Volume One: The Crimson Bride 009 Huashang

  Her eyes sank, and indeed someone came to disturb. She listened intently to the movement outside while softly comforting Yunyi's slightly uneasy heart, "Don't worry, Yunyun, I've already arranged for people to be stationed outside."

  "Hmm." Yun Yi responded with a sound, but was uncertain in her heart. The master's actions were too reckless and left no room for maneuvering, and the number of enemies was numerous, assassination being an everyday occurrence. However, choosing to come at this time, it was unclear whether it was intentional or coincidental?

  Her gaze shifted to Yu Wei Xiao, but saw that he was undistracted, with his full attention focused on the operation. His pale face had a faint sheen of sweat, but the knife in his hand was steady.

  Can't help but admire, regardless of his character, but this professionalism is worthy of admiration.

  As time went by, the fighting sounds outside not only didn't stop, but became more and more intense, the voices gradually getting closer to the room where the three were, while the operation was far from over.

  Yu Fengxi couldn't sit still anymore, "Yunyun, I'm going out to take a look."

  A faint nod, and at this moment, his thoughts suddenly calmed down.

  The tightly closed door suddenly swung open, and the cool wind swept up the snow-white sleeves. The original gentle breeze turned into a strong gust that slammed the door shut, and with each step, it trampled out, only to see the sky filled with wind and rain, blood splattering everywhere, corpses scattered all over, blood flowing like streams, and the once beautiful scenery had turned into a purgatory. The guards who were still fighting in the bloody battle were gradually being pushed back by the black-clothed assassins, step by step.

  Almost all of our men were killed or wounded, while the other side suffered heavy casualties, yet there were still over a dozen people left, it can be seen that the person behind this assassination was determined to succeed.

  What a pity... The corners of his lips curled up, and a cold smile floated to the surface, with a hint of icy killing intent flashing in the depths of his eyes.

  The wind is swift and urgent, the rain flies and soars, suddenly blowing a faint and mournful sound of a zither.

  The huqin sounds, a melancholic tune of farewell, like weeping and complaining, sorrowful to the bone.

  His eyes narrowed slightly, was it him?! He looked up and saw...

  A gentle autumn rain, the sky and earth are vast and empty. A lone figure emerges from the void, a gray silhouette that shoots forth like a startled swan in flight. The narrow blade flashes with cold light as it slices through the air, leaving behind a trail of glittering silver light, like a mighty dragon roaring across the nine heavens. Its majestic aura is awe-inspiring, and it vanishes at the sight of blood.

  In an instant, over ten assassins fell, their lives lost forever.

  A slender figure like bamboo slowly descended, neatly sheathing his sword, the wind blowing open his long bangs, revealing a deeply furrowed brow and unique grey pupils.

  The original wind sighs in admiration, indeed worthy of being the top swordsman on the mainland. In an instant, he reaps lives like cutting vegetables, yet the Ghost Wailing Knife doesn't even get stained with blood.

  "China's sorrow."

  The man followed the sound and looked over, his gray eyes fixed for a moment before he stepped forward. He walked slowly, letting the rain hit him and the wind blow, his gray robes fluttering without wind, his ash-white hair tied in a braid that fell to his shoulder, his long bangs half covering his eyes.

  He slightly lowered his head and didn't take another look at Yuan Fengxi, silently walking towards the room behind him.

  Yu Fengxi took a step forward, blocking the way, and said in a light tone: "She had her tendons severed by someone, Yu Weixiao is currently treating her, no one is allowed to disturb."

  Her body suddenly tensed, her eyes fixed tightly on him, her eyebrows deeply furrowed, yet she remained silent. After a brief standoff, he quietly turned around, sat down at the railing of the corridor, took off the huqin from his back, and began to play. The melody drifted away with the wind, mournful and low, sorrowful and desolate, like weeping and complaining, touching people's hearts.

  He stood still with his hands behind him, his eyes shrouded in misty smoke, a hint of profound meaning flashing across them. He turned around and pushed open the door, entering as it closed behind him, trying to shut everything out. However, that sorrowful piano melody, like silk threads, seeped through every crack.

  As I entered the inner chamber, before I could even shake off the chill of the autumn rain, I heard her weak inquiry: "Feng Xi, is that Huashang outside?"

  "Yes." The elegant and refined face showed no emotion, "He has arrived, you can rest assured."

  "But I hope so." Yun's expression remained unchanged. Hua Shang, the world's top knife guest, had profound and immeasurable martial arts skills. He was also Yuan Yunyi's male concubine and personal bodyguard. Besides Yuan Fengxi, he was the only one who knew about this place where Yuan practiced his skills.

