El mundo de las artes marciales es un pozo

Capítulo 97

He frowned: "We only discovered that Aunt Ye knew the Ten Thousand Poison Blood Palm after we saw Tang Jingfeng's body. This was really unexpected. I never thought that Tang Jingfeng's daughter would fall in love with my brother."

Even though she was the daughter of his enemy, Nangong Xue still couldn't bear to hurt Tang Kesi. He kept her by his side every day, probably because he was afraid that his younger brother would harm her when he returned. But he never expected that Tang Kesi would run away on her own in her sadness.

"It was you who first set Xiao Nian up with the 'Lonely Wutong Tree,' but Brother Nangong insisted on saving her. In order not to reveal any flaws, you had no choice but to come out and save her yourself."

Just as Nangong Xue couldn't help but stand up to find him, he came out on his own and cured her of the poison.

He looked at the stunned Yang Nianqing and finally nodded: "The day he took you away, it was I who forced him back with the Heart-Corroding and Bone-Piercing Powder. I didn't expect him to endure it for so long."

My heart started to ache again.

When the sword came stabbing at her, he stood in front of her, and there was that clear and happy look in her eyes from the carriage. It was all real. Nangong Xue hadn't lied to her. He really did want to take her away, and he had already made up his mind to turn back.

However, his own brother forced him to return.

A wave of guilt washed over him, and he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile: "Later I realized that I had made a mistake. I really shouldn't have forced him to come back. I never expected that he would use poison on Old Man Cao at that time."

Li You said sadly, "He's protecting you."

Yang Nianqing lowered her head and closed her eyes.

Back in the carriage, he endured the pain, yet still held her tightly, pleading, "Don't go back."

On the evening he woke up, he had that desolate and sorrowful look in his eyes, because he realized that he had returned. Perhaps at that time he had already made up his mind and arranged a path of no return for himself, taking all the blame on himself, all for the sake of protecting his younger brother.

A long silence followed.

“He didn’t need to do that at all. The truth will always be revealed in front of you, and no one can protect him,” he said calmly. “Last night, Tao Clan’s last enemy, a former imperial guard, died of heart disease.”

At this point, his eyes suddenly flashed: "But if I don't come back now, do you think you'll be able to find me?"

He Bi shook his head: "No."

He smiled.

With a raised eyebrow, his handsome face was bathed in the hazy moonlight, and his arrogant smile, always carrying a hint of coldness, made him look like a chrysanthemum braving the frost.

Looking at the square piece of paper that had suddenly appeared in her hand, Yang Nianqing was stunned: "This..."

“It’s a prescription,” he said, no longer looking at her. “It’s Li You’s. Go back and have him take a look, then you’ll know. But be very careful.”

Li You's?

She was very puzzled.

What's wrong with Li You?

Look at Li You, and you'll see he also looks completely bewildered.

Clean, beautiful fingers lifted the wine pot, and the crystal-clear wine slowly poured into the white jade cup, reflecting the moonlight and exuding an exceptionally pure beauty.

Three wine glasses.

Everything was as expected; he had been waiting for them all along.

“I rarely drink,” he sighed, seemingly with some regret, put down the wine jug, and looked at the two men. “Now, would you be willing to have a drink with me?”

After a while.

A stiff smile appeared on his indifferent face. He Bi looked at him and nodded: "It's only natural to keep an old friend company while we drink."

After saying that, he picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

He wasn't grateful: "Aren't you afraid it's poisonous?"

He Bi didn't answer, but frowned and said, "You really don't drink much."

He was taken aback.

Li You picked up his wine cup and looked at it, then sighed, "Compared to Brother Nangong, Old Qiu's taste in wine is really not good. I'm thinking of going to sell wine too. I can sell it to you even if I dilute it with water. This wine is terrible."

He drank it all in one gulp.

A smile gradually spread across her familiar yet unfamiliar phoenix eyes, growing stronger and lingering for a long time.

As that proud figure fell, Yang Nianqing's eyes were filled with tears, but her heart was filled with a deep, unyielding warmth and emotion.

She vaguely saw a glimmer of light in the pair of gloomy, indifferent eyes beside her.

Even a "god" can shed tears.

Along the way, he had many opportunities to strike at them and stop them from continuing their investigation, but he didn't—they were his friends;

He could have escaped; with his exquisite disguise skills, no one would ever recognize him again, and he could have lived a life of freedom forever. But he didn't—he disdained it.

An incredibly proud person.

He loved chrysanthemums, and people called him Mr. Chrysanthemum. He often said, "If a person doesn't even cherish the life of plants, why bother saving his life?"

