The autumn is high and breathy, the mountains are green and the water is quiet, there is a dark green figure dancing the sword in the residual flying leaves, the sharp sword qi provokes the falling ginkgo biloba leaves, collapsing and scribbling, the action is so fast that people can't see clearly, the fallen leaves are more and more broken, the more dense the dance, rolling to the sky, gradually covering the person.

"Wei Rouge!" There was a call.

The person who practiced the sword stopped moving, the sword was sealed, the high-rolled fallen leaves slowly sank, under a man's clothes, the fog temples were high, the pretty silver plate, the eyes were clear, it was actually a woman, looking at the woman's appearance about the hyacinth, but it was as cold as frost, and the cold expression was incompatible with her age.

She ignored it and walked straight past the visitor.

"Why don't you see me when you come back?" Someone grabbed Wei Yuan's arm.

Just raised her eyes slightly, and the soft female voice was full of a biting chill, "Why do you want to see it?" ”

The person who came was slightly sluggish, the big palm was relaxed, and the woman stepped forward without looking back.

It's been four years, and everything she and Guo Mushen have decided four years ago, why do you want to see each other now.

The autumn wind was still raging, pulling at the corners of Wei Yuan's clothes and not wanting her to leave, and the shouting wind seemed to be cut by something, approaching her at a very fast speed.

Raising his hand suddenly, Wei Rongyan grabbed the arrow that was about to penetrate his head in the next moment.

"Play with me with arrows!"

With a sneer, the dark arrow snapped.

The sneak attack of the assassin missed, drew the bow and pursued, the feather arrow aimed at Wei Rong and attacked in a hurry, she caught the flying arrow with two fingers, turned the sharp arrow around, readjusted the arrow track, turned her finger into a crossbow, and shot the feather arrow back the same way, the assassin was hit by the arrow, rolling down from the towering eaves and falling.

More lurking assassins loosened the strings, dozens of arrows galloped towards Wei Ming, and a figure blocked in front of him, Guo Mushen waved his sleeves to block the rain of arrows.

Groups of assassins flew down from the rooftops, the lazy warm sun was covered by death, the darkness spread endlessly, and the two of them in the courtyard were devoured and approached, and there was a silver light in the golden world, and the assassins who rushed in front of them suddenly stopped, and their bodies were split in two like fallen leaves.

After the snow-white long sword in Wei Xuan's hand sucked the blood, the sword body quickly spread red light, the thin sword groaned violently in the autumn sky, the whistle broke through the black shadow, and threw a beam of sunlight, and the blood rolled and slipped down along the blade of the sword, leaving no drops, it was a peerless good sword.

The warm autumn sun sprinkled sporadically on Wei Ming's face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised and pulled out a smile, the dark green figure was surrounded by black shadows, like a thick ink landscape Danqing, Yingying sprinkled, Wei Rongyan still loved to laugh as before, accompanied by the fallen enemy, her smile was even worse, but every inch of the arc raised was with yin and evil, like a storyteller's painting book to cultivate into a ghost.

Guo Mushen bare hands, grabbed the assassin's sword and wiped it on the opponent's neck, the assassin fell to the ground instantly, he made a move very fast, so fast that the assassin saw his companion's head in a different place, and when he wanted to be careful, he found that he had been cut off his neck one step earlier, Guo Mushen did not seize the weapon, and continued to attack with his fist to kill the enemy with a sword, the strange thing is that all his moves are in the left hand, and the slender right arm occasionally waved and did not hurt anyone.

Guo Mushen, who was dressed in a gray and blue robe, was so clean that he was not stained with vulgar dust, like a god who had been mortal for nine days, and he wanted to stretch his meridians and bones to fight this idle battle.

One demon and one immortal, one sword and one punch, although the two people are like different ways, the attack is perfectly coordinated, even if the enemy is pouring like a tide, it does not have half an advantage, the blood mixed with the ginkgo biloba is fluttering in the courtyard, the two figures are graceful, flying towards the scene, the corpses are piling up, the number of assassins is still increasing, it seems that they will not stop until the goal is achieved.

"There are a lot of people who have welcomed me back." With a faint mockery, Wei Ming's words fell, and several corpses fell.

Four years later, the land of Kyoto was re-established, still full of blood and strife, the power grabbing of the year was not calm because of Wei Xiang's departure, but became more and more intense, the number of killer guards cultivated by each family was amazing, gradually threatening the imperial power, in the face of the crumbling Xiazhou, the emperor urgently summoned Wei Xiangyan back to Beijing, if it was not a last resort, who was willing to risk being cut and pulled out a double-edged sword.

