Aoyama

Chapter 214: Raising the Sword, Sword Form

Under the moonlight, on the roof.

Chen Ji looked at the Emei Spear in his hand, and then at the Emei Spear in the hand of the assassin in black...

As early as when Yunyang and Jiaotu wanted to kill him, he had said that there was a chivalrous man in the world who was good at using the Emei Spear and was determined to avenge Prince Jing.

Chen Ji kept this in mind and planned to pin the blame for General Wang's death on the owner of the Emei Spear. But he never expected that the other party would also come.

The black-clad assassin was not wearing a mask, and the black hat on his head fell off during the fight...it turned out to be a woman.

Chen Ji held his breath and looked over, only to see that the black-clad assassin was about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. He had a pretty face but already looked weathered, like the Peony Stone Bridge over the Luo River, having experienced decades of wind and rain.

The other person's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had cried countless times, crying himself to sleep and waking up crying.

On the long bluestone street, a black-clad assassin was confronting more than a dozen thousand-year-old soldiers. The assassin moved to the left, and the soldiers also moved to the left together to form a net, attracting each other's energy and looking for each other's flaws.

Under the eaves, General Wang gritted his teeth and propped himself up. He did not pull out the Emei spear from his shoulder socket, but drew the sword from his waist and said coldly: "Su Zhou, I understand that you want to avenge the prince, but why do you think I betrayed the prince? I have been loyal to the prince all these years, how could I have made any mistakes?"

A female assassin named "Su Zhou" holding the Emei Spear in one hand.

Her eyes, red from crying, slowly scanned every soldier of the Qiansui Army: "The prince taught me that when judging a person, don't look at what he says, just look at what he does. The Qiansui Army is the prince's direct line, and the prince is gone, and you are still fine. Isn't it enough to prove that you are traitors?"

General Wang's face turned grim and he tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

Su Zhou gently turned the Emei Spear in his hand upside down, bent down and raised it in front of him, like the barb on the arm of a mantis.

She sneered, "Wang Chongli, when you were shot in the back by an arrow outside Liuzhou City, it was the prince who carried you into the city. He begged for mercy and finally found a hermit pharmacist to treat you. He then found a way to practice Qingyang swordsmanship for you from the Jianghu. The sword in your hand was given to you by him when you were promoted to lieutenant general. When the prince was looking for someone to forge this sword, he took great pains to find meteorite iron from the inner court and visited the sword master of Cangzhou three times. Have you forgotten all this?"

"Wu Yong, when you were a foot soldier, the shoes the Quartermaster General issued to you didn't fit your feet. Your feet were worn out after marching seventy miles. The prince gave you his shoes."

"Gou Lintao, you were just a nobody in the martial arts world back then. Your father's cultivation path was coveted by others and he was poisoned to death. The prince avenged you and took back your cultivation path, but now you are repaying kindness with hatred."

On the bluestone road, Su Zhou's words were loud and clear, and each word was as hard as iron.

She was actually acquaintances with the thousand-year-old military confidants. She called out their names one by one and knew their resumes like the back of her hand.

A soldier was silent for a long time before speaking: "Aunt Su, we didn't harm the prince."

Su Zhou asked in a deep voice: "I ask you to kneel in the City God Temple and swear by your parents with your blood that if you betray the prince, the City God will go to the underworld to take you away. Do you dare?"

The soldiers unconsciously clenched their swords, but no one dared to agree.

Chen Ji was lying on the roof listening in confusion. Was it because the people of Ning Dynasty were superstitious and therefore did not dare to swear, or was it that the blood oath in the City God Temple was really effective?

At this time, General Wang said slowly: "The reason why we are still alive is to keep our bodies useful to avenge him and wait for an opportunity to kill the eunuchs. We did not betray the prince, it was the bastard of the Chen family named Chen Ji who betrayed the prince."

Su Zhou sneered: "Do you really think I will believe you if you throw dirty water on a junior apprentice? No matter, I will kill you and him too. After killing you, I will kill him, all of them!"

General Wang gritted his teeth and said, "Crazy woman, are you crazy?"

Su Zhou's eyes were like the abyss: "I am indeed crazy."

General Wang looked down at the Emei Spear on his shoulder, then he trembled his right wrist slightly and the long sword in his hand made a clanging sound: "Do you really think you can kill so many of us? I let you go in the past for the sake of the prince, do you really think you are some great hero?"

Su Zhou's voice came out from between his teeth: "Give it a try."

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed into the armored soldiers.

An armored soldier came over with a knife, but before the knife could hit her, she disappeared from sight.

The soldier felt a sharp pain in his leg and his thigh was pierced by the Emei Spear, and blood was gushing out.

Su Zhou used the Emei Spear to press against his neck, and pulled him back from behind to escape the encirclement. The other soldiers were afraid to take action.

