Yi Mei said, "If you don't leave, I'm leaving..." She looked around and sighed.
Su Xiaoying said happily, "In that case, I don't need to leave at all."
Yi Mei thought he was going to help her watch the shop, so she finally smiled and said, "Fu Daiyue is a killer. You'd better leave quickly and lay low for a while—this shop can't be left here either."
Su Xiaoying was startled and asked, "Why can't we keep it? What do you want?"
Yi Mei sighed again.
Su Xiaoying had never seen Yimei sigh so much. He thought for a moment and said seriously, "Fine, it's your stuff anyway, do whatever you want with it—but since you've hired me for two years, I'm still going with you. Just now your bundle 'clattered', it seems like there's a lot of money in it. I won't lose out by going with you."
Yi Mei stared blankly for a moment, then carefully examined Su Xiaoying from head to toe before asking in confusion, "Su Xiaoying, what do you want to do by following me?"
Su Xiaoying said, "I didn't mean anything by it..." She was a little puzzled as she spoke, "I don't know why, but those words just came out. I didn't originally think that way. You're so stingy, even if you had money, you wouldn't give it to me."
Yi Mei retorted angrily, "Where am I being stingy? You sold my gold-leaf name card, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"
Su Xiaoying quickly changed the subject, saying, "I guess I feel it's not very safe for a single woman like you to be wandering around outside..."
Yi Mei almost burst out laughing, but suddenly her expression turned serious, and she asked, word by word, "You haven't taken a liking to me, have you?"
Su Xiaoying was also stunned. After thinking for a long time, she said, "I didn't feel anything at first, but after you asked that question, I've actually started to like you."
Twilight Rain Ancient Sword
Yi Mei said, "You have good taste, but unfortunately, we may not be a good match." There was no shortage of regret in her tone.
Su Xiaoying stared at her for a long time before saying, "As the saying goes, there's always another mountain higher than you. A woman with skin as thick as yours must be the highest mountain in the world. There's no mountain higher than you."
Yi Mei calmly replied, "Thank you."
Su Xiaoying could only sigh again.
After he finished sighing, Yi Mei instructed him, "Hurry up and pack your things, or Fu Daiyue will be here soon. You'd better leave quickly!"
Su Xiaoying said, "Boss lady, you have to give me a string of cash..."
Yi Mei interrupted him impatiently, saying sharply, "Of course I'll help you!"
Su Xiaoying then fell silent, standing there looking at Yimei.
Yi Mei's heart tightened at his gaze, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back, but her expression remained calm. "Don't worry," she said to Su Xiaoying, "Things are a bit troublesome, but not to the point where we can't handle them."
Su Xiaoying asked, "Really?"
Yi Mei said, "My intuition is always very accurate."
She turned to face the young man who stood silently outside the door. The sunlight outside was bright, and the warm spring daylight made him appear even more refined and handsome, but his expression was indifferent, as if nothing concerned him. His slender fingers were clasped together, resting on the hilt of his sword, his movements light yet extremely steady.
However, there was no murderous intent! Yi Mei's pupils suddenly contracted, but she smiled and said, "Fu Daiyue, you came very quickly."
Fu Daiyue said calmly, "How can we in this line of work not be fast?"
Yi Mei said, "Okay."
That single word, "Good," shattered the previous tranquility. Suddenly, the sword light blazed brightly, and with a long, resounding clang, two figures, one black and one white, shot out simultaneously. In an instant, killing intent surged, kicking up several layers of dust from the damp ground. Amidst the long clang, the two swords clashed ten times, separating as swiftly as when they first met. The two figures leaped back more than ten steps with lightning speed, abruptly stopping in their tracks. Their clothes gradually settled, and the dust settled on the ground.
The sky was a clear, azure blue, and beneath a few clean clouds, only a flock of geese flew leisurely in formation. The geese flew very high and very neatly, but unexpectedly, the flock suddenly became chaotic, flapping their wings wildly and tangling together, unable to move forward.
In fact, Yi Mei's "good" had barely left her lips when she uttered it.
Fu Daiyue said calmly, "Assassin Yimei, excellent swordsmanship." His clothes were torn into three pieces and fell down, and bright red blood seeped out instantly, staining most of his chest.
Yi Mei's face paled slightly as she said, "You didn't win."
