Chapter Eighty-Four: On the Altar of Life and Death
"Commander Wang, are you resting?"
When he was in his trance, a familiar voice sounded, interrupting Wang Rong's train of thought, the night was quiet, what are these girls running over?
"Squeak!" The door was opened, and Wang Rong was about to get up, but he was pulled by the wound and almost fell to the ground with a groan.
"Be careful!" The ghost who came stepped forward to help him, but in an instant he felt that something was wrong, and after his cheeks were crimson, he let go of his hand and said, "The king is injured and does not need to be formal. ”
"Let Mrs. see and smile...... "The person who came was Mrs. Xiao, Wang Rong always felt that this girl was weird today, like a different person, I don't know if I was scared stupid by a crocodile during the day."
Mrs. Xiao looked at Wang Rong, and suddenly felt a different feeling in her heart, but she was quickly suppressed by her, and said, "Thank you Commander Wang for sacrificing his life to save me today." ”
"Protecting Mrs. is Wang's business, but I blame my low skills, which frightened Mrs."
"If you hadn't worked hard and didn't know what would have happened, you would still be so heartfelt to you when I treated you like that before......"
"Madame, don't say that, the previous things were forced by the situation, I didn't blame Madame at all, I have followed Madame and Young Master for so many years, you treat me well, Wang Rong is not an ungrateful person."
"I'm glad you think so......"
The two chatted for a while, the atmosphere was very embarrassing, and finally Mrs. Xiao left some herbs and left, but Wang Rong's back was already soaked, and it was too tiring to chat like this, mainly he couldn't guess what Mrs. Xiao wanted to do, and he always felt that there was a knife hidden in his smile.
Wang Rong, Wang Rong, I really don't understand the heart of a young woman.
Just as he was about to rest, another person walked in, and before the person arrived, a powerful aura made Wang Rong's muscles contract, and he unconsciously made a defensive posture.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
"Lord Changhe......" Wang Rong fixed his eyes, isn't it Changhe, this guy is very mysterious in Changshan County, and he rarely shows up, how did he find him here?
"How's the injury?"
"It's not a big deal, just rest for a few days."
"How long have you been with Qiangmei?"
Wang Rong didn't react for a moment who he was talking about, and was stunned and suddenly said: "It's been seven or eight years, and I've followed Madame since Young Master Jin was born." ”
"Seven or eight years...... How has she been doing all these years? ”
"Madam, she ......" Wang Rong wanted to speak and stopped, how to answer Zhao Yun had already taught him, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly, he originally planned to save Mrs. Xiao from being seriously injured, so as to win Changhe's favor, and then slowly approached, and then said what he was going to say next, but he didn't expect Changhe to find it himself, and took the initiative to ask him what he wanted to say.
Seeing Wang Rong's hesitation, Changhe's eyes condensed slightly, and said, "But it doesn't hurt to say it, this is the Xiao family." ”
"Madam, she ......" Wang Rong's face was sad, his eyes were a little hazy, and he said: "She's doing well, it's just ......"
"Just what?"
"It's just too lonely."
"Loneliness?" Changhe was shocked when he heard this word, all these years, why hasn't loneliness always accompanied him.
"Yes, it's just lonely, the young master is so martial, I don't have time to accompany her. I often see my wife looking up at the stars alone in the middle of the night, and I also see her catching the rain with her fingers in the drizzle. ”
"What about Takato?"
"The county keeper is busy with official business......"
"Bullshit's busy business!" Changhe's sudden momentum was released, setting off a wave of qi, and the fierce murderous aura made Wang Rong tremble.
"Lord Changhe, please calm down."
Changhe took a deep breath and calmed down, "Tell me how she has lived for so many years." ”
"I don't know the deep resentment when I am idle, but I am only a beautiful woman in the golden house. If the season repeats, it is better to watch the sunset and enjoy the afterglow. ”
"What!" Hearing this poem, Changhe's heart trembled violently, grabbed Wang Rong, almost crushed his bones, and asked with glaring eyes: "You read it again!" ”
"Lord Changhe, you let go first......"
"Where did you hear the poem you just read?"
"This is something I overheard my wife reciting, and I just think it fits her situation very well, so when Lord Changhe asked Mrs. how she has spent all these years, I suddenly remembered this poem."
"If the season repeats, I'd rather watch the sunset and enjoy the afterglow......" Changhe was stunned, tears welled up in his eyes, and he immediately turned around to leave, the sunset afterglow, which was her favorite style among all his sword moves back then.
"The long river is slow, and there is still the second half!"
Changhe, who had made a decision in his heart, stopped again and turned to look at Wang Rong.
