Jianling

The moonlight was as clear as a mirror, revealing Song Dengyun's ashen and pale face.

In the silent night, there was only the slight ticking sound of blood dripping from Hechen's sword tip on the bluestone floor.

Song Dengyun's breathing was surprisingly heavy, and Shen Shenxuan stood opposite him, Song Dengyun said: "Brother Shen, is my brother dead?"

Shen Chongxuan was holding the sword, trembling uncontrollably all over his body, he hadn't fully regained his senses at this time, and was still immersed in the shock of the sword just now.

"...Brother Shen."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't respond, he really didn't know how to face Song Dengyun, but his legs were like lead, and he couldn't move an inch, he could only stand like a pile.

He even thought that if Song Dengyun wanted to make up for Song Zhubo at this time, he could also take the next time, and it was up to fate whether he died or lived.

Song Dengyun took a deep breath, the hot tears were no longer in his eyes, a series of tears poured out, and soon spread all over his face, he choked up and said: "I have eight cousins, the seventh brother is the most ruthless to me... .He hates me the most. But he is my brother, Brother Shen."

Zhongxuan couldn't find his mouth, so he could only respond instinctively: "...I'm sorry."

"You took revenge. Brother Shen."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a long time, and he kept his eyes away in silence, ignoring Song Dengyun's despair and grief.

When he galloped out of Yangchuan that day, he had vowed to kill Song Zhubo before Song Dengyun arrived.

He could have done it. Before Song Dengyun came, he avoided Song Dengyun and prevented Song Dengyun from witnessing the life-and-death fight between his friends and his brother.

And Feng Lin, who was dressed in red, chased after him stepping on the sunset clouds all over the ground. She reined in her horse and swung her sword subconsciously, but was easily interrupted by Feng Lin.

Feng Lin raised her chin slightly as soon as she picked up the reins, her long and narrow eyes were full of disdainful sarcasm, but the smile on his lips was still gentle and kind, and his words were as soft as ever: "You are not my opponent."

Zhong Xuan frowned slightly, and said, "You might as well speak up."

"You are not my opponent, let alone Song Zhubo." Feng Lin's smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, and she looked at him with only cold eyes, "It is true that I have grown up, and I am worthy of Ameng's efforts. But Ameng can't get away for the time being, so let me help you."

Shen Zhongxuan was skeptical, shook his head and said: "No need, since I am a teacher, no matter whether it is kindness or hatred, I will not bother the master and seniors."

Feng Linsi and the young man in front of her also learned about the past between herself and Yan Huansheng, they just lowered their heads and sneered, hummed noncommittally, and said lightly: "You learned the Fuyun body from the Pichenmen, and this lightness skill is a Being number one in the world, Song Jiu's footwork is naturally inferior to yours. But if you want to trouble Song Qi, I can't really help you—"

"I don't need anyone's help."

"Song Qi took medicine that could greatly improve his skills in the early years. He will suffer backlash on the night of the fifteenth full moon. You wait for the moon to come out before going. When the full moon is in the sky, he is naturally not your opponent."

Shen Zhongxuan really frowned in disgust, and said coldly: "Taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman would do."

"You will do it." Feng Lin's expression was indifferent, and Zhong Xuan couldn't see the slightest flaw from his face, "I am doing it for your own good, and it is also for the good of Ah Meng. You are not Song Zhubo's opponent, and if you go, you will die , Ameng will definitely avenge you in the future, heh, but he may not be able to defeat Song Zhubo, if you can't deal with it cleanly, Ameng will be in the same danger."

Shen Zhongxuan was slightly startled, and asked in a low voice, "How is Master doing now?"

"He will accompany His Highness back to the palace, and please His Majesty grant him a marriage." Feng Lin looked cold, and her disgust could not be concealed, "You must settle your own affairs, and don't delay Ameng any longer."

The setting sun of that day was about to fall, and the melting warmth turned into thousands of cold sharp arrows in an instant.

Flesh piercing to the bone, thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

Feng Lin gave him a glance, and saw the back of his hand, which was holding the hilt of his sword, and the veins were exposed, and asked, "You don't need to order crisps?"

"...No, the master gave the sword." Shen Zhongxuan closed his eyes and said softly, "Hechen sword was given."

Feng Lin was speechless for a while, but Zhong Xuan didn't speak any more, just bowed his hands in a perfunctory way, turned around and hit the horse again, and left in the dust.

——The rules of the Pichenmen, the sword is with the person, and the sword is broken and the person is dead.

"Brother Shen," Song Dengyun closed his eyes and wept softly, "You go first."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a while, and was about to speak, when suddenly he heard a low laugh, the two of them turned their heads at the same time, and they saw Feng Lin sitting on the wall in night clothes, with no emotion in her eyes, just staring at the two of them. People, Shen Zhongxuan suddenly felt creepy.

"Pear Blossom Inkstone." Song Dengyun glanced at him, not knowing his reason, and said politely, Feng Lin nodded to him, but her eyes fixed on Shen Chongxuan, and said with a smile: "Even Song Zhubo can't hurt you." You? What a fate."

Shen Zhongxuan looked coldly, without saying a word.

Feng Lin wanted to say more, but there was a creaking door, and the three of them looked together, and there was a tall and tall figure coming from the Song Mansion's other courtyard. The inner strength of a person spread to every corner of the Song Mansion: "Wu Tiyue, get out and see for yourself, nephew is dead under your nose, don't you want to lose face!"

A murderous intent flashed across Feng Lin's eyes, but he just jumped off the wall quickly. Song Dengyun trembled all over, and subconsciously looked out the door.

