Xia Fen’s

treasured knife was the real thing.

He had

previously gone into the sea and used that small knife to stab blind the eyes

of a whale, and used it to deal with new soldiers who had provoked him before,

even more times, he used it to cut apart chicken b.u.t.ts using the not too big

not too small knife as a fork. Xia Fen had never thought before, such a

multifunctional small knife would be used by his own birth father to stab into

his own stomach, blood flowing to the ground.

The stunned

small leopard, his little eyes round and bulging, not in the right state of

mind.

w.a.n.g Yun

Feng was half supported up by Xia Ling Mei, he glimpsed at Xia Fen: “Come

here.”

Xia Fen did

not move.

w.a.n.g Yun

Feng gasped in a breath, a bit more strictly: “Fen Er, come here.”

He was

undoubtedly a feeble scholar, aged thirty the only martial arts he had mastered

was. .h.i.tting pressure points, he was most adept at criticising people, he could

admonish the most righteous n.o.blemen into a person of low social status, and

could make a deeply emotional good person, forcing them into a cruel and

unscrupulous cold hearted treacherous brute. This sort of man seemed extremely delicate,

deliberately making people produce a strong heroic misconception.

A thread of

fear suddenly appeared in Xia Fen.

Such a very

small child, completely unruly, when he faced danger his body moved more

quickly than his mind.

Blood,

scarlet red.

Xia Fen

subconsciously took a step, lifting his head he looked at w.a.n.g Yun Feng’s pale

face, suddenly he turned, like a common angry wild animal he fled out.

Juan Shu

and Xia Ling Mei supported w.a.n.g Yun Feng into the inner room, w.a.n.g Yun Feng

gave a meaningful glance, Bai Yan already personally ran out following after

Xia Fen. Juan Shu one had took w.a.n.g Yun Feng’s pulse, the other hand already

asking someone to prepare scissors, hot water and other things such as

medicine.

Xia Ling

Mei firmly grasped w.a.n.g Yun Feng’s hand, not calm at all.

w.a.n.g Yun

Feng was still in the mood to joke with her: “I won’t die.”

“Shut up!”

Xia Ling Mei almost wanted to bellow, in pa.s.sing she tore apart the clothing at

his stomach, the two thin layers of cloth produced a heart wrenching scream.

w.a.n.g Yun

Feng pursed his lips, lying down well behaved, sweat filled his forehead,

letting Xia Ling Mei and Juan Shu treat his wounds as they liked.

Outside the

window was a splendid sun, the wall outside was heating up, inside the house

not many vertical lines of suns.h.i.+ne could be seen, there was a layer of light

yellow covering everything.

w.a.n.g Yun

Feng watched the shadows of the furniture and household utensils faintly

falling onto the floor, absent-mindedly thinking about the past years, people

tried to a.s.sa.s.sinate him.

At that

time, he was sitting on horseback, forced by the a.s.sa.s.sins to a dead end.

Above his

head was a blazing white sun, basking on his body very hotly, clothing floating

on his body, there was only heat no sweat. He knew, his heart was very cold, so

cold that a layer of ice mist covered over her skin, making his mind clear

enough that he was still able to recall those happy years with Xia Ling Mei. He

called it happy, in fact most of the time he was hemmed in by the males of the

influential generation of the w.a.n.g family he had offended, Xia Ling Mei

brandis.h.i.+ng her long whip sticking up for him, whipping that group of shameful

younger generation shouting at her `shrew`. While she was viciously whipping

them, on the other hand she sneakily peeped at his face, afraid he would say

out loud `Xia Ling Mei will not be able to marry`.

The younger

Xia Ling Mei was very brash, he was very cowardly.

After they

married, how strong the brash Lady w.a.n.g was, he was that much stubborn.

After they

separated, after she left, at a time of life or death he thought of her.

That day

w.a.n.g Yun Feng discovered for the first time, it turns out he did not feel

guilty and need for atonement towards Xia Ling Mei. Actually, many years ago,

she had long ago left a mark in his heart, only he had never noticed.

