Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 18: The hero does not die

January and 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's bun is hurriedly combed, the lead is lightly made up, the blue smoke and purple mist cover is light, and the flying silk is indeterminate."

The spring silkworm is dead, and the silk is still not exhausted.

The wax torch is dead, and the tears are still wet.

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 is better not to see each other than to see each other. Being sentimental is just as ruthless. After the song is gone, the courtyard is quiet and the people wake up."

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

Is it true?

What about true? What if it is a phantom? With such a short life and such precious feelings, why take it too seriously?

Just let him go! Let him know 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 singing was still singing and the dancers were still dancing. Suddenly Sima Chaoqun rushed over like a cat, trying to kill the butterfly under his sharp 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 saying, 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 to Sima Chaoqun, these two words are like a bolt of lightning that suddenly struck in midair.

At this moment, all his movements suddenly stopped, his limbs suddenly stiffened, his eyes were full of 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 finished, 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 sense of murder in his piano.

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 with a 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 this sword came too fast, and the man and the sword seemed to be compared.

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 is like Sima Chaoqun in his youth, brave, tall, handsome, and mighty. Wearing a very tailored, very noble, brightly colored clothes, the shiny eyes are full of confidence.

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.

Two

The music has been cut off, the dancing has stopped, and the dancer crouched on the ground, as if never dared to look up at 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 Qi'er looked at this man and this sword in surprise. Although the long stick in his palm had already pierced with a spear, he had no courage to stab it out.

Zhu Meng and Sima Chaoqun were still 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?"

A person outside the light and shadow 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, hugging Diaoqiu and carrying his hands on his back, Shi Shiran walked over from the darkness. He walked peacefully and gracefully, no one could tell 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 people, I also want to Kill you like this." 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 quick response 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, 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 couldn't 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 with surprise and fear in his eyes. He didn't seem to understand how he could suddenly have such a hilt on his chest. But he already knew where the blade of this sword was.

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

With one sword, one blow is deadly.

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

"Lead the Darling Board?"

Zhu Meng seemed to be awakened from a dream suddenly, turned around slowly, and looked 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 flying."

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 flatly: "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 Chaoqun slowly raised his head, as if seeing this person for the first time, as if he had completely forgotten all the people and things in the past.

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 Chaoqun's voice seemed to be filled with indescribable sadness, "It is indeed time to settle accounts. What people owe me and what I owe people should be accounted for now. Cleared."

"In your current situation, I shouldn't have forced you to take action." Gao Jianfei said coldly, "but the last time you beat me, 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 talk too much?"

"Wait a minute."

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

Sima Chaoqun sank his face.

"You'd better go farther. This is a matter between me and Gao Jianfei. Whoever comes to stretch out my hand will only die."

Zuo Donglai sighed softly.

"Although the hero has come to an 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.

Zhuo 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 fully 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 case, 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 does is to wait for this moment.

The moment when Jian Feng 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.

The sword will not stop, and then stab forward.

He stepped back again.

This sword has exhausted all its strength, and the remaining power is endless.

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 I really worked hard for you."

Zhuo Dong said, "In order to wait for such an opportunity, you did spend a lot of time and effort. You have done a good job, and I should really let you kill me."

There is no ridicule in his voice, because what he said is just a fact.

"But I want you to know that it's not easy to kill a person like me. I can't make it easy for you." 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 will be dead." Zhuo Donglai said to Xiao Gao, "If your sword really pierced my chest, at that moment, you will definitely die too, and it is more likely than I die faster."

Zhuo Donglai has always been a liar, 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 the blood seal in the throat, and can kill people in an instant." Zhuo Dong said, "At least three people in the arena will use this type of hidden weapon."

"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, you will suddenly feel like a bug bite 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 Dong came and said leisurely: "But now you can rest assured, because I am not dead yet, he may not dare to take action for the time being, because this person, like us, has always been reluctant to do things that are uncertain."

"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? Come here in time." Zhuo Dong said, "Second, this one is masked with a light veil. Where did the dancers come from? Sima Chaoqun originally wanted to kill Zhu Meng, so why did he retreat after hearing her say two words, and seemed 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: "It's a pity that 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 you are looking for this key, but 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 asked 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 this 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 placed a poisonous knife between us when she was alive. "Xiao Gao's eyes flashed suddenly, and he suddenly asked Zhuo Donglai.

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

"If she is alive, of course she 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 her 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 is a kind of person in this world who can do everything, whether he is a man or a woman." Zhuo Dong said, "You can't figure it out, just because you are not this kind of person."

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

"I am."

Three

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 was speechless.

