The yellow sand is flying, and blood is spilled on the soil.黄沙飞扬,鲜血洒在泥土上.黄沙飞扬,鲜血洒在泥土上.黄沙飞扬,鲜血洒在泥土上.黄沙飞扬,鲜血洒在泥土上.黄沙飞扬,鲜血洒在泥土上.黄沙飞扬,鲜血洒在泥土上.Yu Chi Feng stands in the middle of the battlefield, supporting his exhausted body with a long sword, breathing heavily. But the dust-filled air invades his lungs along with his breaths, intensifying the pain in his body.余迟峰站在战场中央,用长剑支撑着疲惫的身躯,喘着粗气.但是充满灰尘的空气随着他的呼吸侵入了他的肺部,加剧了他身体的疼痛.余迟峰站在战场中央,用长剑支撑着疲惫的身躯,喘着粗气.但是充满灰尘的空气随着他的呼吸侵入了他的肺部,加剧了他身体的疼痛.余迟峰站在战场中央,用长剑支撑着疲惫的身躯,喘着粗气.但是充满灰尘的空气随着他的呼吸侵入了他的肺部,加剧了他身体的疼痛.余迟峰站在战场中央,用长剑支撑着疲惫的身躯,喘着粗气.但是充满灰尘的空气随着他的呼吸侵入了他的肺部,加剧了他身体的疼痛.余迟峰站在战场中央,用长剑支撑着疲惫的身躯,喘着粗气.但是充满灰尘的空气随着他的呼吸侵入了他的肺部,加剧了他身体的疼痛.
Blood is flowing non-stop from the top of his head, seeping into his black hair, sticking the messy long hair together, making him look in a sorry state. Excessive blood is smeared over his eyes, making it impossible for him to see the scene in front of him.血从他的头顶不停地流着,渗进他乌黑的头发里,把凌乱的长发粘在一起,使他看起来很可怜.过多的血涂抹在他的眼睛上,使他无法看到眼前的景象.血从他的头顶不停地流着,渗进他乌黑的头发里,把凌乱的长发粘在一起,使他看起来很可怜.过多的血涂抹在他的眼睛上,使他无法看到眼前的景象.
It is only with his tenacious will that he has not collapsed, like a tall tower on the battlefield, guiding the people behind him to continue fighting forward.正是凭借顽强的意志,他才没有倒下,像战场上的高塔,指引着身后的人们继续前进.
He can't see how many allies he has left, nor how many enemies are left, and even the faces of the enemies have become blurred, leaving only patches of blood color.他看不见自己还剩下多少盟友,也看不见还剩下多少敌人,甚至敌人的脸都变得模糊了,只剩下一块块血色.他看不见自己还剩下多少盟友,也看不见还剩下多少敌人,甚至敌人的脸都变得模糊了,只剩下一块块血色.他看不见自己还剩下多少盟友,也看不见还剩下多少敌人,甚至敌人的脸都变得模糊了,只剩下一块块血色.
A sharp blade cuts through the air, making a deafening sound. Yu Chi Feng instinctively pulls out his sword to turn and block, but he is already exhausted. Even the long sword can't withstand the attack and shatters with a sound.
At the same time, another sharp blade comes from the rear, penetrating his chest and taking away his last painful breath.
Yu Chi Feng suddenly vomits a mouthful of bright red blood, his body staggers, and he is on the verge of collapsing.
Suddenly, a burst of buzzing seems to pour into his ears like drowning, taking away his last will.
Before closing his eyes, he tries hard to see who the enemy is. Finally, in the hazy blood color, he meets a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with killing intent.
A shrill crow's cry wakes the man from the pain, and he opens his eyes confusedly.
He supports himself with one hand on the bed and the other hand covering his aching head, groaning, and slowly sits up, but this also aggravates the pain in his chest.
He lowers his head and sees that his muscular chest is wrapped in layers of bandages, with a hint of blood color showing.
He raises his hands and looks at the mottled scars and calluses on the palms and fingers. His mind is extremely blank, as if covered by clouds. He tries to dispel the clouds in his mind, but what emerges is an even denser and more terrifying scarlet!
Who is he? Where is he?
Why has he forgotten all this?
The man feels a splitting headache, but he still stumbles out of bed and looks around vigilantly in this small house that seems like an inn.
Suddenly, a chair rubbing sound comes from the door. He looks up sharply and sees that there seems to be someone guarding outside the half-covered door, and now it seems that the person is asleep.
