Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 17: 　1 Jian Guanghan

February 26.

Chang'an.

Gao Jianfei is waiting.

Zheng Cheng told him: "Mr. Zhuo can't see you yet, but he said you can wait here."

Xiao Gao smiled: "I will wait." His smile was gentle and calm: "I can assure you that you must have never seen someone like me who would wait for someone."

"Oh?"

"Because I am more patient than anyone, maybe more patient than an eighty-year-old man." Xiao Gao said: "I grew up living in the mountains, and once I was waiting to see a camellia bloom, guess me How long have you waited?"

"How long have you waited?"

"I waited for three full days."

"Then you will pluck that flower and put it on the placket"

"I don't have one," Xiao Gao said, "I will leave when the flowers bloom."

"You waited for three days just to see what happened at the moment when the flowers bloom?"

Zheng Cheng himself is also a very patient person, and seems to be able to understand Xiao Gao's meaning.

"No matter what you are waiting for, you usually have no purpose." He said to Xiao Gao: "Although you didn't pluck the flower, your purpose must have been achieved, and your purpose is never just Just to see a camellia bloom."

"What other purpose do I have?"

"A flower is also a life. At the moment that flower blooms, that is, when life is born," Zheng Cheng said: "A life is born in the gestation of heaven and earth, and the subtle and subtle changes in the world are unique. There is nothing like it."

He stared at Xiao Gao: "So I don't think your three days were wasted. After that observation, your swordsmanship must have improved a lot."

Xiao Gao looked at him in surprise. This young man with an ordinary square face is much smarter than he looks.

"Waiting for someone will not have no purpose. Of course you will not wait until Mr. Zhuo comes and leave." Zheng Cheng asked Xiaogao lightly: "What is your purpose this time?"

He refused to let Xiao Gao speak, and said, "You don't need to answer this question, and I don't want to know."

"You asked me this yourself, why don't you want me to answer and don't want to know?"

"Because the less a person knows, the better."

"Since you don't want to know at all, why do you want to ask again?"

"I'm just reminding you that if I would say that, Mr. Zhuo must think so too."

Zheng Cheng said: "When Mr. Zhuo asks you this question, you'd better have a good reason to answer him and satisfy him, otherwise you'd better not wait any longer."

He is very serious and sincere: "Mr. Zhuo feels dissatisfied, but not many are still alive."

After saying this, he left. He didn't want to wait to see how Xiao Gao reacted to what he said.

But when he walked to the door, he turned his head back, "There is another thing I forgot to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Zhuo also told me to give you what you want, whatever you want."

"He really said that?"

"Really."

Xiao Gao laughed, smiling very happily: "That's great, really great."

When Zhuo Dong came to summon Zheng Cheng, it was almost noon. Zheng Cheng can't see any difference between him in peacetime. Just ask about the tragic and terrible things that happened yesterday. It seems that it has nothing to do with him. Zhuo Qing has done something. To avenge him? He never asked.

He only asked Zheng Cheng, "Is Gao Jianfei still waiting?"

"Yes, he is still waiting." Zheng Cheng said: "But I can't find what he wants completely for him."

"What does he want, even you can't find it?"

"He asked me to prepare 20 tables of the best wines and dishes for him in one hour, and he limited the cooks in Changanju and Minghuchun to cook them." Zheng Cheng said, "He wants me to In the hour, all the red girls in the city are invited to drink with him."

"How many did you find for him?"

"I only found seventy-three for him, and most of them were pulled from other men's bed."

Zuo Donglai actually smiled.

"At that time, a girl without a man in the bed could not be regarded as a red girl." He said, "You have done this very well. Our place must be very lively this morning."

"It's really very lively. Even the brothers who can drink in the **** are dragged by him to drink with him." Zheng Cheng said: "He must have everyone celebrate him."

"Celebrate? What to celebrate?" Zhuo Dong asked: "What is worth celebrating today?"

"He didn't say." Zheng Cheng said: "But I've heard that before, many people do this when they know they are about to die."

Zuo Donglai was meditating, his pupils suddenly began to shrink again, and after a long time he said: "It's a pity that I know he won't die for the time being."

The wine is drunk and the guests are gone. The flower hall and corridor in front are scattered with broken hairpins, belts and socks, and a few broken snuff bottles and rouge boxes. Things that I can't even think of, seem to prove to Doctrine that they are indeed drunk.

Where is their master?

The host is not drunk, how can the guests enjoy themselves?

Xiao Gao was like a dead man, but lying on a soft couch with his stomach, but when Zhuo Dong came to him, the dead man woke up suddenly and sighed.

"Why do you always have to wait until the end of the song and people leave? Don't you naturally like to see others happy?"

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, and said faintly: "I really don't like it. It's not very interesting to watch intoxicatingly..."

He stared into Xiao Gao's eyes: "Fortunately, you are not drunk yet. The drunk is someone else, not you."

Xiao Gao's eyes didn't even have a hint of alcohol.

"I can see that you are still awake," Zhuo Dong said, "wake up than a rabbit in March."

Xiao Gao laughed and laughed.

"You did not read it wrong, you did not read it wrong." He laughed and said, "Your eyes are better than those of the fox in September."

"If you want others to get drunk, why don't you get drunk?"

"Because I know the fox will come sooner or later." Xiao Gao said: "If there is a fox coming, how can the rabbit not stay awake?"

"If the fox comes, it will be useless for the rabbit to be sober."

"Oh?"

"If you know that a fox is coming, you should run away as soon as possible." Zhuo Donglai smiled: "Unless this rabbit is not afraid of foxes at all!"

"How can rabbits not be afraid of foxes?"

"Because there is a **** behind it, this gun has been aimed at the fox's heart and can be pierced in at any time."

"Gun?" Xiao Gao blinked: "Where did the gun come from?"

Zuo Dongwei smiled: "Of course it came from a dry box, a box that was lost and recovered."

Xiao Gao stopped smiling, his eyes stopped blinking, and he showed an expression of admiration from his heart.

"You already know?" He asked Zhuo Donglai: "How did you know?"

"What do you think I know?" Zhuo Dong said, "I just know that there are people in this world. I know that Xiao Leixue happened to be this kind of person, and happened to find you."

He smiled again: "I know nothing more than that."

Xiao Gao stared at him for a long time, then sighed.

"This is not the case anymore, it's enough." He sighed, "No wonder Xiao Leixue told me that it is definitely a pleasure to be able to talk to Mr. Zhuo for business, because there are some things you don't need at all. Speaking out, he already knows completely."

Zuo Donglai's smile seems to have turned into a wry smile: "Unfortunately, I don't know how much I already know?"

"Do you know that Xiao Lei's blood asked me to come this time?" Xiao Gao answered the question himself. "Of course you already know, and you must already know that it is not a good thing that he wants me to talk to you."

"There are many bad things." Zhuo Dong asked: "Which one does he want you to talk about?"

"Probably the worst kind." Xiao Gao sighed again: "If it wasn't because I owed him a little love, I wouldn't even want to talk to you about this kind of thing."

"You were wrong!" Zhuo Donglai was actually smiling again: "You are wrong on this point."

"Which point?"

"In one aspect, the best things are often the worst things, so on the other hand, the worst things are always the best things." Zhuo Dong said: "The world There are often many things."

He explained: "If Mr. Xiao doesn't want anyone to talk to me at all, but comes to me with his box in the middle of the night when there is no one, that kind of thing is the worst kind of thing."

"So no matter what he asked me to talk to you about, you will not feel unhappy?"

"I won't."

"That's great."

However, Xiao Gao’s expression suddenly became very serious, imitating Zhuo Donglai’s tone, saying word by word: “He wants me to take over the position of Sima Qiqun, to take over the order of the big dart board, and to be the leader. The head of the Escort."

Speaking of this sentence, no matter what everyone thinks Zhuo Donglai will jump up.

But he didn't even have his eyes for a moment, he only asked Xiao Gao faintly: "Is this really what Mr. Xiao meant?"

"Yes."

Xiao Gao asked Zhuo Donglai: "What do you mean?"

Zhuo Donglai didn't even think about it, so he simply said two words.

"Very good."

"Very good?" Xiao Gao was surprised: "What does it mean to be very good?"

Zuo Donglai smiled and bowed to Xiao Gao.

"It means that you are now the number one leader of the big dart board, and you have taken the top spot in the big dart board."

Xiao Gao was stunned.

Zhuo Donglai's attitude towards him has begun to become very respectful.

"From now on, all the thirty-six heroes under the Da Escort will be under your control. If anyone refuses to accept, Zhuo Donglai is willing to be a pioneer and cut him under the sword."

He looked at Xiao Gao with his dark gray eyes: "But from now on, you are also a member of the dart board. The dart board is only your head. You have to be loyal to the dart board. The difficulties of the dart board. It is your difficulty, the enemy of the dart board, that is, your enemy."

Xiao Gao finally exhaled.

"I understand what you mean."

Xiao Gao smiled bitterly: "I didn't understand why you agreed so quickly, but now I finally understand what you mean."

"This is how things are, just like the double fronts of the sword." Zhuo Dongwei's voice is solemn and calm: "If you want to gain something, you must pay a price."

His voice suddenly became a little hoarse: "I think you must also know what price Sima Chaoqun has paid."

"What about you?" Xiao Gao suddenly asked him: "What have you paid?"

Zuo Donglai smiled.

"What did I give? What did I get?" His smile was full of sadness: "I'm afraid I can't answer you this question, because I don't know it myself,"

This sentence is not a lie, and it is indeed a bit sentimental, even Xiao Gao began to sympathize with him a little.

Fortunately, Zhuo Donglai immediately regained his rocky calmness, and immediately asked a question that was sharper than the blade.

"I am willing to support you as the master of the escort, and I am willing to serve you allegiance. I believe that we all know each other very well, and this is good for us!" He asked Xiao Gao: "But what about others?"

"Someone else?"

"None of the thirty-six passers-by under the Escort is an easy role. It is not easy for them to sincerely support you as the master."

He asked Xiao Gao again: "What are you going to do?"

"What do you think I should do?"

"You must have prestige before you can have credibility, and with prestige, can you be named as the hero and let others obey you." Zhuo Dong said, "If you are in this position, of course you must first establish your prestige."

"Li Wei?" Xiao Gao asked: "How to Li Wei?"

"Now that Sima and I have broken, he has left in anger and disappears."

"I know,"

"Not only do you know, I believe there are many other people who also know." Zhuo Dong said: "Before Zhuo Qing dies, he will not forget to send someone to spread the news."

"As long as he can retaliate against you, and it is something he can do, I believe he will never forget to do one."

Xiao Gao said: "I also believe that there must be a lot of things he can do."

"It's a lot."

"So you heard that Mr. Xiao asked me to take over the escort, and you didn't even mean to object." Xiao Gao smiled bitterly: "Because you also need me to help you clean up the mess."

