the grave with gentle movements, as if holding a treasure in his hands.

"Yanqiu, it's been ten years, how are you over there?"

"I have practiced medicine for decades, and I have treated countless people but failed to save you. Don't worry, both daughters are fine, and I will look for you when they are married."

The wind passed by, and a woman in black stood beside him.The woman stood with her hands behind her back, her clothes trembling slightly in the wind, and she looked at the old man and the stone tablet, silent for a while.

Zhang Lan lowered her eyebrows and said, "Uncle He."

The old man did not look at her, but turned his gaze to the endless mountains stretching for thousands of miles, and said slowly:

"This is the stele of the great general of the previous dynasty. The general served in the army for ten years, but died of an old disease. Emperor Song was merciful and allowed the grave."

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Xia Zhitao had a nightmare, she woke up suddenly, and then sighed: It's almost a dream.

Looking at the already bright sky outside the window, she got up and stretched.There was no one in the room, so Xia Zhitao went downstairs after changing her clothes and washing up, just in time to see Zhang Lan leaning against the wall with a black package on her shoulder.

"You woke up so early." Xia Zhitao rubbed her eyes and said sleepily.

Zhang Lan said, "Yes."

She folded her arms and looked at Xia Zhitao, and suddenly said: "Today is the Lantern Festival in Kyoto, I am familiar with this place, do you want to go and see it together?"

Xia Zhitao laughed and said, "Okay."

Kyoto is still as prosperous as ever.

The flutes and drums are noisy, and the strings are playing in unison, which is very lively.Rare goods from all corners of the country, as well as delicacies gathered from Kyushu, can all be found here.

The two were walking on the street. Zhang Lan looked at the crowd and said, "Kyoto has changed a lot."

Xia Zhitao held her hand and looked around curiously: "This is my first time here."

Suddenly, Xia Zhitao felt someone tugging at the corner of her clothes.She looked down, and saw a little girl holding a basket looking at her timidly, her eyes were big and round, and her voice was tender and clear: "Sister, do you want to buy a hairpin?"

Xia Zhitao likes children, so she squatted down and rubbed the girl's soft hair, and said, "Can I see what style you have?"

The girl nodded happily, and put her small basket on the ground in a dignified manner, and lifted the red cloth covering it, revealing the handmade hairpin inside.

She pushed the basket and said, "These are all handmade by mother, they are so beautiful!"

Xia Zhitao squeezed the child's face, and said, "Yeah, it's very pretty."

Zhang Lan stood with her arms folded, watching Xia Zhitao pick and choose in the small basket, silent.

Xia Zhitao seemed to have picked something, she handed the child a piece of silver, and the child happily took it, bouncing around carrying the basket and leaving.

Xia Zhitao walked up to Zhang Lan and said, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Zhang Lan said, "Yes."

Suddenly, Xia Zhitao came over and seemed to be holding something in his hand.She looked at Zhang Lan and blinked playfully. Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment, and her heart stopped beating.

Xia Zhitao stood on tiptoe, took the hairpin and put it on for Zhang Lan.The slender hairpin was submerged in the bundle of hair, which looked nice against the black ponytail.

A few streamer feathers were stuck to the hairpin, and the scattered stars were connected into lines, falling in clusters.

"Jian Ling for you, Xingyue for you."

She helped Zhang Lan straighten her hair, with a smile on her brows:

"May you be free and free from now on."

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The two walked around until night.

The sky was gloomy and dark, but Kyoto was not afraid at all.The lanterns along the road are connected end to end, forming a long river that meanders and flows.

Xia Zhitao bought a lantern for each of them. They carried the lanterns and walked among the bustling crowd, feeling their hearts became a little more lively.

Zhang Lan was holding the lantern, and the firelight reflected on her face, making her look warm.

"I'll take you to cross the river," Zhang Lan said, "There should be fireworks over there."

Xia Zhitao nodded with a smile, and the two walked side by side, walking down the street, and arrived at the Duhe River where there were also many people.

