The Lantern Festival is on the 15th day of the first lunar month, and Kyoto, as the capital of Izumo Kingdom, is naturally very lively. According to convention, the Lantern Festival is celebrated for five days, so starting from the 13th day of the first lunar month, thousands of colorful lanterns were lit in the streets of Kyoto to celebrate.

Although the weather is still cold, it cannot withstand the lively atmosphere of the Chinese New Year. The sound of firecrackers and the lights are like dragons.

Every household is very lively. After nightfall, it is even more prosperous. People go out to enjoy the moon, light up the lights and set off flames, be happy to guess riddles, eat Lantern Festival together, reunite with their families, celebrate the festival together, and have a happy life.

Dances dragons and lions for five consecutive days, never sleeping day and night, and the most lively day is naturally the Lantern Festival.

Countless tourists and literati and students gathered together. Poetry gatherings and banquets were everywhere.

Compared with before, the mansion of Marquis of Jiwu was even colder.

In the huge marquis' mansion, except for the Yulin Army guarding outside, only Ye Chu and Nie Tong were left. All the other slaves received Ye Chu's grace and went home for the Lantern Festival.

"The humidity is so heavy, I'm afraid it will be another foggy day!" Ye Chu, who was beside the flower bed, lay casually on the rattan chair, and did not feel any chill. The sky may be like a friend of many years, lying quietly beside him.

The sky in Kyoto has always been like this.

Even though it was a heavy fog, it could not dispel the enthusiasm of the people of Izumo. The noise from the inner and outer cities reached the Hou Mansion and eventually turned into a few sighs.

Those pink plum blossoms are particularly charming today. They are like Ye Chu, quietly waiting for the arrival of night.

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The misty night fog covers the moonlight. The wind does not rise and the insects do not roar. The cold Hou Mansion adds a deep chill.

The plums in the garden appear faintly in the fog, and only the cold fragrance in the garden is deep and stagnant in the fog.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Nie Tong's footsteps rang out in the night fog.

His steps sound ordinary, just like ordinary family members. But when it comes to the ears of masters, it is stable and regular, with every five steps and cycle, no matter how bad it is. This is the foundation of martial arts he has mastered for thirty years of hard practice. He bent his waist halfway and carried the most common smile of the servants. No matter who looks like an inconspicuous servant in the imperial city, he will occasionally hang a hint of cruelty in the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Tap, tap..."

Nie Tong walked towards the plum blossom forest without hesitation, slowly without hesitation, and without humility under his respectful appearance.

He is the master of this marquis' mansion. The nominal little marquis was just a toy that he kept under a captive smile. Only recently, for the inheritance of "The Sword Technique of Jingtao" has to be more polite to him.

"Little Marquis, it's late at night, fog is cold, please go back to the house to rest." Nie Tong shouted. His words were polite, but there was not much respect in his tone. After three years, he had become accustomed to the identity of a prison guard, was tired of the disguise of servants, and even his superficial respect began to become impatient.

"Little Marquis, go back quickly!" Nie Tong walked straight to the plum blossom forest. In the fog, he could not see Ye Chu's figure, and his tone became more and more impatient. He thought to himself that if he saw this little blind man, he would drag him back to his room. He would have to trouble him to come and look for him in this kind of ghost weather. He really deserves a beating!

At this time, Ye Chu was not lying on the cold rattan chair.

He stood coldly in the corner of Meilin, holding a sword in his hand, and a faint cold air emitting around him, as if he was integrated with layers of fog.

The silk ribbon that sealed his eyes was hung with a little night dew. A hint of coolness came into his mind, making his heart deeper and quieter.

Night is a murderous night; fog is a battlefield of heaven!

The sword, which has been unsheathed, will be stained with rebellious blood.

At this time, Ye Chu was like a foraging snake, hiding deep in the misty night dew, staring at the prey in front of him with intuition that humans could not understand.

"Little Marquis, please reply!"

Nie Tong's more impatient shouts passed by his ears, and the hunter was unmoved.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

Suddenly, a breeze swept lightly, and the thick fog seemed to be tampered by an invisible hand, rolling layer by layer, like dancing veils.

The breeze stirred the plum fragrance and brought a chill.

At this moment, Ye Chu moved.

The cold current around him moved to the limit, and a few snowflakes hung on the tip of the raised sword. His body followed the cold wind and slid silently into the center of the plum forest with a mysterious trajectory.

