C3 Divine Blade Smiled

The loneliness in the courtyard is fading,

Where to find a flute.

The cold jade snow drifted in the air.

The divine saber only smiled.

The rouge dyed the tears of the city red.

Last night, the lone boat shook.

A storm of Nightfall Blades.

It was better to be late in the autumn.

The snow gradually stopped, but the wind was still blowing. The bone-piercing cold wind blew at the pairs of angry eyes. He had a knife in his hand, but there was no knife in his heart. No matter which knife user it was, when surrounded by over a hundred people and having one of their legs broken, they would not think about the knife anymore.

Family. That's right. For a normal person, family was the first person they thought of when they were in danger. It was only when they were in a difficult situation that most people would think of their family first. Xiao Nanfeng thought of his family. In the past, he had a family, but now it was gone. In the past, he had a family, which meant that he had a family in the past.

To Xiao Nanfeng, family was a kind of longing, a kind of memory. An untouchable feeling. His hand tightly grasped the only knife that could give him some comfort. His fingertips unconsciously dug deep into his flesh. At some point in time, Xiao Nanfeng had embarked on the path of a saber user. But perhaps his path was tonight, and at this very moment. . . It was about to be cut off forever.

The blade-light brought with it countless fury as it slashed towards Xiao Nanfeng. Xiao Nanfeng, who was about to attack with all his might, quietly closed his eyes in the face of the sudden arrival of hundreds of blades. Not to mention that they were all skilled blade artists from the Murong family, even if it was a butcher selling meat on the street, Xiao Nanfeng wouldn't be able to stop them at this moment.

This was the second time he had accepted his fate. He vaguely remembered that the first time he had accepted his fate was. . . On a cold night, a family of Yuan Yuan sat in the courtyard, drinking and chatting happily. At that time, Xiao Nanfeng was only nine years old and had yet to learn how to be strong at such a young age. A sudden fire shrouded their entire family in the shadow of death.

He cried and howled. He didn't want to die at such a young age. There were still many things he needed to do. The fiery light was like the blade light of tonight, Under the fear of death, he finally accepted his fate. Most of a person's life was controlled by oneself. You can choose to drink, get drunk like mud every day. You can also choose to struggle and be a useful person.

But sometimes, your life is controlled by others. . . For example, that fire, or tonight's blade light. Tears suddenly fell from the corner of Xiao Nanfeng's eyes. This was not a tear of fear, but a tear of memory. Anyone who tried to remember the past would always think of something that could make him cry.

That night, an old and strong hand lifted his life from death and disappeared into the fire. What about tonight? He felt that other than his family, no one else in this world would be willing to extend that hand to save his life.

When the blade was killing, the blade was stained with blood, as if it was laughing. At this time, the saber fell to the ground and lost its smile. He accepted his fate. He knew that his life would come to an end here, and his saber, the saber, would be eclipsed after tonight.

However, he was wrong. Not only was he wrong, he was also wrong. Someone had extended his life-saving hand for him. That person was definitely not his family. A woman's voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire courtyard. "Stop!"

Although the voice was not loud, it was enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear it. What was exciting was that almost everyone stopped their hands at the same time. Some of them even placed their blades between Xiao Nanfeng's neck. In just a second, Xiao Nanfeng's head would roll to the ground. However, he stopped.

Women's voices were usually pleasant to the ears, especially beautiful women. If you see a woman who is very beautiful. . . Then her voice must be very pleasant. Otherwise, you should wipe away her rouge powder and open your eyes wide to take a look.

This woman's voice was no exception. It was very pleasant, but one could easily tell her age. She was no longer young. A woman who was no longer young could still make such a pleasant sound. It could be seen how beautiful she was when she was young.

Mrs. Murong, as the first wife of Murong family, had given birth to the first descendant of Murong family, Murong Ke. No disciple of the Murong family wasn't familiar with her voice, and no one dared to disobey her words.

Her tears had dried up, and her blade fell to the ground with a clang. When Xiao Nanfeng opened his eyes again, Mrs. Murong was already standing in front of him. It could be said that he had never seen such a dignified and generous woman in his life. She was more mature than Dugu Ming and her gestures showed that she was a noble.

If she was a blooming peony, then Dugu Ming could only be regarded as an unbloomed flower bud.

"What's your name?" Madam's words were not only effective to the disciples of Murong family, but also very effective to Xiao Nanfeng. He let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said sadly, "My name is Xiao Nanfeng. "

"Oh? Defeating Cangsong Blade Master, who defeated Dugu Xin with three strikes?" The lady's tone did not sound like she was blaming him, but instead showed some appreciation.

Xiao Nanfeng nodded. He did not dare to say anything. His life was given to him by someone else, and that person could take it away from him at any time.

"My family's old man died under your blade. I don't blame you. " The madam continued to speak. Xiao Nanfeng's heart suddenly pounded. He didn't expect that the madam would actually say such words.