On the river, there are many painted boats gliding across the water, with musicians playing music in the cabins, and charming dancers with slender waists standing on the bow, dancing and singing softly.

The two avoided the crowd and walked to a secluded corner.Zhang Lan unwrapped the black cloth wrapped around her back, wrapped her arms around her, and sat on the floor with Xia Zhitao.

The evening wind was carrying slightly cold water vapor, and the cheers from the other side became louder and louder, and then gorgeous fireworks suddenly exploded in the night sky.

Zhang Lan looked at the fireworks casually, light and shadow intertwined, and flame marks surged in the night sky, falling into her eyes and turning into a long sparkling river.

It's just that her mind is not on that, it seems that she has crossed the bustling scene and walked to a more distant and inaccessible place.

The two watched the fireworks quietly, and Zhang Lan said, "When I was young, I would see these fireworks every year."

It may be lonely, or it may be that there is no one to talk to.Zhang Lan turned her head, looked at Xia Zhitao and said, "Are you willing to listen?"

Xia Zhitao nodded.

She has already read "Handan Travel Notes" thoroughly, but it is one thing to read the text, but another thing to listen to Zhang Lan's narration.

Zhang Lan's voice was very calm, and her tone didn't change much. It was just that those plain sentences were piled up layer by layer, like small warm fireworks, causing a delicate and scorching pain.

Xia Zhitao just listened quietly like this, until everything was covered by heavy snow, and no trace of the original could be seen anymore.

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After the story was finished, Zhang Lan didn't stop. She talked to herself, as if she was telling Xia Zhitao, or herself.

"Once upon a time, I only wanted revenge."

"But when I wake up, the sun is mausoleum, the moon is replaced, the stone is dry, and the sea is dry. Everywhere I look is a strange scene."

"I am alone, still staying 30 years ago."

She looked into the distance, as if she was looking at something, but she couldn't see anything, couldn't see clearly, couldn't see everything.

"Jiang Hong committed suicide and the general died of illness. Song Qi was not the one who killed the general. On the contrary, she saved the general regardless of the objections of the ministers. I don't know how to take revenge, and I don't know who to look for——I am very confused."

Someone suddenly rushed up, wrapped her slender arms around her neck, and hugged her in her arms.

Xia Zhitao buried herself on Zhang Lan's shoulder and said, "I'm not sad to hug you."

Zhang Lan's voice was very soft, with a slightly trembling ending: "I don't know where I came from, where I'm going, and what I want to live for."

Xia Zhitao hugged Zhang Lan tightly.

She is not the leader of the Demon Cult who acts recklessly and comes and goes freely.She also has love and parting, resentment and resentment, and can't ask for it. She is just a little bit stubborn and unyielding child.

She is just Zhang Lan.

"If you don't know what to live for, then live for yourself."

Zhang Lan raised her head slightly, but she was hoarse, not knowing what to say.

"Zhang Lan, you are not anyone's vassal, and you don't need to rely on other people or an illusory "revenge" wish to survive."

The black package that Zhang Lan was holding in her arms fell to the ground with a bang.The tightly wrapped black cotton cloth spread out, revealing the red tasseled gun inside.

Zhang Lan ignored Hongying's gun, but hugged Xia Zhitao with her backhand.The two hugged each other tightly.As if coming here for a long time, Zhang Lan said:

"Xia Zhitao, please give me a name."

"why?"

"Can't you afford it? Sorry, I'll find someone else."

"Who can't say that." Xia Zhitao let go of Zhang Lan, supported her shoulder and smiled at her.Zhang Lan twisted her slender fingers, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The stars fell on Xia Zhitao, as if she had melted into the darkness and fell into the majestic Milky Way.

The voice is gentler than the stars all over the sky, and the night sky is dyed with gorgeous colors layer by layer:

"You are unparalleled in this world, a genius in the world."

"You should act recklessly and vigorously. No one in this world can stop you by stepping on thousands of flowers."

"Crazy."