Chapter 6 Section VI
I was born and grew up in Kongtong, one of the five martial arts sects in the world. I lived in seclusion for fifteen years, and it was the first time I appeared in front of my fellow sects.
Those young disciples stopped the swords in their hands, looked me up and down, and whispered a few times from time to time, as if I was a monster.I dodged, trying to hide behind him.But he grinned and pulled me out, and dragged me to find the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist was surprised to see me.But he didn't pay attention to me, and only used a faint gesture to call him over.
A middle-aged scribe with a beard was sitting crookedly, as if he had been seriously injured, with a resentful expression on his face.The blood stained his beautiful purple robes and stained the rosewood chair in the old Taoist room.
"uncle--"
I heard him calling the middle-aged man like this, and there was some anxiety in his voice.I found myself a place to sit and watch.They said something about the moon or the Demon Cult, but I couldn't understand it, and I was still cramped sitting there.The old Taoist, he should be my old acquaintance, but he ignored me, his face was so serious that he could wring out a basin of water.Others ignore me even more.Only he looked back at me, and I quickly made a face at him.But he froze in the middle of it, his eyes were wet.
The old Taoist frowned and just said: "Master Mei, what do you mean? Loser and Miss Mei——Pindao has always known about it. This time, even the date has been set for Sun'er to leave the customs. How can you change your mind? Change of mind?"
At this time, a slender figure turned out from behind the screen.She seemed to be a girl older than me, wearing a black gauze shirt, with a long sword at the waist, and a thick veil covering her face, only showing a pair of watery eyes, swollen like peaches.The girl didn't come over, she just stood at a distance, and said coldly, "Realist He, I've made up my mind."
But he just rushed over: "Meimei—"
The girl named Meimei flinched back as if she had been scalded.
He frowned with two straight eyebrows: "Meimei, give me an explanation."
Meimei took off the veil without hesitation for a long time.I was taken aback, it was ugly.It turned out that she was disfigured.My heavy heart suddenly lightened, and I leaned on the back of the chair and went to see him.
"Ha!" He suddenly laughed, "Memei, are you kidding me!"
His voice was so loud that I was shocked again.
"Who do you think I am—how could I refuse to marry you because of your damaged appearance?" He spoke faster and louder, "We grew up together, and I have been thinking about you all these years. I don't have parents, uncle, this matter is entirely up to you and Master. But no matter what Meimei becomes, the will in my heart will never change in the slightest."
The middle-aged man also took advantage of the situation to persuade his daughter: "Look, Luoyan, I told you earlier. Why are you stubborn and make things difficult for your cousin?"
Mei Luoyan looked around and said softly: "This is the end of the matter, there is no need to say more. I said I will not marry, and I will not marry in this life. Father, the words have been brought, let's take our farewell to Zhenren He."
"Meimei!" As if he didn't expect her to leave no room at all, he was in a hurry and wanted to chase her out.
Mei Luoyan walked more and more anxiously.
"—Crazy?" I finally couldn't help it.Even if no one asks me, I will speak up.
"Isn't it funny? You really like to spend your whole life with her when she's so ugly?"
They all turned their heads and stared at me like they were looking at a monster.
I didn't know it then, and it was only later that I realized what a monster I really was.They are terrified of it.The old Taoist He Guanqing once burned my mother's body, which shows that he only knew a little about us.In fact, fire is useless against Zhe people, because we have different physiques, and we can walk faster than the wind, unless we stop—that is to say, perish. Our only opponent exists only in the legend, a hero from the Western Regions many years ago.We are very capable and can kill people at will.But we have a deadly Achilles' heel, and this Achilles' heel has thus become the biggest secret in the clan. The average clansman doesn't know it, and it is only in the hands of the wizards and senior rulers in the clan.The hero somehow picked up on the secret, and chose the time to deal with us. He forged a dagger on the top of Muztagh Peak, which is full of euphyllum.With this dagger, that hero slaughtered hundreds of our people, until finally our leader, a female castellan, came out, and she came up with a vicious plan.The female city lord pretended to be an ignorant girl and tricked the hero into trusting her.So the hero was killed by the city lord with his own dagger, and his body sank in the depths of Dagu Mountain, in a vast salt lake behind Lanyue City.But not long after, the city lord also passed away, and when she was dying, she said that that piece of salt lake would be called Guanchou Sea from now on. After that, our clansmen restrained themselves for a long time and no longer set foot in the Central Plains.In the area around Dagu Mountain, there used to be plenty of people, so we could live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about going hungry.So in the Central Plains, nearly a hundred years have passed, and the rumors about our people have gradually dissipated. Occasionally, some people listened to it and thought it was just an overseas strange story.Until the last decade or so, we were forced to make a living and returned to the rivers and lakes. I discussed these old stories with Aunt Fang in the cool cave by the Guanchou sea.I asked her, what is the big secret? Aunt Fang smiled and didn't answer. But if she doesn't tell me, maybe I won't know.Later I said that the hero's dagger must have been buried with the female city lord. Aunt Fang said no.The dagger is still alive, but sealed.The castellan doesn't want that ominous thing. According to Aunt Fang's divination, that dagger is the magic star of all the city lords in the clan.
