Crossing the Swordsman: Lin Pingzhi, the Swordsman of Evil

Chapter 92 Funeral Flower
The cold rain hit the two of them.

Lin Pingzhi glanced at the dying Hattori Qianjun, and then walked towards Fu Ying who was in a pool of blood.

Hattori Qianjun lay on his back on the beach, he was powerless to look at his daughter again, but he also had no face to face her again.

The moment Fu Ying fell to the ground with the sword in his hand, the last faith of this middle-aged man completely collapsed.

From a standpoint, Hattori Qianjun is a villain full of evil.

But what turned a proud feudal lord into this was a war within Japan.If there hadn't been the Japanese unification war initiated by Toyotomi Hideyoshi, people like Hattori Qianjun would not have come to the Central Plains.

If his retainers have the strength to fight Toyotomi Hideyoshi, he will not be expelled.

On the way to exile, the successive deaths of his wife and son made him feel his own powerlessness.

As a proud warrior and a feudal lord, he couldn't even protect his own family. Seeing his wife and son die tragically in front of him, this ignited his desire for power and revenge.

This made him let go of the dignity of a warrior, become despicable and shameless, kill people like hemp, and become the most disdainful robber for a noble noble like him.

And all he did was to "pursue strength" and integrate his own military power to return to Dongying to restore the country.

Now it is his adopted daughter who supports his idea of ​​restoring the country.

He wanted his daughter to return to Dongying, the place where she grew up, and continue to be her carefree princess.

There is nothing to blame for pursuing power and revenge, but the price of his pursuit of power is based on the pain of others.Under many unrighteous deeds, he suffered today's disaster.

Because of him, he also killed his kind and simple daughter.

He looked up at the sky, the samurai who never cried, but now also shed tears, but he didn't know whether the tears were remorse, or hated his own powerlessness, and his inability to protect his daughter.

But nothing matters.

He also followed in the footsteps of other Japanese pirates, Hattori Qianjun stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, and passed away full of unwillingness and resentment towards fate.

A generation of heroes in Dongpu fell in this way.

Lin Pingzhi bent down, and he stroked Fu Ying's pale, bloodless cheeks.

He clearly remembered that her face was pink and tender, not pale as it is now.

Perhaps because of the cold rain, a layer of autumn frost formed on her pale cheeks.

Touching her cold cheek, Lin Pingzhi felt extremely melancholy.

Now his belief has been shaken, he doesn't know what he is doing for and whether it is right or not.

In terms of "righteousness", he completely eradicated the Japanese pirates along the coast, and avenged blood and blood for those people who died tragically under the butcher knife of the Japanese pirates.The sword protects the people along the coast.Only those who help the poor and help the poor, and serve the country and the people, can be called "Xia".

If this is the case, he should now feel the pleasure of "getting revenge", and he should have a sense of accomplishment in protecting the common people.But he didn't, and he's sad now.

In terms of "emotion", he personally killed the girl who trusted him the most.This girl is pure and kind. She is like a white lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained. Although she is in the mud, she is not stained by a speck of dust.

She was the one who brought her to this island, and the weapon that killed her was also taken from her hands.Although Lin Pingzhi did not "deceive", he did "deceive".

Just over half an hour ago, the girl in front of him played music with him, invited him to eat rice balls made by herself, and gave him her amulet, praying for his safety in the future calamity.

And until she passed away, she didn't have any complaints towards him in her eyes, and she always had a smile on her face.Even looking at her mournful face, she made herself smile.

Before she died, her little finger was tightly connected to his little finger, just like when they usually made a promise.

At the last moment of her life, her thumb sealed with Lin Pingzhi's, as if she was continuing the unfulfilled agreement.

The thunder rumbled loudly, and the showers were even more violent.

Lin Pingzhi slowly picked her up, and he walked slowly towards the distant cherry tree in a daze.

Every step he took was a blood mark, and no one knew whether the blood belonged to Fu Ying or him.

Drops of water kept sliding down his cheeks, whether it was rain or tears.

When he passed the hut, Lin Pingzhi stopped his steps. He stood in front of the house and stared at it for a long time.

The bed that Fu Ying had thoughtfully made for him just now was still there.But the person who made the bed was no longer there.

After standing still for a while, Lin Pingzhi continued to walk towards the cliff.

At this time, the cherry trees were devastated by the storm, and the cherry blossoms on the trees were constantly blown and withered.And the bonfire under the tree still has lingering smoke.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi was looking at the withered cherry tree, his absent-minded eyes showed a hint of agility, and he actually laughed.

He is laughing at this world that is made by nature, he is laughing at justice and justice, and he is laughing at what he has done.

But after the wild laughter, there was another heart-piercing cry.

He cried that his most trusted friend died under his sword.

Although her father was a villain full of crimes, she had never done anything wrong.

Her hands have saved many people. It is often said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but she has saved hundreds of people.

It is said that good people have good rewards, and good people live a long life. She shouldn't end up like this!

Did you do your best to eliminate evil?Lin Pingzhi didn't know.

If he was right, why would he risk her life?

Why is this happening?

These questions kept lingering in his mind.Followed by Fu Ying's innocent smile that day.

Lin Pingzhi roared heart-piercingly, his eyes were bloodshot, he was like crazy.

He put Fu Ying away, sat cross-legged, and then pressed his palm on the Lingtai acupoint on Fu Ying's back.He continuously condensed his true energy and poured his own true energy into Fu Ying's body.Tried to bring her back to life.

But unfortunately, everything was in vain.

Because of the exhaustion of his true energy, the corners of his mouth and nostrils were overflowing with blood.

After his true energy was completely exhausted, Lin Pingzhi seemed to accept the reality, and he smiled wryly with absent-minded eyes.

He roared and rushed under the cherry blossom tree, and then grabbed the soil under the cherry blossom tree with his own hands.

Although this is an island, the soil on this mountain is also covered with some sharp and broken stones. These stones cut Lin Pingzhi's hands, and blood kept gushing out, dripping on the hole he dug out with his hands. Inside the pit.

But he didn't notice it at all, just digging with absent-minded eyes.

An hour later, a pit where Fu Ying could be buried was dug.

Lin Pingzhi turned his head to look at Fu Ying. Fu Ying's body was very cold, and under the influence of the rain, he was radiating a heavy chill.A thin layer of frost even formed between her brows.

The cherry blossom petals that fell on her body were covered in frost.

Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi was very surprised, as if he had hope of saving her.

He hurriedly helped Fu Ying up, and put his finger on her breath, her neck, and her pulse.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Although frost slowly formed on Fu Ying's body, her breath, pulse, and heartbeat were still completely absent.And the whole person is completely cold.

Lin Pingzhi held her in his arms and kept crying.

Lin Pingzhi seemed to be insane, and said to himself: "Are you cold? That's right! How can you not feel chilled to be killed by your most trusted friend?"

Said Lin Pingzhi took off his coat.

He wrapped his coat around Fu Ying's body.

He still said to himself: "Put on a little more, and you won't be cold if you put on a little more!"

Then he picked her up and put her into the deep pit.

Lin Pingzhi covered Fu Ying's face with his clothes.

Lin Pingzhi's hands trembled constantly, pushing the dirt down.He moved very quickly, and the pothole was filled in a short time, forming a small "mountain bag".

After finishing all this, looking at the new grave under the cherry tree, he sat on the spot in a daze.

(End of this chapter)