The surging killer slowly turned into a lying corpse, Wei Rongyan just cut down an enemy, and when she turned around, it was the tip of the sneak attack that stopped in her eyes, close to an inch, Guo Mushen held the blade of death in his left hand, stopping the enemy from advancing a minute, and when his back was exposed, a cold sword pierced his right shoulder, and the blood stained the gray shirt, blooming with beautiful red flowers.

The killer pulled out the iron sword and was about to stab, Wei Rongyan took the first step to cut off the raised arm, and the crimson man chased after the momentum, penetrating the sneaking enemy, she held Guo Mushen's inclined body, and the black pupils of anger swept across the sparse and remaining enemies.

The assassins couldn't help but be shocked, worthy of the ghost and god general who crawled out of the pile of dead, just the murderous aura can make people shudder, the surviving assassins looked at each other, although they were not the same way, but they sprouted a common thought, escape!

Dense footsteps rang out, and a large group of people rushed to surround the Assassins, who were dressed in ordinary subordinate clothes, but their steps were neat and fast, and their bodies were extremely angry, as if they were hellish evil.

"Kill them all!" Wei Yuan's tone was cold, and he commanded.

There are assassins who kneel down and beg for mercy, as long as they can let them live, they are willing to confess the mastermind behind it, Wei Rongyan glanced indifferently, mastermind, do you still want to ask, everyone who knows her in Kyoto, who doesn't want her life.

"Do it!" Without further ado, Wei Mingyan helped Guo Mushen to leave.

Shouts rang out everywhere, and the Wei family's mansion, which had been vacant for a long time, congratulated the owner on his housewarming in this bloody way on the first day of welcoming his homeowner.

Wei Rongyan quickly stopped Guo Mushen's bleeding, and her long marching career has cultivated her ability to skillfully deal with injuries without losing to a military doctor.

Staring at countless people who have been looking forward to it day and night, Guo Mushen couldn't help but stretch out his right palm to cover the small hand that was bandaging himself, the softness of the past no longer exists, even if his sense of touch is dull, he can clearly feel the undulating scars floating on the back of the covered hand, new injuries, old scars, and Tao Dao superimposed, and it has long been impossible to find a smooth, just the palm of the hand, what has this body experienced.

He didn't use any force, and he couldn't use any more force, his slightly raised right hand inadvertently exposed a section of his wrist, and there was an old scar on his wrist, extending from the palm to the forearm, like a long and winding water snake embedded in Guo Mushen's arm, even after many years, it was still terrifying, hideous and terrifying, and Wei Ming's heart would sink inexplicably every time he saw it.

She looked away, took out her wrapped hand, wrapped it in layers of gauze, and scolded in a low voice, "Be careful, I think you don't even want your left hand." ”

"Yan'er, I'm sorry..."Guo Mu muttered for the reason of sinking, he had said this sentence countless times four years ago, but when he saw Wei Rong'er again, he still couldn't help but say it again.

Wei Rongyan, whose face was suddenly dark, stood up and turned around, and replied to the cold frost when he said goodbye, "Do you think I can tell you that it's okay!" ”

The Wei family's mansion, located in Kyoto's most prosperous Yuan'an Street, the emperor's house was crowded with people at the door on the day of the day, who didn't want to see the famous female general in Xiazhou, but unfortunately waited for most of the day and did not see anyone, the news that the head of the family was still killing the enemy on the battlefield, and the retainers carried out the relocation ceremony on behalf of the retainers, and since then the mansion has been vacant, only occasionally someone comes to clean.

In the courtyard, the people are cleaning up the corpses all over the place, the coagulated blood seems to have accidentally splashed a whole vat of ink in the courtyard, she left with this blood, and now she is stepping on this blood.

Autumn in Kyoto is blue and boundless, the sun shines through the ginkgo dappled and sprinkled, in addition to the ginkgo biloba in the Wei family's house, the most planted is the golden cinnamon that Wei Rouge loves, in the middle of autumn, the cong gui is in full bloom, the courtyard is fragrant, but it is no longer sweet and dusty.

Sure enough, the fragrance of flowers is flashy, and it is only the most beautiful in memory, and people are like that.

Wei Mingyan raised her head, she didn't feel a dazzling eye, she stretched out her hand to cover the clear sky, and the light spread through her fingers, the sky in Xiazhou really hasn't changed at all...