Aunt Fang is the oldest witch among the Stingers, she is a hundred years old.She taught me a lot, including how to put lips on people's necks.I don't like that way much.When the warm liquid spread between my lips and teeth, I couldn't find the kind of pleasure that many people in my tribe talked about, I just felt nauseous. Aunt Fang said, this is a normal reaction, but I have to get used to it, otherwise I will starve to death one day. At first I disagree.When I was so hungry, I figured out a way to suck the blood from my own arm.This method later made me very ill.Aunt Fang enlightened me, saying that I can use the unique blood collection method of the Jinghong Palace killer, or a shocking martial art, directly drawing blood from people's necks with fingers.I finally complied. That method is the legend of stinging people. It can make us dance the most beautiful dance in the moonlight, kill the most powerful prey, and then suck blood to see the red glow. But Aunt Fang didn't mention its harm.After I finished my studies, I often couldn't control myself. Even if I didn't want to smoke, I would grab one or two living people and bleed them to death.This desire to see blood is so strong that when I don't want to kill, I have to quell it with my own blood. I think this is why the killers of Jinghong Palace are invincible in the world.
I didn't know it then, and it was only later that I realized what a monster I really was.They are terrified of it.The old Taoist He Guanqing once burned my mother's body, which shows that he only knew a little about us.In fact, fire is useless against Zhe people, because we have different physiques, and we can walk faster than the wind, unless we stop—that is to say, perish. Our only opponent exists only in the legend, a hero from the Western Regions many years ago.We are very capable and can kill people at will.But we have a deadly Achilles' heel, and this Achilles' heel has thus become the biggest secret in the clan. The average clansman doesn't know it, and it is only in the hands of the wizards and senior rulers in the clan.The hero somehow picked up on the secret, and chose the time to deal with us. He forged a dagger on the top of Muztagh Peak, which is full of euphyllum.With this dagger, that hero slaughtered hundreds of our people, until finally our leader, a female castellan, came out, and she came up with a vicious plan.The female city lord pretended to be an ignorant girl and tricked the hero into trusting her.So the hero was killed by the city lord with his own dagger, and his body sank in the depths of Dagu Mountain, in a vast salt lake behind Lanyue City.But not long after, the city lord also passed away, and when she was dying, she said that that piece of salt lake would be called Guanchou Sea from now on. After that, our clansmen restrained themselves for a long time and no longer set foot in the Central Plains.In the area around Dagu Mountain, there used to be plenty of people, so we could live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about going hungry.So in the Central Plains, nearly a hundred years have passed, and the rumors about our people have gradually dissipated. Occasionally, some people listened to it and thought it was just an overseas strange story.Until the last decade or so, we were forced to make a living and returned to the rivers and lakes. I discussed these old stories with Aunt Fang in the cool cave by the Guanchou sea.I asked her, what is the big secret? Aunt Fang smiled and didn't answer. But if she doesn't tell me, maybe I won't know.Later I said that the hero's dagger must have been buried with the female city lord. Aunt Fang said no.The dagger is still alive, but sealed.The castellan doesn't want that ominous thing. According to Aunt Fang's divination, that dagger is the magic star of all the city lords in the clan.
Aunt Fang is the oldest witch among the Stingers, she is a hundred years old.She taught me a lot, including how to put lips on people's necks.I don't like that way much.When the warm liquid spread between my lips and teeth, I couldn't find the kind of pleasure that many people in my tribe talked about, I just felt nauseous. Aunt Fang said, this is a normal reaction, but I have to get used to it, otherwise I will starve to death one day. At first I disagree.When I was so hungry, I figured out a way to suck the blood from my own arm.This method later made me very ill.Aunt Fang enlightened me, saying that I can use the unique blood collection method of the Jinghong Palace killer, or a shocking martial art, directly drawing blood from people's necks with fingers.I finally complied. That method is the legend of stinging people. It can make us dance the most beautiful dance in the moonlight, kill the most powerful prey, and then suck blood to see the red glow. But Aunt Fang didn't mention its harm.After I finished my studies, I often couldn't control myself. Even if I didn't want to smoke, I would grab one or two living people and bleed them to death.This desire to see blood is so strong that when I don't want to kill, I have to quell it with my own blood. I think this is why the killers of Jinghong Palace are invincible in the world.