222 “Drunken Bones (Guyan 1v1 High H)” Fanhua Villa Extra – Sword Song

The sky is slightly moist, and drizzle is woven diagonally in the depths of the mountain forest. There is silence in the flower forest. Only when the wind passes over the branches, the peach blossoms of the trees will fall one after another, like rain but not rain, like a dream but not a dream.The petals were soaked in the rain and clung wetly to the bluestone path. They were delicate and soft, like drunken red rouge accidentally spilled and staining the ground.

Under the pavilion, red lanterns hanging on the eaves swayed in the wind.The snow in the distant mountains has not yet melted, and fine water drips along the tile ditch. The sound reaches my ears like a gurgling stream.

Huo Sui casually brushed away the petals that fell on his shoulders, and inadvertently looked at the open space under the tree. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his eyes darkened and the corners of his lips raised slightly.”This general is so… persistent.” He picked up his sword with his toes and held it neatly in his palm. His smile was as uninhibited as the wind. “Since calligraphy cannot compare to a leader, let’s change the competition. Let’s fight for victory with swords.”

When he finished speaking, he did not forget to cast a sidelong glance at Xie Ciyan, and smiled lazily and arrogantly: “You sit in front of the case all day long to approve discounts. Your hands are probably rusty. Maybe you can’t even beat me?”

Xie Ciyan glanced at him with a smile but not a smile, his expression was calm, and his tone was leisurely but sharp, “It seems that it has been a long time, and you have forgotten how you became the defeated general under my sword.”

After saying this, he raised his hand to signal for someone to bring up a long sword with a silver scabbard.The scabbard has clear dark lines and slightly polished corners. It is the sword he wore when he first entered the military camp many years ago. It has been with him for many years, but he has not held it in his hand for a long time.Now it is held in the palm of the hand again, with a look of nostalgia in the lowered eyes. Although the sword is slightly dusty, it still has a faint cold light.

The wind blows through the pavilion, and the shadows of candles under the eaves flicker.He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on Huo Shuibei vaguely. Then he quickly suppressed the smile on his lips and said coolly, “Now that the old sword is in hand, can it bring back some of the skills you had back then?”

Huo Sui let out a “tsk” sound, and his body suddenly straightened up a lot, as if he was aroused a little bit more angry, and he seemed to hear a very familiar and arrogant tone.His eyebrows were slightly curved, and his smile was as open and wanton as before, “Swords…you can only know by comparing them.”

Under the peach blossom tree, a quiet open space was filled with fallen flowers and mottled shadows on the branches, much like the wild land outside the military camp in the past.In the old days, when he was young and full of energy, he wore a blood-stained and muddy battle robe and walked in the dust of the world. He did not follow etiquette and did not care about victory or defeat.Those who lost, regardless of whether they were generals or soldiers, had to roll up their sleeves and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes and chopsticks after a whole day of sweating. Even though the water was cold and their hands were red, no one complained.

Now I stand under the peach blossom tree again. Although it is no longer the wilderness outside the military camp, I can still hear the same gurgling wind in my ears. The wet sweat is like the raindrops falling lightly on the corners of my sleeves and brushing the blade of my sword.

They are no longer the young boys who can go into battle shirtless without fear of winning or losing.Now, one person is carrying thousands of troops. Once defeated, it may be the fall of a city. The other person is carrying the people of the world, which is a heavy identity that is difficult to act rashly.

But deep down in Xie Ciyan’s heart, he still misses those competitions that were without success and rarely known to the public.Not for fame, but just to find that little bit of hot blood in the sword fight, to remind myself that I am still alive, and my will has not been crushed by the piles of cold memorials and power in the court, and I have become a coward like the deposed emperor who is timid but unable to protect his family and country.

The moment his fingertips rubbed the blade of the sword, he seemed to remember something, his expression paused, and then he lifted his robe and walked out of the pavilion.The silver sword whirled lightly in the palm of his hand, and the sharp point pointed straight at Huo Sui.His eyes were calm, but with a long-lost warmth, and his voice was low and clear, “Then come and compete with the previous one.”

The two of them stood in the drizzle, with the cool breeze blowing through their robes and the petals flying.Before the moves were activated, the momentum was exchanged first, as if he had returned to those afternoons when the muddy water was boiling and the blood was stained with blood.The world has changed, and they are no longer the reckless teenagers they once were who would compete for a pot of strong wine. Fortunately, their unyielding energy and friendship can still continue to this day and have never dissipated.

In the competition between them, winning or losing never mattered.

The important thing is that under this peach forest, they can retain the last inch of youthful edge that has not been lost for each other.

The light of the sword suddenly broke through the drizzle.Huo Sui made the first move, and the blade of his sword was like a wind-whipped sword. It struck diagonally with a bit of unrestrained and unrestrained style, but its power was hidden in its sharpness.Xie Ciyan’s eyes narrowed, his steps moved slightly, and the silver sword moved in response, intersecting with the long sword in his hand and making a clear sword sound.

