Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 6: 　7th-level Pagoda

The first day of February.

Li Zhuang, Ci'en Temple.

In the early morning.

Since the snow fell last night, it hasn't stopped until now. The monastery where the snow has just been cleaned up is covered with a layer of silvery white.

The morning bell has already rang, and there is a faint wave of Sanskrit singing in the cold wind, and it enters a Buddhist room on the right.

Sima Chaoqun quietly sat on a Zen bed and listened, quietly drinking a bottle of cold wine he brought himself last night.

Liquor that is as cold as ice, but seems to have flames burning when you drink it.

Zhuo Donglai has entered, and has been looking at him coldly.

Sima Chaoqun pretended not to know.

Zuo Donglai finally couldn't help but say: "Is it too early to start drinking now?" He asked Sima coldly, "Even if you want to drink today, shouldn't you wait until later? "

"Why?"

"Because you are about to meet a very strong opponent, it is likely to be much stronger than we thought."

"Oh?"

"So even if you must drink, at least you should wait until after fighting him."

Sima suddenly smiled.

"Why did I wait until then, did you forget that I am the undefeated Sima Chaoqun?"

There was an indescribable sneer in his smile.

"I won't lose anyway. Even if I get drunk and drunk, I will never lose, because you must have already arranged everything." Sima Chaoqun laughed: "That's called Gao Jianfei’s kid, anyway, must be defeated, must die."

Zhuo Donglai did not smile, did not admit, did not deny, there was no expression on his face at all.

Sima Chaoqun looked at him: "This time, can you tell me how you arranged the broadcasting

Zhuo Donglai was silent for a long time before he said indifferently: "Some things happen at any time. It doesn't need me to arrange it."

"You just made Gao Jianfei happen to one or two of these things accidentally."

"Everyone will inevitably encounter something like this by chance." Zhuo Dong said: "No matter who encounters it, there is no alternative,"

He suddenly walked over, picked up the bottle of liquor on the low table of the Zen bed, and poured a little into a glass of clear water.

The wine and water immediately melt together and become one.

"Is this a natural thing?" Zhuo Dong asked Sima.

"Some people are the same." Zhuo Dong said: "When some people meet, they will dissolve like wine and water."

"But after the wine and water dissolve, the wine will become weak and the water will deteriorate."

"People are the same." Zhuo Dong said, "It's exactly the same."

"Oh?"

"Some people will change when they meet." Zhuo Dong said: "Some people will become weaker when they meet a certain person."

"It's like wine with water?"

"So you let Gao Jianfei meet such a person like water by chance?"

"Yes."

Zhuo Dong said: "Meeting by chance, leaving by chance, no one can do anything about it." His voice is still so cold: "There are many things in the world that are like this."

Sima laughed again.

"Why do you treat me so well?" He asked, "Why do I arrange everything about me so well?"

"Because you are Sima Chaoqun." Zhuo Donglai's answer is simple: "Because Sima Chaoqun can never be defeated."

During the Tang Dynasty, Gaozong built the Big Wild Goose Pagoda for his mother Wende, the famous monk Xuanzang once translated the scriptures here.

Now Gao Jianfei is standing under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

There is no shadow under the tower, because there is no sun today, and there is no shadow without sunlight.

There is no shadow in Xiao Gao's heart. There was a blank in his heart, there was nothing left.

But he still has a sword in his hand, a sword wrapped in coarse cloth, and a sword that has rarely been seen.

Only swords, no boxes.

The box was not taken away by her. She shouldn't have left, but she left. She should have taken the box away, but she didn't take it away.

The box was left in that hut by Xiao Gao.

Since what should be left can’t be left, why stay what shouldn’t be?

He doesn't know how long he has been here, nor when he came.

He only knows that he has come, because he has seen Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun.

Wearing a black and white clothes, a pair of black and white eyes, white and white, black and black.

No matter when Sima Chaoqun appears, it feels like this.

——obvious, strong, black and white.

At this moment, in this silver-white world, all the glorious rays belonged to him alone, and Zhuo Donglai was nothing but a shadow under his rays.

Zhuo Donglai seems to understand this very well, so he always stands on the side in silence. Never block his light.

Xiao Gao saw Sima Chaoqun's bright eyes and dark pupils at first glance.

If he could get closer and look more closely, he might see red threads in his eyes, like traces of blood burning from his heart by flames.

Unfortunately he can't see it.

Except for Zhuo Donglai, no one can approach Sima Chaoqun.

"Are you Gao Jianfei?"

"I am."

Sima Chaoqun is also looking at Xiao Gao, looking at his eyes, looking at his face, looking at his appearance.

Although there is no shadow under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, his whole person is shrouded in the shadow like a shrimp.

