Chapter 103 :Tonight's Gathering (II)
Word Number：317
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-12-23
Said: Above it is not bright, below it is not dark; taut, taut — it cannot be named, and returns to nothingness. This is called the form of the formless, the image of no-thing — this is called the vague and the misty. The tale continues: Zhang Yao lunged his sword toward Li Chenghao. Between life and death, Li Chenghao spun his blade in a counterstroke that split the air and knocked Zhang Yao’s sword aside. He peered at Zhang Yao and demanded, “Brother, what do you mean by this?” Zhang Yao, seeing that his sneak attack had failed, dropped the pretense; he sheathed his intent and sighed: “You are still young and should hold lofty dreams; my years are spent, my dreams buried in passing time, and that is why she loathes me.” As he sighed he glanced over Li Chenghao; the young man’s mien reminded him painfully of his own youth. Zhang Yao’s tone shifted: “No wonder my little sister Xiao Lan is so taken with you.” Hearing Xiao Lan’s true feelings stirred Li Chenghao. He stammered, “I…” After a moment of coming to himself, Li Chenghao asked tightly, “Brother — are you the mastermind behind this?” Zhang Yao replied, “Now that it has come to this, does it matter whether I am or am not?” Li Chenghao said, “Now the realm enjoys peace and prosperity, you hold high office and enjoy wealth and rank — why stoop to embezzlement and bribery?” Zhang Yao answered, “Men have desires; you live in dreams — how would you know?” He raised his sword, and in an instant a cold flash ran along the blade; a half-inch sword-spark hissed at the tip. Zhang Yao declared, “Today let me see for myself what that inhuman sword-craft of the old man amounts to.” With that he lunged. The sword’s wind struck like lightning toward Li Chenghao’s throat. Li Chenghao
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