Fu Daiyue said calmly, "Yes. However, you must die."
Blood dripped from Yi Mei's sleeve, the droplets growing denser, splashing onto the ground with a sound, soon forming a small puddle. Suddenly, the Han Guang sword slipped from her hand, its tip striking the ground with a crisp, soul-stirring sound.
Yi Mei's face turned extremely ugly. After a long while, she bent down and picked up Han Guang with her left hand.
Fu Daiyue said calmly, "Your left-handed sword might not be very effective."
Yi Mei chuckled and said, "Having a sword in hand is at least more respectable."
Fu Daiyue smiled slightly and turned the sword around a little. The sword light reflected his smile and was particularly dazzling.
Mingji's legend is adorned with gold foil; she awaits the moon with a laugh that could kill!
Yi Mei's career as an assassin began at the age of nineteen.
At the age of nineteen, the renowned Wuyi Peak of Southeast China fell by her sword. From that day on, she was no longer the same Yi Mei. She was Han Guang Sword, an assassin. Everyone who uttered her name did so with a sense of respect and fear.
She never knew how many people she had killed, nor did she ever care. But in this instant, she knew she hadn't forgotten. The sight of her sword flashing, piercing flesh, blood spurting everywhere, her face contorted in despair, her heart-wrenching screams—scene after scene kept flashing before her eyes.
Yi Mei suddenly felt a little strange. It turns out that when a person is about to die, they can remember so many things that they never thought of before.
Yi Mei's eyes followed Fu Daiyue's smile intently. Fu Daiyue's smile was gentle and elegant, so beautiful that she hardly seemed like an assassin. Yi Mei sighed softly to herself, thinking, perhaps this is retribution.
In reality, Yi Mei was born in the martial arts world, grew up in the martial arts world, and made her way in the martial arts world. She belonged to the martial arts world and understood that it was not paradise. In this world, wherever there are people, it is rarely paradise. Human hearts are too treacherous, and there are too many grudges in the world—let alone the martial arts world?
Since an assassin is capable of killing, he should also be killed. This seems to be the only logical conclusion.
Yi Mei was extremely fast, but when she leaped up for the second time, her right hand was injured, and her sharpness had diminished. Therefore, Han Guang was not as agile as before.
Fu Daiyue's swordsmanship was not as good as his personality. His swordsmanship was simple and fast, without a single unnecessary move. Such swordsmanship was not elegant, but it was extremely effective, making it easy to understand but impossible to defend against.
Yi Mei watched helplessly as the tip of his sword pierced through Han Guang's sword net.
The sword tip pierced Yi Mei's heart in a mere instant, a moment too short to even blink. The Han Guang sword was propelled far away by a tremendous force; its dark, lusterless blade arced beautifully through the air before crashing to the ground and bouncing several times.
Yi Mei let out a muffled groan and fell backward, her body seemingly spewing out countless tiny beads of blood from within the circle formed by the sword shadows.
At that very moment, under the azure sky, the flock of geese rearranged themselves and, led by the lead goose, flew off to their destination in the distance.
Yi Mei fell backward into the dust, her eyes wide open, but she didn't see the flock of geese. However, her confusion only lasted for a moment, and then she quickly jumped up and stood still.
Fu Daiyue remained in that posture, his sword thrust was extremely skillful and fierce, but the tip of the sword just barely touched something and could not be pushed forward even half an inch.
That thing is also a sword.
Blood gushed from Fu Daiyue's chest, and his face had turned deathly pale. The menacing killing intent he had unleashed the moment he pierced the Han Guang sword net had vanished the instant the two swords clashed.
"Excellent swordsmanship!" he finally said in a low voice.
Su Xiaoying did not answer him. Su Xiaoying's hand was very steady, and the blade of her longsword was firmly pressed against the tip of Fu Daiyue's sword.
Su Xiaoying's sword looked very ordinary, but there was a small nick on the blade.
Fu Daiyue said, "Three hundred years ago, Yizeng forged a sword. For ten years after its completion, the sword was not to be used for killing, nor to be stained with blood. This sword was the first to kill, and its blade chipped, and blood spurted and fell like evening rain. —Could this sword be the Evening Rain?"
Su Xiaoying remained silent, his expression extremely serious.
