Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 14: 　Who is the cow?

February 24th, noon.

Guanluo Road.

Sima is superbly whip horse, let off rein, and gallop.

Church towards Chang'an.

His horse is still galloping, still full of energy, because he has changed horses four times on the way.

He trades good horses and fast horses, because he knows horses and is willing to pay a high price for horses.

He is anxious to rush back to Chang'an.

The horses were replaced four times, and all the horses that were replaced have fallen.

Sima Chaoqun’s people are the same, just as exhausted and about to fall.

Because he must rush back to the eldest daughter.

Suddenly there was a vicious and ominous omen in his heart, as if he had felt that someone close to him was about to be killed like a cow or a sheep.

The same day, at the same time.

Chang'an.

It's still Chang'an, Chang'an remains the same, and people remain the same.

The people who carried the box and waited to kill, the people who didn't carry the box and waited to be killed remained the same.

No snow, no sunshine.

The bleak sky is like a pair of eyes of a young girl who has been crying for a long time, and has lost its seductive brightness and light.

Under such a pair of eyes, this box is still so ordinary, so old, so clumsy, and so ugly.

But the mess is already open.

The ordinary, old, clumsy and ugly iron pieces in the box have turned into an invincible, evasive, and resistant weapon in an instant, killing Zhuo Donglai in the same instant.

Zhuo Donglai used knives when he was young, and he still used knives in his prime.

He has used many kinds of knives. After he used a butcher knife stolen from a butcher’s meat case when he was thirteen years old, he had no idea after he assassinated the local fish market bully "Pig Killer Boss" on the meat case. How many knives have been changed.

When he was fourteen years old, he used single-handed swords, when he was fifteen years old, he used plain steel swords, when he was sixteen years old, he used ghost head swords, and when he was eighteen years old, he switched from single-handed to double-swords, with a pair The handy and light mandarin duck butterfly knife. At the age of 20, he switched from a double knife to a single knife, and replaced the heavy and magnificent gold-backed machete.

When he was 23 years old, he used the most magnificent fish scale purple gold knife in martial arts.

But after the age of twenty-six, the knives he used changed from gorgeous to ordinary again.

He has used iron knives, yanling knives, and even ring knives used by outsiders.

From the transformation and process of a person's knife use, is it possible to see the changes in his knife skills and mood?

In any case, there are probably few people in the martial arts that can compare to him for their knowledge and understanding of "knife" and "knife technique".

So he stopped using knives in his prime of life.

Because he has been able to exchange tangible knives for intangible knives, he has been able to beat "with knives" with "no knife".

But he still has a knife.

His boot shaft still hides a sharp, heavy, iron-cut short knife, a short knife that can easily pierce people's legs like tofu.

——Die Wu’s legs are so light, smart, and beautiful.

Blood splattered like flowers, and the butterfly dance can't dance, and can't dance anymore.

So Zhu Meng ran, Xiao Gao walked away.

So the short knife was picked up by Zhuo Donglai again, with the **** dancer's soul, hidden in the boots of the cold man.

This knife is undoubtedly the knife of the knife. It is a knife that Zhuo Donglai has transformed after countless painful lessons, countless defeats and countless victories.

If this knife is made, it will undoubtedly be the essence of his countless transformations.

What can Xiao Leixue use to form a weapon to restrain this knife?

Of course he has a way.

He never missed a murder.

The same day, in the afternoon.

The official road outside Chang'an City.

Chang'an is near, but Sima Chaoqun's mood is even more irritable, and the ominous premonition is even stronger.

He seemed to be able to see that one of his closest people was struggling and shouting in a pool of blood.

But he couldn't see who this person was.

The people who will die in Chang'an this time are Gao Jianfei and Zhu Meng, and he is sure that they will die.

But he doesn't care about the life and death of these two people. They are neither his relatives nor his friends.

Where is Wu Wan? Could it be Wu Wan?

Never.

She is a woman who has never hurt anyone, and she has always been in the shadows. How could she encounter such a terrible disaster?

Is it Zhuo Dong?

That is absolutely impossible. With Zhuo Dong's prudent, resourceful and martial arts, he can protect himself under any circumstances.

Even if the ambassador's bureau fails miserably this time, he will surely get off safely and retreat.

Besides, he has almost no relatives in this world. Whom should this vicious and ominous premonition in his heart belong to?

