Ye Guyun lowered his head, pondered for a long time before raising his head, staring at Fei Li, and did not speak.

It was as if he wanted to penetrate his laborious mind.

Fei Li smiled, his expression full of anxiety and anticipation. "I have flowers on my face?"

"Nope. Ye Guyun said again, "If there are flowers, it should be better." ”

Laboriously do not understand.

Ye Guyun sighed, "Do you want to stay here and rest enough before leaving?"

Nodding his head vigorously, his eyes were actually cautious, and his voice was equally cautious, he said, "In the face of an opponent like Leng Jiansheng, we must have twelve points of preparation, and for every extra point, we have an extra chance of survival." ”

Ye Guyun nodded in acknowledgement.

Fei Li said, "Leng Jian is waiting for work, and there is a gossip array to help, we are already in a weak position, we don't have many chances to live, if we don't even have a little rest, then we have even fewer chances to live?"

Ye Guyun nodded again.

Fei Li smiled, and continued, "Our advantage now is basically gone, Leng Jiansheng completely has the upper hand, we can only rest our spirits well, and we will have a better grasp of life." ”

Ye Guyun nodded and was silent.

Although he did not speak, he kept looking at the laborious face.

After struggling to stop talking, he turned around and saw two women coming out of the door, bringing out a table, and it was indeed chicken soup on the table.

When he drank chicken soup, he was cautious, no matter who faced an opponent like Leng Jiansheng, it would not be easy, and the effort was no exception.

Ye Guyun was also drinking chicken soup, he didn't drink as much as he did, he didn't drink as cautiously, and of course he didn't think as much as he did.

He didn't want to, and he didn't want to think about it, he was afraid that if he thought too much, he would go crazy, his momentum would be broken, his murderous spirit would become weaker, and his murderous heart would become softer.

When a swordsman decides to kill another swordsman, don't think too much, you will lose the original impulse, once you lose that urge to kill, it is difficult to have it again, that impulse is almost as important as courage and confidence.

Because he was a swordsman and didn't want to lose that urge, he would never think about it.

Laborious but different, he is the opposite, this person seems to be accustomed to analyzing the details very thoroughly, very reasonable, so that he firmly has the upper hand, even if he does not have the upper hand, he cannot lose his life, this is the most basic guarantee.

Two dead fish-eyed women stood on one side like dead fish, their hair fluttering in the soft wind, but their eyes had no luster or vitality.

Maybe staying in this environment for a long time will change.

After drinking the chicken soup with great difficulty, they put their arms around their waists and walked in, and they did not refuse, but were more obedient to him and more satisfied with him.

They live to meet the needs of men, which seems to be the meaning of their lives.

Ye Guyun suddenly felt very sad.

He felt that they were not only very sad, but also very pitiful, in fact they were very desolate, no matter which woman lived in the days of betrayal, and kept selling herself, wouldn't it be very miserable and miserable, and after a long time she would be very tired, and when she couldn't bear it, she would despair and collapse.

Ye Guyun knew that kind of boredom very well, he exhaled deeply, and only turned around when he struggled to enter, and a mysterious and painful sound gradually came out inside.

He said a word lightly, "Go." ”

The carriage sped through the woods, and the trees on both sides kept flying backwards.

"You're familiar with this path?"

"Yes. "I've been there more than a hundred times, and every time someone has gone to find Leng Jiansheng desperately. ”

"They're all dead?"

The groom shook his head, "I don't know, I came back with an empty carriage, and they didn't get into my carriage." ”

Ye Guyun sighed heavier, closed his mouth, and closed his eyes.

He had to calm down completely, and then go to rest, he had long been accustomed to dealing with a real swordsman, and he had to deal with every ounce of his body's strength, so he had a different way of resting now.

He now completely relaxed every muscle in his body, and got the maximum rest, even his brain.

The groom smiled and said, "Of all the people I've pulled, you're the most special. ”

"Why?"

"Because you are not nervous, nor afraid. Then the groom said, "Why don't you drink or rub the edge of your sword?"

"Should I do this?"

"Yes. The groom smiled sadly, and added, "For if you are dealing with a real swordsman, the sword in your hand is the only trusted companion, and there is no reason why you should not take good care of him." ”

"Yes. Ye Guyun actually admitted this, and he said, "Have you seen other people rubbing the blade?"

