Don't be clouded

Chapter 25

That sword was aimed at Ji Bieyun's heart, but he avoided it with difficulty, and finally let the sword's edge sink into his right shoulder.As for whether it was pierced or not, he could no longer feel it.

He hadn't experienced that kind of bone-piercing pain for a long time, and his eyes turned white from the pain for a while, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The moment the long sword was drawn out, he tried his best not to fall down.

When the fight started just now, he realized that it was a sharp sword with a sharp edge. Not only that, this sword was carefully forged, and it was most suitable for killing people.

The man on the opposite side didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe. He called again, and every move was a killer move.

Ji Bieyun resisted instinctively, the wound on his right shoulder was further torn as he moved, and he could only retreat in embarrassment.

He could feel the warm blood soaking the fabric of his right shoulder and flowing down his arm, and soon the palm of his hand holding the hilt was also slippery.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he opened the defense in front of him and took another sword forcefully. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the blade slashed across his chest, he threw the sword in his hand and caught it with his left hand.

The pain in the wrist is getting worse, but it's much better than the right shoulder.

The strength to receive the move finally recovered a little, but the opponent's offensive did not weaken at all, and even became crazier, as if they wanted to kill him now.

With a thrust of the sword, Ji Bieyun jumped up from the ground, stepped on the man's sword body and used his strength to flip forward, and at the same time swung the sword intently, hitting the man's back.

However, the gap between the weapons of the two was too great, and his blow only made the man stagger a few steps forward.

Ji Bieyun didn't believe that the people present couldn't see that he was stabbed, so he was delaying time so that the people from the Ministry of War could rush to the stage and stop this unfair fight.

Fortunately, he heard random footsteps on the wooden stairs.

The person in front of him also heard it, jumped out of the high platform unexpectedly.Ji Bieyun hurriedly chased after him, but saw that the man stabbed his sword into the pillar during the fall, stabilized his figure, then turned over and fled into the crowded crowd.

Ji Bieyun's nervous mind relaxed, and he knelt down exhausted.

He put down the sword, pressed his right shoulder tremblingly with his left hand, and pressed hard after adapting to the pain.

A muffled grunt escaped from his mouth, he gritted his teeth tightly, and added some strength.

The blood mixed with the raindrops fell to the ground, forming a pool of dark red around him.

Someone from the military department came to ask him if he could persevere, Ji Bieyun looked up and asked, "If I go down, will I lose?"

The official in brocade robe nodded, so he lowered his eyes again, and said coldly: "I will continue to fight."

The audience was in chaos, and the military department sent many people to chase after the man just now, causing quite a panic among the crowd.

The young man on the stage seemed to be isolated from the surroundings, his face was as pale as paper, he tore off the fabric at the corner of his clothes, wrapped it tightly around his right shoulder twice, and then tied a knot with his left hand and teeth.

When he got up again, the boy supported himself with his sword, and stood up unsteadily.

His whole body was soaked by the drizzle, and the broken hair on his forehead and sideburns stuck to his face.With black hair and white skin, his expression was forbearing and stern, which added a hint of madness to that originally handsome face.

Ji Bieyun felt the peace between heaven and earth and the slaughter on this stage, and suddenly smiled.

Such an atmosphere made him seem to have returned to Shugu City.The same is true there, the world is vast, the mountains and rivers are vast and far away, and only people are the darkest existence.

That being the case, what else can I do... Only win.

He wants to win the Deng Que Meeting, win everyone who wants to kill him, until his sword can provoke Chen Jing and cut through the entire country!

Ji Bieyun clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and faced the next opponent with his mortal body.

He didn't even see his opponent's face clearly, he had already bullied himself, and walked around behind him like a ghost.The sword is in front of this person's neck, and the other hand covers the top of this person's head. If the blade is sharp, the head will fall to the ground in the next moment.

With a flash of cold light, a red mark appeared on the man's neck, and he fell forward with an exclamation stuck in his throat.

The injury on Ji Bieyun's right shoulder was affected, and the blood that had just stopped seeped out again.He wiped off the rain on his face indiscriminately, then turned to look at the officers and soldiers beside him, "Next."

The pain had seized part of his mind, Ji Bieyun could only use the sword in front of him to divert the pain.

The enemies on the opposite side were obviously different, but they all had the same face in his eyes. He numbly drew his sword, and the sound of pattering rain and the crisp sound of weapons colliding could be heard in his ears.

The fight was as long as exile.

Ji Bieyun unconsciously recalled the road from Lingzhou in the south to Shugucheng in the north. At the age of 13, he thought that road had no end.The group of them went from early winter of the first year to early spring of the second year. Every time they walked, more people died, either because of hunger and cold, or because of illnesses caused by long-term walking.

The number of people in the Liu family died less and less, until there were only six people left in the end.

The dead were buried in random dug pits, without tombstones or sacrifices, and the small graves along the road became a guidepost for his exile.

But after arriving at the Bone City, the withering of life is an easier thing.

Ji Bieyun witnessed the death of one person after another with his own eyes, and death accompanied him to grow up, and his youth was spent in that endless death.

Another fell before him.

"next."

die?