Sima Chaoqun watched him quietly for a long time, then suddenly turned around and left without looking back.

Zhuo Donglai didn't stop him, Zhuo Donglai didn't even move, and didn't even blink his eyes.

Gao Jianfei rushed to stop him.

"Why are you leaving?"

"Because I don't want to kill you." Sima said: "Under my sword, defeat is death."

His calmness is not at all like the way he had drunk: "Actually now you should know that you have been defeated, because you are already an empty person, like a sack of rice that has been taken by someone. The rice in the bag is empty."

Neither an empty person nor an empty sacks can stand up. If they can't even stand up. How can you win?

Everyone should understand this truth.

Only Xiao Gao didn't understand.

Because he is already empty, what else would an empty person understand?

So he has started to solve his baggage, this baggage is not empty.

There is a sword in this bag, a sword that can take a person's life in an instant, and it can also give others enough reasons to take his life in an instant.

Although Sima Qiqun's footsteps have stopped, his eyes are far away.

He didn't watch Gao Jianfei anymore, because he knew that when this young man was about to draw his sword, no one could stop it.

He didn't go to see Zhuo Donglai either, because he knew that Zhuo Donglai would never react to this kind of thing.

But there was a faint sadness in his own eyes.

——So a life worth cherishing, why does it become so despised under certain circumstances?

His hand has also held his sword, because he has no choice in this situation.

With a sound of "wave", the spring on the swallow of the long sword has bounced away, but Sima Chaoqun's sword has not been pulled out.

Because at this moment, a figure suddenly fell like a meteor on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Of course, what fell from the tower was not a shadow of a person, but a person, but the speed of this person was so fast that even Sima Chaoqun couldn’t see what kind of person he was, only a faint line was seen. The gray shadow fell, bringing Gao Jianfei up.

So Gao Jianfei also flew up, not gradually, but suddenly he jumped up like a bird, and in a flash he was on the third floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

In a blink of an eye, both figures have already flown up to the seventh level of this buddha tower.

Then both of them are invisible.

Sima Chaoqun wanted to catch up, but he heard Zhuo Donglai say indifferently: "Since you didn't want to kill him, why bother to chase him?"

The snow has stopped, and the old monk retreats after coming to serve tea.

Sometimes come, sometimes go, sometimes fall, sometimes stop, like the ruthless snowflakes and the unforgiving old monk.

What about people?

Isn't that the way people are?

Sima Chaoqun still sat quietly on the Zen bed, drinking his unfinished bottle of cold wine. It took a long time before Zhuo Dong came: "Who is that person?"

"That person?"

Sima sneered: "You should know who I'm talking about. You don't let me chase after him because you are afraid of him."

Zhuo Donglai stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, closed it, and then turned to face Sima.

"There are many masters in the martial arts, each with unique skills. When the masters are in a duel, the victory or defeat usually depends on their situation and opportunities at the time." Zhuo Dong said: "Since Xiao Li Feida retired, he is truly invincible There are almost no masters."

"Is it almost nothing? Or absolutely nothing?"

"I'm not sure." Zhuo Donglai's voice seemed a little hoarse: "It's just that someone has told me that there is such a person in an unknown place in this world."

"Who?" Sima Chaoqun was shocked: "Who is this person you are talking about?"

"His surname is Xiao, Yi Shui Xiaoxiao's Xiao," Zhuo Dong said, "His name is Xiao Leixue."

"Strong sword spirit, Xiao Xiao Yishui;

The hero has no tears and turns into blood. "

Gao Jianfei seemed to be asleep again. Just when he was about to undress and draw his sword, he fell asleep, and suddenly flew up in his sleep.

Actually, he can't tell if this is a dream or not? When a person is used very lightly and ingeniously by others, it usually becomes like this when brushing over the sleeping acupuncture point.

When he was sober, he heard someone singing in a low voice, and the low singing seemed to carry a kind of sword aura and an indescribable desolation.

"The prodigal three sing, only sing heroes;

The prodigal son has no roots, and the hero has no tears. "

The singing was cut off abruptly, and the singer slowly turned around, with a waxy face, a pair of tired eyes, a pair of plain clothes.

A silent ordinary person, holding an old ordinary box in his hand.

"Xiao tears blood!"

The flames of cold wine rolled over Sima Chaoqun’s bloodline heart, but his heart still did not heat up, "What kind of person is he? Have you seen him?"

"I haven't. No one has seen him." Zhuo Dong said: "Even people who have seen him will never know who he is."

The wind is violent and cold, very fast and extremely cold.

Because they are on a high place, at the top of the seventh-level Pagoda Tower.

"It's you and you again," Xiao Gao looked around blankly: "Who are you? Why did you suddenly get me into such a **** of a place?"

