Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Kunlun Slave

Nie Yinniang was startled: "What did you say?" The matchmaker saw her disbelief at all, and sighed, "I knew you wouldn't believe it, so let me give you a gift first." Young Master Xingyang carefully unfolded some things and spread them on the ground in front of them.Both Liu Yi and Nie Yinniang's faces were discolored, but there were three pictures, two of which were bloody tattoos, and the other was a piece of white silk, on which the pattern of the tattoo was very carefully traced.The matchmaker said leisurely: "This painting is on me, the other two, one belongs to Mr. Xingyang, and the other one is stolen from the Kunlun slave by Mr. Xingyang..."

Pointing to the last tattoo, she said: "That's the tattoo of the Nanke prefect, that's Chunyu Fen who leaned on the big pagoda tree to dream of Huai Anguo. It's a pity that he was too good at dreaming, so he was killed by the Kunlun slave..." Nie Yinniang couldn't help interrupting her: "But what does this have to do with the fact that the Kunlun slave may be the master?" The matchmaker nodded and said, "Yes, because this tattoo of Nanke prefect is really special!" She unfolded the fan-shaped tattoo on the ground: "On the tattoo, the prefect of Nanke died in a dream. This is nothing unusual, but please look at the following part—" where her finger was, it was the thirteenth tattoo. In the small corner, a beautiful woman with a full face is drawn with meticulous brushwork. She leans against the window lattice with one hand supporting her stomach. She has a beautiful appearance and gorgeous clothes.And beside her, half of the corner of the clothes was exposed, and it seemed that there was still a man standing, and the pattern came to an abrupt end.

"Presumably you have also deduced that this thirteenth tattoo should belong to the owner. But I have carefully studied the tattoos on both of us. At the end of the fan shape, there are only some pavilions, towers and pavilions, mountains and flowing water. It is so common in Tang legends that any story is possible, but the tattoo on the body of Nanke Taishou is different-it depicts the heroine of this legend, which is undoubtedly the key to this hidden tattoo. Once Once we get it, we can roughly guess the legend that belongs to the master." She raised her head and showed that playful smile again: "So, I can't help but think, with the master's intelligence, he must not allow this tattoo to fall into the hands of others, and he will definitely kill the Nanke prefect with his own hands. And in order to prevent other assassins from attacking him before him, he will definitely not share the names of the prefect of Nanke with others." She raised her head, glanced at the faces of Liu Yi and Nie Yinniang, and said slowly: "However, take The Kunlun slave happened to be the one who killed the prefect of Nanke at the end of Mingjuanhe, isn't this too much of a coincidence?"

Nie Yinniang shook her head: "Based on these alone, how can we conclude that he is the master?" The matchmaker smiled and said: "Of course it's more than that. Do you still remember that doll? When I bought it in the town, it didn't have any patterns on its face, but when I arrived in the woods, it was suddenly painted with Huo Xiaoyu's portrait. There is absolutely no one else, if it is not my fault, then it must be him." Nie Yinniang smiled sarcastically, "Maybe it's your fault." The matchmaker raised her sleeves to cover her brows, put on a wronged expression, and seemed to think of something suddenly: "By the way, there is another very important point. Mr. Xingyang and I have been following you all the way for a long time. Pei Hang, Wang Xianke, Xie Xiaoe, Ren Shi, Hongxian, Huo Xiaoyu, Kunlun slave, Nanke prefect, me and Mr. Xingyang, plus two more, the Twelve Legends have all appeared."

She paused, and said seriously: "However, I always believe in one thing, the owner is among the twelve legends. And the so-called thirteenth tattoo is actually exactly the same as the tattoo of one of us!" She intentionally After a pause, seeing Nie Yinniang's shocked expression, she smiled even more smugly: "There are not many legends about a rich girl who thinks about spring, at least "Kunlun Slave" is one of them." "The red silk is a concubine concubine of a first-rank official. When I saw Cui Sheng one day, I made a secret promise in my heart. I made a secret agreement with Cui Sheng to meet on the night of the full fifteenth month. Cui Sheng could not enter the official's mansion, so the Kunlun slave Acting out of righteousness, I came out with the red silk for Cui Sheng, and met him. If I guessed correctly, the half of the clothes in the corner of the pattern just belonged to the Kunlun slave with the big bag!"

