The Girl and Her Sword [Comprehensive + Sword III]

Trinity opened her eyes.

The sky lit up with a hazy light, and the world ushered in day again.

The Ruan Qingwu I saw before disappeared.

He blinked, stretched his arms and legs, extremely doubting that the Ruan Qingwu he saw before was a dream.

"Haha, it's okay if you want to understand it that way." A woman's laughter came from the side, and Fan Niang said with a smile while sitting on the side.

"It's you." San Riyue said calmly with a dark face.

"It's me." Fan Niang admitted generously, "How about this gift from me?"

"Extremely boring." San Riyue said coldly.

"Don't be like this," Fan Niang covered her lips and smiled, "You said it nicely, who was so cooperative and spent the night with that gift yesterday? How? Is it a pity that I couldn't see it during the day?"

"..." San Riyue looked at the woman in red in front of her without emotion, and said, "You came here to tell me this?"

"Anyway, you can't see her during the day, so why don't you let me chat with you?" Fan Niang said with a sweet smile, "You know, there are not many ghosts who can chat with me in this huge city. indivual."

"Oh?" San Riyue raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "You scared me, among all the ghosts, is there no one to chat with?"

"Because I'm waiting." Fan Niang smiled slightly and said, "We are all waiting, and we are waiting for someone."

"Xu Cheng?" Sanriyue was stunned, thinking of the story Qingwu told before, and asked.

"..." Fan Niang neither admitted nor denied, but sighed faintly and said, "We have been waiting for a long, long time."

The sun and the moon rotate, and the vicissitudes of life, until their bones are all turned into ashes, but they still haven't waited for the long-awaited relief.

"I was just an ordinary official lady." Fan Niang said without caring whether San Riyue listened or not. "I could have gotten married, had children, and died like an ordinary person. It's a pity that my life was not good, and I became a person in troubled times."

She would rather be a dog of peace than a man in troubled times. The foundation of the new emperor is not stable. He seduced the coalition forces of the six kings and attracted countless power struggles. As the lord of a city, her father naturally had to express his position.

"Father prefers the six kings, but I prefer the new emperor." Fan Niang said, "The six kings are indeed powerful, but the new emperor is orthodox, the etiquette cannot be abolished, and he also has morality. If you are a person who pursues fame, you should choose the new emperor." Yes, but my father was fooled by the temptation of the six kings, and he wanted to marry me, thinking that he would end his life like this, but I didn't expect——I saw him when I was outing in the suburbs of the city."

Speaking of this, Fan Niang sighed quietly, "Although I am a woman, I have read some books. I don't care about men's affairs, and I don't want to care about them. Anyway, I'm alive, but I live well and It’s bad, marrying anyone is marrying, it’s just that it’s right or wrong to marry, but after meeting him, I suddenly realized the innocence and stupidity of my previous thoughts....When you meet the right person, All the so-called excuses are just pretense."

The gray dawn covered her with a dull color, and the bright red clothes that looked like flowing blood also dimmed because of this light, as if the blood was gradually congealing and slowly turning black.

I don't know what that guy would look like if he took off her black clothes and dressed brighter and lively?Sanriyue couldn't help thinking, it must be like a flower that has already bloomed, both beautiful and delicate.

And now I might not have a chance to see her again, this kind of wish, it's better to just keep it in my heart.

"He was under the tree, holding flowers between his fingers and smiling at me," Fan Niang continued to recall, "'Where is the spring breeze on the peachy face, and the red makeup, Xiaomeng and tears are gone." I don't want to go with the flow. I want to marry him, and I know that if I don't make some changes, it will always be a fantasy."

"Indeed," San Riyue nodded, "How did you do it?"

"I wanted to persuade my father to let them get closer to you." Fan Niang continued. "However, I found that the truth is far more than that."

Then, startled and angry, she argued with her father. When the argument got the most intense, the city lord even drew his sword and wanted Fan Niang's life, but Ruan Rongzhi came to stop and killed her.

"This person..." San Riyue looked at Ruan Rongzhi, hesitant to speak.

"He has been my friend since childhood," Fan Niang said. "When I was forced by my father and had nowhere to escape, he was the one who saved me and stood by my side."

"Are you here now?" Sanriyue asked.

"..." Fan Niang sighed and said, "Yes, I'm here now."

"What is he doing?" Sanriyue asked.

"He's waiting with me," Fan Niang smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe, he's just waiting with me for an impossible miracle."

Night falls.