The irritable Nie Tong was shouting everywhere with an impatient look on his face. The old dog never thought that he would be plotted against by a blind waste. When he was shocked to realize the unusual chill in the breeze, he turned around and dodged, it was too late!

"puff--"

The cold sword edge is like a cracked silk in the middle.

Nie Tong avoided the vital points of his back in danger, but he could not avoid a Sin Ran sword on his left shoulder.

This sword penetrated Nie Tong's shoulders with cold currents, anger and sorrow, and poured an unparalleled energy into the old slave's body. Then he was not greedy for his achievements and retreated when he drew the sword, giving Nie Tong no chance to fight back.

"Ah--" Nie Tong let out a scream. He staggered, barely landing, and sealed several acupoints in his right hand to stop bleeding, shouting, "Little Marquis, what are you doing? I haven't offended you!"

His shout was a delaying strategy, a confusion of the enemy, and an investigation of Ye Chu's position, but it was not begging for mercy. The old prisoner with a sinister heart knew very well that this battle would last forever!

Of course, Ye Chu, who was hiding in the fog, knew more clearly. He used the Tibetan Killing Decision in the "Blood Moon Difference" and slowly spoke: "Do you remember that thirty years ago, the whole country was famined. That year, you were hungry and cold, thin and almost starved to death on the roadside. Who gave you food, and even brought you home to take care of you?"

Ye Chu's voice, with a strange aura, floated in the fog, sometimes left and sometimes right, exuding a strange aura, with infinite murderous intent.

"I have never forgotten it!" Nie Tong shouted loudly, as if loyal. But his eyes glanced around, but there was no trace at all.

In the night fog where you can't see your fingers, how can you compare your discerning perception with those who hold your own eyes?

He felt a coldness in his heart, and he quickly rolled on the ground, feeling that his right leg was cold and he was already hit by another sword.

"Of course you have never forgotten, but you have never been grateful! In your eyes, the alms of the Marquis' Mansion seem to be justified." Ye Chu's ethereal voice sounded in the fog again, "That year, you entered the Marquis' Mansion, took good care of your body, and then asked to practice martial arts. You kept saying that you would repay the kindness of the Marquis' Mansion on the battlefield, but in fact... you just wanted to make a name for yourself!"

This sentence exposes Nie Yuan's disguised mask, and he feels thrilled and subconsciously makes his first defense.

"No! Uh-"

Another scream, but Nie Tong was hit by another sword. The sword came from a tricky angle in front of his right, catching the old slave who was focusing his attention behind him off guard. There was a half-foot-long hole on his right arm, and blood continued to flow.

At this time, Nie Tong had three wounds on his body, and he could tolerate the bleeding and pain. However, the cold true energy coming from the wound made him feel that his blood was frozen, his internal breathing was difficult to move, and his skills continued to decline.

This is the second trap hidden by Ye Chu's teaching of "The Sword Technique of Jingtao". With his fetal movement, he fought against Nie Tong, who was at the peak of the orifice. Even if the cold air in the "Blood Moon Difference" can disturb people's movements, the effect will definitely not be great. However, Nie Tong himself transformed his true energy into the most freezing water attribute, and was congenitally restrained by Ye Chu.

"My father died in battle, my mother died in battle, and my brother died in battle... The Marquis' Mansion withered. The Marquis' Mansion has the worst qualifications in the Marquis' Mansion and has no achievements in practicing martial arts. You, who have not been able to break through the Dingji Realm for 30 years, became the housekeeper, but instead escaped. So you turned around and defected to the emperor and became the jailer who monitored me!" Ye Chu said in a misty voice, with a cold teeth in the poem, "It was you who poisoned my diet and caused me to lose all my skills. It was you who secretly asked someone to enter the Marquis' Mansion at night, and take the poison when I was poisoned to kill me, and destroy my martial arts! Everyone has ambitions, but the betrayer is not tolerated by nature!"

After the words came, Nie Tong was rolling in front of him, and Ye Chu, dressed in black, broke through the air. He had a long sword in his hand holding a snowflake and silver crystal, and he was straight to the middle road.

The grand sword made Nie Tong, who had been guarding for a sneak attack, shocked him. He quickly raised his injured palms to answer the strike and tried to push away the sword. However, he had bare hands, how could he fight against the sword's edge?

