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The rain poured down from the sky like a galaxy waterfall.

Ji Wuyue's fingertips rested on the lid of the box. He looked at the emperor quietly, and slowly but firmly pressed down on the half-opened sword box.

Ling Ye's heart suddenly suffocated, as if he had been stung hard. For a moment, Ji Wuyue's eyes were dull and silent, which was exactly the same as the Chu Heng that Ling Ye saw for the first time.

But it was only for a moment, Ji Wuyue's eyes quickly calmed down to almost indifferent——

"Your Majesty misunderstood," he said, "I came to the imperial capital without weapons, not because I didn't have them, but out of respect for you."

"Just like after the crown prince was assassinated, I am still willing to stay in the imperial capital to wait for the verification of the emperor's shadow guards. It is also a respect for His Majesty. You know, there is no eternal town in Mengzhangguan—it can't stop me."

He closed the sword box, slowly pushed it to Ling Ye's hand, and said softly: "I have my own sword, this sword...is not mine."

Ji Wuyue paused for a moment, turned her head and exhaled softly, and then continued: "So I appreciate His Majesty's kindness, but I will not thank you for the sword."

Ling Ye didn't respond, and the Nuan Pavilion was silent.It was raining heavily outside the hall, and the torrential sound seemed to fall on the ears.

At this moment, Lishan Dongjun in front of him seemed to have thorns erected all over his body, but it was not a pure defensive posture.Half of the spikes were directed at others, but the other half was back at himself.

Ling Ye could hear that when Ji Wuyue said these words, she seemed indifferent and sharp, but in fact, even her breathing was chaotic, as if she was in severe pain - before anyone else did anything, he himself was caught by these sharp words. The thorns were all over the body.

In the sword box is the only sword from Lishan Mountain in the Hall of Martial Arts, which was included in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion half a year ago.This sword does not have the sharpness that a sword should have, it is dim and silent, just like the eyes of Lord Lishandong just now.

Ling Ye can now almost be sure that the sword in the box is indeed related to Ji Wuyue.

But he didn't want to continue to probe further.

Of course, he didn't simply want to give Ji Wuyue a handy weapon. He specially ordered someone to fetch the sword from Lishan. ".

And his luck was extremely good, he easily touched Ji Wuyue's weakness, and also caught the cut in Ji Wuyue's heart that would be dripping with blood at the touch of a touch.

But Ling Ye regretted it.

With a trace of secret malice, he ordered someone to use a sword to test him, and it was very rewarding. He directly tore the scar on the heart of the man in front of him, bloody and bloody, and the pain made it difficult for him to even speak.

But what if Ji Wuyue under the mask is actually Chu Heng?

The moment Ji Wuyue raised her eyes just now, the time in Ling Ye's eyes seemed to have quietly stepped on the track of the past. He listened to the heavy rain outside the window, and suddenly returned to the day when he first saw Chu Heng on September [-]rd. day.

When I saw Chu Heng for the first time, those black and white eyes were the same as Ji Wuyue in front of me, empty and silent, without light or spirit.

Ling Ye didn't want to see that look in Chu Heng's face for the second time.

He pushed the sword case aside, and said, "Don't blame Dong Jun, it's because I didn't think carefully. Someone—" Ling Ye summoned loudly, and the high bandit who was standing outside the Nuan Pavilion immediately walked in and took the person on the case table. Holding the sword case in his hand, he bowed and retreated.

Chu Heng lowered his eyes, quietly listening to Gao Bandit's steps getting further and further away.

Ming Ji was finally taken away, Chu Heng thought, even if it was a sword box, as long as Ming Ji was inside, he would not let himself look at it, even the peripheral vision from the corner of his eye was not allowed - he was afraid that he would lose his composure again , I was also afraid that I would not be able to be ruthless a second time.

He was not a good master, Ming Ji reunited with him unexpectedly and was so close to him, but he still abandoned the sword for the second time.He knew very well that he would not go to the hidden sword pavilion in the Hall of Martial Heroes in the future. Although the sword box was separated, this might be the last time he saw Mingji.

This sword was not bestowed by the master. From the birth of Ming Ji until he was abandoned, there was only Chu Heng as the master from the beginning to the end. When he was 12 years old, he told his uncle at Lishan Sword Washing Platform that he wanted to forge a sword by himself. The uncle laughed when he heard the words seriously, but he couldn't bear him, so he agreed.

As the uncle said, he doesn't know how to forge a sword, and the final Ming Ji is indeed not a good sword, it can't cut gold and jade, and it can't cut iron like mud, it's ordinary and ordinary.The only good thing is that he forged it himself, and it belonged to Chu Heng from birth.

From the age of 12 to the age of 19, he became a well-known Lishan Dongjun in Kyushu from an unknown junior boy. Ming Ji grew up with him, and walked from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain together with him, enjoying countless scenery.He and Ming Ji have crossed all the heights that can be reached with a sword.

No matter how ordinary he is, Mingji is always the best in his eyes, it is his sword.

Chu Heng sensed the distance of the high bandit, and the figure holding the sandalwood sword box walked away step by step, stepped over the threshold, turned around the corner of the corridor, and was about to disappear outside the door.

He finally raised his eyes and took a look from a distance, and vaguely saw a corner of the sandalwood box.Bandit Gao turned around and entered the corridor, and the figure with a bright and quiet figure jumped out of Chu Heng's vision, and the sound of footsteps that were gradually fading away was finally swallowed up by the sound of wind and rain.

He really lost his clarity.

……

The heavy rain stopped at an early hour.

The emperor sent someone to send Ji Wuyue back to the dew garden, Rong Shan, the deputy commander of the shadow guards, did not follow this time, he stepped into the warm pavilion with his head down, knelt in front of the emperor, and began to report the matter.

"Have you seen Chu Heng?" Ling Ye asked.

Rong Shan nodded: "Yes. Chu Heng's master, Mu Xiyun, said that his old illness has relapsed and his vitality has been weakened, and he still needs to stay in bed for a period of time to recuperate. I took a look and found that Chu Heng's complexion is indeed not very good-looking."

Ling Ye frowned slightly.

He didn't know whether the person in Luyuan was the real Chu Heng or a cover, and he didn't tell the shadow guard about his guess about Ji Wuyue's identity.

Because it is too absurd.

But today, this absurd guess in his heart was confirmed again.

When Ling Ye met Chu Heng for the first time, it was behind the hidden sword pavilion in the Hall of Martial Ying. At that time, Chu Heng was wearing a sword at his waist. Come to the end of the corridor.But today, facing the sword from Lishan, Dongjun Ji Wuyue also lost her composure in the same way.

Ling Ye didn't think it was a coincidence.Regardless of whether the absurd guesses in his heart are true or not, it is definitely not a trivial matter that can make Li Dongjun unwilling to use the sword and make Chu Heng feel so depressed.

He ordered Rong Shan: "Go and find out, what major events have happened in Lishan Mountain in the past two years, or who have died, especially those related to Lishan Dongjun."