Sima Chaoqun couldn't figure it out.

Of course, he never thought that Zhuo Dongwei's situation at the moment was like cattle and sheep under a tiger's paw, and fish on a knife and anvil.

The same day, at the same time.

Chang'an.

Zhuo Donglai is sure that he should be dead, and he also knows that Xiao Lei's blood has never missed a murder.

But he is not dead.

With the sound of "collapse", the box opened, and Xiao Lei's long, dexterous and powerful fingers started to move.

As long as his action starts, there will be certain types of iron in the box to form a deadly weapon in an instant, a weapon that can absolutely restrain Zhuo Donglai.

But at this moment, his fingers suddenly stiffened.

He seems to be stiff all over.

After a long, long time, he raised his head and faced Zhuo Donglai. Although his face was still expressionless, his eyes were filled with the anger and sadness of a dying beast facing the hunter.

Zhuo Donglai is also looking at him.

The two stood facing each other, neither spoke nor moved.

I don't know how long it has been before, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps on the trails abroad, and Zhuo Qing actually came.

Four people followed him, one holding a wine vessel, one holding a coat and hat, and two holding up a red sandalwood chair covered with sable fur.

Zhuo Donglai put on a set of clothes and pants in Diaoqiu, put on socks, put on a leather hat, sat down comfortably on the red sandalwood chair, poured a glass of wine in an amethyst glass and drank it, then sighed slightly. Tone: "This is more comfortable."

Xiao Leixue didn't hear or see it. He didn't seem to have seen all of these things.

If someone else sees it, they will definitely think that what they see is just an illusion.

This kind of thing simply cannot happen.

Faced with the most terrifying enemy and the most terrifying weapon in the world, life and death are just a matter of breathing. He is so calm and leisurely, even asking someone to move a chair and change clothes for him, even drinking.

As long as a sane person, he would never do such a thing.

But Zhuo Donglai did it.

The box has been opened, and Xiao Leixue no longer moves.

This mysterious and terrifying person was originally like a ghost from the sky above hell, but now suddenly his spirit was recalled by the survivor, turning him into a fossilized corpse in ancient times.

Zhuo Donglai poured another glass of wine and took a sip, then turned around and asked Zhuo Qing: "Do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know,"

"Do you know what kind of person this Mr. Xiao is?"

Zhuo Donglai himself answered this question: "He is a very remarkable person. In the past two to three decades, there have been at least 40 or 50 martial arts masters who have died under his hands."

Zhuo Qing listened.

"The box he was holding in his hand is said to be the most terrifying weapon in the world." Zhuo Dong said: "I have never been too humble, but I believe that as long as he takes action, I am a dead man."

He looked at the box in Xiao Leixue's hand.

"Now he has opened the box, because he originally wanted to kill me, but he hasn't taken any action until now." Zhuo Donglai said indifferently, "He would rather stand there like a fool. I drink and don’t act."

Xiao Leixue did not hear.

No matter what Zhuo Dong said, he seemed to be completely inaudible.

Zuo Donglai suddenly smiled.

"Of course he didn't dare to kill me. A person like me might not even be a dog in the eyes of Mr. Xiao." He asked Zhuo Qing again, "Do you know why he didn't kill me? ?"

"I don't know."

"He didn't kill me, just because he couldn't kill me anymore." Zhuo Dong said, "The only thing he can do now is to stand there waiting for me to kill him, killing him like a dog. Maybe it’s easier than killing a dog."

This kind of thing would never have happened.

No one dared to insult Xiao Leixue like this, just as no one dared to insult Zhuo Donglai before.

"Zhuo Qing, I ask you, do you know how the unparalleled Mr. Xiao suddenly became a dog?"

"I don't know."

"You should be able to see it. You should always see a little bit." Zhuo Donglai said coldly, "If you can't even see this kind of thing, it might not be easy to live to twenty."

"Yes." Zhuo Qing said: "I should be able to see a little bit of this kind of thing."

"What did you see?"

"Mr. Xiao is probably restrained by someone using a very special method. I am afraid that the power of the whole body can't even be used."

"Yes!"

"Mr. Xiao was originally a dragon among men, not a dog." Zhuo Qing said: "It's just that Mr. Xiao also knows that if the dragon dies, even a divine dragon can't compare to a dog."

