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It was a beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, and they met again when the flowers were falling.

In the peach tree forest, a girl and a young girl were reading the poem as they walked.

The poetry of Tang Shi Du Fu was indeed extraordinary. With just a few words, he was able to make the world feel cold. Even after hundreds of years of reading, he still felt that the life of an artiste was extremely difficult.

She read it softly, mournfully. He could hear her grief, because, as she read, she actually began to cry, moaning and crying.

His mouth was still full of the words "We meet again …" Meeting the Lord … His voice was intermittent and his thoughts were getting smaller. It sounded like raindrops falling under the eaves after a long time. The sound of his voice sounded like someone about to die.

Suddenly, she stopped and shouted: "Feng Jun, come out! Why don't you dare to come out! " Then it became quiet again. Her voice suddenly became soft as she said, "If you don't want to come out, then why …" She was drunk and her voice was shaky.

The surroundings were very quiet. No one answered.

She was under the largest and tallest peach tree.

With a flick of her hand, the black wine jar emitted a "Hua La" sound. The aged woman was of high quality and the wine aroma overflowed in all directions.

She seemed angry, more like she'd taken a blow. Judging from her appearance, she didn't look like one. She really didn't look like one.

Long black hair, two golden hairpins, black gauze and black boots. If not for the hazy grayish-white color, it would have been hard to see her face. It was an eighteen year old face, with a face like powder and looked extremely beautiful. Her well-proportioned face was covered with tears, but the tears could not stop her natural beauty.

She did not stand or sit, she knelt, she chose to lie on her back, flat on her back, in the tears, the sky black clouds, the twilight, like a handkerchief dipped in a few drops of ink.

It was already the third fragment of the night. The previously gray sky had turned into a stormy sea of clouds.

Darkness devoured everything here.

The peach tree and the man were at the top of a small hill.

The hill was at the Peach Blossom Dock in Suzhou, Jiangnan.

Peach Blossom Dock was a crimson colored cloud in the southern region of the Yangtze River. The scenery was particularly beautiful. Although it was far from the original location of the martial arts forest, it was still very famous. As a result, there would often be rich and powerful people who succeeded, court eunuchs, Scholars, and elites who came here to "support" the situation. Many of them came here to play, trade, amuse and seek revenge.

The most famous were not the peach blossoms, but rather the fact that a famous "killer", a "professional killer", had walked the martial arts world and killed more than a hundred scum of the martial arts world, robbers, tyrants, officials, and other people who deserved to be punished but had not received any rewards.

It was already very strange for a killer to be not for money, not for justice, not for women, but even weirder to not let the people of the world know of his existence. The strangest thing was that the killer didn't have a name, but he always left behind a piece of paper after each incident: A swordsman meets his master.

People in the martial arts world called it the Killer, so they used the Japanese Fusang's name: Swordsman Meeting the King.

A swordsman meeting a sovereign was notoriously "shouldn't" – it meant that he would not appear when it was right for him to appear, but would instead appear when it wasn't right for him to appear.

This was his bad habit. Didn't that mean that everyone had a bad habit?

Now, someone had come to find him.

The woman had said that she would "meet the king" under the tallest peach tree, but now he didn't want anyone to come looking for him.

Rumor had it that he had "died" in the martial arts world, but this woman still wanted to find him. She didn't believe it. She knew that the swordsman had met his death, but he had not been buried, not even his corpse, but it had been a long time since he had last walked in the martial world. If she counted carefully, it must have been at least five years ago when he lost his hand due to her pestering him, and he had never appeared again.

Weird, the killer has been buried under the ground for five years and should have been forgotten by now. Why would there still be people coming to see him? But? Someone had been here before!

The black-clothed woman took out a fire piston and lit it with a 'pa' sound.

There was a grave under the peach tree, and a mound of earth, and grass growing. There was a white piece of paper hanging obliquely on the grave tablet. A line of blood-colored words was written there: "Feng Jun. What should I do?" Sima Lin. At the bottom was a porcelain cup filled with red blood. The blood had congealed, and beside it was a burnt candle.

The woman glanced sideways and thought, "Sima Lin, you came earlier than me?" She thought for a moment, then cried again, her voice a little louder.

It was very dark and she could see nothing but darkness. The wind was cold, and her heart was even colder.

"You promised me that when the peach blossoms blossomed, you would appear. You didn't keep your promise …" Breach... "Sob, sob, sob …" He spoke very slowly, very slowly, like a mountain of weeping spring water. "Feng Jun. You are an assassin. How can you know other women?" "Sob, sob …" In such circumstances, anyone would feel pity and heartache, but no one in the grave would be moved.

She knew that the swordsman was in the tomb, and that he would hear her from inside.

On the grave, there was no name. The book said: After the death of the killer, the monolith had no name, so it could last forever.

A woman was lying in front of the grave in the middle of the night, crying. The situation was very miserable, it was most likely a lover. It was obvious at a glance.

Young people, love, a chicken die, a chicken cry, so normal!