After the scene was completely out of control, Liang Jue sat silently on the chair, and he sighed slowly until Ru Sanshui made an oath and decided to leave.

He is probably also old, with a few strands of gorgeous hair growing on his sideburns, and he is a little powerless in many things. has been taking the two brothers with him to cultivate, also in case one day, he can no longer lead the troops to fight, and someone will take his place.

Xue Jinyu was seriously injured and couldn't stand for a long time, even if she was sad and angry, it was useless, and she was helped away by the Xue family who came in a hurry.

After Liang Jue explained the assassination of many people today, he told others to pay attention to safety in the near future.

"This is the end of today's business, and you cannot be allowed to leave your place for too long. Qian'er, focus on tracking down the assassins, don't think about it anymore. ”

After that, even Liang Yi'an put away his sword and left, no longer forcing it.

In the end, only Liang Qian was left hanging his hands, standing alone in the hall, silent and not answering his father's words.

After half a cup of tea, Liang Jue explained to Liang Qian in a serious tone and clearly: "Qian'er, if you have a word for your father, you remember-no matter what happens, you and Bailu Jian must have one return to Liang's house." ”

This is a headless and end-of-the-line instruction, Liang Qian looked at his father inexplicably. Liang Jue accentuated his tone: "Did you hear it, promise!"

Liang Qian nodded blankly: "Yes, Jingping remembers." ”

That night, the Xue family saw that the storm in the city was getting tighter and tighter, so they directly withdrew overnight. Without Ru Sanshui in the camp, dozens of members of the Xue family also escaped, and the related affairs that were affected should have been voluntarily taken over by Liang Yi'an.

Although Liang Qian was also doing his best, he understood that Luzhou could not be defended.

If you can't keep it, you have to keep it.

Grandpa didn't tell him anything about "Yin-Yang Set Theory" at the beginning, but when he was hiding on the roof in a daze, he overheard the conversation between Liang Yi'an and Grandpa, and only then did he know that Ru Sanshui was suspected of entering the Yang Tomb and peeping into the forbidden book. He was vaguely aware of the seriousness of the matter.

Later, when he saw the strange black fog when Ru Sanshui fell from the high platform, and Ru Sanshui asked him if there was any record of "black magic or evil qi" in his family history, he began to notice a little.

The White Deer Sword was held in his hand for the first time that day, and after that, there was a strange feeling, as if there was a cruel foreshadowing. In addition, after Liang Yi'an came to Luzhou, he was usually cold, and he actually bothered to target Ru Sanshui, so Liang Qian really paid attention to this matter.

That day, Ru Sanshui took Liang Yunshu to settle down in a temporary residence, and he hid in the bamboo forest alone, feeling the strong perception transmitted to him by the Bailu Sword. That indescribable foreknowledge told him that he had failed in the first half of his life because of his stubbornness and ignorance of learning, and that he would eventually die of helplessness against reality.

In addition to the warning given about his own end, he also understood two impending facts that could not be changed. First, Luzhou City can't be defended no matter what. Second, your hands will be stained with blood and sins.

He vaguely felt that Old Man Liang was complying with fate, so he would let him and Ru Sanshui come to Luzhou, and let Liang Yunshu hand over the White Deer Sword to him. And what Liang Yi'an is fighting for, and what his father is hiding, he doesn't quite understand.

"What if...... If one day, we become enemies and swords face each other, will you still think, I am the best in your heart?"

These were the words that Liang Qian wanted to speak in the bamboo forest that day, and did not ask. If he wants to reverse this fate, he must first start from guarding Rusanshui to defending Luzhou and his fate.

He didn't know if he could do it, because this battle, which he hadn't yet faced head-on, had gradually exhausted him. It also means that half of the foreknowledge has been realized.

The night is still long, but life is too short.

Ru Sanshui chose an ordinary small house in the city, and this master's house had long since avoided to the south. With the only remaining softness on her body, she barely found some food, but even if she was frugal, she couldn't survive three days and starved.

Previously, Ru Sanshui knew that the soul mist would be affected by emotions, and in addition to suppressing feelings, if you wanted to mobilize it, you had to mobilize your emotions. But I can't change my emotions too bluntly, and I need a traction medium.

