The girl knitted her brows, then threw her sword, and deftly, it spun in the air. Rong Mei catches with the thumb under the grip and the four fingers on top. The wind cut through Rong Mei's running speed, and the girl thrust her sword into Guo Fen's heart again. What Guo Fen noticed all along was that Rong Mei always easily moved her right shoulder towards his heart. It was as if she was so used to it. But of course, Guo Fen dodged it neatly. He spun around and parried Rong Mei's longsword with his ice blade.The sound of swords and ice crystals clinking. Almost gave off a spark. Guo Fen held the ice knife with both hands. When Rong Mei spun around to slash with even stronger force to chop Guo Fen, Guo Fen had already predicted it. He ducked faster, Rong Mei raised her hand, rotated the position of the sword in the air then took the sword in a different position so she could use the long sword like holding a short knife.Guo Fen knew her next move, he spun around, turned his back o
Rong Mei's cottage was directly opposite the cliff wall of the Shen mountains that flanked the plains between Shanyi Village and the Imperial area. When the sun rises, the sun's light peeps gradually from behind the mountain cliffs, illuminating the front of the hut which has no walls. At that time Rong Mei heard the familiar sound of flapping bird wings. She immediately came out of the hut and looked up at the sky.Postal birds came from the air and landed with their wings spread on a large log that was piled not far from the edge of the cliff. Rong Mei approached the bird and then took the small scroll tied behind the bird. Only certain people can send messages to Rong Mei's hut. And those people are those who have used or will use their services in terms of 'revenge' or simply 'annihilate' someone.Rong Mei read the small message inside containing; “Chief Imperial Tea Picker. Wang Chu Xie.”With the wind gently blowing past her face, Rong Mei immediately crumpled the small piec
At that time, three years ago, Guo Fen met Lan Ju Xiong who had a gloomy aura. His hair almost covered his eyes and he seemed to have no zest for life. But when the young man raised his bow and shot at the birds in the sky to threaten Guo Fen who did not want to part with the boss who was said to have helped him bury his father's body, Guo Fen knew that the young man's request was not a joke and he would pay more.As a result, Guo Fen apologized and promised to return to the boss at the fruit shop and not forget his kindness. After Ju Xiong took Guo Fen on horseback, driving for nearly an hour, he arrived at the bandit settlement on the outskirts of the city. The residence was a bit far from the mountain, but due to its position on a plateau, Guo Fen could see a stretch of houses scattered to the east near the palace grounds.Then Chairman Han—who looked a little old but had a reassuring smile told Guo Fen to try hauling two pigs at once and take them to the kitchen to be cooked. Ea
The only way to the palace area is through the roofs and hidden behind the layers of clay. Guo Fen certainly wasn't used to walking on rooftops. His position was tilted and he had to make sure his shoes weren't slippery when he stepped on the tile. Although a little anxious, he still managed to balance himself and followed Rong Mei without making a sound. Rong Mei's footsteps did not sound at all. The soles of her feet were as smooth as cloth falling on the ground. Her eyes were sharp and alert lurking from behind hiding and guessed when the officers crossed the middle of the road.“Rong’jie, are we going to the palace? Our position seems to be on its way there,” whispered Guo Fen looking far ahead. In the middle of the bustling and bustling city, Guo Fen could see a majestic grand wall as the palace territory was getting closer.Rong Mei's eyes narrowed. She answered slowly, "No. We are going to the office's residence.""Wang Chu Xie?"Rong Mei nodded. “I have to see who is keep
Guo Fen was stunned. Unknowingly, Rong Mei's words seemed to fill a small jug in his heart which had always felt confusing and empty. Losing a father was the most painful state for Guo Fen. But Guo Fen knew that if he continued to feel sorry for himself, he would not be able to progress and he would not be able to learn to kill and move on. Guo Fen believes that the future is also more precious than wounds. There was something precious that Guo Fen could have from his father's death. Something formed Guo Fen from that wound.“A person can be very strong when he falls hurt. The deeper the wound, the stronger that person survives.” Rong Mei said, adding on seeing Guo Fen speechless at her words. Rong Mei didn't know if Guo Fen understood, but seeing that a child of Guo Fen's age had to think about this matter, she felt a little pity. Secretly, Rong Mei wondered if when she was little her teacher felt the same way when she raised her.At a time like this, Rong Mei misses her teacher w
Rong Mei put Wang Chu Xie down from her shoulders and half slammed it on the ground. Guo Fen stayed behind, watching the girl take out a knife from her pocket and stab it in one fell swoop, Wang Chu Xie's halting breath was instantly cut off. The sound of silence grabbed. The cold wind howled softly. The tips of the tea leaves around the tea garden swayed gently. Blowing out a last goodbye message to celebrate the death of Wang Chu Xie.“Let this lotus flower take you where it should be. Goodbye," whispered Rong Mei while placing a white lotus flower on Wang Chu Xie's body which was lying on the ground. Behind him, a boulder propped the man up. As it turned out, Guo Fen's arrow had only hit Wang Chu Xie's throat. Not really skewered there.In guilt, Guo Fen remained in place until Rong Mei turned around to find him still holding the bow with mixed feelings."It's finished. Let's go back," said Rong Mei quietly.Guo Fen followed Rong Mei to the tea garden field and walked for near
Guo Fen sat in front of the two women at the square dining table in front of the wallless hut building. The stove over the firewood is boiling. The water is used to boil the tea while Rong Mei prepares small clay cups and teapots to mix the tea. There is nothing fancy about the equipment in the lodge. Guo Fen secretly watched."What do you want to ask?" asked the woman suddenly.Physically, this woman was probably around forty or fifty. Her face was so beautiful that she didn't even look forty if it weren't for her deep voice. Her eyes were gentle and showed a hint of warmth, only her expression was stiff and cold. As if not wanting to show the real side.“Many things,” Guo Fen muttered with a small smile.Rong Mei came with a teapot and tea stew in her hands. She walked over to the table and poured tea into a glass. The steam was billowing, and the smell of tea wafted through the air."Just ask. I know by now you must be wondering if this is my teacher who was in the black ink
Thirty years ago, the story of Bai Lianhua.The rows of shops in the Huang market that afternoon were full of people. Especially in Bai Jun Hui's shop, a place where a handsome man always performs live painting actions. Bai Jun Hui, the man who is called the magic hand because he can always paint something as real as the original, has a visitor of a young woman the age of his wife. Back then, Bai Jun Hui had always thought painting was fun. He has many customers and fans who love his work. Even his wife and children also glorify his position as a famous painter in Shanyi Village.That day, when Bai Jun Hui was painting a swan by the lake, many people were watching. Neatly, Bai Junhui moved his hands and fingers like a brush wiping multi-colored paint onto a paper canvas. Some of the onlookers didn't even care how much time was spent on painting the swan swimming on the lake, they still witnessed the art of giving birth to the work live.Suddenly, someone called out to Bai Junhui from