Someone

wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, softly asking: “Does it hurt?”

He

tightened the soft hand in his palm, barely enough to comfort her: “Compared to

before, this single wound basically counts as nothing.” He again casted a net,

he wanted to tightly hold her in his arms, make her distressed, make her only

love him.

Xia Ling

Mei coldly shouted: “What foolishness is this!” this doesn’t count for

anything, then how many times had he experienced extreme dangers before?

“No matter

what, Zhuang Sheng can no longer threaten you again.” He widened his eyes,

staring at her: “You can only be mine.”

Xia Ling

Mei opened her mouth, her eyes sparkling at the corners blinked, forcing a

smile: “Your trick of injuring yourself to gain the enemy’s confidence will be

the life of me.” She knew where that stab wound was, and she knew this large

amount of blood was not flowing out of the wound in the stomach at all. She

knew even more, she was unable to conceal her franticness and helplessness at

that moment, furthermore the panic similar to falling to h.e.l.l.

This man,

was too vicious.

He schemed

against Zhuang Sheng, schemed against her, so much that he schemed against Xia

Fen. He schemed against everyone, make everyone see his determination to win

her the deep feelings, and make her feel sorry and blame herself. And him, he

only paid the small wound in his stomach, and the wound on his left hand.

This was

the first time w.a.n.g Yun Feng used a scheme for her, this was also the first

time, he in front of everyone with grandiose make clear; Xia Ling Mei is the

wife of only w.a.n.g Yun Feng.

“It’s nothing,

in life or death we’ll be together.” He will no longer stand silently under the

scorching sun, coldly watching the raised blades heading towards him; he will

no longer close his eyes, waiting for death to come, coldly thinking after his

death at his burial mound only Juan Shu and Bai Yan would be weeping bitter

tears; he will no longer think, on the day of his death every year, whether any

one person would light an incense stick in front of his memorial tablet, say

his name…

She lowered

her head, heavily knocking his forehead, gently once, heavily once.

He only

smiled lifting her hand placing it by his lips, kissing it warmly.

Xia Fen ran

about without a purpose, in the distance he saw a Zhuang Sheng lost in his mind

standing by the lotus pond.

May, the

flowers in the pond had still not bloomed, only a few pieces of duckweed

submerged in the cyan water surface, floating without roots.

Xia Fen

suddenly returned to his thoughts, his four limbs squatting on the high wall,

stupefied he looked at the man standing not too far away.

He had

stuck the small knife w.a.n.g Yun Feng had used into his belt, the sharp edge of

his knife was still slightly pink, like it had been stained by a drop of a

woman’s blood drop.

A light

early summer breeze blew past, moving Zhuang Sheng’s clothes to and fro, the

remains of a drop of blood still emitted a smell in the air, the backdrop

making the rear view of the person lonely and desolate.

Xia Fen

felt the Zhuang Sheng right now was somewhat pitiful.

However, he

was also pitiful.

Xia Fen

squatting body made him again somewhat shorter, subconsciously he touched his

waist with one hand. A child’s temperature was on the high side, when his

fingertips were near the edge of the blade he was shaken by the coldness of it

for a while, he wasn’t sure where the scabbard was. Xia Fen also didn’t care,

he carefully took out the blade, placing it horizontally across his eyes, his

black pearly eyes narrowed into a slit, glaring he moved his eyes to Zhuang

Sheng’s waist.

He c.o.c.ked

his head, as if he was debating something.

The usually

agile Zhuang Sheng seemed to not have noticed him, appeared to be preoccupied,

by his feet a small blue-green frog leaped past, jumping to the sleek rock at

the sh.o.r.e halting there, looking left and right, finally turning over, sticking

up its moon white belly basking in the sun.

Zhuang

Sheng was motionless, deeply sighing, brows still locked together, forcing a

smile.

When his

hair was flying around, he just moved it to one side, feeling the flesh at his

waist shake. This kind of martial artist who dallied with women, his body was

most acute, still not thinking of a countermeasure for dealing with this

situation, his body was already injured from the murderous intent.

