【The charm of that fleeting moment】(4)

Chapter Four

Every autumn, the area behind Ziyun Manor turns ablaze with red, a fiery red, as vibrant as the morning glow.

Crimson maple leaves dance in the air, carried away by the autumn wind. At this moment, a young woman holds a

maple leaf in her hand. She gently blows it, and the leaf slowly falls into the bleak wind. She murmurs, "Alone I climb

the high tower, gazing to the ends of the earth..." Her voice is tinged with awkwardness, carrying an indescribable loneliness and desolation. She slowly

raises her head, her beautiful face filled with longing and adoration.

She is incredibly wealthy, richer than a nation. Her husband is the renowned martial arts master, the "Invincible Swordsman" Liu

Sheng Liu , and her family is the prestigious Murong family, one of the four great martial arts clans. What more could she ask for?

Why, then, does her gaze towards the distant mountains hold such sorrow? In her eyes, she seemed to see the figure of a dancer again,

graceful and elegant. Why did that handsome face and those slightly magnetic words keep appearing in her dreams? So much so that she

often forgot she was already a married woman!

That day, he handed her a maple leaf. "Every maple leaf has its own untold secrets, containing the

story of its entire life. The winding veins represent a bumpy road, and even if the end is to turn to dust, it has still lived

its own beautiful life, though brief, it is enough to savor."

She would never forget his words. She didn't know if he was talking about himself, but she didn't need to know;

a moment of tenderness was enough. In the dead of night, his gentle hand would often wipe away the tears from her eyes.

Tears of longing flowed like a river, overflowing the boundless darkness and surging towards her.

The vast expanse of Taihu Lake was breathtakingly beautiful, and a small boat drifted with the current. Murong Xue, dressed in black,

stood , her beautiful face as cold as ice. Behind her were her two maids, Ruyue and Rushuang. She was returning to her parents' home for a funeral.

Her brother-in-law, Nangong Hao, was accompanying his wife back to the Murong family home in Suzhou when he was fatally attacked by an assassin at the doorstep.

A red dot appeared between his brows at the moment of his death, the result of a sword strike, demonstrating the power of the assassin's blow. Nangong Hao hadn't even managed to draw his

Cicada Wing Sword in time, and his renowned Meteor Butterfly Sword Technique hadn't even been executed before

he was dead.

The incident caused a sensation in the martial arts world, spreading like wildfire. The assassin was suddenly portrayed as a superhuman, with three heads and six arms

. Especially noteworthy was the assassin's calm decapitation of Nangong Hao, and how he had even taken his

family heirloom, the Cicada Wing Sword, before leaving.

When Murong Xue returned home, the house was crowded with people; the martial arts practitioners who had come to mourn her were all filled with grief. She

entered the inner room and saw her eldest sister, Murong Qiu, weeping uncontrollably, her expression dejected. Her elder sister, a scholar who had never practiced martial arts,

was quite knowledgeable in astrology, divination, and the art of divination, yet she had never imagined her own fate would be so tragic. She

embraced her younger sister, sobbing uncontrollably, blaming herself, "If I had known this would happen, I should have learned martial arts; I wouldn't

have just watched your brother-in-law be stabbed to death."

Murong Xue, also in tears, comforted her, "Losing or being injured is inevitable in the martial world, sister. Please accept my condolences."

She couldn't think of any way to soothe her sister's wounded heart.

"I will definitely find the murderer and avenge my brother-in-law!" Seeing her sister's unbearable pain, she

gritted her teeth and vowed to avenge her sister. Inside the hall, the members of the Murong family were filled with righteous indignation.

The embarrassing scene of the murderer calmly escaping from their own doorstep meant they would inevitably be ridiculed in the future. Meanwhile,

Nangong sat quietly in a corner of the hall, vaguely sensing that the murderer was still in Suzhou. Although his younger brother

wasn't the top fighter in the Nangong family, he was completely outmatched; the assassin's martial arts were truly terrifying.

If the Nangong family didn't find their true opponent, they would face endless trouble. Ostensibly, they were there to escort their mother's

coffin back to Luoyang, but more importantly, they wanted to find the mastermind behind it all.

