Chapter 135: You’re a welcome sight.

The gray man was about double ten years old, with clear features, and a crescent-shaped dimple on his left cheek, a small vertical indentation that tugged between words, vaguely transmitting a few hints of naivety and sweetness. However, his amber-colored eyes are emotionless, like the vertical pupil of a cold-blooded animal.

When he saw Jing Hongchou, the ripples of the cold pool in his eyes flickered and quickly returned to calm, “Senior brother, long time no see.”

He was the cold pool, Jing Hongchou was the dead glacier, indifferently saying, “They sent you?”

The gray man did not answer, slightly tilted his head to scrutinize him, “Senior brother looks, with the previous seems a little different …… free and easy days, is not it very good?”

Jing Hongchou gripped one hand on the hilt of his sword and stared at the crane bone flute between his fingers, “No need for nonsense, make a move. Old rules, loser dies, winner leaves.”

The man in gray suddenly smiled. The smile extended from the corners of his mouth to his pearly edges, but it never reached his eyes, and his entire face became apparent as a cutout. “I’m no match for Senior Brother, so why should I seek my own death? When Senior Brother left the Seven Slaughter Camp without authorization, it was tantamount to betraying the division. The pursuers sent out by the camp master all died under your sword, so how can I, Fuyin, kill you?”

After a slight pause, he spoke again, “Besides, you and I are always different from the next master and brother, so why would we go to the point where you die and I live.”

Once the words came out, Jing Hongchou felt that the true qi around Fuyin was like the wind stopping and snow stopping, and even loosened up to the point where he could take the other party’s head as soon as he lifted his hand. This kind of gateway is wide open, almost showing weakness and submissive behavior, let Jing Hongchou heart touched.

–The last time I saw Fuyin show weakness was during a “compulsion fight” at the Seven Killers camp.

Compulsion Fighting, as the name suggests, is to use people as compulsion, and each squad fights each other until a winner is decided who is the most tenacious, cold, and knows how to kill.

The Hidden Sword Sect recruits rootless drifters from all over the world, orphans, changed citizens and even wanted criminals, as long as they realize that they have no way out, they can join it, and there is almost no restriction on entry. However, after practicing Kung Fu and Sword Technique, they have to be sent to the Seven Killings Camp to meet the harsh layers of selection, and the only result of being eliminated is death.

Until one obtains the Seven Killings Token, one can become a true Hidden Sword Sect disciple and carry out orders from the camp master.

Hidden Sword Sect Master is the teaching master of all the disciples, is a stooped, back Luo pot white-haired old man, teaching is the sword, but never saw him use the sword, no sword on the body, I do not know whether it is back to the basics, or will only be on paper.

And the seven kill camp master is even more mysterious, appearing always a red robe, face with a mask, no one has seen his real face, even men and women can not be distinguished.

The Hidden Sword Sect disciple’s Nightmare Charm technique was acquired in the Seven Slayers Camp.

That “compulsion fight” Fuyin almost died, is because the nightmare charm launched when a mistake, overheated into the devil, into the “blood pupil”.

Once a Hidden Sword Sect disciple enters the Blood Pupil state, he will have a drastic change in temperament, berserking like a beast, and if the retrograde true qi fails to return to the meridians, he will eventually die of epilepsy.

The “blood pupil” who went crazy, ninety-nine percent can no longer wake up, can only be reduced to obedient to the murder of puppets, in the fight to the death of the last drop of blood.

Blood pupil floating sound killed his own team, but in the final battle against “Wu Ming” defeat, and miraculously regained his sanity. He spat out blood and pulled Wu Ming’s clothes with difficulty: “Senior brother, give me a pain in the ass …….”

He was the only one in the entire Hidden Sword Sect who called Wu Ming “Senior Brother”.

Jing Hong chased his alias “Wu Ming”, when he first joined the Hidden Sword Sect, he was fifteen years old with aging bones, and he was unruly and unruly, but had never practiced any martial arts. No one was optimistic about his future, and they all thought he would be eliminated in the first round of selection.

Fuyin was two years younger than him, but half a year earlier than him, when the sword art had already become a small success. According to reason, Wu Ming should call Fuyin “senior brother” – although the Hidden Sword Sect is highly competitive, the so-called master and brother is a complete joke, and no one will call out on weekdays, are called each other aliases.