Just as the sword tip was in contact with both palms, Ye Chu flipped his wrist, and the sword tip twisted like a spiritual snake, and the horizontal tip was cut, and with a "puff" sound, Nie Tong's right palm fell to the ground with the blood of the big bun.

The severely injured Nie Tong screamed and retreated, but found that Ye Chu was not invisible in the fog anymore.

The boy in front of him, black clothes, black hair, black ribbon covering his eyes. His cold and pale face was expressionless, his lip line as hard as a knife was not covered with blood, and the sky or sword in his hand spread out layers of silver crystals.

Especially the eyes hidden under the black silk ribbon, even if there is no eye contact, it will put him in unprecedented pressure, as if the god of death is ahead.

"You...what is this skill? Could it be..." Nie Tong exhaled cold air in his mouth, trying his best to lift his exercises to resist the ice true energy seeping into the wounds throughout his body.

"I have practiced the "Blood Moon Difference"!" Ye Chu said lightly, "You thought my martial arts were completely gone, so you had to teach you the "Swordsmanship of Jingtao" to you, but unfortunately... even if it is passed on to you, you will never be able to practice it!"

"Nothing, nothing!" Nie Tong shouted at the sight. He turned his back at this moment, and he knew to arouse his anger in his heart and fight against your Neihan. "Anything bad qualifications are nonsense! You can practice martial arts like a waste. If you give me the true teachings, how could I not practice it?"

"Hmph——" Ye Chu is already sure to win, and he knows the true qi attributes of "Blood Moon Difference" more than anyone else. It is like the venom of a poisonous snake. The cold air will disperse the whole body as the opponent uses his power. The more the opponent wants to accumulate a blow, the more power he is to counterattack. "The iron armor collapses, and the broken sword is still bloody; the robe is bleeding, and the soul is broken and still smiles in the setting sun. The spirit of the warrior, you will never understand the repeated villain like you! You have been thirty years of hard work, and I will give you this opportunity to see the real Sword Technique of Shocking Waves!"

The cold air of Di Ming stirred up the sealed true yang in Ye Chu's eyes, and the yin and yang poles hit each other, causing a burst whirlwind around the boy in black, blocking the fog, showing the bright moon in the Shangyuan night sky. The cold moonlight shone out a piece of blood in the plum garden.

Use sword to live, and use blood to wash the moon!

The spreading cold current even turned the damp and cold fog around the body into flying snow, and turned into a silver crystal whirlwind in the moonlit plum garden.

"The last move - the sword flowing across the sea and storm the waves!"

While drinking coldly, Ye Chu's black clothes fluttered, his long hair flew, and his cold sword swept the stormy waves, just like thousands of troops running wildly on the snow.

Only when the sea flows through, the true nature of a hero will be revealed; only when the sword is proud and the waves are shaking, who will be the enemy in the world?

Nie Tong, who was in front of him, also shouted angrily, and encouraged him to lift half of his right hand and penetrate the left arm of his shoulder. He used less than 30% of his skills in this life to use the "Battle Tiger Fist" killer move that he had practiced hard for 30 years.

Although he had been planning for his life, he could not understand the military spirit in his life, and his fierce and fierce tiger boxing could only be used for 70%. Even though his ability was less than 20% under the erosion of the blood moon and cold air, his ability to stabilize the orifices for thirty years was extraordinary. The move of the tiger's life-threatening move in the blood that burst out all over his body was like wind and thunder, and he rushed towards the black-clothed god of death in front of him with a roar.

"laugh--"

The silver crystal whirlwind flowed through the raging tiger energy that was fighting for life. A sharp whistle made between the friction between the two energy forces.

The sword edge of the sky or sword pierced through Nie Yuan's fists, and the sharp sword energy that rotated at high speed on the sword edge even stirred Nie Tong's two forearms into minced meat all over the sky.

Then, Tian Or Sword Fing did not stop, piercing Nie Tong's chest in his incredibly terrified eyes.

"Plop..."

The body was covered in blood and seriously injured, falling into dust. The airflow scattered after the collision rolled up plum blossoms in the sky under the moonlight.

The dark night, the fog in the sky, the floating plum blossoms, and the faint smell of blood.

On the rattan chair, the blindfolded boy leaned against the sword. Not far away, the corpse with a wide eyes was a bit sad.
Chapter completed!