Zuo Donglai did not deny this.

"Our situation is indeed not stable right now, and Mr. Xiao must be very aware of this situation. That's why you are required to come."

Zhuo Dong said: "Mr. Xiao and I also know each other very well, and I'm sure I will never refuse."

He stared at Gao Jianfei, and said word by word: "In this case, if you want to stand up, of course you must use the most direct and effective method."

Xiao Gao was also staring at him. After a long time, he asked word by word, "Do you want me to kill Zhu Meng to Liwei?"

"Yes."

"This is your condition?"

"It is not a condition, but a general trend." Zhuo Donglai said coldly: "The general trend is like this, you and I have no choice."

Gao Jianfei stood up suddenly and walked to the window.

The snow outside the window has not melted, but the weather has cleared. The earth is still silvery white, but the color of the sky has turned blue. Suddenly a white cloud flew in the distance, stopped suddenly, and flew away suddenly.

I don't know how long it took before Zhuo Donglai sighed softly.

"I understand you, you and Zhu Meng are both people from the rivers and lakes, and you promise to commit yourself to life and death, because life and death are just a matter of questioning." He said very sincerely: "So you meet each other. If you are sympathetic and cherish, you can promise each other with life and death."

There was indeed some emotion in his sigh: "In the eyes of gentlemen who don't know what'friends' are, you may not be friends at all, but I know you."

Zhuo Dong said: "So I also understand that asking you to kill Zhu Meng is indeed a very sad thing, not only your sorrow, but also not only his sorrow, but the sorrow we all share."

Little Gao is speechless.

"So I also hope you can understand one thing." Zhuo Dong said, "If you don't kill Zhu Meng, some people will kill him. He won't die in your hands, and he will die in other people's hands. Inside."

"Why?"

"Qin lost his deer, and the world was chasing him. Sima Chaoqun lost his position, and the situation is the same." Zhuo Dong said: "So Zhu Meng's head has now become a 36-way hero of the Darts. Object."

He explained: "Because Zhu Meng is also the hero of the first generation, and is the mortal enemy of the Escort, whoever can remove his head in the Escort can use this to stand among the heroes and take the position of Sima. Replace it."

Zhuo Dong said: "At least three of them have hope."

"Are you afraid of them?"

"I am not afraid of them."

"Then why don't you replace it yourself?"

"Because of you." Zhuo Dong said, "I'm not afraid of you, but with Mr. Xiao, no one can beat him in the world."

This time he was also telling the truth.

"I didn't kill Zhu Meng before, because I wanted to leave him with Sima, but this time I didn't kill Zhu Meng because I wanted to leave him with you." Zhuo Dong said, "Instead of letting others kill him, It's better to let him die in your hands, anyway, sooner or later he will definitely die."

Xiao Gao suddenly turned around and stared at him, his eyes were bloodshot, but there was no blood on his face.

"Are the three people you mentioned just now in Chang'an?" Xiao Gao asked Zhuo Dong.

"Probably."

"Are they pushing?"

"It's a ruthless sword, a deadly gun, and a bag of hidden weapons that can see blood in the throat." Zhuo Dong said: "Each one is eligible to be included in the world's 70 most terrifying weapons. ."

"I am asking about their people, not their weapons,"

"Their people are all murderers, they have eyeliners in Chang'an, and they can find Zhu Meng in an hour or two." Zhuo Dong said, "You only need to know this is enough."

"Why don't you say their names?"

"Because you know their names, it may affect your fighting spirit and mood." "Can we find Zhu Meng before them?"

"You can't, I can."

"Where is Zhu Meng at the moment?"

"In my grasp." Zhuo Donglai said leisurely: "He has always been in my grasp."

The evening clouds are in harmony, the mountains are in the vast twilight, and Zhu Meng is also there, in front of a loess.

A new pile of loess, the spring grass on the tomb has not yet grown, and the stone monument in front of the tomb has not been erected, because the people in the tomb may have turned into butterflies and flew away.

What is buried in the tomb may be nothing more than a period of heroic years that have passed away, and a period of tenderness with children that will never pass away.

But Zhu Meng is still there. Sima is still there.

So the entangled grievances and grievances between them are still there. The knot between them is inherently insoluble by anyone.

The dusk is getting darker.

Zhu Meng stood there foolishly. I don’t know how long he stood there. His only remaining more than ten brothers looked at him foolishly. No one knew what he was feeling in his heart, and no one knew his brothers. What is it like in my heart.

But he knows in his heart that if life is really like a play, if his life is just a play, then the play will undoubtedly come to an end.

No matter how tragic, tragic and sensational the play, it’s about to come to an end now.

Die Wu just took a step first, but they still have to finish the last section of the road.

No matter how hard it is, they will finish their journey. They only hope to spill the blood of their enemies on their way home.

Zhu Meng finally turned around, facing his brothers who live and die together, looking at them with his big bloodshot eyes, looking at them from their faces, on everyone's face. They stayed for a long time, as if they would never see each other again after seeing this one.

Then he said in a hoarse voice:

"In life, there has never been a banquet that lasts forever. Even if the son and Lao Tzu, there will always be a time to break up. Now it is time for us to break up."

His brothers' faces have changed, and Zhu Meng pretended not to see.

"So now I want you to go. It's best to split into several paths, no more than two people." Zhu Meng said, "Because I want you to live, as long as one of you can survive, Xiongshitang There is still hope for a comeback."

No one left, no one moved.

Zhu Meng jumped up, hissing loudly,

"**Your ancestors, don't you hear what Lao Tzu is saying? Do you hope that everyone in the Lion Hall will die to death?"

No one moved, and no one spoke.

Zhu Meng pulled down a palm-wide leather **** his waist and rushed towards them.

"If you don't go, you are going to die. Okay, I will kill you alive here, lest I get angry."

The strips are taken out, one strip is bruised and the other strip is bloodstained.

But his brothers, who knew neither life nor pain, just closed their mouths, gritted their teeth, and didn't move.

Sima Chaoqun stood far away, looking at it from a distance, as if he didn't even feel at all.

But there is already a trace of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

His teeth are clenched too tightly, and blood has been bitten out.

There was a wind, I don't know when it suddenly started. The kind of cold wind blowing on people like a knife.

Zhu Meng's hand finally fell.

"Okay. If you want to stay with me and die together, I will let you stay," he said sharply, "but you must remember that no matter who wins or loses in this battle between Sima Chaoqun and Sima Chaoqun, I will let you stay. It has nothing to do with you, you must never touch him."

Sima Qiqun suddenly sneered.

"It's useless, no matter what method you want to use to move me, it's useless."

"What are you talking about?" Zhu Meng hissed: "What are you talking about?"

"I just want to make sure you understand. Now even though my family is broken, I will never deliberately fulfill you, deliberately let you kill me, let you use my head to reinvigorate your voice and rejuvenate. Shitang." Sima Chaoqun's voice was also completely hoarse: "If you want this head on my neck, you still have to use real effort."

"Fuck your mother's shit." Zhu Meng was furious, "Who wants you to deliberately let Lao Tzu be a horse? Lao Tzu still treats you as a person, who knows that you are shit."

"Okay, good scolding." Sima looked up and smiled: "Come here if you have a seed!"

Zhu Meng was already about to pounce, but suddenly stopped, the thunderous rage suddenly subsided, and suddenly looked at Sima Chaoqun with a very strange expression, as if he had seen this for the first time. The same as people.

"Why don't you dare to come over?" Sima was provoking again, "Can you only have the courage to deal with your own brother? Is the'lion' Zhu Meng such a bogus?"

Zhu Meng laughed suddenly, and laughed wildly on his back.

"Okay, good scolding, **** good scolding." His laughter was like a cry: "It's a pity that it's useless for you to do this."

"What are you talking about?" Sima Chaoqun was still sneering, "What kind of fart are you putting on!"

This time, instead of getting angry, Zhu Meng sighed: "Sima Chaoqun, you are a good man. I, Zhu Meng, have never convinced people in my life, but I have already a little admired you." He said, "But if you I think that Zhu Meng is just a brash man who doesn't know good or bad, you are wrong, and I still understand what you mean."

"What do you understand?"

"You don't need to provoke me to kill you, and you don't need to use this method to provoke my anger." Zhu Meng said, "Although I have collapsed, but once I become a woman, I become desperate like an idiot. , Became more sad than a dead mother."

He suddenly slapped his chest: "But as long as I, Zhu Meng, still breathe, I will definitely fight to the end. I don't need you to arouse me, I will fight to the end."

"Oh?"

"The human head on Zhu Meng's neck is not something that people will take away casually, and it won't make you perfect." Zhu Meng sternly said, "But I don't want you to make me perfect."

He stared at Sima with his big eyes: "Today you and I fight, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, I don't care at all, but if you have a little intention to make me perfect," Zhu Meng said even more. Terrible: "As long as you have. A little bit of this meaning, your Sima Chaoqun is not raised by your parents, but a **** raised by a dog. As long as you let me move one by one, I will die in front of you immediately and turn into a ghost. Don't forgive you."

Sima Chaoqun looked at him, looked at his big bloodshot eyes, looked at this man who was already pierced but still had the spirit of a lion, and it took a long time before he said: "Okay. , I promise you, no matter what, I will do my best to fight you to the death today."

Zhu Meng was also looking at him, looking at this heroic idol who was once held up in the sky by the heroes of the world but has fallen into the mud. Suddenly he looked up to the sky and sighed: "You and I are destined to be enemies in this world. I hope there will be an afterlife, I hope we can make friends in the next life, no matter who wins, who loses, who lives and who died in this battle today."

The wind is colder.

The distant mountains are cold, the Qing family is cold, people are also in the cold wind, but there is general blood in their chests.

This passion is never cold.

Because there are still some people in this world who have such a passion that can never be cold, so we should never fear in our hearts, because we should know that as long as people still have this common blood in their breasts, justice will always be constant. Save.

This point must be emphasized, because this is the spirit of righteousness.

The twilight is also deeper.

Sima Chaoqun and Zhu Meng seemed to be nothing more than two dim figures in the twilight.

In the eyes of these enthusiastic heroes, these two hazy figures are far more vivid and powerful than any person in the world.

Because they are not fighting for victory or defeat.

They put aside the life and death honors and disgrace that the world can't give up. They are just doing something they think they must do.

Because this is their principle of life.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, the wealth and glory can be discarded like a clog, but this principle must not be discarded.

——If they do this, will anyone think they are stupid?

——If someone thinks they are too stupid, what kind of person is that kind of person?

Zhu Meng stood solemnly against Sima Chaoqun, life and death were decided in an instant.

The strange thing is that the repulsion is not hatred, but a breath of blood.

Zhu Meng suddenly asked: "In the past ten years, you have been invincible and have never met an opponent. Did you use a big iron sword with a thousand hammers when you defeated the enemy?"