"Why?"

"There is only a winner and loser among the blade artists. There is no blood feud. If two people were to fight one on one, one side would die. If the other side's whole family wants to seek revenge on you, then there is no need for such a competition. This was the Pugilistic World. As a man of the Pugilistic World. . . We have to admit it. " When Madam said this, she did not have the slightest intention of faking it. However, the disciples of Murong family still couldn't accept that the old master had died for no apparent reason.

Xiao Nanfeng was sitting on the ground. The coldness in the snow was bone-piercing, but his heart suddenly warmed up. "You are the one who gave me my life. Sooner or later, I will return it to you. This is the Pugilistic World. "

Mrs. Murong looked at this young and sharp man and revealed a satisfied expression. She lightly nodded and said. "In the Pugilistic World, you know the status of our Murong family. Since the old master of our Murong family was defeated by you, In that case, our Murong family will definitely reclaim our glory from you in the future. "

"That makes sense!" Xiao Nanfeng replied coldly. He held the blade in his hand once again, but he did not want to use the blade. Instead, he wanted to support his body, which was forced to stand up.

"So, do you still need to be here tonight?" The lady asked lightly. There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"No need. " Xiao Nanfeng shook his head. He used the knife to kill and supported his body. He limped into the crowd and walked towards the door.

The disciples of Murong family angrily threw the knives in their hands onto the ground and lowered their heads dejectedly. Xiao Nanfeng walked to Murong Ying's corpse and suddenly stopped. He bowed to the old man and walked into the cold wind again.

It was early in the morning. The snow had stopped, and the wind had not stopped. The bone-piercing cold wind was like a woman with a big mouth. In an instant, the news of Murong Ying's death spread across the entire Gusu. The world couldn't help but be shaken. Those who were on good terms with the Murong family sighed. Those who had a grudge with the Murong family were complacent.

All of this had nothing to do with Xiao Nanfeng. He returned to the forest once again, and the plum blossoms fell to the ground. The bright red plum blossoms were like the bright red blood from last night, dyeing the entire land red with snow.

Xiao Nanfeng stood upright under a Labyrinth Plum Flower. The branches of the Labyrinth Plum were full of fresh flowers. Only in such a cold weather could the Labyrinth Plum fully display its fragrance. There was a small stone platform in the forest. On the stone platform, there was an ancient zither. The zither's strings seemed to echo the Sheng Ge from last night, but it was already filled with the fragrance of the plum blossoms.

It was the lingering fragrance of the plum blossoms, accompanied by the faint sound of the zither. It flowed into Xiao Nanfeng's heart. The girl leaned against the stone platform, her eyes staring at the loneliness in the distance. It was as gentle as the stars in the sky. The scarf on her wrist blew gently in the cold wind. Her lips were slightly red. Her figure was far more beautiful than this graceful plum tree, and her body fragrance was also overshadowed by the fragrance of the plum blossom.

The young girl slowly stood up. Her delicate hand pulled out from her snow white clothes and rested on Xiao Nanfeng's shoulder. A fragrance assailed his nose. Xiao Nanfeng was somewhat drunk. He did not expect this woman to give him another pot of wine as promised, because he did not fulfill the promise he made to this woman.

There was no wine, but Xiao Nanfeng was drunk. He was intoxicated by the woman's body fragrance and was immersed in the dancing plum blossoms.

Dugu Ming had always been an independent woman. She was never sentimental and would never be trapped by emotions.

"I heard that you killed someone last night?" Dugu Ming's fingertips had already slowly cut across Xiao Nanfeng's firm back.

"That's right. I killed more than one. " Xiao Nanfeng said lightly.

"Oh? Should I prepare a pot of wine for you?" Dugu Ming's voice carried a hint of teasing, but the corners of her eyes seemed to show her dissatisfaction.

"No need! I killed someone, but I did not kill the person you wanted to kill. " Xiao Nanfeng's words were like steel nails as he spoke word by word.

Dugu Ming suddenly took a few steps back and left the elegant fragrance in the air. Xiao Nanfeng took a deep breath again and the new wave could not help but surge.

"Since that's the case, could it be that I found the wrong person?" Dugu Ming said lightly.

Xiao Nanfeng could not bear the impulse in his heart any longer. He pulled the delicate Dugu Ming into his arms and squeezed her slim waist hard. A strong fragrance melted his entire heart. "No, if I can't kill someone. . . No one in the Gusu will be able to kill him. "

Dugu Ming's face suddenly turned red. She twisted her waist and struggled free from Xiao Nanfeng's rough hands.

The hands of a knife user were often rough. This kind of hand could hold a knife, but it was absolutely not allowed to hold a woman's waist, let alone such a slender woman.

"What's wrong? You don't believe me?" Xiao Nanfeng still wanted to come up, but Dugu Ming pushed him away. Although the force of the push was not heavy, it was cold enough to push Xiao Nanfeng thousands of miles away.