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After this sword, blood flowed like a river.
When everything stopped, even the sound of birdsong had disappeared.
Even Zi Ning killed several people. Holding her sword, she watched Yan's servants treat the wounded in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.
? Jinhong Pavilion's advantage is that there are many people, but the skill is not high. The whole Mobei carefully selects the servants who are allowed to protect the Patriarch. Their martial arts are exquisite, and it is logical to win.
Dead bodies were everywhere, and the servants dragged the dead meat to the side of the road to clear the way for the master.
Yan Ji raised his sword and turned his head, his eyes were burning like fire, bright and violent, but with a profound indifference.
Even if it is a righteous alliance, anyone who blocks his way can kill
Yanji has no position. Both good and evil, kill as you like.
He is not a hero, but a swordsman, pure himself.
Zi Ning felt palpitations for a moment.
Yan Ji's eyes fell on her face, causing more ripples in her indifference. He walked towards her with biting determination, as if approaching with a sharp edge.
Zi Ning's hair stood on end on the back of his neck, and he held his breath.
He walked up to her, turned his hand holding the sword, and held the hilt backwards, with the blade down, and his hand was close to her face.
The sword's edge was hanging in front of her face, so close at hand, as if it could split her in half at any time, but it was so steady that it never hurt her at all.
He rubbed her face with the back of his hand, and wiped away the blood spots on her face with his clean skin.
He lowered his head and approached, and said, "It's stained with someone else's blood again."
Zi Ning swallowed, the place on his face that was touched by the back of his hand was aching.
There was a black sheath sword between them, but she wanted to open her arms and get close to him desperately.
Kill it, kill it
The sound of the sword returning to its sheath woke Zining up, and he handed her the black sheath sword again, and she held it in his arms.
Just after taking a human life, the Crow Sheath Sword is still blood-free, clean as ever, only has an almost sweet and stinging metallic smell. With the cold scabbard leaning against her arms, Zi Ning felt numb where the sword rested on his chest.
Such a murder weapon stayed in her arms.
Walking to Yan's inn at night, Yan Ji fell asleep while still in the bathtub.
Living in Duanmai Mountain for the past few days, she didn't eat or sleep at first, but then many major events happened, and she couldn't leave for a while, so Qian Bi took her servants up the mountain to make arrangements. It's just that the house is simple and shabby after all, Yan Ji can't sleep well, eat well, and relies on internal strength to support himself, so he's exhausted.
Until now, he can close his eyes for a little while.
Zi Ning wiped the water off his hair and looked down at him.
His eyebrows are very long, arranged one by one, with a clear and distinct shape, looking precise and handsome.
His brows and eyes are deep, his eyelashes are long and thick, and when he closes his eyes, there are no shocking cold colors that make people blush easily.
The eyelashes were so ticklish that Zi Ning wanted to reach out and touch them, but she leaned over them.
Holding his breath, the water mist in the bathtub was steaming, and Zi Ning's eyes were swollen from the smoke.
With a movement of those eyelashes, Yanji opened his eyes.
With steam in his eyes, he whispered, "Zining."
She swallowed and stepped back, but when she heard the sound of water, he raised his hand, wrapped it wet around her neck, and pressed her down.
He kissed her like this three times, but stopped and never moved forward.
The water on his arm soaked her collar, and trickled down the neckline to her back, and the rolling drops of water itched deeply.
Zi Ning leaned against the side of the bucket, her face was blushing and her legs were weak, she almost slipped down.
Yanji stood up from the bathtub with a splash, and the water on his body kept dripping.
He took a step forward, and Zi Ning instinctively retreated with him.
He took a step closer, she took a step back, the two bodies swayed close to each other, Yan Ji pushed her step by step around the screen and walked to the bedside.
Zining's clean clothes just changed were so soaked, she could feel the skin under the clothes getting wet, he almost wiped his body dry on her clothes, then untied her clothes, and pressed her between the quilts.
A night of absurdity.