"Yes."

"Where is your sword?"

"The sword is not there, but my people are there," Sima Chao said, "It is not my sword that you want to fight, but my people, so as long as my people are there, it is enough."

"Why don't you bring your sword with you if you want to see me fighting for a life and death decision?"

"Because I can also fight the Liger with my bare hands."

Zhu Meng slowly tied his belt around his waist, leaving only a pair of empty fists and bare hands.

"I, Zhu Meng, who has been in the world in my life, I am happy and enmity, ruthless, unscrupulous, shameless villains have been assassinated by me." He said: "When I kill people, I usually use a handle. Sweep the knife."

"Where is your knife?"

"The knife is here." Zhu Meng said: "My knife is here."

He stretched out his hand, and someone sent his sweeping knife that could take the lead of the enemy in the army.

"Good knife." Sima Chaoqun said loudly, "This is the knife for killing."

"This is indeed a good knife to kill." Zhu Meng stroked the blade lightly: "It's just that this knife has always killed villains, not heroes."

The knife is in his hand.

He held the handle of the knife in his left hand and twisted the blade in his right hand. With a "boom" sound, a knife was still in his hand, but it had been split in two.

The broken knife turned into a flying rainbow, flying into the darker, thicker, darker and farther twilight, and flew out of sight.

Although Zhu Meng's voice is even more hoarse, almost unable to make a sound, but the heroic spirit is still there: "Sima Chaoqun can use a pair of bare hands to fight the liger, why can't I, Zhu Meng?"

He clenched his fists, his fists were like iron, and Sima's outstanding pair of iron fists were as sharp as blades.

"You are far away, you are a guest." Sima said, "I won't let you, but you should take action first."

"Good!"

Hearing Zhu Meng utter the word "good", Man Niu knew he was almost done.

"Man Niu" is an individual, a hero.

But sometimes he looks like a bull, with a bull-like temper, a bull-like stubborn, wilder than a bison, more brutal than a bull, and he has copper bars and iron bones, just like a bar of iron. Cattle.

It's a pity that this iron cow's heart is made of porcelain. It can't be touched, and it breaks when touched.

So he has been sitting the farthest.

Everyone was standing, he was sitting because he was afraid he could not stand it.

There are many things he can't bear.

He can't stand the kind of villain who betrays his friends the most. When he meets that kind of person, he can use his only life to fight at any time.

He can't stand the kind of person who is too loyal to his friends, because he will sell his only life to him at any time when he encounters such a person. Sell ​​it unconditionally and never regret it.

So as soon as he heard Zhu Meng say "Okay", and when he saw Zhu Meng punch out, he knew he was about to finish, just like the spikes saw Zhu Meng standing next to Xiao Gao. Apart from death, he has no other way to go.

He only hoped to see Zhu Meng knock down Sima Chaoqun before he died. I only hope to follow Zhu Meng before dying and go to the dart board to fight Zhuo Dong.

As long as this can be done, God will treat him well, and he himself will be dead without complaint.

The only death in the ages is difficult. He is now ready to die. This requirement shouldn't be too much.

Unfortunately, God refused to agree to him.

Just when he saw that Zhu Meng seemed to have regained his former glory, swinging his iron fist, and rushing to attack, suddenly a black noose flew gently and softly from behind, trapping his throat.

When Man Niu wanted to struggle to resist the shout, it was too late.

The noose has been tightened and inserted into his Adam's apple, and he just feels that the strength of his body suddenly disappears. The muscles of the whole body suddenly relaxed, and all the excrement suddenly flowed out at the same time.

At this time, Zhu Meng and Sima are still fighting hard. Others are watching them attentively. No one knows that he is dead, and no one comes to take a look.

So such a man like an iron bull, quietly left the world like this.

He died worse than spikes.

Competition between masters is often a matter of one move, and victory or defeat is often decided in an instant.

Sima and Zhu Meng have different muscles.

This battle was fought very hard.

They are all very tired, not only exhausted, but also exhausted.

Those moves that could cause death in their eyes are no longer able to exert their original power in their hands.

Sometimes Sima Mingming can knock Zhu down in one fell swoop, but after a palm strike, the strength and position are two points worse.

Zhu Meng's situation is the same.

It's really sad to see two heroes of the world, who are invincible in the world, now fight like two beasts in a desperate fight.

The strange thing is that Zhu Meng's brothers didn't even react at all.

Sometimes Zhu Meng was knocked down by a palm, and then struggling to get up, they did not respond at all, and they seemed completely indifferent.

They have all been knocked down by each other. As long as you can stand up after falling down, it's okay to be knocked down.

But this time when Sima fell down, there was an indescribable fear in his eyes. He suddenly rolled over on the ground, rolled over and hugged Zhu Meng's legs.

This move is by no means a move used by heroes.

Sima Chaoqun has never used such a move in his life, and Zhu Meng never thought he would use it.

So he was dragged down at once, and the two of them rolled on the ground at the same time, and Zhu Meng's anger had already risen. A "bang" punch hit Sima's back.

Sima still hugged him tightly, but whispered in his ear in a very strange voice: "Your brothers are probably all dead. But we must pretend not to know. "

Zhu Meng was shocked and was about to ask: "Why?"

He didn't say a word because his mouth was blocked by Sima. In his ear, he said: "We will continue to fight, let others think that we are about to lose both sides, and we will die together."

Zhu Meng is not a brave man who can only try his best.

He is also a veteran, and at this moment, he has noticed a change in the situation.

Although his brothers are still there, everyone's necks are hanging down softly.

He has smelled a disgusting stench.

While they were fighting hard, someone had cut the throats of his brothers silently.

Can his brothers who have experienced many years of experience die so easily in the hands of others?

Zhu Meng didn't believe it, couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

But his whole body is cold.

Sima actually took the opportunity to roll down on him, punching his soft side and ribs with a fist.

But he didn't play hard, and his voice was lighter.

"Regardless of whether we are friends or enemies, we must listen to my life this time, otherwise you and I will die."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Let's go, go together." Sima Chaoqun said: "When I said to go, we jumped up and walked together."

Suddenly someone laughed.

A yin and yang voice said: "Little Sima is really a bit smart, but it's useless to Zhu Meng." The man smiled gloomily: "There is only Zhu Meng who is decapitating, and there is no one who has escaped. Zhu Meng."

Sima suddenly jumped up and screamed: "Go."

At night, it is cold and dark. Even a person who has been rigorously trained can hardly see the trees and rocks close at hand. Of course, it is impossible to distinguish between the road and the direction.

Besides, there is no road at all here.

If a person has reached a place where there is no way, it usually means that the person has reached a point where there is no way to go.

Sima Chaoqun was panting. Although his lungs were almost bursting, he still tried to suppress his panting.

Every bone and muscle in his body seems to have been placed on the butcher's meat case, being cut with a knife.

Zhu Meng's situation is no better than him. The two stood shoulder-to-shoulder, standing in this desolate darkness, breathing non-stop. Although they could not hear the bowstrings and footsteps of the hunter, they could already feel the despair of being hunted by the hunter after the beast was injured. The pain and sorrow.

"Do you know who that person was just now?"

"I know." Sima said, "They came from more than one person, and any one of them may be enough to deal with us."

Zhu Meng sneered: "Unexpectedly, Sima Chaoqun, who is unparalleled in the world, would say such discouraging words."

"This is not discouragement," Sima said, "This is the truth."

Zhu Meng was silent, and after a long time he said sadly: "Yes, this is the truth." His voice is full of sadness: "Sima is no longer the Sima of the past, Zhu Meng is no longer the same Zhu Meng, otherwise what? Will be chased like wild dogs with nowhere to go?"

"I understand what you mean, you would rather die than run away. There is only Zhu Meng who decapitated, and there is no Zhu Meng who escaped." Sima Chaoqun said, "But why did you take your head To a despicable and shameless villain? Why let him carry our heads in exchange for his reputation, glory, wine and singing?"

"I also understand what you mean." Zhu Meng said sharply: "Even if we want to give this head to someone, we must choose someone worthy of our gift, and never give it to Zhuo Donglai."

Someone applauded suddenly in the darkness.

"You are right, you are absolutely right."

It's the yin and yang weird person again, and the kind of gloomy laughter: "How can such a good two heads be given to the big bad guy like Zhuo Future? I think you might as well give it to me. "

His laughter suddenly went far and near, left and right, so that people couldn't tell where he was.

Zhu Meng's whole body is stiff.

This person is not Zhuo Donglai, but he is more terrifying than Zhuo Donglai. Zhu Meng has never encountered such a terrible person in his life.

He couldn't believe that there were people in the world who could practice such a ghostly light skill that came and went freely.

But he quickly regained his composure because he had heard Sima Chaoqun’s whisper: “It’s not one person speaking, but two twin brothers.” Sima Chaoqun said: “As long as we can calm down, they don’t dare Acting recklessly, so we must never let him see our reality."

At this moment, the faces of the two of them were suddenly illuminated, and every wrinkle, every scar, and every expression on their faces was illuminated.

There are at least thirty brilliantly crafted Kongming lanterns, and thirty strong lights shone from all directions, shining on them.

At this moment, their bodies were standing upright and their faces were completely expressionless.

Although they still couldn't see where the other person was, they didn't let the other person see their fatigue, pain and fear.

Two people who have experienced battles and made steel, two lives that will never surrender, it is not easy for anyone who wants a head on their neck.

Although the lights are bright, the darkness in the distance is still dark.

Sima Chaoqun smiled suddenly.

"Gongsun and Gongsun, don't come here unscathed?" He smiled and said: "I always know that you are all people who know good and bad. If I can fulfill you and achieve your hegemony, you will definitely put us in this one. The corpse of the head is buried well, and every Spring and Autumn Festival, fragrant flowers and wine will be enshrined in front of our grave."

There was applause and laughter immediately in the darkness, "You are right, you are right."

This time the laughter rang from the left and right at the same time, and then two people walked into the place where the light could be illuminated from the darkness at the same time from the left and right.

Two people who look completely different.

One wears a beaded crown, a jade belt around his waist, and a hanging long sword. The sword is decorated with precious jade, and he is dressed like a nobleman.

The other seems to be a beggar, a lame beggar with a long wooden staff in his hand.

But if you look closely, the figures and appearances of these two people are exactly the same.

One by one Gongsun Gongsun.

—The twin brothers.

Zhu Meng suddenly thought of two people, two people he had always thought were completely unrelated.

——The commander-in-chief of Guandong Er**zhai, Zhong Wu, Ding Shi, and the "rich son" Gongsun Baojian who is more exquisite in diet and daily life than the princes and princes.

——Wandering around the world, without three meals, often lying in the ditch drunk, even the beggar gang refused to take in the grandson beggar.

No one knows that they are brothers, and they are twin brothers.

Since you are your biological brothers, why do you want one of them to eat well and the other to be poor?

