Nightfall Chapter 10: Sighing loudly

The sigh is clear and shallow, just like the water on the flowers. The flowers reflected on the water come from the depths of the night, making this quiet night cleaner, and the bright moon hanging on the night sky Jing, like the ruins of the imperial city full of dust, all seemed clean because of this, and the weeping willows flicked the river surface, as if nothing had happened tonight.

People reacted even more differently after hearing this sigh. Some were shocked, some were awed, some were silent, and many others were pale and quietly stepped back to the crowd, because they knew that the person in the night must be from Tang Dynasty. , From Chang'an Academy, but I don’t know which gentleman it is.

Long Qing knows who the person is. He sighs at the night and knows that there is no such person where his gaze falls. His expression has become very solemn. Years ago, under the snowy peaks of the wasteland, the person made his debut with a soft voice. , He broke a battle between the two Dao Demon Sects, and then in the White Tower Temple one year later, the man reappeared with a sigh, trapping the preaching seat of the Xuankong Temple, letting go of Ning Que and Sangsang, this person tonight Sigh again, what else will I do?

When Liu Yiqing, who was dying, heard this sigh, a smile appeared on his face, not because of who he finally waited for and what he proved, but because he was sure that what he asked for would be realized.

Hengmu Liren also guessed who came, because the only person in the practice world can quietly break through the two thousand guardian cavalry lines of Xiling Temple and come to a place so close to him.

He took a deep breath, the thirteen thin knives became brighter, and the golden flowers in front of him and behind him became more grand, and he was always ready to launch his own attack from where he sighed.

His face did not show any fearful expression, because Shenhui consumed too quickly and showed a strong will to fight on his thin face, but the excitement in his eyes disappeared, and he was particularly cruel because of his innocence. His expression instantly became calm, because no matter how proud and confident he is, facing this legendary character, he must concentrate all his spirit and courage to hopefully defeat the opponent.

Long Qing looked into the depths of the night and said, "Let go."

This sentence was not to that person, but to Hengmu—Liu Yiqing was seriously wounded and was about to die. Hengmu didn’t want him to die, and wanted him to live and endure endless torture. At this time, the sound came from the night. The sigh that moved the mountains and rivers, the meaning is very clear, that person is not allowed to post such cruel things

There was no expression on Hengmu's face, and the palm of his hand was still on Liu Yiqing's body. He looked into the depths of the night and said: "Sure enough, there are people coming from the academy. Isn't this exactly what the temple wants to see? Why should I let it go? "

Long Qing said: "I am waiting for Ning Que, not him."

Hengmu said: "What's the difference? They are all thieves in the college, and this person is much more important than Ning Que."

Long Qing said: "The more important person is bound to be stronger... No matter who comes to the Academy tonight, I will try to keep him... But since it is him, it is meaningless."

In the depths of Hengmu’s eyes, there are fragments of stars burning, like a blazing fire, and the sound becomes a wind-swept bonfire, roaring powerfully, looking at the depths of the night, and saying: "I want to try to keep him."

There was a pity in Long Qing's eyes, pitying him courageously and ignorantly.

At this moment, the sigh of the man came again in the night, which seemed a little helpless. The so-called helplessness was very similar to the feeling of an adult watching a child messing around, and naturally there was pity in it.

Yokogi clearly felt this emotion. His face became very gloomy, but his mood became more calm, because since he wanted to try to keep the opponent, he had to be extremely calm.

The man finally spoke: "Do you still have any wishes?"

This kind of questioning usually appears after a duel between two strong men. The winner looks at the loser and asks sympathetically, giving the audience a full sense of heroic sympathy, and if this kind of questioning appears Before the decisive battle, it was full of dismissive mockery.

Hengmu did not misunderstand that the man was mocking himself, although the slow rate of speech and the calm tone did sound like a mocking tone, but he knew it was not, because he was not like that

This sentence is for Liu Yiqing.

Liu Yiqing raised his head and looked at Linkang City in the dark through the white cloth. Although he can't see it now, he has seen it many times before and remembers many details of the city.

As a cultivator, he has been promoted to the state of mind a few years ago. As a swordsman, he went to death tonight with a single sword and destroyed the imperial city with a single sword. He has already realized the true meaning of kendo. A man who killed two Southern Jin emperors in his life was destined to be written in history. There is no regret.

As a person, he has had his wish in his life, but as the lord of the sword pavilion and a man from the Southern Jin Dynasty, he does have many people and things that he can’t let go of, but he didn’t say it too specifically because he believed , If Tang Guohe Academy were able to win this war, they would naturally handle it well. If they could not win, there would probably never be Nanjin and Jiange in this world. If so, why bother to say more?

So he didn't say anything, he tightened his sword-thin lips, and waited for the final relief with joy.

A sigh resounded again in the night, filled with emotion and respect, as if bid farewell.

A gentle breeze rises from the moat, goes straight to the night sky, blows away a few wisps of night clouds that want to entangle the bright moon, blows away the scattered gravel on the ground, and came to the front of the imperial city and came to the front of the night.

Hengmu Liren's expression was abrupt, and he gave a cry, more than ten thin knives unsheathed in unison, blooming in the night breeze, holding the hilt with both hands horizontally, gathering countless brilliance, then chopped off to the breeze !

Slash in the wind! Even if you are the real breeze, you will be cut off by me! Even if you are already a legend in the world of cultivation, how can you get past my cage made of sword intent and magic!

A bright sword illuminates the night, and Liren Yokogi's eyes are bright! His sword intent Shenhui spits out, he feels that his body is bright, as if he is about to go away from the wind, he has never had such a perfect feeling!

However, nothing happened, the breeze was not cut off, and nothing crossed the cage. The perfection was still perfect. It was just stopped in the night, but so lonely.

Because before he swung the knife, the breeze had already passed by, before he used the sword to spread the cage, the figure had already appeared in front of him, before his perfect blow began, the war had already begun. End.

A scholar was standing in front of the bed, wearing an old dusty padded jacket, a wooden stick between his belt, and a volume of old books, with a gentle expression, just like the most common school teacher in the country.

Looking at this person, Hengmu Liren's hands holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger, and asked in a cold voice: "Mr. College?"

The scholar is naturally a big brother in the college.

The big brother ignored him, looked at Liu Yiqing on the side, and said, "Sorry."