Nie Yinniang frowned and said: "This is just your speculation. After all, the pattern we see now is just this woman. It is okay to say it is the story in "Kunlun Slave", but it is also the picture of Yingying waiting for Zhang Sheng. Why not?" The matchmaker frowned: "But the main character is me, at least I can guarantee that I am not the master." Nie Yinniang said indifferently: "But you can't just use a piece of clothing to explain that this picture is "Kunlun Slave"." The matchmaker nodded: "Okay, now, I want you two to prove this conjecture for me." She spread out the tattoos on the ground, looked up at the two of them, the smile on her face was as pure as water, and her eyes were flexible. Turning around: "Let's take a look at the whole picture of this tattoo."

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Yi took out all the tattoos and stitched them together carefully. When the ten pieces of tattoos were put together, the outline of the picture in the middle was roughly clear, but only two pieces were missing. Two crucial pieces. One of them was slanted against the sky, without which it would no longer be possible to tell whether the time of the pattern was day or fifteenth night.The other piece is more important, it depicts the owner of that small piece of clothing, and it should be the man next to the woman.Liu Yi gestured carefully, trying to find clues, but he soon realized that it was futile. This painting was designed extremely delicately, and no matter how it was filled, it would only leave empty regrets.

Finally, Liu Yi let out a long sigh and stood up. There are also two tattoos, and it is now clear where they are. One is Huo Xiaoyu's. During the battle at King Huo's Mansion, the explosives exploded. They didn't have time to take the tattoo from Huo Xiaoyu's body.Back to King Huo's Mansion now?Not to mention how to get through the siege of that trap, Liu Yi is not even sure, after such an explosion, will there be any tattoos left? And the other one is on the body of the red line. A red thread tattoo?Liu Yi shook his head helplessly. Then, the pursuit of the master can only come to an abrupt end here.

Although unwilling, the eyes of Liu Yi and Nie Yinniang were full of helplessness. Manpower is exhausted, that's all there is to it. The matchmaker stomped her feet: "Why are you sighing? Although we can't see the whole picture of this tattoo, we can find out the tattoo on Kunlun Nu and see if it is the same as these known parts!" This is really a simple solution, but Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi were too absorbed in the frustration just now, they didn't think of it for a while.Although they don't believe that the Kunlun slave is the master at all, there is no other way now, so they have to take a look, after all, it is better than nothing.

Several people turned over the body of Kunlun slave and searched carefully. Suddenly the matchmaker uttered a cry of surprise: "Here, here!" She turned Kunlun Nu's body over and pointed to the dark skin on his back. The two were startled slightly, Young Master Xingyang dipped the blood accumulated on the ground and smeared it on the back of the corpse. Several people held their breath, waiting for this fateful moment. A green tattoo gradually appeared. Everything about the buildings and pavilions seemed to be similar to the thirteenth tattoo.The smile on Hong Niang's face became stronger and stronger, but suddenly, her smile froze completely, and she murmured: "No, it's impossible..."

