The door opened, light spilled out from the tavern, intersecting with the darkness of the street. The voices and laughter rose and fell like the tide, the figures coming and going were like ghosts, carrying their own thoughts and forgetting to take another look, brushing past each other.
Faintly, there seemed to be a wisp of fragrance, faint and dark, like the twists and turns of life.
He carried the wine jug, looking ahead, into the deep night, walking alone, not looking at the person beside him. That slender figure, when she pushed open the door and entered, the door swayed, the light and shadow intertwined. After a moment of time, her figure stopped at the door, imprinted in her eyes was the lively scene of the bright lights in the room.
She was deep in thought, the light shone on her face, reflecting a dazzling luster, like she was immersed in the memories of the past.
She frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, after a moment, she suddenly turned and pushed open the door again.
The long street was long, the tide of people surged in the darkness, like there were ghosts walking in the night. She looked up, searching for the figure that brushed past her that made her heart jump.
That figure was somewhat strange, but also seemed exceptionally familiar.
… …
Lu Chen carried the wine jug and walked on the dark street, his arms swaying slightly, the wine jug in his hand also swaying, the fine wine in the jug occasionally emitting a soft sound. He walked past a few streets, and when he saw the Xi Ma Bridge in the distance, he suddenly stopped.
He looked up at the night sky, the clouds were dense, there was no starlight, causing the earth to be dark in the night. Only a unique city like the Immortal City could still shine like a jewel in such a night.
He picked up a jug of wine and drank a mouthful, the fine wine rolled down his throat, there was a burning pleasure.
The night wind slowly blew, he stood where he was and thought for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked in another direction.
Behind him, the darkness swayed, occasionally a figure walked by, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at his back, and after a while, a dark figure walked out from the dark street, standing at the place where Lu Chen had just stood.
In the darkness, the person's face could not be seen clearly, only that she turned to look in the direction Lu Chen left, and inadvertently looked back at the Xi Ma Bridge not far away.
On this night, Lu Chen was a bit like a wandering ghost, walking alone in this brightly lit city, walking on the darkest street, all the way to the butcher's shop he had come to a few days ago.
The butcher called Rui Xiaotian had long escaped, and he did not know where he went. He still remembered that there was a blooming peach tree in that house, and of course, there was a dark and mysterious but actually empty secret passage under the tree.
He went around to the back of the house that had become a "haunted house" and jumped over the wall. When he landed, there was no sound. In the darkness of the night, the house was as cold as ever. The ground was still messy. After not seeing it for a few days, it seemed that there was an even more desolate and decadent atmosphere in the surroundings.
Only the peach tree in the courtyard, even in this late night, was still in full bloom, showing vitality, and a faint fragrance floated in the night wind.
Lu Chen glanced around, then went straight to the peach tree, the entrance to the secret passage under the tree was still open, dark, like a big mouth of a demon.
…
A dark figure flew out of the night, swept over the high wall, and stared at the courtyard below for a moment, only to see only silence. The courtyard was quiet, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and there was no one else in sight.
The figure paused for a moment, then fell from the wall, like a falling leaf, quietly, blending in with the darkness, only a pair of clear and bright eyes shining like gems in the darkness.
In the untended courtyard, the grass and wildflowers seemed to grow uncontrollably, some places even almost reaching the ankles, and the air was filled with a much stronger smell of grass than usual. A wind swept through the darkness, and the grass slightly rose and fell, making rustling sounds.
She frowned slightly, subconsciously feeling that something was strange, so she looked around even more vigilantly, and finally her eyes fell on the most conspicuous and most beautiful peach tree in the courtyard.
The peach blossoms on the tree were like snow falling in the darkness, sparkling.
She slowly walked over, the surroundings were still quiet, not a single person, not the slightest movement.
There was flat ground under the tree, and a little further, it was the entrance to the dark secret passage that suddenly appeared on the ground. The person who came later stopped, looking at the secret passage, as if hesitating whether to go in or not, another gust of night wind blew over.
The peach tree trembled, and the peach blossoms on the tree swayed. It was as beautiful as a grand snowfall. She couldn't help but look up. A falling petal was reflected in her crystal clear eyes, shining brightly.
Then, the sound of the wind suddenly became violent, and a black shadow suddenly pounced out, like a roaring magical beast, sweeping away all the beauty in an instant, shattering the petal. A bunch of black flames coldly and mercilessly spewed out from the darkness, chopping down towards her head.
She gave a light shout and took a step back. She didn't see how she moved, but a bright and dazzling light appeared out of nowhere in her hand. It was a cloudy night with no stars or moon, but the moment she pulled out her sword, it was as if a bright moon had suddenly risen and shone into the desolate and dilapidated courtyard.
The moonlight was like water, the sword essence like the cool autumn, a sword cut through the darkness, as if it instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness, broke through the cold wind, and directly faced the black fire, bringing with it an unstoppable brilliance.
The sword light illuminated the man's face, somewhat cold, somewhat weathered, and also a bit of sudden surprise. The black fire in the sword light flickered. Although it was messy, it was not extinguished. The black dagger accurately found its target in the dazzling sword shadows and hit the tip of the longsword that was as bright as autumn water.
"Clang …"
A clear and melodious sound echoed in the courtyard. Two figures intertwined, and the fierce and violent power roared like a ferocious beast. It was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins and was about to devour someone, thirsting for the taste of blood.
Their faces were reflected in the light of the sword.
The blades crossed, one stabbing at the chest, the other at the throat.
The wind howled mournfully, but then suddenly stopped. The light suddenly brightened, and then became silent. The darkness returned.
The peach tree was still swaying, countless petals falling, like the last cold snow.
Then, the two figures stopped.
In the darkness, there was the sound of quiet breathing, the sound of a gentle heartbeat in the chest, a familiar gaze, a familiar face, and a strange and cold sword against the chest and throat.
Lu Chen looked at Su Qingjun, who stood quietly in front of him, who seemed to grow more beautiful in the darkness. He sighed softly and said, "So it is you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked down and felt a coldness in front of his chest. That cold sword had pierced through his clothes and into his chest.
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