Even though he has seen too many passings, he will never be numb to death.

He must survive, and live well.

Rainwater flowed into his dry eyes, but he ignored it, allowing the world to become more blurred.

……

"next."

……

"Next one."

Ji Bieyun's body was on the verge of collapse, and he supported himself entirely by his will.

Opponents fell one after another, but he didn't feel relieved, because all his mind was used by him to control himself not to fall.

Sitting by the window, Guan Chen was as cold as ice for ten thousand years.

Prince Xian had already returned to the room, looking at the competition stage speechless.He couldn't take his eyes off the boy, and after a while he said: "The beast is still fighting. He finally showed his true colors, like a wolf cub about to grow up."

The monk asked, "How many people are there?"

"There is only one person left."

Ji Bieyun didn't have the energy to count the number of people. His eyes were bloodshot and his eye circles were red from the beating. He seemed to have completely lost his mind.

However, no matter how strong his force is, he will inevitably be injured in the face of a master who has reached the final round.What's more, he was seriously injured, so there were more and more injuries on his body. Although no blood could be seen, the abdomen and back covered by clothes were hit many times, and the pain became more and more sharp and heavy.

It rained harder and harder.

The rain drenched the clothes of everyone in the audience and on the city wall, but no one wanted to leave.They all stared at the high platform, the white platform had been dyed crimson, and the boy's figure never slowed down, and his sword was always flowing like water, changing from a trickle to a rolling river.

Even though the young man was seriously injured, most of the people present thought that he would be the last one.

In this heavy rain, the boy replaced the sky light above the stratus clouds and became the most dazzling existence in the world.

When Ji Bieyun fought to the end, even breathing was a pain.

After he pushed the opponent in front of him to the corner, he used his last bit of strength to point the sword tip at the man's neck, then flipped his wrist, and knocked the man unconscious to the ground with the spine of the sword.

He opened his mouth, his hoarse voice was extremely weak: "Next."

No one responded to him.

Ji Bieyun turned around slowly, looked behind him, no new opponent appeared at the stairs.

There was the sound of drums coming from below the stage, and the thick and powerful sound pierced through the rain curtain and resounded all around.

It is the drumbeat of the Dengque meeting when the dust settles.

Did he win?

Ji Bieyun saw countless pairs of eyes in a trance, and his eyes stopped suddenly when he moved to the wine flag.

The darkness in front of him gradually engulfed the red flag, and before he fainted, he thought with relief that he didn't need to watch the dust to save himself.

**

To Ji Bieyun, pain is comparable to strong alcohol. Others use alcohol to numb themselves, but he uses pain.

Even in his drowsiness, he could feel that he was surrounded by long and stable pain. In his dream, he didn't have to think about other things, and he could only stay in the pain wholeheartedly.

However, indistinctly, he seemed to hear an extremely slight sound, as if the beads were being moved.He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were so heavy that he fell into a coma again.

For a moment, he felt that the person beside him must be the kind-hearted Guanchen, and for a moment he thought of Huizhi in a trance, and even the dream became confused because of this.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Bieyun finally woke up.

Before he even opened his eyes, he felt overwhelming pain, as if his whole body had been put on a stone mill and had been run over several times before being put back together again.

He tried to turn over, but there was no strength at all, and he couldn't help but groaned in pain.

Footsteps sounded from the side immediately.

Is it Dust Observation?He remembered that he vaguely heard Guan Chen twirling the beads beside him.

Open your eyes and look, what you see is Prince Xian.The prince was standing by the bed, looking down at him with the light behind his back.

It was still bright outside, but the rain had stopped, he didn't know the time for a moment, then he heard Prince Xian say: "Guan Chen just left, now it's the end of the second day."

Ji Bieyun smiled weakly, and his voice was extremely hoarse when he spoke: "I didn't ask him."

"Your eyes asked." The prince turned around and sat on a chair not far away, finally showing his expression, calm and helpless.

"He guarded you here all night, and was just called away by the people in the temple."

He just woke up, his thoughts were not coherent, but he thought vaguely that the voice he heard when he was unconscious was not a hallucination.

Guan Chen is really a compassionate... friend.

Mingwang shook his head, the more he looked, the more he felt that the two were alike.One is more stubborn than the other, and they are all elm-headed, but they don't like to express their thoughts.

From yesterday to now, he didn't figure out whether Guan Chen's attitude was nervous or not.If you say nervous, Ji Bieyun almost lost his life on stage yesterday, and I didn't see much reaction from Guan Chen.If you said you were not nervous, why did you stay in the room all night?

I have never seen any monk who is as sick as Guanchen.

He put aside his messy conjectures, and said seriously: "I have already sent someone to track down the person who stabbed you, but the person disappeared after he escaped from the city, and he probably will not enter Beijing again."

Ji Bieyun's tone was relaxed: "It's okay, I didn't expect to find anything from these people, thank you, my lord."

"Don't thank me, but think about entering the palace to thank you." Prince Xian said, "His Majesty made an exception when he heard that you were stabbed, and allowed you to choose a military position at will. I also want to come here this time." Let me ask what you mean, what do you think about the Forbidden Army of the North Yam and the Twelve Guards of the South Yam?"