  The memories left by the master are fragmented and unbearable, and his understanding of Hua Shang is not much different from that of Yuan Feng. What kind of person was he after all? Listening to the music, it's heavy with sorrow and grief, etched in my bones. Most likely, he's also a person with stories.

  The operation ended smoothly in the sorrowful and desolate sound of the erhu...

  The door creaked open and shut, the wind blew out the candle flame, a young man with a long sword and a huqin on his back, one side of him was autumnal chill, the other side was desolate, walked to the bedside.

  Yun Yi opened her eyes and looked up at his sorrowful face, "Hua Shang?"

  She was silent, her grey eyes seemed to have brewed thousands of words, but couldn't find a way to start. Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed, as if carrying countless worries.

  This is a melancholy man who makes people's hearts ache. This was Yunyi's first impression of him, an indelible sorrow that seemed to be etched into his bones, like the tide, capable of overwhelming a person.

  Their eyes met for only an instant, and the dark emotions swirling in those gray pupils suddenly transformed into a calm and serene demeanor. He clasped his fists together in greeting and said, "Hua Shuang has seen you, young master." His voice was flat and even, with a hint of huskiness that conveyed a sense of lonely desolation.

  Yun Yi returned to his senses and asked: "What are you doing here?"

  "The young master has not returned after a long time and cannot be contacted secretly. I am worried that the young master might have encountered trouble, so I came up with a plan to rush here."

  An Yan was the dark guard of Yuan Yi. Hua Shang was the leader of the dark guards. So, his words were flawless. He narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Play that tune for me again."

  "Yes."

  Yun's eyes slowly closed, the sound of the guqin echoed softly by her ear, endless sorrow like water, rolled into her dreams...

  The autumn rain has not stopped, and it has been going on all night until dawn.

  Inside the maple garden, red maples flutter and fall like rain, covering the ground with a brocade of flowers. In the garden pavilion, two people sit facing each other, on the round table are tea sets, smoke rises and tea fragrance overflows.

  But no one has the heart to savor it.

  Her slender and perfect hand, like jade carving, lightly picked up a delicate white porcelain cup. She pressed out a drop of fresh blood from the tip of her index finger, dropped it into the cup, and then pushed the cup to the opposite side. "This is the medicine guide."

  Jade's eyes drooped slightly, but all she saw was a delicate white porcelain with a single drop of bright red, the color distinct and exuding a hint of seductiveness. "Who are you, after all? How did you know about that poison formula?"

  With a slender white hand, she lightly covered the wide sleeve, and the original fragrance rose before her eyes. She took a light sniff of the rich tea aroma and said casually: "Who am I? I think you wouldn't want to know. As for the prescription, as long as you have a heart, it's not difficult to find out."

  After finishing speaking, he ignored him who wanted to say something but stopped, put down the teacup, stood up tall and said, "The tea has been drunk, the bill has been cleared. Goodbye."

  After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked out of the pavilion, opened an oil-paper umbrella, and stepped into the rain curtain. Her elegant figure gradually merged with the vast expanse of fine rain, becoming a picturesque silhouette.

  Jade's gaze followed him as he walked away, and then a figure emerged from behind the pavilion on the second floor and came over.

  "This is the medicine guide, could it be human blood?"

  "Hmm. The poison is a lost ancient formula, using blood as the guide, few people know." Yu Wei's eyes closed and deeply sniffed, familiar fragrance filled her nostrils, intoxicating and dizzying, floating and sinking, seemingly present but actually absent, it was Yan country's unique "Drunken Flow Color", which had been extinct for many years. Except on her body, no one else has it.

  "Lost ancient recipe? How does the original flavor still exist?"

  "I don't know." Yu Wei's expression remained calm, but a hint of warmth crept into her smile as she turned to leave. "Now that I have the antidote, I'll go prepare the medicine."

  "Hmm." Ji Yunxiao smiled and nodded, her eyes seemed to hold a deep meaning as she gazed in the direction where Yuanchen's breath had disappeared, a hint of a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

  It seems that the original style is not as simple as imagined. However, no matter what, he is just a poor man who flatters himself and begs for sympathy!

  "Even if you return to your true form, what can you do? As long as I want to, I can crush you into dust at any time!" Xiu Mei's hand suddenly grasped the air with force, and then slowly tightened...

  Digression

  Went out for a family visit, didn't update yesterday, sorry everyone.