Zhu Meng hasn't figured this out yet, but thought of two other people.

He suddenly thought of Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai.

One by one, why does Zhuo Donglai want to promote Sima Chaoqun as the idol of heroes in the world?

The truth in this is both complicated and simple. Although simple but complicated, not only Zhu Meng can't figure it out for a while, others can't figure it out either.

But Zhu Meng finally figured it out.

If Sima Chaoqun didn’t know that they were twin brothers, he would definitely think that Gongsun Baojian was an unparalleled master of light skills. After hearing the ghostly laughter, he would definitely be shocked by them, just like Zhu Meng himself. The situation is the same just now.

Now Zhu Meng understands that it is just a smokescreen.

On the Lantern Festival night that Jin Wu couldn't help, the fireworks displayed in the palace hall were like this. It seemed brilliant and ever-changing, like Qibao Tower, like a dragon and a dragon.

In fact, they are all false and empty, and they are transformed into nothingness, empty and nothing in an instant.

But it has mastered the brilliance of that moment.

In some people's minds, it is eternal to master the glory of this moment.

If we say that life is like an inverted journey, then in this long and unchanging world, what is the difference between "a moment" and "eternity"?

So one of them would rather sacrifice for one person without complaining.

The only problem is--

Who is really sacrificed? Who is really satisfied?

Zhu Meng is even more confused about this problem, and the current situation does not allow him to think about these things anymore.

He heard Sima Chaoqun saying to the Gongsun brothers:

"Actually, I knew that the two would come." Sima was still smiling: "Years ago, the two wanted to drive me out of the dart board, but they were not sure about it. Naturally, I will not do it, so I will wait until today."

He sighed suddenly: "But I really can't think of how the two came so fast."

"You should want it."

Gongsun Baojian said: "I have been waiting for an opportunity like today."

"How did you know that the opportunity has come?"

"Of course I know."

"When did you know?" Sima Chaoqun said, "I know that there are many horses in your stables, but even if you can travel thousands of miles a day, you will have to be poor for four or five days at the earliest to get here."

He asked Gongsun Baojian, "Are you sure five days ago that yesterday's thing would happen? Did you know that I would fight against Zhuo Dong and draw my sword five days ago?"

"Have you ever thought that maybe I also have undercover people in the dart board?"

"I thought about it, but it didn't work either."

"Why is it useless?"

"Because five days ago, I didn't even think that there would be today, how would others know?"

"Where is Zhuo Dong?"

"He couldn't think of it." Sima's voice was already sentimental: "Until I drew the knife, he didn't believe that I would really do it."

"Oh?"

"Even if he thought of it then, he won't tell you."

"Oh?"

"I have had friendship with him for decades. Although it has been destroyed in an instant, no one in the world knows him better than me." Sima said, "Even if he wants to betray me, he won't sell it to you. "

"Why?"

"Because you are not worthy," Sima Chaoqun said lightly: "In Zhuo Dong's eyes, your two brothers together are not worth a penny."

He sighed again: "So, I really can't figure out how you can get there today, unless you really have the ability to be an unknown prophet."

Gongsun Qier suddenly sighed, "Although I don't have the ability to predict the prophet, I can see that I have already thought of it."

Gongsun Baojian immediately asked his brother, "Did you think of it? What did you think of?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that you should really be like me, walking around the rivers and lakes more often"

"Why?"

"Because if you are as old and cunning as me, you will understand what he means."

"What does he mean?"

"What he meant was that we should chat with him more, talk and talk." Gongsun Qier said: "Because he has been discouraged, discouraged, exhausted, just use us to speak with him It’s time to recover and regain our vitality. When we take action, we might be able to parry a bit or two."

He shook his head and sighed: "Until the Yellow River, the heart will not die, the coffin village will not shed tears, and our little Sima will never give up until the head is really cut off."

Sima Chaoqun laughed suddenly, and Zhu Meng also laughed, and the two of them laughed at the same time.

"You are right, you are absolutely right."

Zhu Meng laughed and waved to the beggar: "In the future, you come here as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

"You want me to go there?"

"Because Mrs. Zhu has already taken a fancy to you, a very cunning little Wang Ba Lao, and I really want to give you the head of Lao Tzu, just to see if you have the ability to take it away."

Sima Chaoqun laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay. I will give you this little Wang Ba Laozi, and the Wang Ba Lao who is a bit bigger than him belongs to me."

"Okay! Just do it." Zhu Meng laughed proudly: "If the two of us can't deal with these two bastards, then we might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill him."

The two people stood side by side, laughing loudly, what is meant by "life" and what is meant by "death", they all rolled aside with their laughter.

Brother Gongsun’s face did not change.

Some people's faces will never change, and there will never be any new expressions on their faces.

Their brother is this kind of person, but Gongsun Qi'er sighed again and asked his brother: "Did you hear what the man said?"

"I heard."

"Who is that man?"

"It looks like Zhu Meng from the Lion Hall."

"No, it won't be Zhu Meng, right." Gongsun Qier said: "Zhu Meng from the Lion Hall is a hero with a clear grudge, and has always been a deadly enemy with the little Sima of the Great Escort. Now Why did the two of them suddenly become wearing a pair of pants?"

Zhu Meng suddenly squeezed Sima Chaoqun's arm and asked in a deep voice, "Have you heard what the beggar said?"

"I can hear you clearly."

"Although the work that the beggar said is always a bit beggar-like, it also reveals the situation of you and me today." Zhu Meng said: "You and I are dead enemies in the first life. Who can think of becoming today? Friends who live and die together."

"Are we friends already?"

"Yes." Zhu Meng said loudly: "From today, you and I might as well write off the grudges of the past."

Sima laughed.

"Okay, great."

"You and I will be friends for one day, and friends for life." Zhu Meng sternly said: "As long as Zhu Meng is not dead, if I break this agreement, man and **** will die together."

Sima Chaoqun only felt a surge of blood in his chest: "Don't worry, we can't die."

This enthusiasm is like a flame, igniting their pride, and even the last point of their lives has been burned.

Because they already know that they are not lonely in this world.

Because they have at least one friend, a friend who lives and dies together.

So far in life, what regrets do you die?

The two shook each other's hands forcefully, only to feel that this blood had a magical power, rushing out of their chests, and even their faces glowed with brilliant radiance.

Brother Gongsun's face changed.

Zhu Meng and Sima turned around at the same time, back to back.

"Come on, you guys." Sima Chaoqun said sharply: "No matter how many people you have, come together."

The setting sun has disappeared in Xishan, and the heroes have come to an end. Brother Gongsun had already regarded them as fish in the cauldron and meat on the anvil.

But now the two brothers have taken two steps back together.

Now they know that even though the hero is at the end, he is still a hero, and he still cannot be insulted.

At this time, the sky was getting darker, as if it had reached the darkest time before dawn.

In the boundless darkness, suddenly there was a bleak and cold voice, a sad and soft voice of a girl, accompanied by Xiao Shengman's voice, sang an unforgettable tragic song.

Where did the singing come from?

In such a cold and dark night, in such a desolate mountain, how can anyone sing this heartbreaking tragic song?

The hero does not die

February 27th.

Outside the city of Chang'an, there are wild and poor mountains.

It's still a while before dawn, and there is still darkness between the sky and the earth.

Besides the light and shadow irradiated by dozens of Kongming lanterns, there are two figures appearing like ghosts with the singing, one holding a pipa and the other blowing a hole.

The shadows are dim, and the singing voice is mournful. In the reflection of the light, it can still be distinguished that they are the blind white-headed musicians who sang on the first floor of the Chang'an Ju that night. The one who accompanied him is still the one that people will see when they see Blind little girl with broken heart.

How could they suddenly appear here? Did someone specifically ask them to come here to sing this tragic song?

"Bao Yu hastily combed it,

Qianhua has a light makeup,

The green smoke and purple mist cover is light,

Flying silk hairspring is indeterminate. "

The spring silkworm is dead, and the silk is still not exhausted. The wax torch is dead, and tears are still coming to dry.

The blood and pride on Zhu Meng's face suddenly turned into an indefinite balance spring.

Because he saw another person.

Suddenly another person appeared in the darkness, like the ghost of a butterfly in a dream, masked with light veil, wearing a light veil dance gown like a cicada.

The dancing clothes floated up.

"It’s better not to see each other than to see each other,

Affection is just as ruthless;

The wine wakes up after Shengge is gone.

The courtyard is quiet by the moon. "

Dancing clothes flutter like butterflies, and dancers are like butterflies.

Zhu Meng did not shed tears, Zhu Meng has no tears. Even the blood seems to have drained.

He knew that she was not Die Wu, but her dance brought him into a butterfly dream. It seems true but not true, and it seems illusory but not illusion.

Is it really magical?

What about true? How about illusion? With such a short life and such precious feelings, why take it too seriously?

Just let him go! Let him do everything! Go with the butterfly, it's best to go.

He knows that now anyone can assassinate him while drawing his sword, but he doesn't care anymore.

He is ready to give up everything.

Sima Chaoqun didn't let him give up. The singer was still singing and the dancers were still dancing. Suddenly Sima Chaoqun rushed towards him like a cat, trying to kill the butterfly under his claws.

Instead of evading, the dancer greeted him and greeted him with an extremely light dance posture. He flashed his blow first, and suddenly uttered two words in his ear.

No one could hear what she was talking about, but everyone saw the changes in Sima Chaoqun.

"Same as the same."

These are the two words she said, two words that have no meaning at all.

"Same as the same."

No matter who hears these two words, there will be no reaction, but for Sima Chaoqun. These two words are like a bolt of lightning that suddenly struck from mid-air.

At this moment, all his movements suddenly stopped, his limbs suddenly stiffened, his eyes were suddenly filled with surprise and fear, and he stepped back involuntarily.

"Same as the same."

These two words are like some kind of mysterious spell, which has captured the soul of Sima Chaoqun in an instant.

Why is it like this?

A dancer who doesn't know who she is or where she comes from, two words that anyone thinks are meaningless, why can Sima Chaoqun be like this?

No one can explain this, but there is another thing that everyone can see.

——Sima Chaoqun and Zhu Meng are both finished, and their heads are about to be held in hands in an instant.

The blind white-headed musician, although he can't see anything, but there is already a bleak and solemn meaning in his Xiao voice.

The world was suddenly full of murderous intent, and even the lights became pale and tragic, shining on the pale faces of Sima and Zhu Meng, and also illuminating Gongsun Baojian's sword holding hands.

The sword is about to go out of its sheath, and the head is about to fall to the ground.

The tragic light flashed suddenly, and the flashing light seemed to flash another light that was more tragic than the light.

The light flashed and disappeared, and a sword passed through the chest.

The sword in the palm of Gongsun Baojian is still unsheathed, and it has been nailed to the ground by a sword.