The next moment, Su Zhou stabbed the soldier's chest several times with the Emei Spear in her hand like lightning, and blood spurted out, staining her hands red. "I rushed from the capital for five days and five nights, and killed three horses, but I still didn't get to see the prince for the last time. The first thing I did when I arrived in Luocheng was to find someone to ask what the Qiansui Army did when the prince was imprisoned. Someone told me that the Qiansui Army did nothing."

Su Zhou choked up and said, "I thought I heard it wrong, or that the person I asked didn't know, so I kept asking again and again, fearing that I had wrongly accused you... Could it be that the friendship you had fought side by side for all those years, and the things you said when you drank together, were all false?"

The soldier she held hostage slowly fell down, his eyes dull as he said, "Aunt Su, I'm sorry..."

Su Zhou's eyes flickered for a moment: "Go and apologize to the prince, and tell me what you are doing."

After saying that, she rushed forward again, her every move was erratic. As the saying goes, the waist moves first, the body turns with the steps, the palm changes with the body, the steps follow the palm, the upper and lower parts are connected, and the whole body is one.

The Emei Spear in her hand matched her body shape, like a floating leaf, and it seemed to be invisible. More than a dozen soldiers surrounded her, but they could not catch her figure.

Gradually, an invisible wind appeared beside Su Zhou, pulling the soldiers beside her to sway. The fallen leaves on the ground were swept by the air flow, slowly forming a yin-yang fish pattern.

Just when the Yin-Yang fish was about to take shape, General Wang found the right moment and slashed with his sword, cutting Su Zhou's right arm and breaking the Yin-Yang fish formation.

After General Wang succeeded in his attack, he did not linger in the fight and quickly withdrew from the battle circle: "The prince actually asked that old man Cheng Tinghua to teach you the Eight Trigrams Bao Yuan technique for you."

After saying this, he waved his hand gently, signaling all the soldiers to surround him.

When an armored soldier passed by him, he grabbed the other's arm armor and whispered, "I don't know what level she has reached in Bagua Baoyuan now. You and I may not be her opponents. Go to the South City Gate to call the Luocheng Army to surround her! Quickly!"

The soldier nodded, and while Su Zhou was being surrounded, he jumped on his horse and galloped towards the south gate.

When General Wang was about to draw his sword and fight back, he felt a slight numbness in his left arm.

His face changed, and he lowered his head to tear open the clothes at his shoulder. The place where the Emei spear was nailed on his shoulder socket had turned black and purple, and black lines flowed along the blood, as scary as a spider web.

General Wang dipped his finger in the blood, put it under his nose and sniffed it, his eyes slightly cold: "Sansi? When did you find Sansi from the Huangshan Dao Court Medicine Officer?"

He ran towards Anxi Street with his sword in hand, but after taking two steps he remembered that Taiping Medical Clinic had also been sealed off along with Prince Jing's Mansion.

General Wang thought for two breaths and wanted to get on his horse.

But he was clearly aware that the strength in his body was being drained away bit by bit. In just half an incense stick of time, he didn't even have the strength to mount the horse.

General Wang said hoarsely: "Su Zhou, where is the antidote for 'Sansi'?"

While dealing with the siege of the soldiers, Su Zhou said coldly: "It's not like you haven't seen Sansi before. If you say there is an antidote, it's conscience."

The so-called "Three Departments" are poisons named by Huangshan Dao Court after the Department of Rewarding Good, the Department of Punishing Evil, and the Department of Investigation. If there is nothing to hide, the Three Departments are not only non-toxic, but also a cultivation resource for improving strength and realm; if there is something to hide, it is the world's number one poison.

General Wang pleaded in a low voice: "Su Zhou, I know that Huangshan Dao Court has an antidote. For the sake of the prince, give me the antidote, and I will avenge the prince with you! How can you seek revenge on that poisonous minister alone? He has the twelve zodiac animals, what do you have?"

Su Zhou's heart was as hard as iron: "No need!"

General Wang turned around and stumbled into the dark alley behind him. Su Zhou wanted to catch up, but was surrounded by the soldiers and could not move for a while.

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In the dim alley, the only sounds left were Wang Chongli's footsteps and breathing. Black blood flowed out from his shoulder, down his arm and robe, and dripped onto the ground.

Blue bricks, gray tiles, white walls, the alleys are like a maze.

In a trance, he staggered along, holding onto the wall. It was as if he was back in Liuzhou City. The young Prince Jing carried him through the streets and alleys, asking loudly, "Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor? My brother was wounded by an arrow. If there is a doctor who can treat him, I will reward him with 100 taels of silver!"

He asked weakly on Prince Jing's back: "Prince, will I die?"

Prince Jing laughed loudly: "How can you die? We haven't killed all the bandits yet! Don't close your eyes. When we have killed all the bandits, I will go to His Majesty to ask for rewards for you. I will make you all marquises!"

Wang Chongli murmured, "A title of nobility..."

He seemed to hear the battle song of the Qiansui Army again: "With ten thousand people of one mind, Mount Tai can be shaken. With loyalty and righteousness, our spirits can reach the sky. Report to the emperor and save the people. Kill all the bandits and seek a title..."

