Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 244

Maple-colored face suddenly darkened: "Your surname is Feng, or Fengjian?"

Ye Dao: "I am a Japanese."

Feng Xuese's expression was cold and stern: "So, the nuns of Luomei Nunnery, the Donglin Escort Agency, Wuque Village, the Zhou family and their neighbors in Wanjiang Village, Old Man Sun, and the villagers of Banyue Village were all slaughtered for the same reason?"

"And the entire population of Heilongtan, Sunjiayuan, and Zhaofu in Xiaonan County, as well as those on the Chouyan Ferry on the Hulan River that day, except for the girl who traveled with you, none of them survived," Kazama Yoru said. "All of this is thanks to you and that girl. If she hadn't remembered that the nun was from Luomei Nunnery, I wouldn't have been able to find that nun before you and follow the clues to find the others."

A murderous intent slowly seeped into Feng Xuese's clear, cloud-like eyes. Even the most composed person would be enraged by the thought of so many innocent lives lost.

"So many people were killed because they inadvertently witnessed the massacre on the riverbank?"

Kazama Yoru said, "They were just unlucky. We chose the most remote place to strike, but we still made a mistake and they saw us."

From the moment she learned that Kazama Yoru was from Japan, Fuyuki had already pieced together all the clues, hoping they would converge on one point—that matter was indeed related to the two generals who led the troops against the Japanese pirates. Now, all she needed was for Kazama Yoru to admit it himself.

"Your actions are so secretive, who exactly was killed on the riverbank?"

Kazama Yoru gripped the flute tightly and said slowly, "I am a Japanese, and everything I do has its purpose."

Although there was no direct answer, the answer was not far from his guess. Feng Xuese's heart surged with emotion, and he had to take a deep breath to remain calm: "Since you've been hiding behind the scenes all this time, why did you suddenly reveal yourself?"

Kazama Yoru looked at Maple Snow's icy face, and the killing intent in his eyes began to gather little by little. He said, "Because I suddenly really want to know, between the two of us, who is the stronger one?"

Maple Snow slowly closed her eyes: "Come on."

The yellow flowers and green leaves that had been forced to the shore by the force suddenly flew up, slowly rising as if supported by an invisible hand, and swirling in the night rain in a mesmerizing and poignant way.

However, all of this meant nothing to Fengxuese.

He can't see!

Suddenly, Feng Xuese soared like a white crane, dodging a gleaming blade that shot out from the lake, and then thrust out his own sword. Even though Kazama Yoru was standing three zhang away, his sword struck a nearby tree, producing a sharp clang. He turned, parried from a distance, and with another clang, slashed back. In three moves, the Kazama Yoru three zhang away vanished, while his true form was now inches from Feng Xuese.

"So this is the ninjutsu of you Japanese!"

As Feng Xuese spoke, the sword in her hand flowed out continuously.

The air distorted slightly, and Kazama Yoru's Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute was already entangled with "Snow Color".

After nine moves, the two suddenly separated. Kazama Yoru held his Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute across his chest, while his maple-colored longsword drew a beautiful half-arc in the air, suitable for both offense and defense.

Kazama Yoru's eyes shone like stars: "Young Master Feng is indeed a paragon of Chinese talent!"

Maple Leaf's expression held a hint of admiration: "Japanese martial arts, though originating from China, have developed into their own unique system. Your country is indeed full of talented individuals! It's just a pity—"

Kazama Yoru's expression was somewhat arrogant: "What's a pity?"

"Unfortunately, the land of China is vast and its landscapes are picturesque. Martial arts are based on chivalry, benevolence, and righteousness, and are rooted in wisdom, virtue, and compassion. Your country, confined to a narrow island, has taken away fine martial arts but has turned them into treacherous and insidious practices. Although you have found a different path, you have ultimately become inferior!"

Jianghu TianhenqingⅡ42009-07-23 18:21 He was usually mild-mannered, but these words were quite harsh, showing his deep hatred for that ambitious island nation.

Although Kazama Yoru knew that what he said made sense, he was still indignant: "To be fair, if I were to face Nishino En and Yan Shenhan head-on, who would win?"

After considering for a moment, Feng Xuese said, "You win."

Feng Xuese sneered: "Even your country's superior martial arts will be defeated by our inferior martial arts!"

Feng Xuese shook his head and said, "I said you won not because of your country's kung fu, but because your understanding of Chinese kung fu is much deeper than their understanding of Japanese kung fu!" He sighed and said regretfully, "Our country's martial artists still know too little about your country."

Kazama Yoru remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "What you say is true, but how do you know if I did my best?"

Feng Xuese said, "Why don't we try again?"

"Good!" Kazama Yoru's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the flute in his hand shone brightly.

Maple Leaf stood with his sword across his body, his tall, slender figure standing alone and aloof in the night rain.

The lantern hanging on the willow tree cast a circle of dim yellow light.

Although she knew that if Feng Xuese returned, she wouldn't be blinded by the darkness, Chen Muwan still stood in the circle of light.

Holding an umbrella and bathed in a hazy glow, she stood in the slanting rain, looking as beautiful as the youngest daughter of the Dragon King.

Young Master Feng has been gone for a long time, but he still hasn't returned. She desperately wanted to follow the direction he went to look for him, but his last words before leaving were, "Wait for him!"

Moreover, what if he happens to come back when she leaves? Wouldn't that be a missed opportunity?

Morning and evening, her heart burned with anxiety. She wanted to go see him, yet she dared not. For the first time, she felt that fate had been unfair to her, that she had been injured since childhood and unable to learn martial arts, so now she was powerless to help in any way…

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed along the long embankment.

Chen Muwan was delighted and took two steps forward to greet him, but then stopped.

This isn't him. It's not Young Master Feng!

With Young Master Feng's lightness skill, he wouldn't make such messy footsteps when he walks.

So, on this long, rainy night, on this desolate embankment, who will come here?

It was most likely her two maids or Uncle Feng who came looking for her out of concern—but their footsteps were familiar to her since childhood, so it couldn't be them!

Suddenly remembering the man in black who had been stabbed to death in the lake by Feng Xuese before Ning Nuan Pavilion collapsed, Chen Muwan's heart leaped into her throat.

If any... slip through the net...

The footsteps grew closer, and in the shadows where the light didn't reach, a huge head vaguely appeared. Chen Muwan almost screamed.