Chapter Ninety-Three: Red Leaves, Red Clothes, Red Fragrance Mountain

The eight-in-four game is over.

Lu Wangshu didn't overcome all the obstacles along the way, and it was very easy to win, but Jiang Liu, a fat man, was not so easy, and it took half of his own talisman to barely surpass the opponent.

An Hongdou won unexpectedly, after coming out of the dream of the fifth dream that day, she became stronger, but it was a little ridiculous, and it took more than ten years for her to understand what Tai Chi was.

So, she caught up and said thank you to the fat girl.

As for Zhang Xudong, it can be regarded as a thrilling and undangered one, a narrow knife, invincible, and a kind of momentum that becomes more and more courageous the more he fights.

Four people, theoretically, still have to continue to play the game and decide the first.

It's just that Jiang Liu chose to give up in order to feel sorry for the few charms he had left, anyway, his goal was just not to be kicked out, and he had already done it.

And An Hongdou also chose to give up, she knew that she couldn't beat Zhang Xudong, let alone Lu Wangshu of the third stage, she could enter the Beiwu Martial Arts Academy, and that was enough.

......

Standing in the ring, Lu Wangshu glanced at Zhang Xudong, who was still wearing a white shirt not far away, and somehow, she was a little excited.

She didn't have such a strong idea of wanting to be the first with Zhang Xudong.

"I know that I am a little self-conscious, and I ask my senior sister not to release the water"

The boy in the white shirt smiled, this was said to Lu Wangshu, and it was also said to the group of talking audiences.

Standing on the stage, hearing the discussion below, Zhang Xudong was irritable.

"Okay—"

Lu Wangshu retracted his senses.

"Game On"

The referee's voice fell, and in Zhang Xudong's right hand, the knife slowly appeared, and unlike the previous game, his knife actually changed, and it was pitch black, as if the light could not escape.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Wangshu squeezed his fist, his hair, and there was no wind automatically.

She wants to end this game as soon as possible.

A sharp wind blew towards Zhang Xudong, like a salvo of several daggers.

Zhang Xudong didn't panic at all, facing the wind, slowly raised the knife, dropped the knife, and the fierce wind was directly split.

The wind didn't play a role, Lu Wangshu was slightly surprised, in a trance, Zhang Xudong had already arrived in front of Lu Wangshu, only to see a flash of knife, and the pitch-black knife slashed over.

A green shadow flashed, and Lu Wangshu dodged the knife, a little struggling. Immediately after, the pitch-black knife slashed at her again.

For a while, in the ring, there was a faint situation where Zhang Xudong had the upper hand, and the pitch-black knife seemed to have been chasing Lu Wangshu who was dodging.

Lu Wangshu didn't expect Zhang Xudong to be so difficult, much more difficult than he imagined.

In the previous game, basically the first blade wind, the opponent couldn't parry. But now, the blade wind was split by a knife, and he was chased and beaten.

This made Lu Wangshu a little angry, after all, she was a third stage, so she couldn't be so embarrassed.

"Tatsumaki"

A tornado centered on Lu Wangshu suddenly appeared, getting bigger and bigger, and slowly moved towards Zhang Xudong.

Tightening the knife in his hand, Zhang Xudong's shirt was blown by the wind, and in the face of the tornado, he took a step and sank.

Finally, the tornado moved over, and it was still a simple knife up, knife down, and the action was clean and neat.

"Bang-"

The huge tornado only stagnated slightly, but the pitch-black knife in Zhang Xudong's hand had already been shattered.

Zhang Xudong's shirt was torn, and his arms were already blurred with flesh and blood, and blood-colored plum blossoms oozed out of his shirt.

"Okay......"

Huang Shiming's voice sounded.

An earthen wall stood in front of the tornado, and the tornado slapped the earthen wall fiercely, and the earthen wall did not move.

The wind slowly weakened, the tornado became smaller and smaller, and Lu Wangshu's blue eyes gradually turned black.

Huang Shiming glanced at Lu Wangshu, especially the cyan eyes.

Behind the wall, Zhang Xudong took a deep breath, and slowly squeezed out a smile on his depressed face.

Lost, but it doesn't seem so bad!

Some bleakly smiled, turned around, and slowly walked out of the ring, regardless of his bloody arms and broken shirts, he was embarrassed and miserable, regardless of the surrounding discussions, pointing and pointing.

Don't you know what you can do?

Because, his knife, does not allow him to retreat.

"Did you win?"

Lu Wangshu muttered to himself, looked up and looked around, there was no trace of happiness, but some indescribable discomfort, as if all this now was not what he wanted.

Doesn't you just want to enter the Northern Martial Arts Academy?

Now I'm in, but why aren't I happy at all?

Lu Wangshu was asking himself, but did not respond.

Walking off the ring slowly, Lu Wangshu felt tired, very tired, she just wanted to go home and lie on the bed.

......

"Hey, Dean, did you forget something?"

An impatient figure danced towards Huang Shiming.

"Oh, by the way, Lu Wangshu, do you want to challenge?

Lu Wangshu didn't seem to hear it, he walked forward in a daze, didn't answer, didn't stop, and disappeared into the crowd.

......

"Hey, do you want to know why that freckled girl is leaving?"

I saw Qi Yulin with his hands behind his head, leaning on the trunk of a tree, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and he didn't know when he appeared here.

Lu Wangshu's steps paused suddenly, he couldn't take half a step, he didn't look back, his white fingers were clenched together, trembling slightly.