But somehow, Fuyin is optimistic about this new cannon fodder, several times secretly give him convenience. Later, Wu Ming with a hand of “nameless sword” rise against the odds, become one of the best experts in the door, Fuyin privately called him “senior brother”.

There can only be one victor in a “compulsion fight”, and if Wu Ming doesn’t kill Fuyin, he’ll have to die himself.

The moment the tip of the sword was about to pierce Fuyin’s brow, Wu Ming suddenly said to the watching battalion master, “How many people has the battalion master seen who have regained their senses from their bloody pupils?”

The camp owner did not respond.

Wu Ming asked again, “Isn’t he a good subject for study?”

The camp master finally broke the silence, his voice echoing dully within the bronze mask, inaudible to both men and women, “Not bad.”

These two words determined whether Floyd Sound would live or die.

He survived, was organized into another squad, and rarely saw Wu Ming thereafter.

It wasn’t until another year had passed, after Wu Ming had become the most outstanding assassin in the Seven Kill Camp, that Fuyin heard that he had defected.

On the boulder on the mountainside, Fuyin turned the bone flute leisurely between his fingers and sat down cross-legged. With a floating, sweet smile, he said to Jing Hongchou, “The Hidden Sword Sect is finished.”

A hint of color swept across the bottom of Jing Hongchu’s eyes.

“Isn’t it ridiculous to be too greedy, too ambitious, to try to swallow an elephant with a snake, only to have the elephant stomp on you?”

Jing Hongchou had long guessed that the Hidden Sword Sect was a tool, and even the Seven Killings Battalion was just a tool, maneuvered in the hands of some deep-seated power or figure, like the tip of an iceberg exposed on the surface of the sea.

Floating sound said: “the holy decree, the power of the country as the wind swept away the clouds, district a hidden sword door, where can escape the siege. Disciples under the door almost dead, have escaped was also pulled out one by one.

“The Sect Leader is also dead – he still had real kung fu, reaching the realm of ‘No Sword, No Self’, it’s fortunate that you and I didn’t listen to the instigation of the other disciples to easily challenge him in the first place. However, even the most powerful kung fu can’t stand up to an army of firearms from the Tianji Battalion.”

Jing Hong pursued, “What about the Seven Killers Battalion?”

“Those with obvious involvement with the Hidden Sword Sect are dead, and the rest are in hiding. The camp master is nowhere to be seen either, but I know he’s still alive, probably gathering up the remnants of the Chivalrous Assassins and biding his time. Now that everyone is on their own, there will be no one left to hunt you down, and no one cares where I go.”

Fuyin took a deep breath of the cold night breeze from the mountains, and seemed to experience a coziness she had never felt before, and asked again, “Isn’t it nice to be free?”

Jing Hongchou slowly loosened the hilt of his sword and replied, “Yes.”

Fuyin gouged the holes in the bone flute with her fingertips and raised her eyes to look at him, “Elder brother, you can take me in.”

Jing Hongchou said without hesitation, “No.”

“Why? I’m not in your way, and I don’t want you to pay for my support, and I can even be a helper for you. I just want to find a safe backing, with my back against a big tree, so that I won’t be the next time the imperial court kills the remnants and it really gets to my head.”

Jing Hongchou’s face chilled as he said grimly, “I can’t be your backer!”

Fuyin flicked her bone flute and smiled, “The lord behind you can. Why don’t you ask him for me if he accepts disciples?”

Jing Hong chased his sword blade out of its sheath, and his collected murderous aura was released again, pointing straight at him, “No charge! You leave immediately.”

“You’re afraid I’ll implicate him? But you are a member of the Hidden Sword Sect, aren’t you afraid? The government has posted a notice in every state and county, stating that ‘Anyone who has a close relationship with the Hidden Sword Sect, no matter if they are a member of a powerful family or a jianghu power, will be criminalized’, do you know that?”

“You threaten me?” Jing Hong chased the killing aura.

Fuyin remained unresisting and sighed softly, ”I am pleading with you. Senior brother, the rain is pouring down, you have a big umbrella, what’s the harm in covering me? I’ve helped you before, you’ve saved me before, this time it’s just like mutual help, help me through a difficult time, can’t you?

