This kind of slicing with soft knives is more shocking and unbearable than stabbing to death with a single knife. Finally, the two of them abandoned their swords and fell to the ground, "Don't kill me—don't kill me..."
"Crack."
The blade of the oddly long sword wiped the throats of two sinners at once, and the blood was sprayed together with the drizzle outside.
"Just wait for your sentence."
Feng Zhiwei retracted the long sword to her waist, and said calmly.
After resting in the small courtyard for a while and eating some wild animals, Ning Yi calculated the time and said, "Those people should have spent all their time in the ancient temple."
"Do you think they will go down the mountain or look back?" Feng Zhiwei asked.
"They don't dare to stay here for too long. The thing about the station must have been discovered. My three thousand imperial guards are there. No one can make them disappear. Even if it's just a show, Shen Xuru must give the court an explanation." Ning Ning Yi said, "And from the conversation between the two just now, they are already preparing to go down the mountain."
"Then let's go. They searched the ancient temple and they won't go again if there is no one there. There might be people sent back here to get food." Feng Zhiwei helped Ning Yi up.
It was raining heavily outside, Feng Zhiwei found a hooded coir raincoat for Ning Yi to wear, and prepared to bravely walk in the rain, but Ning Yi couldn't help but drag her into the wide coir rain cape, Feng Zhiwei After hesitating for a while, he told himself to act urgently, who would make Ning Yi's eyes when he was gonorrhea? I had no choice but to go with him.
The two wore a coir raincoat and walked in the rain. From a distance, they looked like a conjoined person. Because they were so close, their arms and legs kept rubbing against each other as they walked, and there was nowhere for them to make room. The more they moved, those naked The outer skins are more likely to touch each other, and both of them are a little uncomfortable. Ning Yi tilts his head, staring at the void where nothing can be seen, Feng Zhiwei lowers his eyes, and counts his steps step by step.
The rain from the outside is pouring down, the ground is muddy, and the footsteps are pattering, but the world inside the coir raincoat is very quiet, and each of them can feel the breath and breath of the other, mixed in the faint grass fragrance of the coir raincoat. Whose heartbeat is shocking, maybe both of them have heartbeats.
Even when I turned my head and saw the side of the other person, I felt that the curve was beautiful and the most exquisite silhouette was drawn in the rainy night. After taking another look, I almost didn't know how to go...
It is obviously inconvenient to walk and stumble, but the steps are extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, the dilapidated cornices of the ancient temple are already in sight.
The two stopped far away and listened attentively to the movement around them. Amidst the sound of rain on an autumn night, only pinworms were making their last struggling cries desolately. After waiting for a long while, they finally confirmed that those people had left without finding them.
Feng Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, entered the ancient temple, hurriedly untied his coir raincoat, and said, "They have already searched here, they must have thought that we have gone down the mountain overnight, so we have survived..."
Before the sentence was finished, there was a loud laugh!
With laughter, Feng Zhiwei raised his hand to pull Ning Yi, but Ning Yi had already pulled her behind him like lightning.
Both of them moved quickly, but because they were trapped by the coir raincoats, it was inconvenient to move, they almost tripped, Feng Zhiwei pulled his long sword, and there was a snort as the coir coir raincoats burst, and the hemp grass flew around, and the snow was shining brightly in front of them.
Dozens of long swords are cold and sharp, like a stream of autumn water, aiming at the vital points of the two people, as long as they stab forward, Feng Shai and Ning Shai will appear immediately.
Feng Zhiwei raised his eyelids to look, smiled, "Good sword." But he wrote quietly in Ning Yi's palm: "Twelve people, all swords, eight trigrams directions, Zhensan, Lier, Duier, Kanyi, Xun Er, Kun Er."
Ning Yi frowned, and wrote on her palm: "Don't act rashly, maybe it's not that group."
Feng Zhiwei also thought it was true, if it was that group, the sword would have been used long ago, not to mention that she remembered that the opponent's weapon was not a sword.
"What are you guys doing?" She raised her eyebrows and asked in a cold voice, "My brother accidentally stumbled while traveling in this ancient temple to avoid the rain, even if he disturbed everyone, is it okay for everyone to confront each other with swords?"
She had already lit her sword just now, and it was impossible to pretend to be panicked by the common people, so it was better to use a quack tone, which seemed to be similar to the other party's identity.
The twelve people on the other side were all dressed in gray-bottomed and green-edged cloth clothes, their brows were very sharp, their temples were bulging high, and their expressions and temperament were like those of a certain sect. When they heard her words, a look of surprise flashed across their brows. The first person's voice was harsh, and he said coldly: "This coir raincoat is a common style used by the mountain people. Since you have borrowed the coir raincoat from the mountain people, why don't you rest at their house, but go to this abandoned temple to shelter from the rain?"
This question is at the point, Feng Zhiwei was startled and was thinking about how to answer, Ning Yi beside him had already smiled and said: "The mountain people and his wife only have one small room, and the smell in the room is turbid, we brothers can't smell that, I'd rather find another place."
The leader saw that although the two were ordinary people, they were indeed dignified and calm, and their words were believable, with a slightly hesitant expression, Feng Zhiwei had already raised his hand to draw their swords, and said with a smile: "They are all fellow martial artists, Meeting is also destined, so why meet swords?"
A look of contempt flashed across the man's brows, thinking that you two sons and brothers who have learned a little rough kung fu from the martial arts master at home are ashamed to say that you are from the martial arts world.
He frowned and looked at the two of them. At this time, there was blood and mud on their faces that had not been wiped off on purpose, but their faces were still recognizable. He turned his eyes on Ning Yi's face, and suddenly his eyes flashed, saying : "Brother is right, it is indeed rude, dare to ask the two famous people? How did you end up in such a situation?"
How can anyone greet people with a sword? Feng Zhiwei cursed inwardly, and said with a smile on his face: "We are from Longnan, and we came to Jiyang to visit relatives and friends for a short time. My brother's surname is Tian. Hearing that Jiyang Mountain is beautiful, he came to visit the mountain. I was also separated from Congren, and I was thinking about going down the mountain quickly."
She sighed and went to hold Ning Yi, saying: "Everyone must have noticed that my brother... his eyes are not convenient. The eye disease brought on since childhood, I came to Jiyang to relax."
The suspicion on the leader's face finally faded a little.
Feng Zhiwei kept smiling calmly, but her fingers holding the sword were tightly clenched, those flickering sword lights were right in front of Ning Yi, even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save him if she gave her a light hand.
So she had no choice but to take the initiative to use Ning Yi's eyes as an example - at present, no one knows about Ning Yi's blindness except her. If these people are also looking for them, just because of this blindness, the other party's suspicion can be dispelled.