This sword didn't fly from the sky suddenly, it was stabbed by a person flying around.

It's just that this man and the sword came too fast, and the man and the sword seemed to have become one.

This sword was stabbed by this man flying around? Or did this person fly over with this sword?

No one can tell, and no one can see clearly.

But everyone has seen this person clearly.

At a glance, this person seems to be the Sima Chaoqun in his youth. He is strong, slender, graceful, and mighty. He wears clothes that are very well tailored, high-quality materials, and very bright colors. There is confidence in the bright eyes.

At a glance, almost no one could recognize him as Gao Jianfei, the unnamed swordsman who had fallen into the rivers and lakes of the past.

The music has been cut off, the dancing has stopped, and the dancer crouched on the ground, as if he would never look up to see this kind of murder and bloodshed.

Xiao Gao drew his sword. There was no trace of blood on the autumn-like long sword, only a trace of tears.

Gongsun Qiji looked at this man and this sword in surprise. Although the long stick in his palm had already pierced with a spear, he didn't have the courage to stab it out.

Zhu Meng and Sima Chaoqun were standing there foolishly, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Gongsun Qier suddenly yelled: "What about people? Are you all dead, why don't you come over?"

Outside the light and shadow, a person said in a very gentle voice: "This time you are right, your people are indeed dead, and all the lanterns have been replaced by my people."

A man dressed in Chinese clothes, embracing Diaoqiu, and carrying his hands on his back, Shi Shiran walked over from the darkness: his walking posture was peaceful and elegant, and no one could see that he would be a lame handicapped.

Gongsun Qier's face changed: "Zhuo Dong, it's you."

"It's me, of course it's me."

Zhuo Donglai said leisurely: "Only I will use you to deal with other people's methods to deal with you, how Zhu Meng's subordinates died, how your subordinates died; how you want to kill, I will kill you ."

He smiled: "You should also know that I always do things fairly."

Gongsun Qier's body suddenly slid forward, and the long stick pierced Zhuo Donglai's eyebrows in a Danfeng style.

When the long stick stabs forward, the stick has left his hand, and his person has turned backwards, and a harrier rolls over in the air, he is out of the light and shadow, and he will be submerged in the dark and invisible.

This kind of reaction and strong adaptability are the essence of his martial arts and wisdom accumulated in his life.

It's a pity that he is still a little slower.

When he leaped over, he saw a dazzling sword light flying up like a rainbow, and suddenly it reached him, Senhan's sword light pierced him so that he could not even open his eyes.

When he was able to open his eyes, he could no longer see the sword light, only a section of the sword hilt, which grew on his chest as if it suddenly grew out of his body.

Until his body fell to the ground like a stone, he was still looking at the hilt, his eyes were full of surprise and fear, as if he still didn't understand why such a sword suddenly appeared on his chest. Handle it.

But he already knew where the blade of this sword was.

The sword's edge has been completely submerged in his chest.

A sword is let go, and a sword is deadly.

"What a fast sword, so fast!" Zhuo Donglai bowed to Xiao Gao in respect: "The power of this sword alone is enough to command the big dart board."

"Lead the Darling Board?"

Zhu Meng seemed to be awakened from a dream, and slowly turned around, looking at Xiao Gao with big eyes that seemed to have split.

"Now you have commanded the dart board?"

Xiao Gao was silent.

"Okay, it's a good one to fly." Zhu Meng laughed: "Now you really have gradually started to fly."

His laughter is like cracking silk.

"If you came to take this head on my neck, just take it." Zhu Meng hissed and laughed: "I wanted to give it to someone a long time ago. It is better to give it to you than to give it to someone else. ."

Xiao Gao didn't smile or react. In just a few days, he had trained himself to be a rock-like person, without even the slightest expression on his face.

Zhu Meng shouted: "Why are you still not here, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Xiao Gao said lightly: "I am willing to wait, and you should be able to wait."

He suddenly turned to face Sima Chaoqun, "Of course you should know what I am waiting for."

After a long time, Sima slowly raised his head, as if he had seen this person for the first time. It seems that all the people and things in the past have been completely forgotten.

It took a long time before he asked Xiao Gao in a strange voice.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting to calculate an old account between you and me."

"Okay, very good." Sima Qiqun's voice seemed to be filled with unspeakable sadness: "Now it is indeed the time to settle accounts. What people owe me and what I owe people should now be It's settled."

"In your current situation, I shouldn't have forced you to take action." Gao Jianfei said coldly: "But when you beat me last time, my situation was not much better than you are now."

Sima Chaoqun actually smiled.

"I didn't blame you at all, so why do you say so much?"

"Wait a minute."

Zhu Meng suddenly shouted again, "Have you forgotten your appointment with me now?"

Sima Chaoqun sank his face.

"You had better go farther. This is a matter between me and Gao Jianfei. Whoever wants to intervene, I will only die."

Zuo Donglai sighed softly.

"Although the hero has reached the end, he is still a hero after all." He said, "Hall Master Zhu, you are also a hero of the first life. You should also know his thoughts. Why should he be let down by his reputation?"

He didn't even look at Zhu Meng again, walked over and drew the sword on Gongsun Qier's chest.

There is still no blood on the sword, only a trace of tears.

Zuo Donglai pinched the tip of the sword with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and sent the hilt in front of Gao Jianfei.

"This is your sword."

Xiao Gao didn't reach out to take the sword.

"I know this is my sword, but I also know he doesn't have a sword."

"He didn't have one, you did."

Xiao Gao smiled.

"Yes, he didn't have it, I did, it seems like this is the case now."

Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "There are many things in this world that are like this."

"I understand." Xiao Gao said: "I understand what you mean."

He finally reached out his hand.

His hand finally held his sword hilt.

At this moment, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, he stabbed the sword out.

The point of the sword will never be more than a foot away from Zhuo Donglai's chest. The point of the sword is aimed at his own heart. He actually only pinched it with two fingers, and actually handed the hilt of the sword to someone else.

No one can make this kind of mistake, and everyone who made this kind of mistake must have died under the sword of others.

Zhuo Donglai is no exception.

In this situation, he has no room for defense at all.

Gao Jianfei has been waiting for such an opportunity.

His eyes have been fixed on Zhuo Donglai's face. Because everything he did was to wait for this moment.

The moment the sword pierced Zhuo Donglai's heart.

——At this moment, what kind of expression will he have on his face?

There is no expression on Zhuo Donglai's face.

Because everything was in his expectation, when the sword stabbed, his body had already retreated with his head.

The sword will not stop, and then stab forward.

He stepped back again.

This sword has exhausted all its strength, and there is no end to it.

He backs out again.

The tip of the sword was still pinched by his two fingers, still keeping the same distance from his chest.

Xiao Gao stopped.

His clothes were soaked when he stopped.

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, and said to him in a gentle and indifferent voice: "This time it is really hard for you." Zhuo Dong said: "In order to wait for such an opportunity, you did spend a lot of money. With a lot of effort, you have done a good job, and I should have let you kill me."

In his voice, Nakai didn't mean anything to ridicule, because what he said was just a fact.

"But I want you to know that it is not easy to kill a person like me. I can't make you easy." Zhuo Dong said, "Besides, even if you kill me, it's useless. "

Gao Jianfei has been listening.

He can only listen.

At this moment, everyone can only hear Zhuo Donglai say, what can others say besides him?

He suddenly said a word that surprised everyone.

"If you kill me, you are also dead." Zhuo Donglai said to Xiao Gao: "If your sword really pierced my chest, at that moment, you will definitely die, and it is likely to be better than I die fast."

Zhuo Donglai has always been a person who seldom lies, but what he said this time is really hard to believe.

Xiao Gao couldn't help asking: "Did you say that if my sword assassinates you, I will die faster than you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I know that there are at least five hidden weapons in the world that can indeed see blood in the throat, and can kill people in an instant." Zhuo Dong said: "There are at least three people in the rivers and lakes who use this type of hidden weapons."

"Oh?"

"The most important point is that I also know that one of these three people has already arrived here and has used one of the five hidden weapons to aim at your back."

Zhuo Dong said: "If your sword pierced my chest, I would be extremely happy and proud at that time. No matter who is at that time, it will inevitably be negligent, and you will be no exception."

This is undoubtedly true.

"Just when you are happiest and most proud, you will suddenly feel as if you have been bitten by a bug on your back," Zhuo Dong said, "you will suddenly fall down, and your heartbeat will stop when you fall down. , I was probably not dead at that time."

Xiao Gao is already sweating cold on his back.

Zhuo Donglai said leisurely: "But now you can rest assured, because now I am not dead, he may not dare to take action for the time being, because this person, like us, has always been reluctant to do unsure things."

"Who is this person?"

"If you want to know who this person is, you have to figure out three things first." Zhuo Donglai said to Xiao Gao.

"What are the three things?"

"First, how could the Gongsun brothers know that such a major change is going to happen in the dart board five days ago, and come here in time?" Zhuo Dong said, "Second, this one is masked with a light veil. Where did the dancers come from? Sima Chaoqun wanted to kill Zhu Meng, so why did he retreat after hearing her say two words? And it seems to be a different person?"

Xiao Gao couldn't figure it out, neither of two things.

Zhuo Donglai wakes him up again: "In fact, these two things can be counted as one thing! It's like a room with two doors, but it can be opened with a single key."

Xiao Gao smiled bitterly, "Unfortunately I don't have this key, and I don't know where to find it."

"The key is usually on the living person. When a person is dead, there is no need to bring the key." Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "But if you are looking for this key, you might as well look for the dead person."

"Who is this dead man?"

"Brother Gongsun can't tell the prophet, they can come in time, of course someone wants them to come." Zhuo Donglai asked, "But who can count me and Sima for thirty years before five days ago? Will friendship be destroyed in an instant?"

He answered the question himself: "There is only one person." Zhuo Dong said: "I turned against Sima for this person."

"Is this person a dead person?"

"Yes, it should have been a dead person." Zhuo Dong said: "She knew that Sima would not let me go after she died, because she had already placed a poison between us when she was alive. Knife."

Suddenly there was light in Xiao Gao's eyes, and he suddenly asked Zhuo Donglai:

"Can a woman pretend to be another woman as herself, can she hide it from her own husband?"

"If she is alive, of course I can't hide it." Zhuo Dong said: "But if she has been dead for a few days, the situation will be different."

He said: "A few days after a person has died, her muscles have been twisted and stiff, and her appearance would have changed. If she had been hanged, of course, she would have changed more and more terrible. No matter who she was, she would hide it. Past."

Xiao Gao sighed: "If a person suddenly finds that his wife and children have died tragically when he returns home, he probably won't see anything too clearly."

Zhuo Donglai asked another word by word: "If he suddenly finds out that his wife is not dead, what will happen to him?"

"At this time, he will probably suddenly become like someone else."