“If you don’t want me to disturb that lord, I will never appear before him to let him know of my presence; and if you are inconvenienced for a moment or two, I can take over the guard’s duties for a while, and only ask for a little shelter in return, can’t I?”

Jing Hongchou pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice, “No. I won’t let him have anything to do with danger, and if this danger comes from me, I will go if necessary.”

Facing Fuyin’s disappointed look, he added, “If you really have nowhere to go, I’ll point out a place for you to temporarily hide from the wind.”

Fuyin got up and took two steps closer – and only two steps closer – and on the third step he felt the pushback in Jing Hong’s chasing of his externalized true qi. He stopped in disbelief and blew a lilting melody.

Jing Hongchou heard the gratitude in the flute’s voice and said faintly, ”There is no need to contact me in the future if there is nothing to do. You and I are still masters and brothers. If you have any ill will towards me, or towards His Excellency, then we will see life and death under the sword.”

“Shifu is always so cold.” In a lighter tone, Floyd said of the complaint, “Which comfort zone are you pointing me to?”

Jing Hong chased after him and tugged at the corner of his mouth, “–Yu Wang Fu.”

–

Hot springs white mist dense. Su Yan only soaked for more than a quarter of an hour, the body on the qi and blood active, forehead slightly sweat, even if the chest exposed to the water, by the waxing moon cold wind blowing, also do not feel cold.

My brain was dizzy, as if it had been melted by hot water, and my concentration was a little lax.

He didn’t expect that he, who was accustomed to soaking in hot springs in his previous life, would get seasick in this life after changing his shell. I should have known that I shouldn’t have been too big at the beginning, not even doing the acclimatization process, and just soak my whole body directly.

Su Yan wanted to sit on the rocks by the pool to cool off before continuing. It was getting dark and couldn’t soak for long.

I had just swum twice when I suddenly felt a slight and eerie scent behind me, and my wet hair seemed to be lifted by the wind in a wisp.

He looked back alertly, and it was clear that he was the only one in the spring pool.

…… What is the situation, illusion? Su Yan shook his head slightly, getting even more dizzy.

He stood up holding onto the warm rocks at the edge of the pool, and the water level dropped to just below his waist. The chill hit him and he took a deep breath, feeling his mind clear.

There was a small fish under the water that was circling his backside, a little light touch, if anything, on the skin ……

Where is the fish in the hot spring! Su Yan suddenly reacted and stood still, murmuring, “I always feel a bit strange, could it be the Plum Fairy manifesting her spirit? Fairy sister, if you see that I can be made, why don’t you enlighten me?”

As he mouthed the words, he reached out and took hold of the old plum branch that reached above the pool and shook it vigorously.

Countless plums shook off the branches, fluttering like a goose-yellow snow, obscuring people’s vision. Su Yan seized the opportunity to grab the rocks on the bank and climbed out of the spring pool on his hands and knees, at the same time letting out a warning –

Before the scream could rush out, it was muffled back into his throat by a palm reaching from behind, another hand circling his waist and yanking him toward the pool water.

Su Yan was shocked and angry, full of shit, cursing the dozens of brocade guards outside are pigs, clear a fart of the field! The person who attacked him also do not know is looking for a gap to sneak in, or originally lurked in the spring pool.

He fought and struggled, provoking a crash of water, and a deliberately disguised, gravelly, hoarse voice in his ear said, “Don’t move, don’t scream, or I’ll rape you!”

Su Yan froze.

Oooh, that’s a familiar threat.

It’s still a really fun routine.

His back was forced against the man’s bare . Naked chest, steadied himself, stopped struggling, and patted the back of the hand over his mouth, signaling the other man to let go.

The other party didn’t cover his mouth anymore, his fingers turned to rubbing on his eyebrows and cheeks, and his other arm was still tightly wrapped around his waist. Su Yan gasped, “No wonder Gao Shuo was so eager to lure me towards the ‘Plum Fairy Soup’, it turns out that he had already colluded with you to set me up here.”

The man behind him laughed lowly, “My humble servant has come to receive Lord Su.”

Su Yan grabbed the fingers roaming on her face and bit down hard as if she was venting her anger: “Not even come to send it, want you to pick it up!”