The groom smiled faintly, and the desolation of his smile was even heavier, and he said, "There are many. ”

Ye Guyun was silent.

"Most of them are decent heads, or high-footed. ”

Ye Guyun was silent.

The cool breeze in the night blew on his cheeks, like a lonely and empty girl's kiss, which reminded him of the woman he had met.

The first thing he thought of was Mei Niang, he didn't think about it violently, it was Bai Xue who thought crazy, although Bai Xue was not her wife, and she didn't have the kind of lingering that was unique to the night, but the kind of love for her was the most ferocious, followed by Hang Tianfeng, the emotions she paid to him may be greater and nobler than most lovers, this is the luck of his life, but it is not intense? Maybe there is only a trace of loneliness and emptiness.

People are really very strange, why do they not have a strong attachment to the person who has been infatuated with them and have given it? Is it because they have obtained it, but they do not cherish it? Only those who have not obtained it will have lovesickness?

What about less poison?

Wasn't she the woman he had ever gotten, and she had given no less? Why hadn't he thought of it at this time?

Does this mean that Ye Guyun is very cold-blooded and ruthless?

"I remember that time there was a man named Taishan Heng Qiuyu sitting in this carriage, and he was wiping the blade of the sword. ”

"Why did he wipe the blade?"

"Because he loves swords. ”

"How much does he love?" Ye Guyun suddenly wanted to know about this, although this matter didn't help him desperately, he still wanted to know.

"Love is crazy. The groom smiled and said, "His son was just playing with his sword, and he killed him." ”

Ye Guyun sighed.

"His wife died at the edge of his sword to protect her son," the groom added. ”

Ye Guyun was silent, he didn't feel that such a swordsman loved swords, but respected swords, this is also a kind of swordsman, and his respect for swords may be stronger than respect for gods.

This may not be understood by the groom.

The groom sighed, "It's a pity that he died in it too." ”

"Are you sure he's dead?"

"Yes. The groom smiled wryly, "because I heard him screaming." ”

"When he died, was it painful?"

Cold sweat broke out from the groom's forehead, and even his expression was shadowed, and he said, "It's painful, and the sound seems to come from the mouth of a beast." ”

Ye Guyun smiled bitterly.

The car had stopped, and it was parked at the foot of the mountain.

The road up became very narrow and close, Ye Guyun walked out, and quietly looked at a person standing on the dilapidated rain tower in the distance, looking depressed and lonely under the starlight.

This is Leng Jiansheng?

The distance between them was obviously very far, but Ye Guyun seemed to be close to the ruler, within reach.

The groom's face was as pale as a dead man in the starlight, perhaps whiter than a dead man.

He said, "I'll be here." ”

Ye Guyun nodded, and took out a silver ingot of fifty taels from his waist, "This is for you to spend indiscriminately." ”

The groom took the silver and smiled gratefully.

He wanted to speak, but grief had drowned out the words in his mouth.

"You don't have to be sad, I came here just to find him desperately, if you can't kill him, but he kills him, it's okay. ”

The groom nodded.

"So you don't have to be sad for someone like me, it's not worth it. ”

He was right, a swordsman died at the hands of another swordsman, there was nothing to be sympathized with, let alone respected, and there was certainly no need to grieve for them.

"I'm just weird. The groom couldn't help but say something.

"You say. ”

"Why don't you bring your companion with you?" said the groom, blinking, "he doesn't look weak at all, isn't he your best helper?"

Ye Guyun sighed, his eyes fell on the dilapidated rain building, the lonely and depressed person seemed to be appreciating the unique charm of the night.

He said, "It's a pity that the man died, and I don't want to bring him to fight hard." ”

The groom didn't understand, "Why?"

"Because he has a yearning and pursuit of life, it is a pity that this kind of person dies. ”

The groom smiled.

He returned to the carriage with a smile, no more talking, and closed his eyes, as if in contemplation, as if mocking.

Ye Guyun didn't look at him anymore, and slowly leaned along the path towards the old rain building.

The night is darker, and the loneliness is thicker.

The bamboo along the path is luxuriant, but it is curved, as if it is the noblest and most sacred respect for the people passing by.

The cool breeze was blowing, and Ye Guyun's body gradually gained heat.

Suddenly a man stood in front of him, a pitch-black man, holding a knife in his hand, a long, narrow scimitar.

This kind of knife is only available in Fuso.

The hilt was long, the blade was thin, and the man seemed to tremble, and he said, "I'm waiting for you." ”

"You know me?"