Hanshan Temple, located in the western suburbs outside the city gate of Suzhou, was originally named Miaopuming Pagoda Temple, but it became famous because of Zhang Ji's poem "A

Night Mooring . At this moment, a young man in white stood upright on Maple Bridge, reciting with rhythm: "The moon sets,

crows cry , frost fills the sky; river maples and fishing lights reflect my sorrowful sleep."

After a long while, he looked up at the flock of crows flying erratically on the bell tower and the half-set sun, and said softly, "You

finally found me! Truly worthy of being the renowned Murong of Gusu, so powerful, so powerful!" He could deeply

feel the aggressive killing intent behind him.

Without turning his head, he continued, "Years ago, Hanshan asked Shide: 'If the world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at

me, belittles me, and despises me, how should I deal with it?'" "Shi De laughed and said, 'Just endure him, avoid him, let him be, let him do as

he pleases, be patient with him, respect him, and ignore him. In a few years, you'll see what he's like.' These past few years, as I've traveled the martial world, I've gradually

come to understand this Zen principle. What do you say, Mr. Murong?

'" Murong Wanli's long beard fluttered in the autumn twilight. Before him stood an exceptionally handsome, elegant young man,

far from the fearsome assassin he once was. Over the years, a white-clad youth had appeared in the martial world, his attacks fierce

and ruthless , never missing a target. Wherever he went, cries of agony filled the air

; many called him the Grim Reaper of the martial world. The sun set, and the evening breeze began to rise. The youth slowly turned around, his sculpted face calm and serene,

as if facing a long-lost friend, not a renowned martial arts master. He said

calmly , "You've come to kill me, haven't you? Mr. Murong, seeing is believing.

How about I experience the 'using their own methods against them' technique of the Murong family of Gusu?"

Murong Wanli shook his head and said, "You're just an assassin, only interested in money. Just reveal

the mastermind , and you can leave unscathed." The young man before him was exceptionally handsome, the most outstanding gentleman he had ever seen in this chaotic world.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his talent and a desire to recruit him.

The young man smiled slightly, a smile as radiant as spring flowers. Murong Wanli's heart stirred, and his

murderous vanished instantly, replaced by fear.

Dissolving murderous intent in a smile—this soul-capturing technique was one of the five supreme skills of the Demonic Sect, passed down from

Hong Fu Nu, one of the Three Heroes of the late Sui and early Tang dynasties. It could subdue enemies with a smile, and was traditionally only

taught to important disciples of the sect. Then he was facing not just an assassin, but a top-tier master of the Demonic Sect!

Murong Wanli, recalling the Demonic Sect's past vicious methods, channeled his Ziwei Heart Sutra throughout his body, his face

glowing with a deep purple aura. He said, "I never imagined your sect would rise again, producing such a young master as you. However, my

Gusu Murong has no grudge against your sect, so why have you come to kill my son-in-law?" Given the youth's swift and powerful killing of Nangong Hao, Murong...

Rong Wanli dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

The young man averted his piercing gaze from Murong Wanli's face and said, "Mr. Murong, you are not my

target . This killing of Nangong Hao has nothing to do with the Murong family, please don't have any ulterior motives. Nangong Hao once insulted my Bright God Sect; I was merely

following orders." With a slight bow, his figure blurred, and in an instant, he disappeared into the depths of the maple forest, his

speed astonishing.

Murong Wanli stood there for a long time, amidst the chaotic flight of crows and the heavy twilight. His heart churned like waves, and he sighed,

"The demonic sound has reappeared; the martial world will be in turmoil from now on. What will become of the Murong family ?"

Footsteps approached from afar; it was his eldest son, Murong Bai, arriving with his men. He asked,

"Father, where is Second Sister? Didn't she say she was coming to Hanshan Temple to find you?"

Murong Wanli's expression changed, and he exclaimed urgently, "Oh no! We mustn't let him run into us!" But his worst fears

had come true…

Amidst the falling red leaves, Murong Xue attacked with unparalleled power and speed.

The was the legendary murderer! His family's Lotus Finger technique had never been displayed so

skillfully. The annoying sound of the flute filled his ears, rising and falling like waves, one higher than the next.