Hearing that voice, Zhong Xuan felt very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was, and when that person walked into the other courtyard completely—it really was Feng Henwan who had been away for a long time, and Zhong Xuan couldn't avoid it.

Feng Henwan's voice was really high-pitched, and the Song Mansion, which was originally quiet, suddenly became confused.

Song Zhubo's courtyard is quite far from the main courtyard, but it's a bit weird that he can't hear a single sound.

Shen Zhongxuan hadn't thought of this layer before, but suddenly realized it, and felt a cold all over.

Feng Henwan was still dressed in black clothes, leaning on a bamboo pole as always, knocked on the bluestone floor tiles in front of him, and sneered: "Shen Yuanyuan, you are so big in the first battle, even I can hardly catch up with you. "

Shen Zhongxuan looked up at him blankly, Feng Henwan didn't look like a blind person at all at this time, he was calm and at ease, as if the huge Song Mansion was under his control.

Song Dengyun's face was tear-stained, he had just sent away the pear blossom inkstone, and welcomed the flower-pickers. He usually only greeted these people with a smile on his face, but when he met them on such a chilling occasion, he even forgot to cry for a while. Remember to hiccup and stare blankly at them.

"Let's go with this seat."

Shen Zhongxuan shook his head, looked at the heartbroken Song Dengyun, finally made up his mind, and said in a low voice: "The younger generation won't win with martial arts, so I should apologize to the Song family."

"Victory is not martial?" Feng Henwan snorted, "Who told you? Feng Lin? That little girl only told you that Song would suffer backlash on the night of the full moon, but did she ever tell you that this backlash can be suppressed? "

Shen Zhongxuan was startled, and raised his head. Seeing him like this, Feng Henwan knew in his heart that Feng Lin hadn't confessed.

"As long as you take the antidote in advance, not only will you feel no pain, but you will also be more impulsive than usual." Feng Henwan paused and said ambiguously, "If Song Qi has taken the antidote tonight, even if he is reluctant to kill you, he can't say for sure tonight. I can't help chopping you up to pieces."

Shen Chongxuan was startled when he heard the words, Song Dengyun felt even more terrifying, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with my brother? He was poisoned? What antidote?"

Feng Henwan picked up Zhong Xuan's collar and sneered at the moment before turning over the wall: "Go and ask your family members, I will not interfere in these short-sighted matters of the parents."

"...Feng Lin wants me to die?" Shen Zhongxuan was stunned for a long time, and he was carried out of the Song Mansion just like that, and he still couldn't recover, "Didn't Ah Xing ask him to come?"

Feng Henwan laughed back angrily, and asked, "What do you think? If Meng Xing knew you were coming here to die, would he come here in person?"

Zhongxuan felt guilty and said in a low voice, "He's going to be a son-in-law, maybe he doesn't want to see me."

"...Consort? Meng Xing?" Feng Henwan always boasted that no anecdote in the world could escape his ears, but now he was stunned for a moment, his long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he said, "...you Adopted by the emperor as a adopted son?"

Chong Xuan: "..."

This is somewhat similar to Song Dengyun's phrase "Meng Nv Xia". Shen Zhongxuan couldn't laugh or laugh for a while, and explained: "It's Princess Shunning."

Feng Henwan sneered again and again: "Hey, I still think it's a big deal, that's it?"

"...Feng Lin said it."

Feng Henwan threw him onto the horse and rode Xiao Hei himself, wanting to run eight hundred miles at night, wishing to show all his teeth and let him count: "Okay, boy, now I will tell you , the real big deal."

"Since Meng Xing entered the palace, so far, there has been no news." Feng Henwan held the reins of the two of them, rare and serious, "I speculate that your good junior sister probably won't be able to keep him."

This time without waiting for him to speak again, Shen Zhongxuan grabbed the reins of the horse, clamped the horse's belly tightly, and immediately beat the horse and galloped away.

Feng Henwan took a few steps slower, and seemed to stand still by the tree where the horse had been parked for a while, until there was a movement like chickens and dogs jumping in the Song Mansion, then he pulled his lips and walked trustingly.

And Feng Lin was waiting between the crowns of the trees, hidden by the branches and leaves, his expression was dim and difficult to distinguish.

The little monk waited until Feng Henwan and Shen Chongxuan had gone far away, then came out from the dark place, and bowed to Feng Lin with clasped hands: "Young Xia Feng, they are gone."

"......Um."

The little monk said: "Amitabha. Hanshuisha is dead, and the door will reward you."

Feng Lin felt even more ironic, and sneered sullenly: "A dignified Song Qi would lose to Chong Xuan?"

"He let the water go."

"Why did he let the water go?" Feng Lin landed softly, and slammed her fist on the tree with dark eyes, "Even he pities Shen Chongxuan?"

The little monk was as immobile as a mountain, with a calm expression: "Young Master Feng, I can't help but say something, the Futu Gu has been in the body for a long time, and the temperament of the host will inevitably change. The clues can be seen in Hanshuisha, Baijianzhu, and Zhanchunjun. But His Majesty is very satisfied with you, I hope you can restrain yourself and keep the etiquette, don't follow in the footsteps of White Sword Master and Han Shuisha."

Feng Lin gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, but she knew in her heart that his feelings of wanting to confront Feng Henwan head-on just now were indeed influenced by Gu insects.

Feng Lin closed her eyes for a moment, and said in a bitter voice: "Yes, Feng understands."

"Besides, you don't have to worry." The little monk looked at him calmly, "Zen Master Shilian has already received the imperial decree - whoever dares to save the drunken sword will be killed without mercy."