For a

moment he almost moved away a bit, his lower back froze, a weapon skimmed past

his side, a small silhouette knocked against him. This wasn’t the first time he

saw this kind of directness in trying to kill him, he didn’t dare to be

careless, the other person advanced in a different direction, as he dodged he

turned extremely beautifully, not going forward but retreating, and the other

person staggered more than a zhang distance.

Xia Fen

learned martial arts from the battlefields, the first move unsuccessful, like

an arrow released his body suddenly paused on the rock garden, borrowing the

drive to once again attack towards Zhuang Sheng.

In his

black pupils were the naked intent to kill.

“Small

leopard!” Zhuang Sheng was stunned, raising his foot to kick a stone towards

the cold blade in the other person’s hand. Extending his long arm, almost like

a snapshot grabbing the other person’s collar, and taking advantage of being

older bullying the younger 

he incessantly shook him in the air.

“What are

you doing?” He furiously said. Usually when they competed in martial arts,

although Xia Fen’s style was swift and fierce, it was however not murderous.

“I want to

kill you.” Xia Fen coldly said, with a righteous hatred expression.

Zhuang

Sheng’s eyes remained depressed, the child in his hand wasn’t an outsider, he

hated to hurt him, these past days they had gotten close, Zhuang Sheng had

already placed this wild child in his heart. Only, his natural free and easy

disposition, and many years of travelling alone around the country, his true

feelings were already rarely shown, expressing his adoration for Xia Ling Mei

was already beyond his normal state, his fondness for the 

small leopard was

somewhat because of his connection to her.

However, a

completely wild child was also hated in his heart, the same carefree, the same

disregard of the world’s restrictions.

Right now, this

child’s mere three words, undoubtedly sprinkled salt on the wound already in

his heart.

“Why?” He

asked.

Xia Fen did

not reply. Truthfully, he also didn’t know why. Only, after seeing that scene

between w.a.n.g Yun Feng and Xia Ling Mei mutually protecting and willing to pay

for each other, the bottom of his small heart felt extremely guilty and

worried. Seeing Zhuang Sheng again, a thread of angry thinking grew without

foundation, wanting to stab Zhuang Sheng in the same place as w.a.n.g Yun Feng’s

injury.

Zhuang

Sheng looked at the doubt and stubbornness on the child’s face, pondering a

little before understanding the truth.

Sure enough

they were father and son, any more misunderstanding could not disconnect that

bloodline.

He

agonisingly opened his mouth: “You want to take revenge for your father?”

Xia Fen

repeatedly stamped his little feet: “As if he is my father.”

Zhuang

Sheng swiftly smiled, with almost his usual ease, half his agony actually

remained, looking at the bronze corner of the roof peeking through the uneven

ancient trees in the distance, quietly in deceiving tone: “If Lord w.a.n.g isn’t

suited to be your father, then should I be your daddy?”

“I don’t

have a daddy, I was born from a whale.”

Zhuang

Sheng indifferently said: “Of course he’s your sea daddy, in the Jianghu, I

will be your daddy.”

Xia Fen was

shocked, it’s possible to have several daddies? Then can there be several more

mothers? He only had a little doubt, Xia Fen immediately shook his head to

disagree, using both his hands and feet, his little bottom lowered and jumped,

his whole body flipping onto Zhuang Sheng’s arm, his tiny legs suddenly stepping

back, Zhuang Sheng was too late to react, in a split second the other person’s

feet had stood on his face. Xia Fen had run for such a long time, the soles of

his feet not used to wearing shoes had stood on w.a.n.g Yun Feng’s blood, stepped

in ant holes, stepped on green leaves, as well as much dust and sand. One foot

on Zhuang Sheng’s face, it could be said there was five brilliant and varied

colours, there was feet sweat and sand on his face, almost making the man throw

up with the stink.

Xia Fen

understood he was no match for him, the small knife slas.h.i.+ng at the other

person’s wrist, Zhuang Sheng let him go, acting like a small beast, his four

feet slithered onto the ground he ran away.