This was the first time she had encountered such an opponent since her debut, using the sound of the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo

flute) to fight back, forcing her to divert her attention. Gradually, her grip weakened, and the more she fought , the more frightened she became. The young man before her moved with the ease of a Bagua (a symbol of good fortune), his movements fluid and graceful. His xiao music seemed to possess immense power, sometimes as calm as a vast ocean, sometimes as powerful as a raging torrent, shaking the very soul. It was fiery and passionate one moment, then icy and cold the next, creating dramatic shifts , displaying the full range of transformations. Murong Xue was truly suffering. After a few more moments, she was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Suddenly, the young man's lips left the jade flute, he let out a long whistle, and retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) with effortless grace. He watched quietly, his eyes filled with a tender and loving expression. Murong Xue could no longer stand; she swayed and fell into his arms. "You're a devil! You're an incurable devil!" Murong Xue's eyes were alluring, her languid face radiating an indescribable charm. In a state of half-scolding, half-angry, she once again reached the peak of desire. The beloved wife of the martial arts alliance leader was now lying in the arms of a young man, his hands roaming freely over her body. Murong Xue's body felt as soft as cotton, bathed in the sunlight of love. She had never imagined that sex could be so wonderful and magical; the passion within her burned like fire, the scalding iron rod between her legs intensely stimulating her usual elegance and composure. Before him, her composure vanished; she surrendered to his fierce, almost frenzied thrusts, her whole body trembling and convulsing. A strange kind of bewilderment appeared on her helpless face. For the first time since their marriage, she had experienced a forbidden pleasure, something she could not obtain with her husband. Liu Sheng, known as the number one gentleman swordsman in the martial arts world, had become the most famous swordsman in the land at a young age. When he first entered the martial arts world, he single- handedly stormed the Zhenwu Formation of Wudang Mountain with only a Qinggang sword, later defeating the Three Talents Sword Technique of the Qingcheng Sect . He was refined and cultured, yet his swordsmanship was ruthless and unparalleled in its power, following a purely masculine path. At the age of thirty, on the Sunrise Peak of Mount Tai, he conquered the assembled martial arts heroes with his unparalleled swordsmanship, establishing his dominance in the martial arts world. It was also on this day that he met Murong Xue. That day, her hair was piled high, adorned with a jade hairpin , her face like a lotus blossom, and her eyes, bright as autumn water, shone beneath her arched eyebrows. She wore a lake- green floor-length dress, a slender pale yellow belt loosely tied at her waist, making her appear peerless, charming, and utterly beautiful—a natural wonder. He was captivated. If anyone in this world could defeat him, it was only her! Only she could make him lower his proud head. "I've long heard that the three Murong sisters of Gusu are renowned for their beauty, and indeed, their reputation is well-deserved." The young man deeply kissed Murong Xue's warm, cherry-like lips, her lips exhaling a delicate fragrance . "Small hills overlap, gold gleams and fades, her hair like clouds drifting across her snowy cheeks. Sister, you are a beauty, why did you become a traitor?" His eyes, hidden beneath his long eyebrows, shimmered with a hazy beauty. "I only regret that we couldn't meet before I was married, I only hoped to have more time together, are you really leaving?" As dusk approached, a wisp of sunset faded in the west, darkness, like a bat emerging from its burrow, gnawing at the remaining light, the sky, its neck severed by sharp teeth, sprayed the color of black blood, the slightly withered late autumn always carrying a lingering sorrow of parting. "Entering without a word, departing without farewell, riding the returning wind, carrying cloud banners. Sorrow is greatest in parting from loved ones, joy is greatest in meeting new friends." The young man's sword dance was like an eagle soaring through the heavens, surveying the world with dominance. His swordplay was sometimes gentle and slow, sometimes heavy and clumsy ; in its flowing movements, he seemed to be writing his own life story with his sword. "The sword dance startles the waves, lightly touching the scattered willow catkins, shrouded in mist. The wind suddenly blows, petals fall, rising like a zither, a clear and beautiful face." Two hot tears rolled down Murong Xue's beautiful face. This parting—would they ever meet again in this life?

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