La lluvia primaveral es como el vino, los sauces son como el humo

Capítulo 52

After passing two or three miles, all that remained were rows of desolate graves.

Seeing her strolling among the graves, Yang Shen suddenly became suspicious and stopped, not intending to follow her any further. Unexpectedly, when he stopped, she also stopped and turned back to give him a strange smile.

Sure enough, there was a trap! Yang Shen turned to run, but it was too late. He heard heavy footsteps behind him, as if some huge monster was rushing out of the grave. Yang Shen barely managed to turn around and saw the bare-chested giant he had met in the Cherry Blossom Garden chasing after him with a giant axe that gleamed coldly.

The giant was thick-bodied but agile. At this rate, he would be caught sooner or later. There was only waist-high weeds all around, and not a single tree to hide in.

Yang Shen pressed his hand on the sword at his waist, hesitating whether to fight the giant. Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound behind him. He instinctively fell to the ground and rolled over. A sharp wind grazed his ear, almost cutting his skin. The giant axe was embedded less than four inches from his face.

He was terrified. As he jumped up, the giant was already in front of him, emanating a strong stench, and punched him in the face.

Even though he could barely block with his sword, Yang Shen was still forced to stagger back more than ten steps.

Just as he regained his footing, the giant axe came crashing down on him.

【wrong--!】

Suddenly, his master's stern voice rang in his ears, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Don't try to out-strength an enemy who is significantly larger! It's all about skill and agility! For every punch he lands on you, you have to land ten! If you're truly outmatched, run!

But the master didn't say how to deal with an enemy that is huge in size but also very agile.

He can't escape!

You can only slightly shift your body to avoid vital areas—but it's not very useful. Once you're hit by the giant axe, it will hit a vital area no matter where it hits.

In that instant, Yang Shen felt as if his entire body had been split open from the middle.

So much blood was gushing out of his body from the wound. A chilling, eerily quiet feeling suddenly enveloped him; he could no longer hear the rustling of the wind through the withered grass, the rustling of his clothes, his breathing, or the sound of blood flowing.

He was exhausted, quiet, and sleepy. It felt like he had finally been freed. He couldn't stand up and wanted to lie down and sleep for a while.

He still couldn't believe what had happened. Had the giant axe really struck him? Had it really broken his bones and torn his flesh, leaving him severely injured beyond saving?

It's unbelievable how quickly this sudden accident happened.

Just moments before, he had been eagerly waiting for a girl under the pine tree, not wanting to keep her waiting any longer; she had something important to tell him. But now he was on the verge of death, clinging to life by a thread.

He can't die; there are many things waiting for him to do.

He would train hard in martial arts, no matter how tough it was, to avenge his family. He wanted to be with Yichun forever, to travel to many places, make many friends, and see many beautiful sights together.

But as the giant axe was withdrawn from him, it seemed to have taken away all his strength as well.

It was so cold. He felt very cold. The weather in Jiangnan in November was more biting than any other cold spell.

Everything in front of him became blurry, no matter how many times he blinked.

Am I really going to die?

Suddenly, he saw his parents and older brother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, waving to him from the other side of the light, their expressions calm and joyful.

He smiled too, feeling a sense of comfort and peace he hadn't felt in a long time. He walked over and sat down, whispering, "Wait a little longer, I'll come over later, okay?"

He had to wait a little longer before heading back; Yichun was waiting for him.

She said she had something to tell him.

I prayed for a good marriage at Kaifu Temple and received a very auspicious fortune slip. I also inquired about marriage at the Flower Goddess Temple and received a very auspicious fortune slip. I carefully kept both fortune slips in my purse.

A very auspicious sign—how many times in a lifetime can one encounter such a sign? How could he possibly die here?

By the way, she also received a very auspicious fortune slip. Only the Flower Goddess knew what she was asking, but unfortunately, he probably will never know.

What exactly was she trying to tell him?

Thinking about this now seems silly, but he suddenly feels he can understand it.

I understand what lies behind her serious, hesitant manner, and I understand what a lucky draw means.

The woman he fell in love with was the best woman in the world.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the sun was cut into countless fragments, shattered in the center of the sky.

Ningning took a deep breath and raised her hand to catch a falling snowflake; this was Suzhou's first snow of the year.

She gazed calmly at the distant, shadowy, withered greenery. There was no one there, yet she spoke as if to someone else, whispering, "You belittled me, ignored me, and now you die by my hand. But will you remember me forever?"

No one answered her; a few desolate snowflakes rolled across the wild grass in the cold wind.

She felt a bone-chilling cold.

Chapter Thirty-One

Yichun waited quietly under the pine tree.

There was none of the hesitation or unease she had shown earlier. She's always like this; once she decides to do something, she never looks back and just goes ahead and does it.

Yang Shen was still shaking the divination stick container when one of the bamboo sticks stood upright, about to fall. Yi Chun felt a strong urge to see what would happen.

Suddenly, a cold iron sword was pointed at the back of my neck.

"Don't shout, don't move." A familiar voice sounded from behind, "or that kid will be torn to pieces immediately."

Yichun remained motionless, standing firmly in place.

The man continued, "Young Master has always been soft-hearted and has never truly used any means to deal with you two. He only hoped you would be more sensible. However, you two don't understand the slightest bit of the rules of the martial world. I really can't stand it anymore, so today I'll settle this once and for all. If Yang Shen is to inherit the Zhanchun Sword, I'll spare your two lives; otherwise, I'll kill you all!"