Before Lu Wangshu could reply, Qi Yulin's voice rang out again.

"Fight me and I'll tell you"

As he spoke, he pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, and the saliva pulled for a long time.

Sucked and licked and stuffed it into his mouth again.

"Good"

The voice was cold.

"That's right, you set the date"

The voice was still there, but the man was gone.

Frowning slightly, Lu Wangshu raised his head slowly, and through the gap between the leaves, he could barely see the blue sky, and the looming clouds, the sun was dappled, sprinkled on his face, and on the ground on his body.

"Alas......"

A long sigh, full of exhaustion.

She really felt that she was so tired and tired, her awakening was not as good as she thought, and the martial arts academy in Beiwu was not as good as she thought.

Lu Wangshu really doesn't know what she should do now, perhaps, she shouldn't be like this?

Even if it's not in the Martial Arts Academy, what does it matter?

Is all this vanity, or what?

......

Sitting on the bench under the tree, looking at the sky, Lu Wangshu thought a lot, but the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and tears slowly flowed down his cheeks, crystal clear and shining.

She was thinking about that small county, that small shop, and that person.

It's been a year, the third uncle ...... And where?

......

Coming out of school and looking at the busy road, Lu Wangshu didn't want to go home so much, she wanted to take a walk, as for wherever she went, she could go.

Walking aimlessly on the road, before he knew it, Lu Wangshu came to Xiangshan.

Xiangshan, a hill not so high not far from the capital, the mountain is full of maple trees, every late autumn, the red leaves are like fire all over the mountain, so there is a saying that the red leaves of Xiangshan are the best in the world.

As for why there are so many maple trees on Xiangshan, it is unknown whether people plant them or grow naturally.

Climb the stairs, somehow, because of the lively annoying Xiangshan is quiet and terrible at dusk, it seems, the whole mountain is a little girl.

On the top of Xiangshan, there is a pavilion, called Emperor Wang, as the name suggests, standing in the pavilion, you can see the entire imperial capital, or, standing in the pavilion, you can see the palace, the emperor?

It's just that now, the pavilion on the top of Xiangshan may not be as tall as the tallest building, and there is no magnificent palace in the middle of the capital, nor is there any emperor.

If you want to talk about the emperor, there is also momentum, but like the first emperor in the East, it seems that there is a lack of the taste of the emperor.

Standing in the Wangdi Pavilion, Lu Wangshu was stunned by the scenery in front of him.

This is the second time she has climbed this mountain in the capital and seen these red leaves.

However, somehow, today's is exceptionally beautiful, is it because of the sunset?

Looking at the fiery red sun that was about to disappear between the buildings, Lu Wangshu remembered the poem he had learned, "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk", and he couldn't help but feel sad again.

In the middle of the pavilion, there is a stone table, which is said to be some years old, the table top is rough and pitted, and strangely enough, behind the one-legged stone table, there is only one round stone bench, why so, no one has come up with a convincing explanation.

It may be that he was tired from climbing the mountain, sitting on the stone bench, Lu Wangshu elbowed on the stone table, holding his chin, and looking at the sun with only one corner left.

Finally, the last glimmer of light also disappeared, and a gust of wind blew, and the maple forest blew, not so noisy, and it seemed, and it was somewhat pleasant.

Somehow, Lu Wangshu took a nap, and suddenly, a crisp bell rang, there was no wind chime on the pavilion, the sound was getting closer and closer, and it was getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, Lu Wangshu, who heard the strange ringtone, had a hairy pupil in his heart, his pupils widened, and he was so frightened that he bounced up from the stone bench and hurriedly squatted behind the stone bench.

between, on the opposite side of the pavilion, a person appeared on the bluestone steps up the mountain, green silk like a waterfall, hanging down from the waist, dressed in red, redder than maple leaves, like blood.

The man walked very slowly, bowing his head slightly, as if he was looking at the bluestone steps on the ground, for fear that he would not step on it, so she walked very slowly, in Lu Wangshu's eyes, she walked very seriously.

The crisp bell was getting louder and louder, and before she knew it, Lu Wangshu's back was already wet, she squatted behind the stone bench, shrinking her body, because she had no way to retreat, and she was afraid that a sister in red would find out.

Sister, Lu Wangshu thinks it should be called that.

Finally, the woman in red stepped up the final steps, and then stopped.

Slowly raised her head, her lips moved slightly, the woman slowly read out the word "Emperor Wang", and suddenly smiled, smiling like a flower, but, somewhat miserable, like a sneer, like sarcasm,.

After stopping for a long time, a red embroidered shoe poked out, and Lu Wangshu saw the golden bell on the woman's ankle, which was very small, not loud but the voice really wanted to, it seemed that the whole Xiangshan could hear it.

Looking at the woman in red who was only two or three meters away from him, Lu Wangshu was a little afraid to breathe, for fear of being discovered.

"Since you come, it's a guest, it's fate, and you can't hide from it"

The voice was crisp, soft, and full of power, and Lu Wangshu felt that this was the best voice she had ever heard.

Somewhat unfree, Lu Wangshu made a ghost to slowly raise his body and slowly reach the stone bench.

The woman in red was still standing at the entrance of the pavilion, not taking a single step.

With his back to Lu Wangshu, he couldn't see his face.

"Look at me, do a dance, okay?"

The voice seemed to be crying, and two tears slowly emerged from Lu Wangshu's eyes, and she didn't notice it.

Nodded slowly.

Lu Wangshu heard a laugh like a silver bell.