Facts have proved that the bastard who is more annoying than her is a bastard, even if she saves someone, it doesn't change anything.
Liu Wuyan climbed up to the roof of the temple shivering with cold, repairing the roof of the temple while shivering. The guy in white who killed all the black-armored guards with one sword threw the sword over before she could say thank you, turned around and went back to the temple by himself. When Liu Wuyan picked up the sword, she was a little dazed and took it for granted.
It would be strange if the kind of guy whose eyebrows and eyes were sealed with ice would stretch out his hand to give her another hand or something.
The ancestral temple was smashed into a big hole by Liu Wuyan himself, and Liu Wuyan, who was seriously injured, could not waste a little bit of his pitiful qi to keep out the rain and cold, nor could he expect that person who was like an ice block to repair the house this kind of thing.
—Well, to use the words of the ladies in the capital who are always thinking about giving red beans to the talented scholar Jiao Didi, it is a sin to let such a person who is like a banished fairy do the rough work of repairing the house.
While Liu Wuyan practiced her skills to dissolve the pills she swallowed, she was thinking miscellaneously.
Think of those young killers of the Jin Tang royal family who wore masks and were as silent as swords, think of the back of my brother who turned around at the end, think of Yunshangge Liu Family Ancestral Temple that was destroyed in the raging fire, think of seeing a fat and fat-looking man once emperor…
How could such a mediocre emperor who was always friendly to the immortal family and the aristocratic family suddenly show his cold and ruthless side
Or in other words, how much of what she sees is real, and how much is covered with layers of masks
Liu Wuyan forced herself to think about these things that she wouldn't normally think about, and now she may not be able to think clearly. From now on, the Liu family of Yunshangge is really the only one left, no matter how much she hated those emotionless things in the past. The elders of the Liu family had no choice but to assume the heavy responsibility of the Liu family.
When she finished repairing the roof, it was too long to be useless, and her brain, which had been rotting all day long, still couldn't figure it out.
Liu Wuyan climbed down from the roof of the ancestral temple in the rain that was not likely to become smaller. She entered the temple and found that the fire that had been soaked by the rain had been rekindled, and the fire was even bigger than before. The interior of the dilapidated temple is illuminated brightly, and the ground is as clean as if it has not been washed by rain.
As for the young man who used such a stunning and terrifying sword just now, he was still sitting in the same position as before, staring down at the fire.
Perhaps because of the illusion after the serious injury, Liu Wuyan actually felt that the light of the fire was shining on this guy's face, and there was an inconspicuous temperature on it.
At this moment, Liu Wuyan's body was wet, covered in mud and blood, she threw the long sword on the ground, sat back to the original position, leaned against the wall, let the fire bake, and gradually warmed up.
Liu Wuyan took out the last remaining jug of spirits from the ring, smashed the mud seal on it, and poured it on her wound. There were not many medicinal pills left for healing, and she was reluctant to waste this kind of skin trauma.
When the strong wine was poured on it, Liu Wuyan's face was distorted immediately by the burning sensation.
She gasped for air, restraining herself from uttering the drunken swear words of the servants at home.
"So you're not dumb." Liu Wuyan was talking to the boy sitting opposite while pouring strong wine on her wound.
The other party lowered their eyes and ignored her just like before.
"I owe you my life, what do you want? But I have nothing now..." Liu Wuyan paused, then continued to speak nonchalantly, "It's not the right time for you to save me. If it had been a few months earlier, you I can buy you the ten-mile long street in the capital of Jintang. But now... "
Liu Wuyan touched it and found a middle-grade spirit stone.
"This is all I have left now, and I'm so poor that I don't even have the qualifications to step into the shop of the Kyushu Bank." As she spoke, she suddenly laughed, as if thinking of something funny, and tremblingly poured the wine He poured water on the wound, while squinting at the icy young man, "Promise with your body, this kind of thing that only happens in the book full of nonsense, do you want it?"
She laughed wantonly, shook her hands, poured out a little more wine, and grinned in pain again in an instant.
"Need not."
The boy's answer was like his sword, cold as hell, crisp and clear, without a trace of emotion.
"My name is Liu Wuyan, and I don't even want face now." Liu Wuyan finally healed the wound. She leaned against the wall wearily, staring blankly at the burning fire on the wood. The ancestral temple, which is always filled with the smell of sandalwood, emerges from the ground.
She closed her eyes and her voice was a little dry.
"Okay, what are you talking about? It's shameless now, and I haven't asked for it before. Have you ever heard of Yunshangge Liu's family?" Liu Wuyan continued on her own. She was clearly asking the boy, but she didn't give anyone time to answer. .
"Yunshangge, Jintang Liu family, the most old-fashioned Liu family, the Liu family that still regards the broken martial arts, benevolence and righteousness as the standard, most of the people in this family are terrible old-fashioned, the only one in the family The worst scum is their eldest lady, the bastard Jiji who fought in the Goulan for the oiran and the idiots of the prime minister's family that day."
Liu Wuyan's speech was urgent and fast.