The feeling of being guarded makes a chill run down his back. He quickly searches around, grabs the clothes placed aside and hurriedly puts them on, gently pushes open the window, and without hesitation, jumps out of the window and lands on the street.
He lands lightly, even he himself is surprised. It is obvious that he knows martial arts, and the scars on his body also prove this.
Could he have been injured and tied up here by his enemies? But his wounds have been treated, and even though he doesn't know how to enjoy himself, he knows that the bedding is definitely not made of coarse cloth. Why would the enemies provide such treatment?
Just as he is confused about where to go, a sudden exclamation comes from behind him:
"Who are you! Why are you here!"
The man turns his head and sees a butcher-like person holding a machete, with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at him fixedly . The man feels the butcher's killing intent towards him. Although he doesn't know the reason, he doesn't say a word and runs away!
"Stop! Stand still!"
The butcher chases after him.
The man runs onto the busiest and most prosperous street, thinking that if there are more people, the butcher won't attack him!
But he never expected that even though he got into the crowd, the butcher didn't mean to let him go at all and still chased after him with that machete. What is even more strange is that the passers-by on the street are not afraid of this at all, and even the looks they give him are equally fierce!
The man's mind is even more blank, and the wound on his body aches due to the violent movements. He grits his teeth and doesn't dare to stay any longer.
He runs through the prosperous street, avoiding the pedestrians on the street. Those gazes converge on him, even the girl selling flowers on the roadside and the musician playing the lute upstairs are staring at him fixedly.
His back is wet with cold sweat.
The butcher shouts behind him: "Don't run! Stop! Catch him, catch him!"
The man runs around the street like a headless fly. He has lost his memory and doesn't know where to hide. Especially since the surrounding scenes and people are so strange...
The pain in his body is even stronger, and he can hardly maintain the balance of his body. Seeing that the butcher is about to catch up with him. He is startled in his heart and wants to speed up, but he sees an old gentleman in a long gown standing in the way ahead, blocking his route.
"Bad! Make way!" He warns, but it is too late to stop. Just when he is ready for the collision, the old gentleman nimbly steps aside to the side.
And in the next moment, the old gentleman actually grabs the butcher's arm. Somehow, with a light pinch, the terrifying machete falls to the ground with a clang.
The man stops in surprise and looks at the fierce look in the butcher's eyes disappearing. The butcher also looks at the old gentleman with confusion.
"Excuse me, everyone. This person is a guest of the young master. He doesn't know the rules here, which has caused everyone to panic." He has a kind smile on his face, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there is no malice in his eyes.
"So it's a guest... It's my recklessness. I'm sorry!" The butcher stands still, scratches his head, and says to the man.
The man hasn't recovered from the shock yet and shakes his head: "I'm fine... This..."
The old gentleman raises his hand and gently pats. Seeing this, the people on the street also disperse one after another and go about their own business. The butcher apologizes again, picks up the machete, and turns to leave.
Only then does the old gentleman turn to look at the man and says with a smile:
"I am the butler beside the city lord, Bai Zhong. Young Master Yu Chi, the city lord has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."
"Yu Chi?"
"Sorry, I forgot. The young master saved you and found a doctor to treat your wounds and placed you in that inn. The doctor said that your head was injured and you might lose your memory. It seems that this is indeed the case."
"What's my name? How do you know my name? Do you know me!" The man eagerly steps forward and asks in a rush, but also realizes that his behavior is inappropriate and droops his shoulders to apologize: "Sorry, I'm a bit anxious."
"It doesn't matter. Your name is Yu Chi Feng. We learned this from a white jade longevity lock on your body - it's in a hidden pocket of this piece of clothing you're wearing. Unfortunately, I don't know you." Bai Zhong shakes his head and says apologetically.
The man quickly touches the clothes on his body, and sure enough, in a hidden pocket on the inside, he finds a small white jade longevity lock. There are engraved words on the longevity lock. Due to the passage of time, the words have been worn almost smooth. But he still tries to make out the three words engraved on it: Yu Chi Feng.
Yu Chi Feng is his name.
Something suddenly flashes in Yu Chi Feng's mind, but it is difficult to grasp.
He is stunned for a while and asks again: "Where is this place? Why did that person just want to kill me?"
Bai Zhong smiles kindly and extends his hand politely, saying: "The young master is waiting for you. Let's talk while we walk."