"You did it this way, just to protect yourself." Zhuo Dong said, "I would never kill 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 should not 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 creepy and shudder.

Of course, Sima Chaoqun knows him best.

Every time he heard him speak to someone in this tone, that person should have 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 already jumped up, crying in mournful voice: "You are going to die, you 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 weak underbelly with his right palm, and Xiaogao spread the hilt of the sword. Zhuo Donglai used his left hand to hold the sword around the long sword, and the hilt was in his right hand. These actions were almost all done in the same instant, which was 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 across his shoulders.

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 has to ask himself-if he is Zhuo Donglai, can he make such a 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.

four

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 Wan 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, "you can 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.

Blood flowed on her face, tears also flowed down.

"But I have gone wrong in my life, and can no longer go 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.

"Together," Wu Wan groaned and whispered, "Together, 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 word 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.

Five

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 mark all the time, as if suddenly discovered that there is a mysterious and evil power in this tear mark, 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 have died because he is too smart and too powerful. Few people can match his hidden weapon and disguise. If he just left quietly, I might pretend not to know. Yes, because I will definitely use him in the future."

"He hasn't left yet?"

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

He suddenly turned around and faced the old white-headed pharmacist, 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 Has been 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 a dead end, Mr. Ji, your disguise skills are indeed clever, 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 two people, Zhu and Sima Chaoqun of the Lion Hall, are destroyed." Zhuo Dong said, "You do this. Really high."

"Thanks a lot."

"The white-headed musician accompanied his lovely little granddaughter to sing in the streets, and no one would pay close attention to this blind white-haired old man. So you pretended to be him and brought his granddaughter here. , 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 the white-headed musician, his Xiao Sheng is far from your Xiao Sheng, this is what everyone can tell." Zhuo Dong said, "It's just Under the circumstances 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."

Zhuo Donglai's gentle and polite voice suddenly changed again, and he said in his unique tone: "But you really shouldn't give your suicide needle to Wu Wan, you really did something wrong."

Mr. Ji sighed and sighed in a sad voice: "I admit that I was wrong. Although I never thought that Wu Wan would use it to deal with Sima, Sima has died because of it. I have long since It should be thought that Mr. Zhuo will 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 tube of needles to others." He sighed again, and told Zhuo Donglai in a whispering voice: "Fortunately, I still have a few tubes."

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 barrel of three needles is enough to chase the soul, let alone three barrels? What's more, its syringes and machines are specially designed, and the speed is much faster than most hidden weapons in the world.

It's a pity that Zhuo Dong came faster. He didn't dodge at all, but the sword in his hand has drawn a bright arc. Sword Qi vibrated and whirled, just like a powerful vortex suddenly surging out of muddy water. Nine o'clock Han Xing was already involved in this vortex by this force in an instant, and when the sword light disappeared, the three barrel needles were 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 else. 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 face has not changed, and a person’s face will not change after changing his face.

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 Dong, "whatever you want me to do."

Zhuo Donglai nodded.

"I don't want you to pretend, 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, sometimes is indeed a very simple matter.

Mr. Ji died soon, just when the sword in Zhuo Donglai's palm began to shine again, he died. The sword light only flashed into 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. It is better than I thought. I seem to be a little reluctant to return it to you."

Six

Zhu Meng has not moved, and has been silent.

He was by no means such a feint person, 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.

It’s the same mentality for a person to hurt others to protect oneself for the sake of doing things for oneself.

Selfish, even sages and immortals can hardly 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 to this degree, love becomes this way, and when it reaches its ultimate love, 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." etc. After he finished laughing, Zhuo Donglai asked coldly: "Where are you?"

"I deserve to die more than him." Zhu Meng said, "I have long wanted to give my head to someone else, but unfortunately 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 silently.

"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 match 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, the truly amazing person is not him, but you. No one can but admire him."

He stared at Zhuo Donglai, and suddenly he also used Zhuo Donglai’s unique tone to say word by word: “But it’s useless if you kill me. 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 breath 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 did he not see the blood, but there was no trace of tears.

"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, I, Zhu Meng, 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, grabbed it with one hand, and hooked his arms around the back of his neck. As long as his hands were hard, 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 anymore. I can also be considered dead and die without regret. , It’s not a waste of my life."

"You were wrong." Gao Jianfei said, "Now that you are dead or alive, 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," 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 let him live. At sunrise."

He squeezed Zhu Meng's hand firmly: "The two sentences you just said are also wrong. Since a man is born in the world, he must live happily, die, and die worthwhile." Gao Jianfei said, "If you die now, you will just 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 do not die today, I will not only help you revive the Lion Hall, but also rectify the escort."