The raindrops were blown away by the sword energy, and the falling peach blossoms were involved in the confrontation, seeming to have become witnesses of this confrontation.The two of them were going back and forth, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, and their sword moves seemed random, but in fact they were hidden temptations and competitions.Huo Sui approached with a flat thrust, Xie Ciyan used the spine of his sword to block it lightly, then raised it with his wrist, forcing him to retreat half an inch.The peach blossoms fell on the shoulders of the two men, and were stirred up by the strong wind, spinning and flying in the shadow of the sword, like the rolled battle flags on the old battlefield, with the smell of earth and blood.

A sword swept across, splashing rain like mist. Huo Sui’s robe was rolled up by the wind, his eyes were smiling, but there was no sign of relaxation.”I haven’t held a sword for many years, but my hands are quite nimble.”

Xie Ciyan’s eyebrows were calm, but he was calm and composed while the silver sword was rising and falling. He was very much like him when he first entered the battlefield and defeated the enemy’s first line among thousands of troops.”I told you earlier, and you will be at a disadvantage again.”

The wind blew through the peach forest, the branches swayed slightly, and a petal fell on the tip of Xie Ciyan’s sword, but he did not shake it off. He only looked sideways at Huo Sui, with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

“Looking at it from this, I’m afraid Huo Sui will fall into the inferior category again.” In the pavilion, Yan Zhaozhao and Bi Luo’s eyes were fixed on the two figures facing each other with swords in the field.Yan Zhaozhao rarely had the opportunity to see Xie Ciyan dance his sword. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, it felt more and more fresh, as if through this competition, he saw the young, frivolous and high-spirited man.There was a faint smile in her eyes, and there was a hint of pride that could not be hidden in her tone.

As soon as Yan Zhaozhao finished speaking, Bi Luo beside her suddenly coughed slightly, as if she was a little embarrassed to speak, but she couldn’t help but wanted to say something for Yu Hui in her heart.Her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she whispered: “But I think… Huo Sui is slightly better.”

Yan Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows and turned her eyes, her tone playful.”Oh? Tell me, what’s the best one?”

Bi Luo pursed her lips, and the graceful appearance of Huo Sui when he wielded the sword flashed through her mind. Her cheeks could not help but be stained with a little blush, and she said slowly and seriously, “Although his sword skills are not that sharp and crisp, but the laziness and fierceness are like wind and rain, more like doing a beautiful sword dance.” She lowered her head and chuckled, “It looks good, no matter how you look at it.”

Yan Zhaozhao smiled half-heartedly, deliberately teasing, “Then you mean… Xie Ciyan doesn’t look good?”

“No, no!” Bi Luo waved her hand to deny, her eyes falling on the figure of the general who was smiling more and more wantonly, “How can I say that the emperor is not good-looking, but… as far as I am concerned, there is no one more beautiful than Huo Sui in the world.”

Yan Zhaozhao smiled instead of being angry when he heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips, but there was soft relief in his heart.Bi Luo, who was once cautious and timid to express her feelings, is no longer the same as before.She was extremely pampered by Huo Sui, with a bright smile and firm eyes. She could express her love frankly and was no longer afraid of other people’s eyes.

——After all, there is no one in the world who is more compatible than the two of them.

Her eyes were sparkling, she turned her head to look at her, her tone was a bit sly, like an ordinary close friend, “But I clearly think Xie Ciyan is better, he has a heroic appearance. Although he is an emperor, you can still see him wielding a sword in battle.” Yan Zhaozhao held the teacup and shook it gently, and said slowly: “Others can’t compare to this one ten thousandth.”

Bi Luo paused and glanced at his mother-in-law, then stood up and took two steps closer, shouting loudly to Huo Sui who was still happily competing with her moves not far away, “Huo Sui, you must win -” Her clear eyes rolled slightly, and her cheeks were even redder than before, but she finally said it, “If you win, I will promise you one thing!”

Huo Sui, who was wielding his sword, was suddenly shocked. When he blocked Xie Ciyan’s cold sword blade, he took the time to cast a glance at the pavilion, “Are you telling the truth?!”

“Yes——”

Before she finished her words, Yan Zhaozhao stood beside her at some point. After looking at her with a meaningful look in his eyes, he opened his mouth and shouted to Xie Ciyan: “Xie Ciyan, you must not lose!”

Xie Ciyan suddenly turned around and caught Huo Sui’s move with his backhand, his eyes staring straight at Yan Zhaozhao, “What if I win?”

Yan Zhaozhao thought for a moment and then said to the man without hesitation, “Whatever you want is up to you.”

A beautiful picture suddenly appeared in Xie Ciyan’s mind. His eyes were instantly filled with a look of determination, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he even swung the sword with much greater strength than before.”Don’t regret it.”

Immediately, there was a clear sword cry in the field, and two figures turned and intertwined under the rain of flowers. When the sword energy struck each other, there was a rustling sound of wind, and a peach blossom tree fell in response, just like dancing in the world of mortals.

Yan Zhaozhao and Bi Luo looked at each other, their eyes already filled with undercurrents, and then they looked at the field in unison.A silent contest had quietly started between them unknowingly.