"The past has been prematurely aged, even if it is repeated. When I saw the distant mountains at a glance, I knew that I would always be trapped in the distant mountains. ”
To tell the truth, Wang Rong didn't understand what these words meant, but Changhe understood, others are people with stories, and they immediately heard Mrs. Xiao's resolute meaning, although she was unwilling, but since she chose the distant mountains, she would rather be trapped in the mountains for the rest of her life.
Far mountains naturally refer to high distances.
Changhe left, walking very heavy, Wang Rong stopped and didn't say more, for fear of provoking this infatuated man and cutting himself.
This night, Changhe has been standing in front of Mrs. Xiao's window, and many times he wanted to push the door in and ask for clarification, but he endured it every time, until the sky turned white, and he dragged Xiao Se's body out of the Xiao family and walked towards the county guard's mansion.
"Takato, get out!"
In the early morning of Changshan County, they were woken up by a loud and hateful voice, and many people rubbed their eyes, thinking that they were still dreaming, otherwise how could anyone dare to let the county guard get out?
"Gao Yuan, get out and die!"
There was another shout, and the sound spread for ten miles. This time, the big guys heard it clearly, and they were sure that there were indeed people looking for death. In line with the principle of not worrying about the excitement, the originally quiet streets became lively after a while.
"Who is so bold as to dare to shout like this outside the county guard's mansion?"
"Did you sleepwalk?"
"It's possible, there are many good things in dreams, and it is not uncommon for a beggar to be the emperor, and it is not uncommon for him to dare to scold the county guard."
"Sleepwalk with a hammer, it's Lord Changhe!"
"What? The Lord of the Long River is also sleepwalking? ”
"Your brain circuits are really desperate!"
"Go check it out!"
In front of the county guard's mansion, Changhe was carrying a long sword and a gray robe to hunt in the wind, he stood there, like a wall, blocking the gate of the county guard's mansion, and his back was as majestic as the county guard's mansion.
"Who made a mistake!" The gate of the county guard mansion opened, and it was not Gao Yuan who came out, but Zhao Fan, the commander of the county guard mansion, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, fierce and vicious, wearing a leather vest all the year round, and he was very famous in Changshan County.
Changhe naturally wouldn't be frightened by him, and said calmly: "Let Gao Yuan come out, I want to go to the stage of life and death with him!" ”
"What, Lord Changhe wants to challenge the county guard?"
"Life and death platform, how many years has no one in Changshan County been on the life and death platform!"
"Sure enough, I knew that there would be such a day, the pain of snatching love with a knife, which man could endure it, let alone a strong man like Lord Changhe!"
"At the beginning, the two of them were also very compatible, talented and beautiful, but it's a pity, one mountain does not allow two tigers, a good woman is difficult to do two husbands, although Lord Changhe is good enough, but Lord County Shou is undoubtedly more amazing!"
"Lord Changhe has been holding this breath for eight years!"
"I don't know who will win today, if he really wins the county guard, can he still take back the woman he used to be?"
"It's okay to take it back, but it's not the same anymore."
"Alas......"
In front of the county guard's mansion, Zhao Fan got off the horse, dragged a nine-ring big knife to the long river, and said: "The county guard is not something that any cat or dog can challenge, let's pass my level first!" ”
Zhao Fan is extremely fierce and aggressive, and he has long wanted to compete with Changhe, but now that he has the opportunity, of course he will not let it go.
"Let's go, Lord Changhe, follow me to the platform of life and death!"
"You don't deserve it, if you don't want to die, get away!"
"Look for death!" The dignified commander of Zhao, how could he have been so insulted, he wanted to fight, where could he not distinguish between life and death, Zhao Fan raised his knife and went straight to work.
Changhe's face was expressionless, his body moved slightly to the side and dodged a huge blow, Zhao Fan obviously wouldn't let it go, the blade turned and approached quickly, Changhe threw the long sword behind him to the side, and the big knife and the scabbard collided crisply, it was a random blow, but Zhao Fan was shocked back a few steps.
"It's kind of interesting!" Zhao Fan spat and turned on the serious mode, seeing that he held the handle of the knife with both hands, the dazzling light flashed in the trembling of the big knife, a knife rose in the waves, and the chill pierced the soul, this move "Invincible Broadsword" is Zhao Fan's self-created knife technique, although the name is a little earthy, but the power is not small, once he killed a first-order demon beast red-eyed leopard with this knife.
The sword of the long river was still not unsheathed, the big knife fell, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but at the last moment he raised the scabbard, and he didn't see much movement, but the palm of his hand used a slight force, and the end of the hilt of the sword resisted the blade of the big sword.