Among the tattoos, a wall suddenly appeared! Mr. Xingyang's blood-smearing hands trembled a little - in the thirteenth tattoo, there is no such wall. Could it be that the truth they believe so firmly in is just a wishful joke? high wall. Kunlun Slave was carrying a huge rucksack, and was about to jump out of the wall, but was nailed to the wall by countless feathered arrows from behind. ... The first-rank officer discovered that the red silk was missing, and ordered to hunt down the Kunlun slave. The Kunlun slave broke through the siege, holding a dagger, and flew out of the high wall, as light as a feather and as fast as a falcon.Although the arrows rained down, they failed to hit him, and he disappeared in an instant. This was the end of Legend of Tang. However, the master let the Kunlun slave die in the rain of arrows. Next to the wall, Feather Arrow, is another realistic ending. The ending has already been arranged. Nie Yinniang sighed and stood up: "The tattoos are different, your inference is wrong." Liu Yi also shook his head and sighed: "If you want to get out of Shura Town alive, don't think so simply about Master." Young Master Xingyang seemed to be extremely disappointed, he fell powerlessly and sat in the dirt.He stared blankly at the body of Kunlun slave, the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded, and the color of ashes when he first saw him appeared again. They have followed the Kunlun slaves for such a long time, but in the end it was nothing to fetch water from the bamboo basket. If anyone is replaced, I am afraid that they will be in despair. Nie Yinniang originally disdained their plan, but at this moment she couldn't bear to say any more, and whispered comfortingly: "It doesn't matter." , there will be opportunities in the future.” Young Master Xingyang suddenly raised his head, and said angrily: "Opportunity? Do you think Kunlun slaves will be vulnerable? Do you know how much internal energy was consumed by the joint attack just now? Now the matchmaker and I have less than two pieces of skill left. It will take at least three days to recover. During this time, we will have to be slaughtered!" Nie Yinniang cast her eyes on Hongniang.The matchmaker was a little helpless, but instantly restored that innocent smile, as if she had accepted the fact.She crossed her hands and fingers, stretched them in front of her chest, and said casually: "Forget it, I finally found an extra tattoo. It's not completely useless." Young Master Xingyang looked up at the sky, and murmured: "What's the use of having one more tattoo? One miss, the master must be wary, and we will never have another chance." His voice was very sad, as if with a special meaning. His contagious power, just a few words, made everyone feel depressed. Young Master Xingyang shook his head, let out a long sigh, and walked towards the side of the abandoned house, he sang that mournful ballad again, this time, his voice was clearer, resounding through the trees.Everyone finally heard clearly that what he sang was the ancient elegy "Xielu" and "Songli". "The dew on the scallion, He Yixi! Luxi will fall again in the Ming Dynasty, when will a person return after death?" "Who's home in Songli? There is no sage or foolishness in gathering souls. How can the ghost be urged, and human life must be hesitant." How easy it is for the dew falling on the grass and trees to dry up.When the dew dries up, it will fall again tomorrow. Once a human life is gone, when will it return? Whose land is Songli? It gathers the souls of the dead, regardless of the wise or the foolish.Why do the ghosts and gods in charge of life and death urge you like this, so that people can't hesitate a bit. The melody was already very sad, but every word of the melody was like a knife, cutting Nie Yinniang's heart. Yes, Songli is the final destination of the souls of ancient and modern times.The barren hills are wild and the white moon is falling. Since ancient times, no matter heroes and beauties, princes and generals, they are no match for the wild smoke and grass, a grave of loess; morning dew and evening mist, paper money in the middle of the mountain. Among all living beings, there are those who are proud of their spring breeze, those who are mediocre, some who are overthrown, and some who are impoverished. When the figures appeared, they treated them equally regardless of the virtuous or the foolish. There may be only one true fairness in life, and that is death. Only at this time, stripped of heavy or gorgeous or ragged clothes, we all face the same road to the underworld, and no one can stay for a while. Nie Yinniang's mood was turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down.She seemed to see the scenery in front of her eyes shifting and gradually changing, a long dirt slope stretched out from her feet, leading to the dark red sky. The heaven and the earth are as dim and muddy as when they were just opened up.At the junction of the sky and the earth is a domed earth mountain. The mountain is sparsely populated with tall vines, but these vines are also withered and dim.The stern mountain wind rolled up the billowing dust, and the sound of crying and wailing filled the chaos one after another, like grinding teeth and scraping bones, making people stand upside down. On this gentle slope, countless moving shadows lined up, one after another, walking towards the barren mountain.Their movements were numb and stiff, as if they had lost hope and lost consciousness, only being whipped by invisible whips, they walked forward step by step. "Who's home in Songli? There is no sage or foolishness in gathering souls. How can the ghost be urged, and human life must be hesitant." The dirge rang in her ears over and over again, and Nie Yinniang gradually realized that she had become one of these people at some point, following the crowd towards the barren mountain in the sky.The figures around were haggard, emaciated, exuding an aura of corruption. With a glance, she seemed to spot Pei Hang, Wang Xianke, Xie Xiaoe, and Huo Xiaoyu among the figures.Together with the gray figures, they staggered towards the top of the mountain. Could it be that that barren mountain in the sky is the home of the soul - the land of Songli?They are just the ghosts forced by the ghost, and they are about to walk this long road into the unknown world? Nie Yinniang felt that she was very sleepy, as if she had followed those shadows for a long, long distance.Finally, the dust cleared and they had reached the foot of Songli Mountain. Nie Yinniang was infected by the singing and was about to fall into a deep sleep. At this moment, she was startled suddenly, Mr. Xingyang's