He still said so calmly, because what he said was the truth.

"But the dog will die."

"Of course I will die, and I will die sooner or later, but at least I am still alive now." Zhuo Qing said: "Whether it is a dragon, a man or a dog, it is better to live for a while than to die immediately."

As long as you live, there is hope, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you should not give up.

"Unfortunately now I don't see any hope for him anymore," Zhuo Dong said, "No matter who is poisoned by'Gentleman's Fragrance', I am afraid there will be no more hope."

"Junzixiang?"

"A gentleman’s conversation is like water, a gentle gentleman, a gentleman like jade, and a gentleman's fragrance is the same."

"Same?"

"The water is as clear and flowing, colorless and tasteless, and as gentle as jade." Zhuo Donglai's voice is also gentle: "The only difference is that the gentleman, Jun Zixiang, is actually a hypocrite and poisonous."

He smiled: "Like a gentleman's friendship, like a spring breeze, this hypocrite's poison is like a spring breeze, and he gets drunk without knowing it. When he gets drunk, he will kill his bones and be overwhelmed."

"How could Mr. Xiao get this kind of poison?"

"Because I am just a dog in the eyes of Mr. Xiao, more obedient than a dog, in front of Mr. Xiao, I dare not even think about some things, because when I think about it in my heart, my look will inevitably be a little wrong. It is inevitable to be seen by Mr. Xiao."

Zhuo Donglai poured another glass of wine.

"Mr. Xiao, of course, never thought that I had put Jun Zixiang in a dead man's placket. As long as Mr. Xiao approached the dead man and moved the dead man's clothes, Jun Zixiang would blow him like a spring breeze. Face." Zhuo Donglai sighed: "Of course Mr. Xiao would never have thought that a dog would do such a thing."

"Yes." Zhuo Qing said: "I will never treat a person as a dog in the future."

The old man is dead, and the secret Xiao Leixue wants to know the most has also gone with the deceased.

When he sees the dead old man, of course he has to see if the old man is really dead? How did he die?

To check the cause of a person’s death, of course it is inevitable to take the initiative in his clothes.

Zhuo Donglai has long been considered that Xiao Leixue will definitely come as long as he is alive, so he has prepared a cup of gentleman fragrance.

This is really a very simple thing, very simple.

It's terribly simple.

Zhuo Donglai sighed again: "This old man was not a gentleman when he was alive. Who would have thought that he would have the fragrance of a gentleman after he died?" He sighed: "Sometimes gentlemen are also terrible." /

He wasn't talking about good words, not even thought-provoking philosophies.

What he said was nothing but the truth.

Sima Chaoqun had returned to Chang'an City at dusk.

This is the place where he has lived for the longest time. He is familiar with most of the streets in the city, but now it looks like it has changed.

The ancient Chang'an will not change, but he will change.

But he himself couldn't tell what he had changed, and he didn't know when it changed.

——When he stepped on the long street with blood still in the cracks of the stone slabs? Or when he heard Cowhide talk about the **** battle of spikes?

If a person must step on someone else's corpse to climb up, it is not pleasant to climb to the top.

Man and horse are equally tired.

He rode his horse through a deserted street by the city wall, and suddenly saw the back of a familiar person.

This person has turned into the shadow under the city wall, and soon disappeared into the darkness, never looking back.

However, Sima Chaoqun is sure to be sure that this person is Gao Jianfei.

When he was not drunk, his memory and eyesight were much better than others.

——Why is Gao Jianfei not dead yet? How could Zhuo Donglai let him go?

——Has the people in the Great Escort and the Lion Hall already had a head-on conflict?

Sima Qiqun wanted to follow up and ask Gao Jianfei, but he was even more anxious to rush home to see if his vicious and ominous premonition had worked?

At this time, it was already very dark. He was in a very irritable mood, and in this case, no matter what, no one could avoid seeing the wrong person.

It may not be Gao Jianfei that he saw.

Since Xiao Leixue hasn't died under the "tearstain", Gao Jianfei is bound to die.

As long as he received the contract to kill, Xiao Leixue never let anyone go for any reason.

Of course he will not make an exception for Xiao Gao.

Xiao Gao is just an insignificant prodigal son, and has nothing to do with him.

Xiao Blind himself couldn't figure out why Xiao Leixue didn't kill him. He even found many reasons for Xiao Leixue, but he was not even satisfied with him.