"The Liu family has always been famous for their reputation, but their eldest lady, who doesn't practice well, is a mess in literature and martial arts. She likes to have fun in the streets and alleys. My own identity is omnipotent and evil, and I am a complete bastard and scum."
She scolded heartily, impassionedly, and eloquently.
Then she suddenly stopped.
The one who told her that she was the scum of the Liu family, was the brother who pulled her out at night when she was fighting with others in the brothel, and was always elegant and gentle.
She shook the spirits in one hand and the sword in the other, and said, what right do you have to control me? Want me to be like you, a marionette who doesn't say anything
—The Liu family has been around for so long, and you are a scum.
The young man in the gown with the water cloud pattern looked at her coldly, said this for a long time, then turned and left without looking back.
She swayed the wine, leaned against the wall, and waited for him to turn around, until it was dark and it was dark.
"The Liu family has been in such a long time, and there is a scum like the young lady."
Liu Wuyan raised her head and said through gritted teeth.
Now that you've gone straight away, don't ever look back! What kind of man is it that "one word is hard to follow" who protects her behind at the end
In the blazing fire, in the dark night, the old-fashioned elder brother who personally said that she was the scum of the Liu family turned to face the rain of knives. This time, even if she waited from dark to dawn, and then from dawn to dark, she would never be able to see that old guy look back.
She took a long, depressing breath, feeling that the knife had been cut into the bone just now, and the pain was so painful that it made one's soul tremble.
"Promise with your body, you don't deserve me even if you don't look down on me, and my rotten life has long since belonged to me."
She threw away the empty jug, raised her head, and stared blankly at the shabby eaves.
"Tell me, let me do something."
"Need not."
The young man who quietly listened to her swearing vigorously still gave a simple answer, as if he didn't hear anything, and didn't think about anything.
Liu Wuyan smiled wryly, she turned her head to look at the young man with cold brows and eyes, and said in a low voice, "I told you, my name is Liu Wuyan, and I don't want face anymore, but I can't owe anyone any more." Come on, tell me, let me do something."
Her voice was hoarse like a crow hovering in the wake of the dead.
The boy finally looked up at Liu Wuyan.
This once domineering young lady of the Liu family is now in a mess, as desolate as a homeless dog. She is laughing, and her smile is uglier than crying. She was leaning against the wall, covered in blood, and her eyes were full of despair and hatred.
"You owe me your life, so if one day you know who I am, just tell me."
The boy stared at the fierce flames and spoke softly. The fire light was imprinted in his pupils, he didn't know what he was thinking but he didn't seem to think about anything, there was no expression on his face.
— If one day, you know who I am, just tell me.
The young man's voice was very soft, carrying the lingering coldness in him no matter when, faintly.
However, Liu Wuyan was suddenly stunned.
The young man sitting by the fire was so powerful, his casual sword move easily took the lives of those wolf-like ruthless black-armored guards. However, he didn't even know his own name.
The rain was clattering, I don't know when it will stop.
Sitting in the ancestral temple is a homeless person who owes his life to many, many people, a person who has a mysterious origin but doesn't even know his own name, let alone where he went back to.
Liu Wuyan looked at the young man through the fire, and remembered the spirit tablet in the ancestral temple that was finally burned to ashes with the fire.
She looked into the boy's fire-lit eyes.
The world of the Twelve Dynasties is so big, but he doesn't even know his own name, so what does everything in the land of the Twelve Dynasties have to do with this person? He is so mysterious and powerful, but where did he come from, and where will he go in the end
The boy sitting by the fire is so powerful, but he is so lonely, he doesn't even know his name, and he doesn't even know who he is, how can he not be lonely? This world is so big, but it has nothing to do with him.
For a moment, Liu Wuyan wanted to say, do you want to go with me, but she couldn't say it in the end. Going to Cangpu now, she is a dead person, how can she ask others to go with her when she is about to lose her own life at any time.
She agreed to the boy's request.
The heavy rain has been falling all the time, and it didn't stop until the next day.
On the second day, Liu Wuyan's injury was much better. She took the broken long sword and left the temple with a promise of "If I know who you are, I will tell you".
In the second half of the night, she fell asleep for a while.
When she woke up, the boy who cut through the heavy rain curtain with a sword and didn't know who he was had already left.
Liu Wuyan didn't know where a person who didn't even know who she was would go, and she didn't know if she would see him again in the future, she could only keep that question firmly in her mind, and then carried the burning memory with her. The picture of the elder brother turning around and leaving, moving forward all the way.
From then on, she didn't even want to lose her face, like a wolf or a dog, like all shameless animals, she survived in a mess.
In the end, she joined the Hehuan Sect, and gradually became the snake-hearted elder sister of the Hehuan Sect. She lived with hatred, but she also remembered the promise she made by the fire.
But in this world, it seems that there has never been such a young man whose swordsmanship is so cold that there is no temperature, his eyes are sealed with ice and he hides so many thoughts. Liu Wuyan searched for a long time, but he never saw that person again.
She thought she might never see her again.
Unexpectedly, in the end, she still saw that person.