Xiao Gao sighed again and again: "What the **** is this for? How can a woman be so cruel, how can she do such a thing?"

"There are people in this world who can do everything, whether they are male or female," Zhuo Dong said, "you can't figure it out, just because you are not such a person."

"How about you?" Xiao Gao asked Zhuo Donglai, "Are you this kind of person?"

"I am."

Sima Chaoqun's pale face was completely bloodless, and even Zhu Meng saw it and felt terribly uncomfortable for him.

The **** dancer was still lying on the ground, as if he hadn't heard what Zhuo Donglai was talking about.

Zhuo Donglai looked at her coldly: "Actually, I don't blame you, because we are the same kind of people." Zhuo Dong said: "Of course you have already noticed that there are three people in the Darts who have been wrong with me. Only the three of them can deal with me, so you have been secretly communicating with them, so now you can find them in time."

The dancer is speechless.

"You did this just to protect yourself." Zhuo Dong said: "I would never be a victim of you because of this, but it's a pity that you took a wrong step."

His voice suddenly changed again, and he said word by word in his unique tone: "No matter why you are, you shouldn't treat Sima Chaoqun like this."

From the outside, Zhuo Donglai is not a fierce and vicious person, but whenever he speaks in this tone, no matter who hears it, he will feel the creeps and chills.

Of course, Sima Chaoqun knows him best.

Every time he heard him speak to someone in this tone, that person had already been sentenced to death.

"You can't move her."

Sima suddenly jumped and used his body to block the mysterious dancer, and sternly said: "No matter what she does, I don't blame her. Over the years, I have been sorry for her, even if I die. In her hands, I won't allow you to touch her without any hair."

Zuo Donglai's face suddenly changed, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly shouted, "Be careful."

His warning was still a step too late.

The dancer on the ground has leaped up and screamed: "If you want to die, go to die."

Amid the cries, a three-point cold star burst out, hitting Sima's back.

Zhuo Donglai hooked Sima with his left foot, cut Xiaogao's soft side with his right palm, and Xiaogao withdrew the hilt. Zhuo Donglai used his left hand to hold the tip of the sword around the long sword, and the hilt was in his right hand.

These actions are almost all done in the same instant, incredibly fast.

Unfortunately, he was a step late.

Although Sima's body was hooked down, although two of the three hidden weapons were skewed, one of them still penetrated into his arm under his left shoulder.

Zuo Donglai didn't even think about it. He waved his sword and cut it out. With a flash of sword light, he had already cut Sima's arm and shoulder.

The viper ate his hand, and the strong man broke his wrist.

Xiao Gao also knows that there must be very poisonous hidden weapons. This is the only way to stop the poison from spreading and save Sima's life.

But he still wants to ask himself, if he is Zhuo Donglai, can he make this kind of decision at this moment, can he make it?

The sword wind swept the dancer's masked veil, revealing her face.

Wu Wan.

This mysterious dancer is really Wu Wan.

The broken arm fell, blood splashed, but Sima Chaoqun's body still stood there like a javelin, standing tall.

The sword light flashed again, taking Wu's wrist directly.

Sima actually used an unbroken hand to grab Zhuo Dong's sword edge with his bare hands.

"You can't move her." Sima's voice was miserable and hoarse: "I said, no matter whether I live or die, you can't move her."

His arm is broken, but his breath is not broken.

Zuo Donglai's sword seemed to be forced by his breath, and he could no longer make a move.

"Wu Wan. I still don't blame you," Sima said, "Let's go."

Wu Wan looked at him, and looked at her husband with a look that no one could describe.

"Yes, I am leaving," she said softly, "I should have left."

But she did not leave.

She suddenly rushed over, hugged him, pressed her face to his severed arm, and blocked the blood from his wound with her face.

The blood was flowing on her face, and the tears were also streaming down.

"But I have already taken a wrong step in my life, and can no longer be wrong," Wu Wan said: "I will never go wrong again this time."

She has chosen her path.

The only way.

The sword in Zhuo Donglai's hand is still there.

Wu Wan suddenly hugged her husband and slammed into the point of the sword. The blade immediately pierced her back, passed through her heart, and then pierced Sima's heart.

This sword was originally an extremely sharp sword.

The sword penetrated two hearts.

"Same," Wu Wan groaned and whispered: "Same, we finally died at the same time in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and finally died together."

This is the last thing she said in her life.

"The sword is merciless, and the hero has no tears."

Sima Chaoqun still stood there like a javelin, still not crying.

He didn't fall down until he died, and he didn't shed tears until he died.

The hero's tears have turned into blue blood.

There is still no blood on the sword, only a trace of tears, but now even this mysterious trace of tears seems to have been dyed red by the hero's blue blood.

The sword is still in Zhuo Donglai's hands, and Zhuo Donglai is staring at the tears on the sword.

He didn't go to see Sima or Wu Wan.

There will be no tears in his eyes.

But he has been looking at this tear trace all the time, as if suddenly discovered that there is a mysterious and evil power in this tear trace, and all misfortunes are caused by it.

I don’t know how long it took, he suddenly said: "The three people who came today are not brother Gongsun, but the third one."

Zuo Donglai's voice is cold.

"This man shouldn't die because he is too smart and too powerful, and few of his hidden weapons and disguise skills can match him. If he disappeared just now, I might pretend I don’t know, because I will definitely use him in the future."

"He hasn't left yet?"

"He didn't leave," Han Dong said, "because he himself knows that he has done something wrong, I will not let him go anymore."

Suddenly he turned around and faced the white-headed and blind old musician, and said word by word: "Mr. Ji, do you really think I can't recognize you?"

The white-headed musician has been standing in the haze between the light and the darkness, the light is hazy, and the people hazy.

The little girl with braids also stood beside him holding the pipa all the time. Her pale face was neither sad nor fearful, and she didn’t know if it was because she couldn’t see anything at all, or Because she is completely numb.

The white-headed musician holds Dong Xiao in one hand and holds her shoulder with the other, and there is no expression on his face.

"Mr. Ji," Zhuo Donglai said to him again: "Samsung kills his life, two steps to change shape, one strategy is extinct, Mr. Ji, your disguise skills are indeed brilliant, and your methods are higher,"

The white-headed musician actually opened his mouth and said: "Thanks for the praise, thank you very much."

"Mr. Ji, you want Wu Wan to perform the dance of the butterfly dance, and in an instant, the fighting spirit of the Zhu and Sima Chaoqun of the Lion Hall will be destroyed." Zhuo Dong said: "This is what you do. Really high."

"Thanks a lot."

"The white-headed musician accompanies his charming little granddaughter to sing on the street, and no one will look at this blind white-haired old man carefully. So you just pretend to be him and bring his granddaughter here. Come, use the song of the blind to conceal Wu Wan's dance, and use her dance to attract the attention of others."

Zhuo Dong said: "Although no one can tell the appearance of that white-headed musician, his Xiao Sheng is far from your Xiao Sheng, this is what everyone can tell." Zhuo Dong said: "It's just that. In that quiet situation at the time, no one would pay attention to this."

"You are right," Mr. Ji admitted unexpectedly: "My thoughts are indeed like this."

"Mr. Ji, you are really a talent, a great talent, I have always admired it."

Zuo Donglai's gentle and polite voice suddenly changed again, and he said in his unique tone. "But you really shouldn't give Wu Wan your stubborn needle, you really did it wrong."

Mr. Ji sighed and sighed in a voice full of sadness and regret: "I admit that I was wrong. Although I never thought Wu Wan would use it to deal with Sima, Sima has died because of it. I should have thought that Mr. Zhuo would count this account on me."

"Maybe you only thought of killing others, but forgot that it was also a weapon for your own defense and life protection."

Mr. Ji also admitted.

"No matter what, I shouldn't give that barrel to someone else." He sighed again. Tell Zhuo Donglai in a whispering voice: "Fortunately, I still have a few tubes myself."

His voice is very low, as if telling a close friend of his secrets.

To hear Zhuo Donglai, he must pay attention to it.

Just as he listened, Mr. Ji’s needle had already been punched out, from the sleeves of his hands and the tube hole in his hand. These three-tube needles were enough to retreat Zhuo Donglai. All sealed.

One tube of three needles is enough to chase the soul, let alone three tubes?

What's more, its syringes and machines are specially designed, and the speed is much faster than most hidden weapons in the world.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Dong came faster. He didn't dodge at all, but the sword in his hand drew a dazzling arc. Sword Qi vibrated and whirled, just like a powerful vortex suddenly surging out of muddy water.

Nine o'clock cold star was already involved in this vortex by this force in an instant, and when the sword light disappeared, the three-barrel needle was gone.

Mr. Ji's heart sank.

Gao Jianfei is a swordsman, and can't help but praise it.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Zuo Donglai smiled and said: "Your sword is also a good sword, it's great."

He suddenly turned to ask Mr. Ji again.

"It was also a good opportunity when I was talking just now, why didn't you take the opportunity to punch out your remaining tube of needles?"

Mr. Ji's hand clenched tightly, holding a handful of cold sweat.

"How do you know that I still have two barrels of needles, do you even know how many barrels of needles I have?"

"I probably know a little about you." Zhuo Dong said: "Probably a little more than you think."

Mr. Ji began to sigh again.

"Mr. Zhuo, you are indeed stronger than me and better than everyone. You should indeed succeed." He said sadly: "From now on, I will never betray you again."

"From now on?" Zhuo Donglai seemed to be surprised: "Do you really think you still have a ‘later’?"

Mr. Ji’s complexion has not changed, and a person’s complexion will not change after a disguise.

But the appearance of his whole body has changed, like a poisonous snake facing a crane suddenly, becoming tense and twisted.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked Zhuo Donglai: "Whatever you want me to do."

Zhuo Donglai nodded.

"I don't want to be like you, I just want you to do the simplest thing." He said, "This is something everyone can do."

Mr. Ji didn't notice that his pupils had contracted, so he was still asking him: "What do you want me to do?"

Zuo Dong came and said word by word: "I want you to die."

Death is indeed a simple matter sometimes.

Mr. Ji died soon, just when the Jian Guang in Zhuo Donglai's palm began to ask Guang Guang again, he died.

Only a flash of sword light pierced his throat.

Gao Jianfei couldn't help but praised: "Good swordsmanship, this sword is so fast."

Zuo Donglai smiled again: "Your sword is also a good sword, far better than I thought. I seem to be a little bit reluctant to return it to you."

Zhu Meng has not moved, and has been silent.

He was never such a person in the first place, Sima's death would have made him boil with enthusiasm and raise his arms.

He didn't move, because Sima's death suddenly reminded him of many things, and everything pierced his heart like a spear.

——Why does Wu Wan want to do this? Is it for revenge? Or is it to protect yourself?

A person has done something wrong, but blames others for the mistake. Instead of remorse, he is full of hatred. Instead, he wants to retaliate against others. This behavior is one of the most primitive weaknesses of mankind.