"You can't see a ghost in this place, but if you don't get you here, I will see a ghost." He said lightly: "A newly dead ghost."

"This newly dead ghost is me?"

"Probably so."

"How do you know that I will die?"

"Because of your sword."

In this man's tired and godless eyes, there seemed to be a little starlight suddenly, just like the eternal human star in the far north, so far away, so mysterious, so bright.

"The past Haolai, the famous sword of the past has been buried, this sword of yours is already an unparalleled weapon today. In the past five hundred years, no sword can compare to it."

"Oh?"

"The man who cast it was the first master after Ou Yezi, and the first swordsman at the time, but throughout his life he had never used this sword, or even pulled out its sheath to show it to others. ."

"Why?"

"Because this sword is too fierce, as long as it is out of its sheath, it must drink human blood."

There is no expression on his face, because there is a layer of dissolving medicine similar to yellow wax on his face, but suddenly there is an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

"When this sword was released, the master had already seen the omen on the sword, an unsolvable omen, so he couldn't help but shed tears, dripping on this sword, turning into tears. ."

"This is how the tears on the blade came from?"

"Yes."

"Since the master has seen its ferocity, why didn't he simply ruin it?"

"Because this sword is made so perfect," he asked Xiao Gao: "Who can bear the heart to succeed and destroy the essence of his life's hard work?"

He said: "What's more, the sword has been released and has become a magical weapon. Even if it can destroy its shape, it will not destroy its god. Sooner or later, its omen will still be effective."

Xiao Gao actually understood what he meant: "There are certain things in the heavens and the earth that can never be eliminated."

"So as long as you pull out this sword today, you will die under this sword." This person said, "Because you are definitely not Sima Chaoqun's opponent today."

He stared at Xiao Gao and said: "By now you should have understood that even a fair duel is not completely fair."

"Oh?"

"A person has reached a certain point. After having a certain power, he can create something to weaken the opponent's power and make himself win." He said: "This kind of thing is usually very painful by someone special. Of."

This is a fact, a cruel fact.

Now Xiao Gao cannot deny it. Because now he has recognized this and has learned a bitter lesson.

"So if you really want to deal with Sima Chaoqun, the only way is to surprise him and assassinate him under the sword." This person said, "Because you have no chance to fight him fairly."

Xiao Gao's fists clenched.

"Why are you telling me these things?" He asked the man, "Why are you saving me?"

"Because I didn't kill you, I don't want you to die in the hands of others."

"Of course you don't want my sword to fall into the hands of others."

"Yes." The man's answer was straightforward.

Xiao Gao asked him again: "Since you already have an unparalleled weapon in the world, do you still want this sword?"

"I don't want it." The man said lightly: "If I wanted it, it would already be mine."

Xiao Gao couldn't deny this.

"Then why should you care about it? Is there a special relationship between this sword and you?"

Suddenly, this man took his hand and grabbed Xiao Gao's wrist.

Xiao Gao immediately shed cold sweat, and the pain was so cold all over his body.

But he knew that he himself must have tendered this person, a certain part of his heart that he didn't want to be touched.

How could such a strong and cold person have such a vulnerability in his heart?

"Your box and my sword are both made by the same person. Will there be a special relationship between you and me?" Xiao Gao asked again: "Why don't you tell me about these things? ?"

These things are something Xiao Gao must ask, even if his wrist is crushed, he must ask.

Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer.

The man has put down his hand and slid out the tower.

There is a silvery white outside the tower, and this person and his box have disappeared into the silvery white like snowflakes.

The sky is getting dark, Xiao Gao has been thinking about it for a long time, and there are many things he can't figure out.

Because he can't concentrate at all.

He wants to think about it, but he can't help but think of her.

——Who is it? Where did it come from? Where have you been?

——What kind of people are the people who are chasing her? She found him, did Sima Chaoqun want her to do this? Want him to be fascinated by her?

——He suddenly left him~IndoMTL.com~Is Sima Chaoqun asking her to leave? Want to make him painful, sad, and desperate?

No matter what, Xiao Gao is determined to find her and ask clearly.

But he couldn't find it.

He didn't know where to start looking.

A young man with no experience, no friends, and no one to help him, what can he do?

In addition to using his sword to kill, what else can he do?

Who can he kill? Who should we kill?

Who can tell him?

The sky is getting darker, the evening bell has rang, the aroma of porridge and rice is wafting from the scented kitchen in the backyard, and a few monks who have returned late wearing spiked shoes rushed back to eat their dinner.

The spikes crushed the ice and snow, and Xiao Gao suddenly thought of Zhu Meng.

Zhu Meng is in Luoyang.