When entering Chongzhou City Gate on the third day, the speed of the chariots and horses remained unabated.
Zi Ning looked out from the window of the carriage, and everyone had strange expressions, pointing in low voices. Chongzhou is where the Wulin League is located, and half of the city is full of Jianghu people, well-informed. The story of Jinhong Pavilion has spread throughout the city.
Looking at Yan Ji again, he was as indifferent as usual and didn't care.
The horses and chariots drove quickly, entering by the east gate and exiting by the south gate, and it was past noon when they arrived at the other courtyard in the southern suburbs.
After summer, it gets hotter every day.
bathingAfter returning from washing the dust, she was scalded with hot water and ice was used in the room, and Zi Ning shivered from cold to hot.
Yanji frowned and called her: "Come here."
Zining walked towards him.
He has profound internal energy and has never been afraid of cold or heat, but sitting there feels refreshed, cool and sweat-free.
She sat beside Yan Ji, and he said, "Keep away from the ice." So as not to catch a cold when it's hot and cold.
Zining used to be very weak.
When I was in Jingzhou, the climate was mild, and Zining seldom went out of the house, but it didn't show it. But last year, after the hottest summer, when Yanji set off to return to Mobei, she fell ill all the way.
The doctor came to see her every day and refused to let her take medicine, saying that she was not sick, but weak, and she would be fine if she had a good diet. All she ate in Acacia Building for many years was flowers, fruits, and porridge in the form of rice, which nourished her skin, hair, figure, and fragrance, but she didn't care about her physique. She was like an apple with a bright and beautiful surface, It was already empty inside.
It's just that the harder Zining ate, the more he vomited. Her intestines and stomach are already very fragile, and she can't digest anything nutritious. In addition, she is not acclimated to the water and soil, can't stand the bumps, can't be hot or cold, and has frequent fevers, but she has lost weight in a few days.
She was alone in a carriage, lying disheveled, her hair uncombed, and her face as white as paper.
When Yanji came in to see her, Zining covered his face with his sleeve and turned to one side. She has never dressed up and described it as a mess, she is very embarrassed.
But he said: "I will teach you the inner strength and mental methods."
Zi Ning was taken aback.
He said: "Mobei is extremely cold in winter, extremely hot in summer, and the climate in spring and autumn is unpredictable. The wind blows and the sand is violent, so it is not suitable for people to live in. If the people give birth to weak and immature children, most of them will die young."
"His parents sent him to the Yan family. He has studied martial arts for several years, and all of them survived. When they grow up, their strength and wisdom are far superior to others."
Zi Ning was at a loss for a moment. It is good to learn martial arts to strengthen your body But she is not young anymore, and she has reached the age of marriage. She had never heard of anyone who started learning martial arts so late.
The sleeves covering his face were unconsciously lowered.
Yan Ji glanced at her face, only to feel flustered and pitifully thin. He didn't care about her plain face without makeup, nor her hesitant refusal, so he began to teach her at that time.
She followed up sickly, learning in a mess, and her illness has not fully recovered, but she has been holding on.
The wheels kept turning, and she watched the sky getting higher and higher, and the trees along the road gradually became thinner, turning from green to yellow. In the end, she got started with internal skills and saw the desert wind and sand.
Then it's a year.
After learning martial arts, her health is getting better and better, and now she can run around with Yan Ji holding the black scabbard sword without any problem, but he often still feels that she is very weak.
He is a good master.
It's just that it doesn't belong to her alone, and there are no flaws in her body, making it impossible for her to attack.
Zi Ning looked up at him quietly, Yan Ji turned his head thoughtfully: "How is your internal strength?"
She moved her hand and handed her thin white wrist to his.
Yanji put her finger on it, and the rough callus pressed against the inside of her wrist, warm and itchy.
As the teacher who taught her inner strength, he often checked her inner strength in this way in the past. But after the relationship changes, it seems that even a simple touch has a special meaning, which makes people fantasize about it.
Zi Ning curled up his fingers and heard him say "very good". (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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