This medium Ru Sanshui quickly determined, and that was qule. Zizhuxun was damaged, and she needed to make another one. There were kilns and materials, but ordinary instruments were not enough, and she had to make the music more direct and effective in relation to herself.

She rummaged around and found some medicinal materials to stop bleeding and clear her heart and remove fire, and then looked at the dagger and several porcelain urns on the desk, and was silent for a long time.

She swiped her fingertips, dripped the blood into a small urn containing rootless water, and then took a spoon and poured in a sufficient amount of ground and finely crushed herbs, all of which were cold and cold, and should not be taken together, but they were good medicine for those who practiced soul leave.

She placed the urn in place and simmered slowly. Patiently wait for the red juice to boil out, pour it out and separate the two cups, and let it cool.

She drank a cup of anesthetic, then grabbed the dagger in her backhand, gritted her teeth, and slashed at the joint of her left arm.

The pain was so intense that she had never felt before that she let out an uncontrollable roar in her throat. Tears were stimulated by the sharp pain, and large ones fell down.

The muscles and bones are not completely separated, and Ru Sanshui is ruthless and cut. The blood was dripping, but there was no temperature, and it gradually soaked the dress.

She was covered in cold sweat, her teeth were sore, and she trembled as she dipped her bones into another cup of potion. Leaving the soul into a mist, wrapping her left arm, which was only connected to the skin and flesh and constantly losing blood, I don't know if it was the effect of anesthetics or the effect of leaving the soul, the bleeding stopped, and the pain was suppressed. She gathered the black mist around the wound and wrapped it in layers of white cloth.

The shadow of the moon flows slowly, the night is silent, and the candlelight is dim. Ru Sanshui stayed in front of the porcelain kiln, tossing and turning.

After high-temperature plain firing and low-temperature glaze firing, this porcelain Xun mixed with her bone powder was finally completed. The result of kiln opening is smaller than expected, but it is thin and clear.

She composed music for herself as she pleased, not sticking to one pattern, and the different tunes really fit the feelings perfectly, reaching the realm of freely controlling the soul mist. This attempt to be cornered turned out to be unexpectedly good.

However, on the day that Guxun was completed, the war really burned under the city of Luzhou.

Liang Jue's previous letter to the imperial court requesting the replacement of the reinforcement superintendent should not have been delivered. As expected, Wang Quan learned that the Jin army had crossed the Huai River and did not fight, and the army retreated directly from Luzhou, abandoned but did not defend, and did not even stop in Zhenzhou after it, and retreated all the way south.

Ru Sanshui heard that Liang Jue was furious because of this incident, and he died of poisonous hair, and Liang Qian lost his head overnight.

Luzhou was surrounded and had no power to return to the sky, and Liang Qian also insisted on leading the remnants of Luzhou City to defend it, and at the same time transferred women, children, old and weak.

Because of the effectiveness of the blockade city defense, nothing went wrong when evacuating the people, except for the few troublesome bandits or spies that Xue Jinyu put in for dereliction of duty, which was quite orderly.

On the day of the capture of the city tower, Ru Sanshui was dressed in a plain green dress, holding a bone Xun, and climbed the lookout.

On the blood-spattered battlefield, a yin and evil aura spread with the wind, gradually overwhelming the sky, and the people in the mist gradually fell into an eerie silence. The drums of war are silent, and the voice is weak.

Ru Sanshui closed her eyes and fell forward, the long wind was fierce in her ears, and she said softly: "For the last time, the two don't owe each other." ”

Thousands of wisps away from the soul, like a ghost smoke, wandering in the thick fog, everywhere you pass, there is no life.

Killing to stop killing is her sin, and she may never be able to repay it again.

By the time the main force of the Jin people arrived at the city, the forward army had been wiped out and the corpses were all over the field. The black fog on the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and the city gates are wide open, and there is no one.

The army stepped over the corpses and pools of blood towards the city gates, and the generals looked around on their tall horses. He suddenly saw something moving in the pile of corpses in front of him. A corpse with a torn chest, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the crow that was pecking at his left eye, and sat up.

Then, all the corpses made a fierce sound like a beast encountering an enemy. Stretching out their bloody hands to the sky, stretching them out straight, trying to grasp something, as if they were evil spirits who wanted to crawl back to the world from hell.

Death will be a long night for all.