Yet this very person has personally taken many lives.

Some deserved to die, while others were innocent.

Was this really his intention? A person who cherishes even the lives of plants and trees so much has absolutely no reason not to cherish human life. He knew the consequences of doing this, but he still did it.

It all stemmed from one obsession.

Perhaps at first he only wanted to clear his father's name and his disciples' names, to seek justice for the more than one hundred lives lost, and to bring the murderer who framed Tao Men to justice.

However, there was no justice for him in that world.

No matter how famous or powerful he is, he is just a江湖人士 (jianghu person, someone who walks the martial arts world). The imperial court would never admit his mistake to him, especially since he has no evidence whatsoever.

He was unwilling to accept this, so he chose a path of no return, and took his brother with him.

Was he wrong?

He simply didn't want those innocent disciples to die with their eyes wide open in vain, nor did he want the murderers who killed them to go unpunished. Otherwise, he would forever feel guilty and uneasy.

In the world of martial arts, one is often not in control of one's own destiny.

The clues in the text were too obvious, which was a flaw. The hidden meaning of "White Dew Turns to Frost" was still figured out by my friends, and I was depressed for days... Sigh.

Volume Four: People in the Martial World (Epilogue)

Swallows slant overhead, willow catkins flutter in the air; the charm of late spring is exceptionally captivating.

The two brothers now rest in eternal peace in the beautiful Nanshan Formation, in that small bamboo grove. And when they passed away, the bamboo had already sprouted many tender green new leaves.

Everything started anew.

In the fields, countless figures were busy at work, each face beaming with joy, and acquaintances would greet them warmly from time to time. Occasionally, the call of a cuckoo would drift from outside the mountains, urging people to continue their diligent work.

The clatter of hooves was soft and leisurely as an inconspicuous carriage slowly made its way along the path.

The person driving the carriage was surprisingly a young man in white.

The bright white color was just like the spring sunshine before him, bright and flamboyant. His long eyes always revealed a joyful smile. He leaned casually against the car door, holding a whip in his hand, but never swung it.

There was also a man in black sitting next to him.

His nose was straight, but the tip was slightly upturned, giving his handsome face a touch of coldness. His posture was clearly much better than that of the young man in white; he sat upright.

He is currently speaking to the young man in white.

"Shuiyu?"

"What kind of glasses are they? They're a gift for the old man."

"That's good, then your old man won't find it boring anymore."

"I'm just afraid he's too interesting." Headache.

"Do you still have the prescription that Old Qiu gave you?"

Li You glared: "You want to use it?"

Seeing his expression, a look of amusement appeared on his indifferent face: "He cares about you a lot, probably because he sees that you are too popular with women and is afraid that he will have trouble in the future, so he specially left you a prescription to treat kidney deficiency."

Li You was both amused and exasperated: "It seems you're quite envious. How about I give it to you?"

"Since it's for you, how could I possibly take it from you?"

After a long pause.

He Bi sighed: "I just didn't expect that at that time, he would still joke with you, leave such a congratulatory gift, and even have her hand it to you personally. It's really quite ingenious."

Li You said irritably, "I didn't expect that either."

The horses' hooves clattered, and the wheels creaked.

A look of sadness rose in his long, narrow eyes. He gazed ahead and sighed softly, "I wish he could come back more often now and joke with me."

“It’s all in the past,” He Bi patted his shoulder and said slowly, “He is still our friend.”

silence.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and looking at the hand on his shoulder, he smiled: "Yes."

If a person lives forever in guilt and sorrow, they might as well be dead. What's the point of living?

"I don't need his kindness, you can take it if you want."

He Bi turned to look at the car door behind her: "So you don't dare to go anymore. I'm just wondering, aren't you usually good at dealing with women? Why are you suddenly afraid of her?"

He remained silent.

"You can't beat her?"

Staring wide-eyed.

"I know you can't fight with women, but wasn't your lightness skill supposed to be for escaping?" He Bi looked him up and down as if she were seeing him for the first time. "You can't even outrun her?"

Li You finally sighed: "Even a lazy pig can run faster than her."

"Then why are you afraid of her?"

A moment of silence.

Li You smiled wryly: "To be honest, I've thought about this for a long time, and I still don't understand it."

"I received a letter yesterday saying that some strange things have happened at the Yuwen family in Jiangnan, next month..."

Li You quickly interrupted him: "You don't need to say anything, I don't care."

He Bi was in no hurry: "It's not too late to let me finish speaking."