The man stretched out his hand, and his hand was full of hidden weapons, bright and slender silver needles, and he said, "This is a hidden weapon." ”

"Hmm. Ye Guyun could see that this was a secret weapon, but he couldn't see this person's intentions.

The man leaned the silver needle against Ye Guyun, "You take it, this is my respect for you." ”

"I don't know you, and I don't need your respect. Ye Guyun slowly passed by him, not looking at him.

This person's body suddenly flashed, and he came to Ye Guyun again, and he said, "I know your name is Ye Guyun, so I handed over this secret weapon to you." ”

"Why?" Ye Guyun stopped.

"Because I want you to kill him, and I can't kill him. ”

Ye Guyun sighed, did not take the hidden weapon, he said, "Why do you want to kill him?"

"Because I'm a ronin. ”

The only place Ye Guyun saw was his eyes, which were full of hatred and resentment.

This sentence was not an answer, Ye Guyun was very uncomfortable listening to it.

The ronin said, "Because of him, I became a ronin." ”

He didn't let Ye Guyun speak, and said, "My wife died under the lotus, so I became a ronin." ”

Ye Guyun sighed, "Why don't you go and find a few more wives, are you flawed and can't satisfy other women?"

The look of pain in Ronin's eyes was dark, and he said, "I must not find another woman to be my wife, because I am a samurai, and I will be loyal to my wife, and my love and spirit belong to her alone." ”

Ye Guyun regretted.

Isn't it unwise for him to understand the man's pain, but not to understand why he should be loyal to a dead man?

Ye Guyun sighed, "Is your wife dead?"

The ronin nodded in acknowledgement, and then pointed to the fresh, delicate, and brilliant lotus flower, and said, "Just die inside." ”

Ye Guyun sneered, he said, "Now that you are dead, you should find more, the more you find, the better." ”

The ronin's eyes flickered, as if he didn't believe that there was such a ruthless man in the world.

His hands were already trembling!

Ye Guyun said again, the color of comfort was even heavier, "You won't be so dead and alive, one or two deaths are not a big deal for you." ”

The ronin listened, his eyes distorted.

Ye Guyun patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Actually, God has forgiven you, and your wife has forgiven you, you should also go back to your hometown, whether it is stealing or robbing, you should get seventy or eighty women as wives, and ...... by that time." ”

Ye Guyun smiled faintly, his smile was so mysterious and obscene, and he continued, "At that time, you will definitely thank me for my enlightenment." ”

The ronin's nose was already gasping.

"You seem to have something to say?"

The ronin nodded, his eyes shining like a blade, and he said, "You're a swordsman?"

"Yes. Ye Guyun didn't understand why he was asking this.

"I suddenly hated myself. As he spoke, his teeth made a sound.

"Why do you want to hate yourself?"

"Because I hate myself for not being a swordsman, but a samurai. ”

"What's wrong with a samurai, what's the difference between a samurai and a swordsman?" Ye Guyun still didn't understand what he said.

Ronin's eyes suddenly widened, as if he wanted to stare at the lotus flower alive, and he said, "I just want to say my name now." ”

"You say, I'll listen. Ye Guyun blinked, and found that there was something wrong with this person, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

"My name is Watanabe Seventy-Eight. ”

Ye Guyun sighed, and he whispered softly, "Watanabe seventy-eight, Watanabe seventy-eight......." ”

He didn't know how long he was talking about it, but Watanabe Seventy-Eight said, "Do you remember?"

Ye Guyun nodded, and said, "I remembered, remembered it thoroughly." ”

Watanabe Seventy-Eight suddenly laughed like a madman, and blood suddenly flowed from the corners of his mouth during the laughter, and he was still laughing, and the laughter gradually weakened, but the blood flowed more from the corners of his mouth.

Ye Guyun was completely stunned.

The man took the short knife and stabbed it in the chest, and stabbed it with the sheath.

The scabbard was slowly sticking out of his back, and he smirked, gritting his teeth and suddenly removing the scabbard.

A cold and sharp knife light was revealed.

He grabbed the scabbard, laughed and threw himself at the lotus array, blood splashed, he didn't care at all, the expression on his face became indescribably happy and excited.

"Remember my name, for if you don't avenge my wife, I'll become a dozen demons to duel you. ”

Ye Guyun only felt that his heart was chilling.