Yu Chi Feng nods, puts the longevity lock back in its place, and follows Bai Zhong towards the north street.
Bai Zhong slowly introduces: "This place is called
Liudu City is in a special situation and rarely has outsiders come. For the safety of the city, everyone is very vigilant, for fear of disturbing the peace in the city."
Yu Chi Feng is amazed in his heart, and unconsciously imagines a kind and benevolent young master image. Maybe that person has a kind face like Uncle Zhong, or maybe that person is so kind because he believes in Buddhism.
"The city lord must be a kind person." Yu Chi Feng can't help but sigh.
Bai Zhong just smiles and doesn't say anything, leading Yu Chi Feng to make a turn. With this turn, the bustling and lively market street is left behind, and what comes into view is a quiet and peaceful willow forest, as well as two tall chimneys that can only be seen away from the market street and are located in the distance.
There are two guards at the street, and when they see Bai Zhong, they all bow their heads in respect, obviously showing great respect for Bai Zhong.
"This is the territory of the Feng Mansion. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter. The young master lives here."
"What are those two chimneys for..." Yu Chi Feng looks up and asks curiously.
"That place is called Jianya Pool, where weapons are forged. Although Liudu City can be self-sufficient internally, it still conducts trade with the outside world. Providing weapons to the outside world is the main business." Bai Zhong explains, "The young master is best at smelting weapons. Speaking of - seeing that you are strong, if you stay here, Jianya Pool might be a good choice."
Yu Chi Feng nods to show that he understands. After coming to his senses, he is somewhat puzzled. Why after this explanation, he would 默认 (implicitly assume) that he will stay here? Is it to thank the city lord for saving his life, or is it to stay here to explore his own identity?
Thinking wildly as he walks, it doesn't take long before he sees a solemn and quiet courtyard surrounded by weeping willows. There are golden "Feng Mansion" characters on the courtyard door, and there are also guards at the door.
When the guards see Bai Zhong returning, they open the door for the two of them. As soon as they enter, they can see that the flower beds and trees in the front yard are flourishing, seemingly well taken care of, exuding a fresh and pleasant atmosphere everywhere. Passing by the front hall, they see a stone sword statue standing in the center of the middle courtyard. Just by looking at it, one can feel the strong oppressive feeling on it. On both sides of the middle courtyard are neatly arranged houses. According to Bai Zhong's introduction, these are all the places where the servants live.
It is only in the deepest part of the courtyard, the main courtyard, that the young master's residence is located.
There are many servants in the courtyard who are busy. There are young boys and girls pruning the flower branches and chatting and laughing, and there are also older women washing clothes and carrying water. Seeing this peaceful scene, Yu Chi Feng is even more convinced of what he thinks. The city lord of Liudu City must be a kind-hearted and benevolent person.
"This is the study. The young master is waiting here." Bai Zhong leads Yu Chi Feng to the side room study, lowers his eyes, bends over, and gently knocks on the door three times, saying: "Young master, the person has been brought."
It is still quiet inside. After a moment, a sound of a tea cup being placed on the table is heard, and then a response comes:
"Come in."
Yu Chi Feng is stunned for a moment because the voice coming from inside is obviously very young.
That voice is cool and lazy, like the swaying willow outside the house, with a myriad of charms. As Bai Zhong opens the door, Yu Chi Feng gets a glimpse of the beauty inside.
He sees a young man sitting on the grand chair in the middle of the room, leaning to one side, holding a white jade pipe in his hand, and puffing out curling white smoke. He has a handsome face, with slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, and surprisingly, he has a pair of blood-red eyes like blood.
He is wearing a light cyan long gown, but he doesn't seem to want to hide his good figure, revealing his delicate collarbone and fair skin. His black hair falls down casually, adding to his charm. The curling white smoke partially hides his alluring appearance, making him even more captivating.
The young man hears the door open and looks up indifferently.
Yu Chi Feng is shocked when he meets those unfeeling blood-red eyes, and chaotic thoughts rush up, making it difficult for him to breathe. But after he takes a deep breath to calm his breathing, he is already swallowed by those eyes.
In the eyes of this heartless beauty, there will naturally not be a person's shadow for long, but just one glance, even if it is full of killing intent and contempt, it is also enough to make a person willing to die without regret.在这无情的美女眼中,自然不会长久地有一个人的影子,但仅仅一瞥,即使充满了杀人的意图和蔑视,也足以让人舍生忘死.