Ma Hongying said, not seeing the surprise on the faces of the two, she suddenly felt relieved, and her nose became sour.

"I was also driven into a desperate situation, I went from the light to the darkness, becoming a shadow without identity; And you walked from the darkness to the light, and regained the name that belonged to Gu Shiwei. ”

"I look at you, I always feel like we have met at some fork in the road, you look at me and I look at you like looking in a mirror, we pass by and go our separate ways......"

"Maybe this fate-like thing has been written by God when we were young."

"I used to use a sword, but because I couldn't surpass you no matter what, I gave up the sword and chose a sledgehammer."

Gu Shiwei looked at Ma Hongying quietly.

It is impossible for Han Shiyan, who is soaked in a honey pot, to experience this kind of feeling of being put to death and being reborn, but she understands Ma Hongying very well.

As Ma Hongying said, they are very similar, they are all people who have died once.

She knows what Ma Hongying is confused about, because a desperate situation is a dark hell, you can only move forward in the dark, every choice is a life and death decision, every step you take needs to ask your conscience once, am I doing the right thing?

Gu Shiwei thought that Ma Hongying had only killed the enemy in the past.

Just like in the past, she has practiced swords for so many years, and she has always pierced only pear blossoms.

This kind of torment of conscience can only be experienced by a good person with a conscience.

"It may be that I'm alone and don't have to worry about others, and you have a lot of people you care about."

Ma Hongying's eyes were red, she smiled at Gu Shi, ripped off the black cloth towel on her face, and she inhaled heavily, like a fish that had dried up for a long time.

Gu Shiwei realized that when Ma Hongying was smiling, there was a deep pear vortex on her left cheek.

It made her a lot cuter all of a sudden.

She walked in the direction of Gu Shiwei and Han Shiyan, reached out and directly took the bamboo tube in Gu Shiwei's hand, raised her head and took a big sip.

"Han Shiyan has been delicious since he was a child, and he pulls grass on the side of the road together, and he can pull the sweetest root. After so many years, it's still the same. I came to this village before you, but I did not find this good wine. Otherwise, the medicine will be put into the wine, and there will be no big bone broth. ”

Han Shiyan listened, and looked at Ma Hongying with a complicated expression, "It's been less than a year since you died, where have so many years passed?" ”

Ma Hongying didn't care about this kind of verbal attack at all, she shook her head, "The imperial history fights all by mouth, and the people of our army are not afraid of pretending to be in the army." ”

Ma Hongying handed the bamboo tube with the sweet wine back to Gu Shiwei, wiped the corners of her mouth, and then pointed to her chest, "Come on, come on, pierce here, pierce hard." Just like you did when you pierced Ouyang Zhi, otherwise I would have been exposed. ”

Gu Shiwei raised his eyebrows, "Those who want to die under my sword can go around the Yanmen Pass twice, and you have to line up." ”

"The person who asked you to guide me to investigate the case is Zhang Chunting, right? When you left the battlefield smoothly, it had something to do with the crested ibis? ”

Ma Hongying's body stiffened slightly, and after a long while, she said softly, "You can really guess." ”

As she spoke, Yu Guang glanced at Han Shiyan and puffed up his chest at Gu Shiwei.

Han Shiyan was excited, and saw Gu Shiwei pick up his sword and aim at Ma Hongying, "You go to the left a little!" ”

"Too left, a little further back! You squat down a little, after all, I am sitting and you are standing, and the position of the sword is not right! Where do you need to squat down and stab up with such a deep kung fu when I hit you! ”

Ma Hongying's teeth rattled, and she shouted angrily, "Gu Shiwei! ”

Gu Shiwei laughed, but he stabbed directly into Ma Hongying's chest with a sudden slam.

Ma Hongying exhaled in pain, and when she reacted, Gu Shiwei's long sword had already been withdrawn. I saw her digging in her sleeve pocket, taking out a red pill and stuffing it into Ma Hongying's mouth.

"After taking this medicine, I promise that I will not die. When you go back to weaving, remember to make me a little better. After all, I defeated Tiansan not long ago. ”

Ma Hongying nodded with a pale face, she covered her chest, glanced at Han Shiyan, and galloped towards the other side of the mountain without looking back.

Blood fell to the ground and dripped all the way.

Gu Shiwei's long sword withdrew its scabbard and looked at Han Shiyan on the side, "Let's go, put the Han Yushi of Kong Ming's lantern." You should be happy that Ma Hongying is still alive. If my father, my mother and my little brother were still alive, I wouldn't have set up a flowing water banquet in Fan Tower for three days and three nights? ”

"You put one hundred and twenty hearts, although the sword just now is close to the heart, Ma Hongying will definitely not die."

"It's like saying that Han Yushi you pick up a pen to write, you write a Korean character thousands of times, can you still write it wrong? It's the same with my sword. ”

"I'm the one who can accurately hit the most flawless piece of pear petals out of thousands of pear petals."

Han Shiyan retracted his gaze, Ma Hongying had changed from a living person to a black dot, and then disappeared into the night.

At night, there was a mist on Songmaoling, and there was the cry of an old eagle on the trees, and it felt like an old ghost of Montenegro could pop out of the cracks in the stones, from the trunks of the trees, and from under the ground!

"Since Ma Hongying is willing to meet us today, why didn't she say a word about the battlefield?"

Han Shiyan looked at Gu Shiwei, he couldn't understand.

Gu Shiwei looked at Han Shiyan and sighed twice, "It's not that she doesn't want to mention it, it's that she doesn't want to be in front of you." Haven't you thought about it? Why didn't Wu Jiang and Ma Hongying say a word about the battlefield, at least in front of you. ”

"She came to Songmaoling today, not because of your Kong Ming lantern. I caught her up like a duck. ”

"Just now, I guessed that she was also doing things for the Imperial City Division, Ma Hongying did not deny it. The crested ibis is the inner ghost of the Imperial City Division in the royal capital, and Ma Hongying was able to escape on the battlefield, I guess it was because of the relationship between the crested ibis, and she did not deny it. ”

Gu Shiwei said, stretched out his hand and patted Han Shiyan's shoulder, "You are a fan of the authorities, and I am a bystander." ”

Han Shiyan's face changed greatly, he was silent for a long time, untied a bamboo tube from his waist, and raised his head to take a big sip.

The sweetness of the sweet wine at the beginning, and the spicy taste later, are endless.

"How am I different from you?"

Gu Shiwei listened, shook her bamboo tube, and her little bit of sweet wine made Ma Hongying drink it in the last sip.

"Of course there are a lot of differences. For example, if you are a relative of the emperor, I can kill the monarch at any time, kill all the people surnamed Zhao in Bianjing, and let this Dayong change the dynasty, but you can't. ”

"For another example, your old Han family occupies half of the court, and many people in your family have the ability to be the murderers of Ma Hongying and those soldiers. And I can't, I can only poke one by one with my sword. ”

"For another example, you and Ma Hongying have a lot of people in common, and she and Wu Jiang can't bear to let you know that secret...... When our military attache found out, at most, he scolded his ancestors for eight generations, and then threw off his arms and began to take revenge. ”

"You civil officials are different, you have been sad for several years, and when you are old, you have no ability to mix up your personal appearance, and you have to write another article to make future generations of people who read the article depressed...... It's just a scourge. ”

"So you and I are so different."