Fan Niang didn't know when she disappeared. In the blink of an eye, Sanriyue returned to the night sky with the bright moon hanging. After walking a few steps outside, she saw a familiar figure standing not far away and heard his movement. Ruan Qingwu turned around and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"You're here." She said slowly.

"I'm here." Sanriyue replied.

He really didn't know how to deal with this feeling. He knew that this Qingwu was fake, but he couldn't help but fell into the tenderness of the other party. This kind of tenderness was different from the tenderness of Ruan Qingwu he had experienced, like wine. Generally, you don't feel it when you drink it, but after drinking too much, you don't know where it is.

And San Riyue was one of those drunk people.

Am I in a dream?he asked himself.

Since you are in a dream, let's dream over there.He thought so again.

The so-called sword has no dreams at all.Before they have their own consciousness and get out of the blade, all they can do is stare at the darkness in the blade.

And this should only be Mikayue's own privilege. Many Japanese swords did not have such good luck as him. They were either excavated in various ways, or died on the battlefield in the fire.

So what kind of experience is dreaming, and what kind of concept is dreaming, I didn't know it before Sanriyue.

He walked towards Ruan Qingwu under the moonlight.

The bell that fell from his waist earlier was gone, and he glanced at the ground, not paying attention to it.Instead, he quickly looked away, looked at Qingwu and said, "What are you doing today?"

"What do you want to do?" Ruan Qingwu asked back.

"I want to hear you play the piano." Sanriyue replied.

"I thought it was something." Ruan Qingwu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought you didn't like to hear it."

"That's all in the past," Sanriyue said with a smile, "I like it now."

"Okay, since you want to hear it." Ruan Qingwu shrugged helplessly, and took out a piano with a slightly burnt tail, "Then I will accompany you."

"Yeah." Sanriyue sat down on one side and said, "I'm all ears."

The sound of the piano rang, Sanriyue was still thinking about other things at first, but then she listened with all her attention before she knew it. As she listened, the moonlight faded away quickly, and morning was coming again.

"Which do you think is better, a hopeful dream or a hopeless reality?" Just as the sky was getting dark, San Riyue said suddenly.

"This," Ruan Qingwu said, she thought for a while, "Didn't we make this choice a long time ago?"

As a result, before Sanriyue could ask for the result, it was dawn.

As the sun rose and the moon set, the city returned to a dead silence.

A drowsiness swept over Sanriyue, he shook his head, resisted the drowsiness with his willpower, walked out of the courtyard, and looked down.

The bell that he accidentally dropped was lying on the ground, glowing faintly.

'Zong Jin. '

It seemed that someone was calling him anxiously and worriedly from a far away place.

'Zong Jin. '

That person... who is it?

'Zong Jin, where are you? '

San Riyue looked away from the bell, and the drowsiness in her mind was greatly relieved by the call just now.However, when he woke up, he woke up, but he felt as if he had forgotten something.

It seems that something very important has been forgotten.

"Who are you?" He looked at the man in white who was not far away from him and asked.

"My surname is Ruan, my first name is Rongzhi, and I'm just a commoner." The man turned slightly sideways and replied. "I have a story, would you like to hear it?"

"What story?" Sanriyue frowned and asked.Subconsciously, he felt that he might not want to hear the story this man told.

"Haha, don't be so vigilant." Ruan Rongzhi smiled, "We have a lot of time to kill before she discovers this place. I'll tell you my story, and you tell me yours, how about it?"

"Before that, I need you to answer a question for me." San Riyue thought about it, and was surprised to find that he didn't remember his story very much. He couldn't help but panicked, but his face remained calm. where?"

"This is the meeting point between the Mongolian world and the human world." Ruan Rongzhi said, "You must be very curious about what the Mongolian world is, right?"

"Yes." Sanriyue nodded.

"Mengjie is a place to house the souls of innocent people who died in vain." Ruan Rongzhi said, "There have been countless battles here, many people died, countless innocent souls gathered, and resentment gathered together, affecting the mortal world Hundreds of years ago, with the help of Feng Shui, an eminent monk built a city of bones with our bones, and it was connected to the Mongolian world, half in the Mongolian world, and half in the human world. So you can see that there are both day and night in the human world. Alternately, there is also the emptiness of the realm. Oh, the eminent monk in the past made an agreement with us that if the lights of Xucheng were not extinguished for a day, we would not be able to cross the thunder pond. However, within a few days, there should be such a catastrophe, so we came out again gone."

His eyes were a little sad, but also a little joyful, "I have been obsessed with it for so long, and it's time to be free."