The atmosphere fell into a deep, heavy silence. The bloodstains on Fu Daiyue's chest spread across her clothes, gathering little by little before dripping to the ground with a soft "plop." This slight sound was surprisingly audible.
Fu Daiyue's face had turned deathly pale.
Su Xiaoying finally sheathed her sword and said to him, "I'll give you that string of copper coins now." She then pointed behind him and said, "Yimei only injured her arm, so she hasn't lost."
Behind Fu Daiyue, dark bloodstains were unevenly scattered along the way, dripping sadly.
He was wounded on the edge of his heart in the chest. Although he almost killed Ichimei, to be honest, Ichimei did not lose.
Yi Mei's face was extremely pale. Su Xiaoying even felt that even if her parents had died, her face shouldn't be this pale.
So Su Xiaoying sat there quietly without saying a word.
Unfortunately, Yi Mei's condition flared up again. She roughly bandaged her wound, then cried out in pain, slamming her left hand on the table and shouting, "Hurry up and bring me hot water!" Because she slammed it so hard, her right arm was also affected, and her face contorted in pain.
Su Xiaoying quickly poured her a basin of hot water.
Yi Mei splashed water loudly, sneering, "Su Xiaoying, you're quite the actor! Twilight Rain Sword, humph, Twilight Rain Sword!..."
Su Xiaoying quickly interrupted her again, saying, "Boss lady, let's bandage your hand properly first."
Yi Mei abruptly stopped what she was doing and said fiercely, "I'm perfectly fine! Su Xiaoying, don't think you're so great just because you have that broken sword. If it weren't for..." However, she felt a little guilty when she mentioned today, so she quickly changed the subject, saying, "You blocked Fu Daiyue's sword, so why did you stop there? Hmm? Did you think striking a pose was pretty or impressive? Were you showing it to him or to me?"
Su Xiaoying laughed, finding it easy to explain, and said, "Of course not, it's just that today was my first time officially sparring with someone, so I was a little nervous."
Yi Mei's expression immediately changed, and she asked incredulously, "What did you say?"
Su Xiaoying said, "I was a little scared at that time."
Yi Mei's expression of surprise deepened, and she asked again, "Is this your first time sparring with someone?"
Su Xiaoying smiled and said, "Yes."
Yi Mei asked again, "Is this your first time sparring with someone? With Fu Daiyue?"
Su Xiaoying said, "Yes, that's right."
Yi Mei stared at him blankly, and suddenly, a look of dejection appeared on her face. She began to silently re-bandage her wound. After a long time, she finally finished bandaging it. She looked at her arm, sighed softly, and asked him, "What Fu Daiyue said about the Twilight Rain Sword, is it true? Is your sword really the Twilight Rain Sword?"
Su Xiaoying said, "It should be true, this sword is indeed an ancient sword."
Yi Mei said, "A sword that can block Fu Daiyue's sword is a good sword."
Su Xiaoying said, "The first person killed by the Twilight Rain Sword was none other than Tong Zi, the Sage of Calligraphy, three hundred years ago. He was only thirty-one years old at the time, yet he died by the sword in vain. What a pity!"
Yi Mei said, "Now that the sword is complete, how can we not kill? Someone has to die, and his life is not necessarily more precious than others'."
Su Xiaoying said in surprise, "What you said is not wrong."
Yi Mei coughed, and the dejected look on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced by her proud demeanor. She said to Su Xiaoying, "Su Xiaoying, I said I take back what I just said."
Su Xiaoying asked, "Which sentence?"
Yi Mei calmly told him, "You're the one who said we might not be a good match."
Su Xiaoying was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, she remembered and said in an extremely surprised tone, word by word, "In this world, there really is no mountain, absolutely no mountain higher than you!"
Yi Mei said smugly, "Thank you."
Su Xiaoying shook her head, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Boss lady, why don't you go and rest for a while? Now that you're back, the inn can open tomorrow, so I need to go and tidy up."
Yi Mei's eyes widened, and she asked, "What did you say?"
Su Xiaoying said, "Huh? What's wrong? Is there something else?"
Yi Mei said, "How can this place still be open for business? Fu Daiyue is watching this place all day long. You never know when he might kill you. Do you think Fu Daiyue is easy to mess with? You're just lucky today."
Su Xiaoying asked, "Then what should we do?"
Yi Mei said, "Let's go!"