Tokyo Love Story (Part 2)

Bo Shulu slashed several times in a row, forcing Duan Rou step by step to the river. Suddenly, there was a loud cry, and a move split Huashan.

　　Duan Rou did not dare to hard connect and put the body to one side. Bo Shulu took a step forward, wrapped his arms around Duan Rou, and placed the large knife between Duan Rou's neck.

　　He said with a sly smile: "Such a delicate woman, let's play with us." ”

　　Duan Rou was captured at this time and knew that he could not be good. After looking gently in the direction of the city, those big beautiful eyes resolutely bit their tongues, and a mouthful of blood pounced on the knife that landed in their hands.

　　Only to see the blood of the virgin fall on the knife. The silver knife gradually turned red, gradually changed color, from silver to red, and then from red to gold. In the end, it turned into a golden butterfly and flew up with its wings outstretched.

　　After seeing the butterfly fly, She finally knew that the last moment had arrived. Finally, I took another look at the capital city and bit into the cloth sac on the side of my neck, which contained a special poison made by the Bai ethnic group, which melted in the mouth and was extremely toxic.

　　The poison was introduced, and in a few seconds, Duan Rou's beautiful face also turned gray-black, and his body slowly fell. The beautiful butterfly flew in the air, and when she saw Duan Soft fall to the ground, she suddenly turned into a sharp arrow and flew straight to Bolshiro, but saw the butterfly turn into a cold light and pierce into Bolshiro's head.

　　Bo Shulu's body instantly stiffened, and his huge body fell to the ground and died. At this time, the butterflies rose again, circling and dancing around Duan Rou's body,,,,,,,。

　　Suddenly, the calm River suddenly rose in waves, and the river tumbled, vented, and surged. The willows on the shore swayed and danced softly. Out of nowhere from the sky, a flock of butterflies flew around the duan rou on the ground, flying around, colorful, wing dancing autumn frost.

　　Light, gorgeous, tragic, red dust.

　　The picture was mesmerizing, and it had become a masterpiece.

　　Inside Tokyo Castle, "Koshinomi Grocery Store". Summer is trying out an "Axe of Anubis", a sharp steel knife.

　　The front of the knife is wide, like an axe, and the back is thick and thick, like an axe like a knife, which is his unique weapon. Summer didn't want to be able to use it, because when it came time to use the Axe of Anubis, it was a time of life and death.

　　At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, and Summer's heart suddenly throbbed. There seemed to be a pain in the heart.

　　At this time, a person rushing from the "Xiaoxia Grocery Store" was the clerk who had previously reported the letter. There was a sad look on his face.

　　The clerk came to Summer and handed her a handkerchief. said; "This is what the big lady asked me to give to you." After saying that, he didn't wait for Summer's questioning and turned around and left.

　　Summer vaguely felt that something was not quite right, and suppressed the throbbing in her heart. With trembling hands, he opened the handkerchief, only to see a butterfly embroidered on the handkerchief, spreading its wings and wanting to fly.

　　As the handkerchief unfolded in its entirety, the butterfly on the handkerchief seemed to be vaguely accumulating strength, and its wings were fluttering at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Gradually, the butterfly spread its wings and rose, and then the wings opened and closed with great effort, as if it was doing the last butterfly dance.

　　Finally, after flying three times, the butterfly slowly landed between the handkerchiefs, and finally printed into them, merged into one, and finally disappeared into the air.

　　Summer had heard Duan Rou say. They Bai have a strange inheritance, that is, the honmei butterfly. Butterflies are like their people, and people die and butterflies perish. This precious handkerchief Duan Rou never left his hand and handed it to himself today. In the end, the butterflies flew away, and Duan Rou must have had an accident.

　　Summer carefully put away the handkerchief. Pick up the steel knife and go straight to the course of the Bian River.

　　Get on the boat and head for the outer city of the Bian River. At this moment, summer was anxious, standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the shore from time to time.

　　Soon after the boat trip, when it reached the river side of the outer city, Summer suddenly opened its eyes in anger.

　　I saw a flock of butterflies dancing on a green meadow on the bank of the Bian River. Flying up and down, like a shadow.

　　Summer jumped on the shore, staggering to the near front, a beautiful woman lying on her side on the grass, wondering quietly, peacefully, as if asleep. It was only when his face was gray and black that he told the heavens that the soul of the hero had passed away.

　　Summer walked slowly over and squatted down gently. Gently caressing his hand on that beautiful face, two lines of clear tears fell from his eyes. The pain in my heart was like a knife cutting. In a moment of despair, he almost raised the "Axe of Anubis" and stabbed it into his chest. Let yourself accompany this beautiful and kind woman to the endless darkness.

　　Suddenly the sun shone, and the light folded over the steel knife and emitted a dazzling light. Summer stood up suddenly and screamed in the sky. The blood debt should be repaid with blood, and Summer gently picked up Duan Rou's body and put it into the boat. Paddle towards the interior of the capital city. He wants to go to the battlefield, kill the Jin army, and avenge Duan Rou's hatred.

　　At this time, although the capital city was in the midst of wind and rain, the shadow of war hung over everyone. But the "Fengle Building" in the city is still singing and dancing. Drink the wine and sing the song.

　　In the private seat on the second floor, there sat a group of literati. On the table are cold dishes, hot dishes, fine wine dishes. A singer on the stage is singing a small song.

　　The singer's name is Hua Wanrong. He is one of the famous prostitutes in the capital, and his appearance is not inferior to that of Master Li. He is particularly good at long words and slow tones. It is the first person who sings the best song in Tokyo City.

