Tears gradually blurred Fu Jun's vision.

At this time, Shijiang finally moved his barely able body, came to her side, and took her in his arms.

The gray-clothed woman's eyes were exposed outside the cloth scarf, and a complicated look crossed her eyes.

She turned her head to look at Uri. This blind Khan man was already blue all over his body at this moment, and even his eyes were covered with a layer of green energy.

It's poisoned, and it's a very clever poison.

There was a faint look of surprise in the gray-clothed man's eyes.

The result was so unexpected. She didn't expect that this master of the Khan would die in the hands of a fourteen-year-old girl.

"Girl, stop crying, stop crying." Shi Jiang comforted softly, trembling strongly, and quietly glanced back at the man in gray.

This man in gray is in the same league as the fierce coachman.

The scene he experienced just now was something that Shi Jiang had never experienced in his life. The coachman's roar almost shattered her heart.

She knew that their girl was frightened, but it was not the time to cry. The man in gray had been standing outside the car, his shirt covered in blood, and he looked even more terrifying than the driver.

Fu Jun quickly held back her tears

She was just a little out of control for a while.

She looked up from Shizue's arms and looked at the woman in gray standing outside the car.

There were tears on her eyelashes, and her black eyes seemed to have been washed with water, clear and dazzling.

Her eyes turned on the woman in gray, and she showed a very shallow smile.

The woman in gray was also looking at her. There was a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

She knew that Fu Jun had no martial arts, so she didn't understand even more, even if she used poison, how could Fu Jun use it on Uri's body.

"It's an occasional secret medicine." Fu Jun seemed to understand the gray-clothed man's thoughts at this time, and said softly and abruptly, "It is said that he saw blood and sealed his throat." I dripped on the tip of the knife, which was a sharp blade that blew out hair, and when he came to grab me, he accidentally touched the tip of the knife and cut his finger. So poisoned to death. ”

An explanation that is almost unconcealed. And it's unnecessary. However, for some reason, when the man in gray heard this, his eyes became complicated again.

"Can I get out of the car?" Fu Jun said with a smile, his tone was not nervous.

The man in gray was slightly stunned. He took two steps back.

Fu Jun gently patted Shijiang's hand. The master and servant helped each other out of the carriage.

After standing still. Fu Jun bowed to the woman in gray and said softly, "Thank you for not making a move." ”

The woman in gray didn't move, except for a pair of eyes that were exposed. Slightly unnaturally turned to the side.

Fu Jun didn't seem to notice the abnormality of the gray-clothed man, and looked at her with a smile and said, "Do you know, in the academy, one of my favorite masters is Master Wei, who teaches the piano. ”

As soon as her words fell, the gray-clothed woman's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and her lightning-like eyes instantly swept towards Fu Jun, and at the same time, she stepped back, and her right hand was already pressed on her waist.

"Wei Fuzi's piano has the feeling of high mountains and waters." Fu Jun continued, ignoring the movements of the woman in gray at all, and even turned sideways, looked at the slanting sun in the distance, and sighed: "I remember that before I closed the pen this year, I happened to meet Wei Fuzi Fuqin at the Hongfengxi Bridge in Houshan, but it was a song "Baizhou". I remember the last few lines that Wei Fuzi sang with the qin. She sang 'The sun dwells in the moon, and the Hu Die's decline? The worries of the heart are like bandits. Quiet words and thoughts, you can't fly'. The meaning of the song is like the moonlight on a cold night, bright and dust-free. Since then, I have also known that Wei Fuzi's heart is clear, and the wind is clear and the moon is white. ”

Fu Jun's light and soft voice diffused in the warm air, and the eyes of the woman in gray gradually softened, looking at the slanting sun in the distance, revealing a look of memory.

Fu Jun turned his eyes to look at her, looking at the faint struggle in the depths of her eyes, Ying Ying smiled lightly: "Somehow, when I saw you, I suddenly remembered Wei Fuzi." Although it is a bit rude to call the master by his name, I have always felt that the name Wei Shuang is like the master himself, although he was born in the cold autumn, he is clean and lonely. Do not compete with the morning dew, but with the bright moon as a companion. It's fascinating. You're very much like her. ”

Wei Shuang's hand on the sword had been loosened at some point.

She looked at Fu Jun with a complicated expression, and after a long time, she sighed quietly.

This student of hers is extremely smart, and I'm afraid I'll recognize her long ago. Now her identity is almost clear.

Wei Shuang knew that Fu Jun was forcing her to make a choice. Either let her go as a master, or killed her as a killer.

Wei Shuang sighed in her heart.

She knew early on that this student of hers was a bit of a lonely man. Now it seems that Fu Jun is gambling on how she will choose to be a master.

What will she choose? How should she choose?

Looking at the bright-eyed girl in front of her, many pictures of the past flashed in Wei Shuang's mind.

Qingxi and Red Maple in Baishi Academy, the emptiness of the moon on the stone bridge, the female students who performed well in the piano class, and the song "Chaotic Red" played across the screen. When she was lying on the beam of Qingwei Building, she knew that someone next door had moved her hands and feet, but because of the inexplicable unwillingness in her heart, she pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Looking at Fu Jun's face as delicate and moist as the first snow, Wei Shuang's heart was full of thoughts, and another gloomy face like a poisonous snake suddenly appeared in his mind, and the evil and anger contained in his slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes were disgusting as long as he thought about it.

However, this disgusting person now holds the life and death of her companion in his hands. Thinking of Ah Si and Ah Jiu, Wei Shuang's eyebrows suddenly crossed with a touch of murderous intent.

If you kill Fu Jun now, it's also a good choice, isn't it? It can save the girl from humiliation, and it can also take the opportunity to silence her mouth.

Wei Shuang's hand rested on the hilt of the sword, but another thought suddenly crossed her mind: did she really want to kill someone who had no power to resist? She wasn't really an assassin. She entered the "Yong" department in the Tibetan Sword Villa back then.

"Win with strength, force strong."

The eight-character mantra of the Yongbu is the teaching that she has respected for most of her life, and it is easy to kill one person at this moment, but she killed this girl, and she can no longer be proud of being a member of the "Yong" department.

Wei Shuang's face flickered blue and white, and the struggle in her eyes was still obvious.

There had never been a moment in her life when she had been so hesitant. At that moment, there were two voices in her heart arguing incessantly.

"You have already recognized the master, the master has an order, and the subordinates only have to carry it out, so what do you do with so many people?"

"Are you willing to obey such a disgusting man? Can you bear to watch the innocent people in front of you die? ”

"So what? It has nothing to do with you, and don't forget that you are not alone, and there are others who fall into that person's hands. If you do not obey him, your companion will die. In order to save her companions, the girl had to die. ”

"You are afraid of death, so why should you use the excuse of worrying about your companions? When did you get to the point where you had to rely on this kind of subterfuge to save people? Where is your bravery? Where is the righteousness? ”

These two voices were like the loud voices of giants, and every word stirred up a thousand waves in Wei Shuang's heart. She froze in place with a sweat on her head, the green tendons on her forehead burst, the hand holding the sword trembled, and even her whole body trembled. (To be continued.) )