A person’s mentality is the same by hurting others to protect oneself by doing something wrong for oneself.

Selfish, it is difficult for even the sages and immortals to break this barrier, let alone mortals.

But Zhu Meng had a different idea.

He suddenly thought that Wu Wan might have done this because she loved Sima so much that she could not help but feel helpless.

Love has reached this level, love has become this way, and when love reaches its ultimate point, it is destruction.

So she destroyed herself, not only destroying herself, but also destroying what she loves.

Sima can understand this, so he doesn't blame her until death.

Where is Diwu?

When Zhuo Donglai ordered his subordinates to attack the Lion Hall at night, why did Die Wu escape? Would you rather be used by Zhuo Dong to escape?

She left for "love"? Or did you leave for "not love"?

If she loves Zhu Meng like Wu Wan loves Sima, but thinks Zhu Meng doesn't care about her at all, of course she will leave.

If she doesn't love Zhu Meng at all, of course she has to leave.

But if she really doesn't love, why should she care so much about Zhu Meng? Why die?

If you don't love, you will hate. If you love it, it will turn into hate. The difference between love and hate is just a tiny difference.

Is it love or hate? Who can tell the difference? Who can figure this out?

Zhu Meng laughed suddenly.

"Sima Chaoqun, you died well, you died well." His laughter was as sharp as an ape: "You should have died because you were a hopeless idiot."

When he finished laughing, Zhuo Donglai asked coldly, "Where are you?"

"I deserve to die more than him." Zhu Meng said: "I wanted to give my head to others, but it's a pity that others don't want me to die in your hands. I really don't want to die."

Xiao Gao suddenly said loudly: "You can't die."

He rushed over in one step, stood side by side with Zhu Meng, and firmly held Zhu Meng's arm: "Whoever wants to move him must kill me first."

Zhuo Dong came to look at Xiao Gao, as if he was looking at a child spoiled by him. Although he was a little angry, he was still full of pity.

"No matter what you do to me, I have never moved you. When you asked me to die, I didn't move you." Zhuo Dong said, "I believe you should understand what I mean."

Xiao Gao can't deny it!

"Of course I understand," he said, "you are going to make me the second Sima Chaoqun."

Zuo Donglai sighed sadly.

"He is the only friend in my life, no matter how he treats me, I have not changed to him."

"I believe."

"Do you believe it or not I can kill you anytime?"

"Your martial arts and swordsmanship is so high, I really can't compare it. Your scheming is even more unmatched in the world." Gao Jianfei said: "You just said that Mr. Ji is an amazing talent. In fact, It’s not him who is great, but you. No one can but admire."

He stared at Zhuo Donglai, and suddenly he said word by word in Zhuo Dongwei's unique tone: "But even if you kill me, it's useless. Even if I die, I can't let you move Zhu Meng." Xiao Gao said: "What's more, I still have a breath. As long as my breath is still there, you may not be able to defeat me."

A breath of air?

What kind of Qi is this breath: Is it righteous? Is it chivalrous? Is it courage? Is it loyal? Or is it a blood qi mixed with the blood of a man?

Zuo Donglai's pupils gradually began to shrink.

"I can't help but admit that you are indeed angry." He asked Xiao Gao: "But where is your sword?"

"In your hands."

"In my hands, it is mine." Zhuo Donglai asked again: "Do you still have a sword?"

"Nothing."

Zuo Donglai laughed: "You don't have one, I have one."

There is a sword in hand, and the sword is out of its sheath.

The sword is a sharp weapon that blows and breaks hair, and the hands are also a pair of terrible hands, even more terrifying than the sword.

After these two hands killed someone, not only was there no blood, there was not even a trace of it.

"If you must do it like this, you can do it like this." Zhuo Dong said, "Maybe this is your destiny. No one can change a person's destiny."

He, his hands, and his sword can indeed determine a person's life, death and destiny in an instant.

Zhu Meng suddenly raised his face and smiled again: "What is the joy of life and the fear of death? The meaning of these two sentences, Zhu Meng has not finally understood until today." His laughter gradually became lower: "High Gradually, I, Zhu Meng, can make a friend of you, and I finally died unjustly, but you are still young, and you can’t commit to working hard for me."

Speaking of this, he suddenly picked up the sword that Gongsun Baojian fell on the ground with his toes, copied it with one hand, and hooked his arms around the back of his neck. As long as his hands were strong, his head would fall to the ground. .

But his hand was already held by Xiao Gao, and he held the edge of the sword with his other hand. With a "ding", a sword had been cut off by him from the sword.

Zhu Meng looked at him and asked sharply: "Why don't you let me die?"

"Why are you dying?"

"Because I want you to live," Zhu Meng said, "I should have died a long time ago. After I die, you don't need to fight Zhuo Dong. I can also be considered dead in time. Without regrets, I have lived my life in vain."

"You were wrong." Gao Jianfei said: "Now whether you are alive or dead, it has nothing to do with our battle today. Whether you are dead or alive, this battle is already imperative."

"Why?"

"Because Zhuo Donglai will not let me go anymore," Gao Jianfei said, "If I don't die, he will die in my hands. If I can kill him at this moment, I will never spare him. At sunrise."

He squeezed Zhu Meng's hand tightly: "What you just said is wrong in Liangdian. Since a man is born in the world, if he wants to live, he must live happily and happily, die, and die worthwhile. "Gao Jianfei said: "Now if you die, you will only accompany me to give others a life for nothing, and your death is really worthless."

Zuo Donglai suddenly smiled: "He was right. When he dies, it will not be too late for you to die. Why do you rush to send this life out? Do you think I will thank you?"

Zhu Meng's hand relaxed, but Xiao Gao held his hand tighter.

"If I don't die today, I will not only help you revive the Lions Hall, but also rectify the escort." Xiao Gao said: "We will have a long life in Japan and we have a lot to do. As long as we are still alive, we must not speak lightly." "Dead" character."

Zhuo Donglai sighed again: "This sentence is right, why do people die when they are alive? Why do you take your own life so contemptuously?" He sighed and said, "It's a pity that it's time to die. , No one can avoid death, no one can be an exception."

He looked at Xiao Gao, his pupils constricted.

"Now you have reached the time when you must die." Zhuo Dong said: "Because you did another thing wrong."

"What's the matter?"

"You shouldn't break the sword." Zhuo Dong said: "If you have a sword in your hand, you can probably resist me with 30 moves, but now I can take your life in ten moves. ."

As soon as he finished saying this sentence, he heard a person say in a cold and high-pitched voice: "This time I am afraid you are the one who is wrong."

The dawn is coming, making the light gradually dim, and a true milky white morning mist has already risen in the barren mountains.

Suddenly a misty, unpredictable person appeared in the mist, carrying a box with a more mysterious mouth than him.

"Xiao tears blood, it's you."

"It's me." Xiao Lei said coldly and coldly: "You probably thought I had already come, because you must be sure of your gentleman." He said, "Actually, you should also know. , Gentlemen like this are usually not very reliable."

Zhuo Donglai sighed long: "Xiao Leixue, Mr. Xiao, why do you always show up when you shouldn't be there?"

"Probably because I was born this kind of person."

"I don't like this kind of person, I don't like it very much." Zhuo Donglai's voice has calmed down: "I have met this kind of person before."

"Are they all dead in your hands now?"

"Yes."

"Are you trying to provoke me to take action?"

"Yes."

When Zhuo Dong came to face the sudden figure, he didn't even have any fear at all.

"I said that if you have to die, no one can escape." His voice actually sounded as cold and arrogant as Xiao Leixue: "But I also believe that you are afraid It may not be certain to determine who is going to die today."

Zhu Meng looked at him in surprise, as if he had never seen this person before.

Because he never thought that Zhuo Donglai was the most such a person, so proud.

Because he doesn't know that if a person's heart is full of inferiority, he will often become the proudest person.

What's more, there are still "tear marks" in Zhuo Donglai's hands.

Some people believe in fate, and some don’t.

But most people admit that there is indeed a cruel and ruthless mysterious power in the world, and there are indeed some unexplainable things in this world that actually happen because of this power.

——The sword first appeared, and it has been jealous by the gods and ghosts. To use a relative of the swordsmith as the sacrifice of this sword, the blood of this person must be used to wash away the drips on the sword by the swordsmith The tears can dispel the violent spirit of this sword.

Master Xiao who made the sword is undoubtedly a person who believes in fate, so he shed that tear on the sword.

Where is Xiao Lei's blood?

Does he believe it or not?

The person in the fog is still as indifferent as fog, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

But he suddenly asked Xiao Gao: "Gao Jianfei, is your sword still there?"

"I'm gone, I don't have a sword anymore." Xiao Gao said: "I don't have one, he has one."

"This is your inspiration." Xiao Leixue said: "You lose your sword. It is your luck. If you break the sword, it is your inspiration."

"The inspiration? Why is it my inspiration?" Gao Jianfei said, "I don't understand,"

"Because I only want to pass my sword-breaking technique to people who don't have a sword." Xiao Leixue said, "If you still have a sword in your hand, if you haven't broken the sword, neither will I Will pass it to you."

"Tell me what? The technique of breaking the sword," Xiao Gao still didn't understand, "What is the technique of breaking the sword?"

"The world has no unbreakable swordsmanship, no unbreakable swords, and no undefeated swordsmen." Xiao Leixue said, "If you use the appropriate weapons and moves, as long as you meet the swordsman, You can break the law, break the sword and kill the person. This is called the technique of breaking the sword."

His voice seems to be full of mysterious power.

"Twenty years ago, I regarded all the famous swordsmen under heaven as snakes, scorpions, and beasts, but now, I have regarded them as dung." Xiao Leixue said, "Now they seem to me, they are all It's already vulnerable."

He suddenly asked Xiao Gao again: "Gao Jianfei, is your inspiration still there?"

"It seems to be there."

"Then you come here."

"Where is Zhuo Dong?"

"He can wait, I won't let him wait for long."

Zhuo Donglai watched Xiao Gao walk over. Not only did he not stop him, but he didn't even react at all, as if he was willing to wait for Xiao Gao to practice the sword-breaking technique.

Unfortunately, he must not be able to practice, Zhuo Donglai told himself: Even if Xiao Leixue really has the skill of breaking the sword, it will not be possible to practice in a short period of time.

But maybe there is a mysterious and inexplicable relationship between the two of them, which can make their hearts communicate.

Maybe Xiao Gao can really use that little intelligence to understand the mystery of the sword-breaking technique.

Although Zhuo Donglai has been comforting himself, he still feels a huge pressure in his heart.

Because he has always had an unexplainable fear of Xiao Leixue, he always feels that this person seems to have a natural ability to restrain him-a mysterious ability that has been blessed and cursed by the gods , A mysterious and evil ability.

Xiao Leixue has opened his box.

