Chapter 23: The Style of That Knife
In early spring, the temperature does not rise much. After the sun sets in the sky, the cold air will rise.
Sishui Pass lies here, like an insurmountable natural moat that divides heaven and earth.
At dusk, at Sishui Pass shrouded in chill, flags were fluttering and soldiers holding weapons and wearing armor were standing guard, adding a bit of coldness and solemnity.
"Why didn't you scold me?"
Hua Xiong looked at Yu Jin in front of him and asked.
At this time, Yu Jin's armor had already been stripped off, and the rag in his mouth was also pulled out by Hua Xiong.
However, my hands and feet were still tied.
Looking at Yu Jin who seemed somewhat calm, Hua Xiong asked.
Yu Jin moved his jaw, trying to quickly eliminate the discomfort on his face.
"Can I scold you to death?
Can you revive my lord?"
He looked up at Hua Xiong and spoke in a calm tone, but his voice seemed vague.
It was obvious that the tongue had not yet recovered.
Hua Xiong smiled when he heard this: "It is indeed impossible."
"Give me some hot soup. Since you didn't kill me on the spot and captured me alive, you can't let me die of hunger and cold, right?"
Hua Xiong laughed out loud.
He ordered his personal soldiers to bring some hot soup and some cakes.
Then he looked at Yu Jin with a smile on his face and slowly drew out the Overlord Broken Blade from his waist.
After taking a look at the Broken Blade of Overlord in his hand, the smile on Hua Xiong's face suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly chopped down the Broken Blade of Overlord in his hand towards Yu Jin!
The wind created by the broken blade blew Yu Jin's messy hair!
Yu Jin, who had a calm expression just now, suddenly lost his composure. His expression changed drastically and his body couldn't help but tremble. He subconsciously raised his head backwards to dodge.
But it can't be avoided.
No matter how he dodged, the broken blade was coming straight towards his face!
The broken blade that was coming with tremendous force suddenly stopped less than an inch away from Yu Jin's face, then suddenly turned nimbly and chopped down diagonally.
The sharp broken blade cut Yu Jin's hands and feet, and the ropes that bound them were broken into pieces.
Before Jin could react completely, the broken blade had already been sheathed again.
Hua Xiong smiled again, bent down and reached out to pull Yu Jin up.
"Yu Jin and Yu Wen Ze, right? I was a bit negligent before."
At this moment, Yu Jin could still feel his face being hit by the blade, as if it was about to be cut.
Looking at Hua Xiong in front of him, who was smiling, pulling him up and talking to him kindly, he felt a little dazed for a moment and felt extremely uneasy inside.
The contrast between before and after is quite big.
He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say. The words he had prepared before were now messed up by the knife.
After being stunned for a moment, he just nodded without saying anything.
At this time, Hua Xiong's personal soldiers brought a large bowl of hot soup and two pancakes.
Hua Xiong took it from his personal soldier and handed it to Yu Jin.
"Eat something. It's cold. Warm yourself up."
Hua Xiong's voice was flat, completely lacking the sharpness he had earlier on the battlefield.
Yu Jin, who had taken the initiative to ask Hua Xiong for food before, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the hot soup and pancake from Hua Xiong's hands. Then he squatted on the ground, broke the pancake into pieces, soaked them in the hot soup, and began to eat them with a slurp.
Hua Xiong also squatted down and looked at Yu Jin who was eating here.
"Anything else? I'm not full."
Perhaps because of the hot soup and the food in his stomach, Yu Jin now seemed to have regained his previous calm.
He held the empty bowl , looked at Hua Xiong, and asked for food again.
"Pour another bowl of hot soup and bring two pancakes. The soup should be thicker."
The bodyguard took the empty bowl.
"You're trying to recruit me?"
After Hua Xiong's personal soldiers left with empty bowls, Yu Jin finally lost his patience.
He looked up at Hua Xiong and said this.
“I do have this idea.”
Yu Jin showed a hint of sneer on his face and said: "You killed my master and used his head to exchange for credit. Under such circumstances, do you think I, Yu Jin, will surrender to you?"
Hua Xiong thought back to the historical incident in which Yu Jin surrendered to Guan Yu after the Seven Armies were flooded, then nodded seriously and said, "I think so."
Yu Jin's smile turned even colder. He wanted to say something sharp, but after his eyes swept over the hilt of the strange sword on Hua Xiong's waist, he suppressed his anger and said, "You underestimate me, Yu Jin."
Hua Xiong shook his head and said, “It’s not that I underestimate you, but the situations are different.
Previously, you and I, including your lord, were enemies.
When they meet on the battlefield, there will naturally be no nice words, and there will be no such thing as showing mercy. It is just a matter of winning or losing, and deciding life or death .
If you are strong, you will chop me down. If you are not strong, I will chop you down. It is a fight of life and death, there is no other way.
But the situation has changed now, it is no longer a life-and-death struggle...
A wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in. I think you should consider this carefully."
Yu Jin opened his mouth to speak when Hua Xiong's personal soldiers came over with hot soup and pancakes.
"Don't rush to answer. Eat first and fill your stomach."
Hua Xiong handed the hot soup and pancakes to Yu Jin.
Yu Jin took it, thought about it, and then squatted there and started eating.
This time, he ate much slower.
Hua Xiong was squatting opposite him, not saying a word, watching him eat. The atmosphere seemed a little silent.
After a while, Yu Jin finished his food.
"Do you want more?"
Hua Xiong asked considerately.
Yu Jin shook his head to indicate that he was full.
The feeling of being full is really good.
"A wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in..."
Yu Jin repeated these words aloud.
Then a hint of ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I am not a good bird, and you are not a good tree.
Are you afraid that you can't even protect yourself now?
Are you still thinking of recruiting me here?"
"Are you talking about the words Li Su shouted before he died?"
Yu Jin asked: "Isn't this enough?"
Hua Xiong smiled and said, “Of course it’s not enough.
When Li Su was alive, he couldn't do anything to me, and now that he's dead, it's even more impossible for him to kill me."
Yu Jin said: "So, what Li Su said is correct, the one who killed him is indeed you!"
Hua Xiong shook his head and said, “It wasn’t me, don’t talk nonsense, it was you, Yu Wenzhe, who chopped off his head.
I, Hua Xiong, have a broad mind. Although Li Su has attacked me secretly many times and even poisoned me later, as a leading general, how can I not have a sense of the overall situation?
Even if I hate him to death, I will never attack him at this critical moment in the battle."
Looking at Hua Xiong's serious and solemn expression, Yu Jin suddenly felt that the man in front of him was so... shameless!