Wang Chongli looked back and seemed to see his former comrades passing by him one by one in the alley. Someone patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go and kill the bandits!"

Then, those comrades disappeared one by one at the end of the alley.

Wang Chongli shook his head and rubbed his eyes hard to reduce the double images in his eyes and the fantasies in his mind.

I don’t know how long I walked until I could no longer hear the sound of fighting behind me.

He panted and leaned against the white wall of the alley, gritting his teeth and trying to pull out the Emei Spear, but just when he had pulled it out halfway, a dark shadow fell from the eaves.

One hand pressed on the handle of the Emei Spear and pushed the Emei Spear back!

Wang Chongli felt pain and roared in a low voice.

He looked up at Chen Ji who suddenly fell from the sky. Just as he was about to get angry, he suddenly cried out, "Prince!"

Chen Ji was stunned.

Wang Chongli slowly sat down against the wall, snot and tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I am sorry for you. I am too ashamed to see you again!"

Chen Ji remained silent and looked at the other person quietly.

Wang Chongli wiped away his tears with his sleeves trembling, "But there is nothing I can do. That poisonous minister sent Jiaotu and Yunyang to capture my family and cut off my mother's ten fingers. I can't watch her die. If I don't agree to them, I don't know how many people in Qiansui's army will die. Your Majesty, please forgive us. I will be your slave in my next life..."

Chen Ji whispered: "They also promised you great wealth, right?"

Wang Chongli murmured, "Yes, overwhelming wealth..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chongli's eyes suddenly became clear again.

He looked down at himself, then looked up at Chen Ji. His right hand trembled suddenly, and the Qingyang Sword in his hand straightened the blade and stabbed towards Chen Ji.

But Chen Ji just turned his body slightly and easily avoided the sword.

In an instant, before Wang Chongli could change his sword moves, Chen Ji had already grabbed his right wrist and moved forward.

In a flash, Chen Ji pulled out the Emei Spear from Wang Chongli's shoulder and stabbed him several times. The last strike pierced his heart from under his ribs, causing blood that had already turned black to flow out.

Wang Chongli vomited a mouthful of blood and was breathing in more than out.

Chen Ji said softly: "Everyone makes mistakes, just correct them in the next life."

"That makes sense," Wang Chongli smiled bitterly, his eyes becoming unfocused again.

He did not look at Chen Ji again. His eyes passed over Chen Ji's shoulder and looked at the white wall behind Chen Ji, as if he really saw something.

After a few breaths, he murmured, "Kill all the bandits and get a title... You promised us that we would all be given titles, but why can't we kill all the bandits..."

Chen Ji squatted in front of Wang Chongli, quietly observing the changes in the other's pupils until the pupils completely dilated. A stream of ice flowed out from Wang Chongli's heart and merged into his dantian.

He was silent for a long time: "Wuyun, do you think what he just said was sincere?"

The dark cloud on the roof above my head meowed and replied, "I don't know."

Chen Ji suddenly felt.

Wang Chongli’s loyalty when he followed Prince Jing that year was real, his laughter was real, his drunkenness was real, and the sunset and sunrise were also real.

But life is like this. No matter how beautiful something is, it will no longer be spectacular after a long time.

Chen Ji stood up and said softly, "Let's go home."

Just as he stood up to leave, he looked back in surprise.

In the alley, the Qingyang Sword in Wang Chongli's hand was burning and was burned inch by inch by the blazing flames.

The fire was as bright as the blazing sun, lighting up the night sky inch by inch, and making the neighborhood as bright as day.

Clang!
The sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The sound of a sword being unsheathed, as if it had been dormant for ten thousand years, resounded through heaven and earth. In the neighborhood, hundreds of dogs barked and poultry flew away in fright, as if the king himself had arrived.

Chen Ji looked up in surprise, this sound was unexpected and Xuanyuan had never mentioned it.

Looking down again, the Qingyang Sword was like a piece of wood burned to ashes, with only a ray of pure sword intent like the scorching sun bursting out, flying into Chen Ji's heart, and merging with the brilliant sword energy that had been nurtured in his body for a long time.

The sword energy that had once been unable to take shape finally took the shape of a black sword!
Chen Ji recalled that Xuanyuan once said that the sword is the king of all weapons, and the purpose of sword cultivation is to seize the sword power of the world in order to fulfill himself.

This is the first sword Chen Ji has ever won!

It turns out that to learn the art of swordplay, one really has to kill people and take their swords!
On the eaves, dark clouds meowed softly above his head. He quickly blew away the traces left by the Qingyang Sword, and then disappeared at the end of the alley.

A moment later, Su Zhou came silently with blood all over his face and wounds. She squatted down and looked at the wounds on Wang Chongli's body, and suddenly found that every wound on Wang Chongli was exactly the same as the one she had stabbed before.

She frowned and looked around. Who was it that killed Wang Chongli?
What was that martial arts sound just now?

While he was thinking, he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance. The troops of Luocheng were coming. Su Zhou jumped onto the roof and fled into the city.

(End of this chapter)