At this time, the sky is already bright, the sun has just risen, and a ray of sunlight has just been shining out of the clouds in the east.

At this moment, only four sounds of "Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge" were heard, and a magic weapon appeared in Xiao Leixue's hand.

The first ray of sunlight shining from the east, just at this moment, just shone on this weapon, making it suddenly ask a mysterious and evil brilliance.

No one has seen this weapon, and no one knows what its ingenuity is.

But everyone who sees it will feel its wonderful and evil power.

Zuo Donglai's eyes suddenly lighted up.

At this moment, he suddenly had some inspiration in his heart, and suddenly he had thought of a stable method that could definitely put Gao Jianfei to death in an instant.

Suddenly asking in his body was full of confidence and strength. A huge power he had never had before, even his flesh was shocked.

This feeling is as if some kind of **** suddenly came upon him with a curse of life, to use his hand to completely wipe out a person from this world.

This box originally seemed to be locked with a wicked evil spirit. As soon as the box is opened, one person's life will be taken away and locked in this box, and the catastrophe will be lost.

Zhuo Donglai has never believed in gods, ghosts and immortals, but he believes in this, just as he believes that there is indeed some kind of power in this world that humans cannot explain.

Because he has felt this power himself now.

Xiao Leixue has already handed the weapon in his hand to Xiao Gao.

"Now you might as well go and bring Mr. Zhuo's life back." He said, "This weapon has not appeared in the world yet, and I am afraid it will never appear again."

Xiao Lei’s **** voice is also like an evil curse from Netherworld: “Because God asked me to create this weapon to use it against Mr. Zhuo. When it appeared, it was Mr. Zhuo’s death. No matter who it is in, it’s the same, and it can kill him."

The dense clouds have blocked the sun again, and even the lights have gone out. The sky is gloomy and the murderous intent has moved. This kind of ghost is irreparable.

Gao Jianfei has swept over like a bird.

Zhuo Donglai stared at the weapon in his hand like an awl, and suddenly threw the "tears" in his hand towards Xiao Gao.

"This is your sword, I will give it back to you."

No one can think of him, and Xiao Gao couldn't think of it.

This sword has been following him for many years, always by his side, and has become a very important part of his life. It can even be said that it has become a part of his body, and has become **** with his flesh and blood. Into one.

So he didn't even think about it, so he took the sword-he took the sword with his hand holding the sword, and the shrimp has completely forgotten that he had already held it in this hand. A weapon with a broken sword.

At this moment, he seems to have no thoughts at all, completely unable to control himself.

Because a rational person would only do such a stupid thing under such circumstances.

Zhuo Dong came and laughed.

Now Xiao Gao has a sword again, but the weapon of the broken sword has been seized by him.

He is a very intelligent person, his eyes are better than others, and Xiao Leixue said a little bit more, so he has enough time to see this weapon, which is very strange in form and structure. And I have already seen that this weapon does have many places to restrain the opponent's sword, and even have seen the method of using it.

It doesn't matter who his opponent is.

Only a person like Xiao Leixue can create such a weapon, and only a person like Zhuo Donglai can do such a thing.

These two seemingly completely different people have identical opinions in some respects, and even their thoughts seem to be able to communicate with each other.

Zhu Meng's face changed drastically.

He thought he would do such a stupid thing when he got down to Xiaogao, but the changes in the future made him even more unexpected.

Suddenly Gao Jianfei flew up like a bird, shaking up a bunch of sword flowers, and stabbing towards Zhuo Donglai.

He shouldn't have made the move first, but he must take the lead before Zhuo Donglai hasn't figured out the structure and effectiveness of this weapon.

He undoubtedly underestimated Zhuo Donglai's wisdom and perseverance.

Countless sword shadows flickered in the dazzling sword light, but there was only one sword.

Of these countless swordsman shadows, of course only one trick is real.

At a glance, Zhuo Dong could see which one was a real one. He knew much better than most people in the world about this kind of attack technique that uses a false one to cover up a real one.

He also saw that this weapon has at least four or five parts of the structure, all of which can block the opponent's sword, and even take advantage of the strength to take the opponent's sword off, and then attack again when it is a fatal blow. Up.

But he didn't want to do it this way.

He is not yet proficient in the use of this weapon. Why not borrow Xiao Gao's sword to practice it first?

He has absolute certainty that he can kill Xiao Gao at any time.

So he is not in a hurry at all.

Xiao Gao's sword stabbed, and he also greeted the weapon in his palm, tentatively using a hook on it to lock Xiao Gao's sword.

With a sound of "ding", the sword and the hook struck, and this weapon suddenly exerted a magical effect that no one had expected. Suddenly, a part of the structure popped out, and it cooperated with the hook like a pliers. Clamped Xiao Gao's sword all at once.

Zhuo Donglai was surprised and delighted, he could not have imagined that this weapon was so powerful.

What made him even more unexpected was that Xiao Gao's sword came out of this weapon again.

This is absolutely impossible.

How can the opponent's sword pass through the middle of such a complex and ingenious weapon?

Could it be that the structure of this weapon deliberately created a gap just enough for a sword to pass through? Xiao Gao deliberately locked his sword, just to take advantage of this fatal move?

Zhuo Donglai can't think about it anymore.

In this flash of lightning, Xiao Gao's sword pierced his heart, only one inch and seven minutes, because this sword is only so long.

But this length is enough. One inch and seven minutes has just reached a fatal depth, just piercing Zhuo Donglai's heart.

——This weapon was originally created to deal with Zhuo Donglai.

——Because only Zhuo Donglai can see the structure of this weapon at that moment, only Zhuo Donglai can use the sword in his palm to change this weapon, other people not only can't do it, they can't even think of it.

——Unfortunately, what Zhuo Donglai could think of, Xiao Leixue also thought about it for him first, and he had already calculated that he would do it.

——This weapon was originally a weapon specially arranged by Xiao Leixue, waiting for Zhuo Dong to step in by himself.

Now Zhuo Donglai finally understands.

"Xiao Leixue, Mr. Xiao, I really didn't read it wrong, you really are my evil spirit, I even pushed me to die by your hands sooner or later." He said miserably: "Otherwise, why would I be fooled by you? "

Xiao Lei looked at him coldly: "Do you remember what I said, no matter who the weapon is in, it can kill you, even in your own hands!" The voice is more indifferent. "You should know that what I said is always real life."

Zhuo Donglai smiled miserably.

His smile shook his heart, and also shook Jian Feng. He suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, because Jian Feng pierced a bit deeper, and his life was only a thin line from death.

Xiao Gao gently drew the sword out, and the weapon gently slipped from the sword.

Suddenly the clouds opened again, and the sunlight came out through the clouds again, just shining on this sword.

When Zhuo Dong came to look at this sword, a terrifying expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"Where are the tears?" He hissed, "Why are the tears on the sword gone? Could it be that I..."

He didn't mention this problem that made him dead and unable to look at him.

——Is he also a relative of Master Xiao, is his father who has never met is Master Xiao? So when he died under the sword, the tears disappeared at the same time?

——Or is the theory of ghosts and gods unbelievable after all, this tear on the sword suddenly disappeared, just because it was just when it should disappear?

No one can answer this question. Maybe the old man in the pavilion could have answered it, but it's a pity that the old man has died in Zhuo Donglai's hands.

Xiao Leixue was going to ask this old man, maybe this is the matter. If the old man told him the answer, he might not put Zhuo Donglai to death.

Unfortunately, it's too late now.

Zhuo Donglai's heart has been broken, and he didn't understand what was going on until he died.

Isn't this ending also caused by him?

From the sunlight, the color of the sword is as clear as autumn water, and the tear marks on the sword have disappeared as expected.

Gao Jianfei looked at this sword madly, thinking about these things in his heart.

He didn't understand either.

I don't know how long it took before he thought of asking Xiao Leibei.

Xiao Lei's blood is not there, and Zhuo Donglai's corpse and the weapon are also gone.

Zhu Meng told Xiaogao: "Mr. Xiao has already left, and he brought Zhuo Dong to go with him." His heart was undoubtedly full of shock and doubt. "What the **** is going on?"

Xiao Gaoyao looked into the distance, and there was a clear sky in the distance.

"No matter what is going on, it doesn't matter now." Xiao Gao said leisurely: "From now on, we probably won't see Mr. Xiao again."

The lights have gone out, and the person carrying the lantern has disappeared. Only the blind little girl is standing there holding the pipa.

Although the sun has shone on the earth, there is still darkness before her eyes.

Gao Jianfei suddenly felt an indescribable sentimental feeling in his heart, so he couldn't help but walked over and asked the little girl:

"Where is your grandpa? Is your grandpa still around?"

"I don't know!"

Her pale face was completely blank, there was nothing, not even sadness.

But whoever sees her will be stinged in her heart.

"Where is your home?" Xiao Gao couldn't help asking: "Do you have a home? Are there any other relatives at home?"

The little girl didn't say anything, but hugged her pipa tightly, as if a drowning man hugged a driftwood.

——Could it be that the only thing in her life that really belongs to her is this pipa?

"Where are you going now?" Xiao Gao asked: "What are you going to do in the future?"

After asking this sentence, he was already regretting it.

He really shouldn't ask this sentence, how could a little girl who has no relatives, no reason and no support, think of the future?

How can she think about it? How dare to think about it? How do you ask her to ask questions?

Unexpectedly, this little girl who can only live in the dark forever, suddenly said in a very bright voice: "I will sing again." She said, "I will keep singing until I die. Until then."

Silently watching the little girl who was sent back by them holding Pipa into Chang'anju, Xiao Gao and Zhu Meng didn't know what it was like in their hearts?

"I believe she will continue to sing." Zhu Meng said, "As long as she does not die, she will definitely sing.

"I believe it too."

Xiao Gao said: "I also believe that if someone does not let her sing, she will die."

Because she is a singer, she wants to sing and sing to others. Even though she always sings so sad, it will always make people cry, but how can a person understand the true meaning of joy if one does not know the taste of sadness? How can you cherish life?

So even though she has nothing, she will survive.

If she can't sing~IndoMTL.com~ her life will become meaningless.

"Where are we?"

Zhu Meng suddenly asked Xiao Gao: "What should we do in the future?"

Xiao Gao didn't answer this sentence, because he hadn't figured out how to answer it.

But he suddenly saw the brilliance of the sun and the splendor of the earth.

"Of course we must continue to sing." Gao Jianfei suddenly raised his chest and said loudly, "Although we sing differently from her, we must continue to sing until we die."

The rest of the showgirl, the dance of the dancer, the sword of the swordsman, the pen of the literati, and the fighting spirit of the hero are all like this. As long as you are immortal, you can't give up.

The morning sun is rising, the spring snow has melted, and a person carrying a box, silently left the ancient city of Changan.

A silent and ordinary person with an old ordinary box.

(End of "Heroes Without Tears")