Chapter 50

The sea of bamboos was green and white. Tens of thousands of bamboos stood on the surface of the snow. The thick snow had bent the main branches of the bamboos, making them look like fully drawn bows.

Heavy snow was falling, and the bamboo forest was dense. The ground in the sea of bamboos was dim. Ning Qing Ye was wearing a bamboo cape. Her embroidered shoes were stepping on two bamboos. She stood quietly among the dense bamboo leaves. Her face was covered with a black cloth. She held her breath and tried her best to hide the white mist she breathed.

At the end of her vision, a few figures were approaching. Ning Qing Ye narrowed her eyes slightly and clenched her frozen right hand. The long sword hidden among the bamboo leaves made the bamboo leaves rustle slightly.

The main purpose of sneaking into the Dragon Cry Pavilion was to take back the sword in her hand. The sword was called Sorrow of Spring. It was the sword that her mother used to roam Jianghu.

More than ten years ago, her mother was like an ordinary Jianghu person. She traveled the world and made friends with heroes. She didn't know when her mother came to Chang 'an. She wanted to go to the small shop that sold the world's strongest wine. However, she met a scholar who was squatting in an alley and selling calligraphy. In order to sell a piece of calligraphy, he kept talking to her mother for an hour.

Later … the scholar failed the imperial examinations. He angrily wrote an article to scold the imperial court, causing big trouble. Somehow, her mother ran to save the scholar. The two of them wandered the Jianghu and became fugitives …

Ning Qing Ye only knew this. She didn't hear anyone talk about what happened next. She had seen the father in name a few times. Each time, he quarreled with her mother and they parted on bad terms.

Ten years ago, during the 'Iron Eagle Hunting Deer', the mother and daughter who were hiding in the deep mountains of Sichuan were finally found. Her mother risked her life to send her out, and then she died under Zhang Xiang's knife.

Compared to Zhang Xiang, Qing Ye hated the man who abandoned his wife and daughter even more. Her mother wore the hairpin that the man gave her before she died. She was buried in the mountains for ten years, but the man didn't come to pay his respects.

Rub rub …

The sound of footsteps on the snow was getting closer and closer.

Ning Qing Ye came back to her senses. Her cold eyes became sharper.

No matter what, Zhang Xiang and the man had to die. Today was a rare opportunity. She had to grasp it.

This time, she prepared in the bamboo forest for a few days. She remembered the position of every bamboo. She knew Chu Chu well.



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The two Wolf Guards unsheathed their Goose Feather Sabers and slowly walked past the bamboo forest with their backs against each other. They also raised their heads to take a look, but Ning Qingye's disguise was so good that he almost blended into the dense bamboo leaves that they didn't notice him.

After two Wolf Guards explored the way, Zhang Xiang walked over slowly with his hand on the saber at his waist. His breath was very steady. He was always paying attention to the movement around him.

However, in this murderous environment, there was a discordant conversation.

"Xu Buling, why are you here? Let me tell you in advance, if you get a nice animal later, it belongs to me. I will give it to Empress Dowager. She was angry just now … "

The one who spoke was First Young Master Xiao.

Xu Buling walked slowly with a long sword at his waist. In order to pretend to be a son of an aristocratic family who came to join in the fun, he was quite friendly to Xiao Ting.

"What did you say to make Empress Dowager angry?"

Xiao Ting sighed. "It's all because of you. I wrote the poem 'Tiredness combing hair at night' as' comb '… But I don't think it's a problem. Think about it, a gloomy woman is so tired at night that she doesn't even have the energy to comb her hair. She must be lacking in compassion. As long as you press her down on the bed … ahem … I promise she won't make a fuss, don't you think? "

Xu Buling frowned and pondered for a while before he nodded.

Xiao Ting did not expect Xu Buling to agree with his words. He was stunned for a moment before he acted like he was a kindred spirit. He looked around and whispered,

"Xu Buling, you have been in Chang 'an for more than a year. Have you ever been to a brothel? Do you want me to bring you …"

Ruof —

His sword split into three parts, and a cold glare appeared on the snowy ground.

Xiao Ting quickly shut up.

Zhang Xiang, who was walking in front, looked back and pondered for a while before he said softly,

"Crown Prince Xu's murderous aura is very strong. Young people with too much murderous aura will harm their minds. You need to hide it."

This was the conclusion of past masters. It was difficult for a tyrannical person to achieve great things. Being as still as a mountain, as calm as water, and as thunderous as thunder was the best choice.

Xu Buling already knew this. He was just trying to scare people. He nodded slightly, put away his sword, and said casually,

"How good is Lord Zhang's martial arts?"

Zhang Xiang was the most loyal guard of the current emperor. He was a man of sacrifice when he was young and only entered the official career later. He was not a talkative person. Hearing this, he thought for a while.

"Those who can take three strikes from me are all famous in the world. You can be considered to have reached a higher level."

Xiao Ting was quite interested in this and interrupted, "Do you mean that those who can withstand three strikes from Lord Zhang are considered experts?"

Zhang Xiang nodded.

Xiao Ting's eyes lit up. He opened his hands excitedly and said, "Xu Buling, lend me your sword."

Xu Buling did not allow Zhang Xiang to refuse. He threw the sword out.

Xiao Ting caught the sword and pulled it out in a very imposing manner. He jogged forward in the wind and snow and pounced on Zhang Xiang.

"Lord Zhang, take this!"

Zhang Xiang's eyes were full of helplessness. But the son of the prime minister wanted to exchange blows with him. He could not just say, "Do you think you are worthy?" He could only raise the scabbard symbolically to attack.

Xu Buling's sword was the famous "Revealing Gall" recorded in the history books. It could cut through iron as if it was mud. Normal iron weapons could not withstand it at all.

Zhang Xiang loved sabers. Naturally, he did not want to use the scabbard to block. The scabbard in his hand seemed to stick to the sword. It moved back and forth and stuck close to the blade. No matter how Xiao Ting swung the sword, he could not touch Zhang Xiang at all. There was not even the sound of metal clashing.

The two Wolf Guards in front did not notice anything strange. They let down their guard and looked back with interest.

For Xiao Ting, three strikes was three strikes. It would be over soon. Zhang Xiang also knew what this noble young master was thinking. He immediately pushed away the sword and cupped his fists while holding the saber. He was ready to say something.

The action of cupping one's fists while holding the saber was obviously not suitable for drawing the saber.

At this moment, a mournful sword hum rang out in the green and white bamboo sea!

Swish —

The bamboo leaves scattered like the rustling of the evening rain.

Everyone looked up in shock. They saw a man and a sword descend from the sky above the sea of bamboo.

The cold light shocked the wind and snow. The sword qi reached the nine heavens!

This sword almost made the sea of bamboo lose its color …