He really couldn't find any reason to explain why Xiao Leixue let him go.

It is a miracle that he is still alive until now.

Sima Chaoqun was right. The person he saw just now was indeed Gao Jianfei.

Xiao Gao also saw Sima Chaoqun, who was speeding by.

But he deliberately avoided it, because he didn't want to see anyone except Zhu Meng for the time being.

He was looking for Zhu Meng, and he searched every dark corner in Chang'an.

Now is when Zhu Meng needs a friend the most, no matter whether Zhu Meng still regards him as a friend or not, he can't just abandon Zhu Meng in this way anyway.

——If Zhu Meng is still with Die Wu now, what will happen to him when I see him?

Xiao Gao has also imagined this embarrassing situation, but he has made up his mind and has enough courage to face everything.

The sky is getting darker.

The shadow of the ancient city of Chang'an weighed heavily on Xiao Gao, and his mood was also heavy.

——Zhu Meng is a good man, a good man with a broad mind and a strong sense of love and righteousness.

——Zhu Meng should understand his difficulties and should be able to forgive him.

But Diwu?

Xiao Gao clenched his fists and strode forward. Suddenly, the light of the knife flashed, and a sharp sharp knife smashed head-on from the darkness.

When this knife smashed down, he undoubtedly made up his mind to split his head in half.

But no matter who wants to split Gao Jianfei in half, it is by no means easy.

He still has a sword in his hand.

This knife is not very fast, nor is it an amazing knife. He could easily drew his sword to fight back and assassinate the man hiding in the shadows.

He didn't draw his sword.

Because he has already seen the white scarf wrapped around the person's head and his face in this moment of inadmissibility.

This man was called Man Niu, and he was one of the most cultivating heroes under the Lion Hall. He was also one of the 86 dead men who Zhu Meng brought to Chang'an this time.

These people didn't know him before, but now they are all his good brothers, good brothers who live and die with him.

This knife must have killed the wrong person.

"I am Xiao Gao, Gao Jianfei."

As soon as his body flashed, the knife smashed into the air, the blade slashed on the ground, sparks splattered everywhere.

There were blood-red eyes staring at him in the dark.

"You are Xiao Gao, and I know you are Xiao Gao." Man Niu suddenly shouted: "I **** you a mother."

In the roar, there was another knife slashing. In addition to the barbarian knife, there were several other knives.

A few knives are not good knives, and the people who use knives are not good hands, but every knife is full of hatred and anger, and everyone comes desperately.

Xiao Gao is not afraid of death.

Xiao Gao couldn't use his swordsmanship that every sword could take a person's throat in an instant to deal with these brothers.

But he can't die by the knife like this.

Although the sword was not out of its sheath, the scabbard swiped and clicked, and the sword fell to the ground, and the hand holding the sword could no longer be lifted.

The person holding the knife is not late, and every pair of eyes is full of spiteful anger and hatred.

"Okay, the surname is high, if you have the ability," Man Niu hissed: "If you have a seed, kill all the Laozi. If there is one left, you will be raised by a dog."

"I don't understand what you mean?" Xiao Gao was also angry, shaking with anger: "I really don't understand."

"You don't understand? Fuck your ancestors, who do you know?" The bull roared: "I treat you as a human being, who knows you are a beast. When I am desperate, you are a beast. Where did you go? Did you steal someone else’s wife again?"

"Now I understand what you mean, but you won't understand." He said sadly: "There are some things you will always understand."

"What do you want?"

"I just want you to take me to see Zhu Meng."

"You are so **** shameless," Man Niu jumped up: "You still have the face to meet him?"

"I must go to see him~IndoMTL.com~ Xiao Gao calmly said: "You have to take me there. "

"Okay, I will take you there!"

The other big man also jumped up and slammed his head against the city wall. His big skull immediately became like a broken pomegranate.

The blood spattered, but Xiao Gao's heart was cold. The bull roared again:

"You still want to see him, do you want to **** him off? Okay, I can also take you there."

He also slammed into the city wall, but this time Xiao Gao already had painful experience, grabbed him, pinched him to the ground, and then left without looking back. Suddenly no one was seen.

He did not shed tears.

His tears have melted into his blood.

The hero has no tears and turns into blue blood.

Where Qing Feng passes by, is it tears or blood?