　　The Jin army besieged the city. Master Li closed the song hall and did not hesitate to donate all his family property and distribute his gold and silver treasures to the daredevils. And recruit civilian righteous soldiers to defend the city against the enemy, personally lead them, calling themselves "Flying Generals".

　　Hua Wanrong did not have the martial arts and arrogance of Master Li, but he also had a heart to repay the country with fists and fists.

　　She held a charity performance in Fengle Lou and donated all the proceeds to the social anti-Gold Righteous soldiers and the families of the defenders who were wounded and martyred.

　　At this time, Hua Wanrong had been singing for more than two hours, but the donation box in front of him was empty, and not many people donated. This situation made Hua Wanrong feel a chill. Looking at the pretentious talents below, Hua Wanrong wanted to vomit in his heart.

　　These so-called state pillars of the Great Song Dynasty were fighting when the Jin army was besieging the city and the soldiers in the front were fighting in blood. But here they chanted and groaned without illness. This is the literati of the Great Song Dynasty, and this is the talent of the Great Song?

　　Hua Wanrong's eyes couldn't help but look at the leftmost single table in the corner of the wall. A soldier, dressed in military uniform, was drinking alone there. He had already drunk a lot. There were almost no dishes on the table, just a plate of pickled cucumbers.

　　But he was the first to donate, and put all the broken silver on his body into the donation box. Or the restaurant keeper saw him so arrogant and gave him free drinks.

　　This soldier had seen it before. It was always a man who came to the second floor and ordered a small dish, a pot of turbid wine. Then pour yourself a drink.

　　Occasionally, he would glance at himself on the stage. He met his own gaze and hurriedly lowered his head. Seems a little shy, and a little persistent. Because every time I came to Fengle Lou to sing, I almost always saw this soldier. Could it be that he likes himself?

　　Hua Wanrong felt a pain in her heart when she thought of this. Such a soldier is a man who stands tall in the sky, and such a man is the pillar of the Great Song Dynasty. A thousand times stronger than those old-fashioned literati. Why didn't he dare to confess?

　　At this time, Hua Wanrong put down the pipa in her hand. Standing up and bowing deeply to the audience, he said, "Today's charity performance is to raise funds for the bloodied warriors in front of you." The city was protected by soldiers. I hope that everyone can contribute to their contribution, and Rong Er thank you here. ”

　　At this time, there were very few people in the audience who responded. Only to hear the literati say loudly, "We are going to listen to a little song, not a war song." You always sing songs like stuffed songs, chivalrous and the like, and you don't have any energy. We want to listen to "Butterfly Loves Flowers", "Eyes Are Charming", and we will donate money to a song of "Eye Beauty". ”

　　The sergeant in the corner heard this group of Sven scum stirring up there, and he couldn't help but get angry. He slapped his left hand on the table, and suddenly a palm print on the wine table made of sandalwood was impressively printed on the table, and it was three points into the wood.

　　The sergeant took the steel knife in his right hand and walked to the front of the stage, jumped up, and went up to the stage. "Please play a song of "General Order", and I will dance the knife to help entertain." ”

　　Hua Wanrong nodded in agreement. Gently dance your fingers and slide down on the lute. An impassioned melody erupted. Sing in the mouth;

　　Plug in long bagpipes to cool the sound

　　Desert sunset, remnant moon

　　Listen to camel bells day and night and dream into your hometown

　　Three feet of Qingfeng in his hand Six family letters on the pillow

　　The enemy will behead the first rank to see the tears wither away

　　Report to the imperial court! Who listens?

　　The sergeant raised his sword and danced to the stirring sound of the lute. But when he saw the shadow of the sword and light, he flashed and moved, like a fierce tiger, moving like a dragon.

　　Even the scribes in the audience were applauded by this amazing sword technique and the overwhelming momentum. Everyone in the field applauded, and from time to time someone came over and threw silver into the box.

　　With the end of the last sentence, "Who listens," the sergeant leapt up in the air and slammed down on the front. But the candlelight of the candle that was Ichijo was extinguished by the internal force contained in the blade. Everyone in the room cheered loudly.

　　Hua Wanrong put down the lute at this time. He personally took the sergeant's hand and said, "Rong Er is fortunate, can you invite the strong men to gather?" ”

　　The sergeant did not expect that the children of ordinary rich families and the literati who could hardly buy a night in the capital city would actually look at themselves, and they could not help but be deeply surprised.

　　While hesitating in a daze, Hua Wanrong had already grabbed the sergeant's hand, and the two of them walked toward the room.

　　The group of nerds looked at the backs of the two and couldn't help but swallow their mouths; "Such a person can also get the favor of Hua Wanrong's beautiful woman?" ”

　　Flowers want to be in the room. For the first time, the sergeant entered the woman's boudoir and was at a loss.

　　Hua Wanrong smiled and said, "When I was dancing the knife just now, I was full of pride, how come I am like a changed person now?" Rong Er is fortunate to be able to accompany the strong man in this life, which is my luck and blessing. I hope that you will kill more gold people in the future and defend your family and country. You are the hero in my heart, and you are the man I want to spend. ”

　　One night long, then there will be no end. The next day, But Hua wanted to help the sergeant get dressed, tidy up, and said, "Go, no matter what happens in the future, I will always be here waiting for you." ”

　　The sergeant and Hua Wanrong finally embraced and turned to leave. He knew what he had to do, for the sake of this country, for the sake of the women of this country, he was willing to give everything, even his life.