Xiao Gao said, "We are coming to Japan for a long time and we still have a lot to do. As long as we are still alive, we must not speak lightly about the word'death'."

Zhuo Donglai sighed again: "This sentence is also right, why do people die when they are alive? Why do you consider your own life so contemptuous?" He sighed, "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 have broken that sword just now." Zhuo Dong said, "If you have a sword in your hand, you can probably resist me with 30 strokes, but now I can take your life in ten strokes. "

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

Seven

The dawn is coming, making the light gradually dim, and there is already a creamy morning mist rising 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 wouldn't come anymore, 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 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 figure in the fog, he didn't even have any fear at all.

"I said that if it is time 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 in whose hands 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 such a person and 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 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?

He believes it or not, the person in the mist is still as unpredictable as the mist, 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 any." Xiao Gao said, "I don't have one, he has."

"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 on 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?"

"There is no indestructible swordsmanship in the world, no swords that cannot be broken down, and no undefeated swordsmen."

Xiao Leixue said, "If you use appropriate weapons and moves, as long as you encounter the person who makes the sword, you can break the method 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 the masters of the swordsman in the world as snakes, scorpions, and beasts. But now, I regard them as dung." Xiao Leixue said, "Now they are all seen in my eyes. It's 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."

Eight

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, and he always feels that this person seems to have a natural ability to restrain him - a mystery that has been blessed and cursed by the gods and demons. Ability, 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 beeps 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 happened to shine on this weapon at this moment, making it suddenly flash with a mysterious and evil light.

No one has seen this weapon, nor knows its ingenuity.

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 sure way, which could definitely put Gao Jianfei to death in an instant.

His body was suddenly full of confidence and strength, a great power he had never had before, and even himself was shocked.

This kind of feeling is as if some kind of **** suddenly came to him with a curse on 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 a power in this world that humans cannot explain.

Because now he himself has felt this power.

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

"You might as well go now 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 tears **** voice. It’s also like a curse from Netherworld: “Because God asked me to create this weapon to use it against Mr. Zhuo. When it appears, it’s the time of Mr. Zhuo’s death, no matter who it is in the hands. The same, both can kill him."

Nine

The dense clouds blocked the sun again, and even the lights had been extinguished. The sky was gloomy, and the murderous intent had moved, and even the gods and ghosts could not be restored.

Gao Jianfei has swept over like a bird.

Zuo Donglai's eyes stared at the weapon in his hand like needles, and suddenly threw the "tears" in his hand at Xiao Gao loudly.

"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 and has always been by his side. It 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 one with his flesh and blood.

So he didn't even think about it, so he took the sword-he took it with his hand holding the sword, as if he had completely forgotten that he had already held one in this hand. Broken sword weapon.

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, Xiao Leixue said a little too much, so that he has enough time to see this weapon with a very strange form and structure clearly, and I have seen that this weapon does have many places to restrain the opponent's sword, and I have even seen how to use it.

It doesn't matter who his opponent is.

Only people like Xiao Leixue can create such a weapon, and only people like Zhuo Dong can do such a thing so absolutely.

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 didn't expect Xiao Gao to do such a stupid thing, 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 vision.

There seemed to be countless sword shadows flashing in the dazzling sword light, but there was only one sword.

Of course, only one trick is real among the countless sword shadows.

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

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 momentum to take the opponent's sword off, and then attack again when it is a fatal blow. . But he didn't want to do so absolutely.

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 expected. Suddenly, a part of the structure popped out, and it cooperated with the hook like a pair of pliers. Zi clamped Xiao Gao's sword.

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 left 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 has penetrated 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 Dong came to 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 trap specially arranged by Xiao Leixue, waiting for Zhuo Donglai 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 have already allowed it, and I will die by your hand sooner or later," he said tragically, "otherwise, how could I be fooled by you? ?"

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

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 is too late now.

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

Isn't he caused this feign ending?

Ten

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 brought Zhuo Dong to go with him." He was undoubtedly full of shock and doubt, "What is going on?"

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

"No matter what this is, 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 sentiment in his heart, and couldn't help but walk over to 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 lute 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 answer?

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

October

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.

"I believe she will continue to sing." Zhu Meng said, "As long as she does not die, she will continue to 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 one 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." Singer's song, dance The dancer's dance, the swordsman's sword, the literati's pen, and the hero's fighting spirit, as long as you are immortal, you can't give up.

The morning sun is rising, and the spring snow has melted. He left the ancient city of Chang'an silently, carrying a box.

A silent and ordinary person with an old ordinary box.

(End of the book)

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