dead gray eyes were staring straight at them, looking rather strange.She felt that something was wrong, but it was already too late, the tidal wave of tiredness flooded in, unstoppable, the world was spinning, and she fell down. Young Master Xingyang stopped singing, and with a smug smile on his face, he looked at the three people lying on the ground. Matchmaker, Nie Yinniang, Liu Yi.They all fell asleep in a elegy of their own, completely unconscious.In an instant, the three powerful enemies became the fish on the sword and let him slaughter them. Young Master Xingyang couldn't help laughing even more complacently, even the matchmaker didn't know that the soul-stirring elegy is his real specialty. Skill enough to kill. Young Master Xingyang waited again, convinced that the enemy had been completely bewitched by his singing, he slowly stepped forward and pulled out the sleeve arrow from the body of the Kunlun slave. The cold light reflected from the tip of the arrow showed his originally handsome face, but now it looked hideous. He hid the sleeve arrows under his palm and walked slowly among the three of them, stretching out his feet from time to time to kick those lying on the ground. People, it seems, want to determine whether they are actually comatose. He didn't kick lightly, and the bones of several people made a slight muffled sound, but the three of them remained motionless. Young Master Xingyang nodded and smiled, walked past them with confidence, and bent over to pick up the tattoos on the ground one by one.Then, he turned around and raised the sleeve arrow high above the heads of several people.He seemed to be hesitating as to which chest to insert first. The one lying at his feet happened to be the matchmaker.Young Master Xingyang kicked Hong Niang's body again, with a regretful expression on his face, he grabbed her by the collar, dragged her to the front, held the sleeve arrow in the other hand, and slashed at her throat. Now, there are only five of the twelve legends left. Kill the three of them, and then find a chance to kill the red line, and his mission will be completed.Perhaps, the master will forgive himself and give him freedom as promised... His smile is even stronger, as if he has seen the day when he leaves Shura Town. Just when the Xiujian was about to pierce Hong Niang's throat, her eyes suddenly opened. Young Master Xingyang was stunned, thinking he was dazzled, at this moment, a cold light flashed from Hong Niang's hand, and she stabbed Young Master Xingyang's wrist. There was a muffled pop, and blood flew across the air.Young Master Xingyang's right hand holding Xiujian was pierced by the matchmaker! The sleeve arrow in Young Master Xingyang's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his complexion suddenly changed tragically!However, he has been trained for a long time after all, under the sudden change, he was shocked but not confused, while strangling his right wrist, he retreated backwards.The matchmaker didn't pursue immediately, but stood on the ground with a faint smile.She also has a sleeve arrow in her hand - the sleeve arrow that was used to assassinate the Kunlun slave in a joint strike with Young Master Xingyang just now. The arrow feathers of the sleeve arrows were green and white, they were originally a pair, but now one fell to the ground and the other was held by Hong Niang.The two bluish-white arrow tails shone brightly in the sun, beautiful and sad, as if they were also sighing at the battle with each other. This kind of sleeve arrow is called "Shuangfei". It was originally made from the tail feathers of mandarin ducks, and it was specially cast for lovers.However, the pair of Feather Arrows who flew together just joined forces to defend against the enemy, and were stained with each other's blood again. Young Master Xingyang withdrew two zhang, barely stood still, and said in astonishment: "You..." The matchmaker was still smiling, but her smile was a bit bitter. She slowly took off the white jade crown on her head, letting down any of the black hair: "I knew you would betray me." Her voice was faint, but it revealed indescribable disappointment and sadness. The matchmaker paused for a moment, then turned the white jade crown over, and there were three gleams of cold light looming inside: "I also knew for a long time that your dirge has the power to fascinate the soul, so I put it in this fake flying feather crown." Once I fall down, these three shocking needles will automatically pop out and pierce my scalp, making your ecstasy useless." Young Master Xingyang's face became more serious: "It turns out that you have been guarding against me." He shook his head, with a fierce light in his eyes: "Why did you do this?" The matchmaker's smile was even more bitter: "I should ask you this question. Why did you betray me and our agreement?" Mr. Xingyang sneered and said: "I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be as stupid as your sister! The master is definitely not something you foolish fools can defeat. Instead of fighting uselessly with you, it is better to follow him. willingness to complete this game in Shura Town." Hong Niang laughed: "So, you want to kill all of us?" Young Master Xingyang said: "Yes, including you." His smile was a little cold: "Actually, I am also a lonely person, and I don't want to lose a companion like you. However, when only one of us can survive, I will You can only choose yourself." The matchmaker looked at him, the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly rose, and then it was frozen there: "Companion... Could it be that the companion in your heart is just a tool to relieve loneliness?" Young Master Xingyang sneered, "Yes. Loneliness is the only thing that can kill an assassin. I don't want to die too early." The matchmaker shook her head, and said with a sad smile: "I knew there would be such a day, but I hoped it would come later, it seems that I was wrong." Her eyes kept smiling, bending like a crescent moon Deeper and finally finally closed gently. At this moment, the twin flying arrows in her hand pierced like cold electricity! 〖Legendary Ability of "Kunlun Slave" During the Dali period of the Tang Dynasty, Cui Sheng, a scholar, was ordered by his father to visit Minister Yipin's condition.Yipin has a good relationship with Cui's family, and seeing Cui Sheng's jade-like appearance and elegant speech, he likes him very much, so he let him sit and talk with him.Before leaving, I asked a red-clothed princess in the family to give it to me.When the two said goodbye, Hongyi Ji raised three fingers, repeated the palm of her hand three times, pointed at the small mirror on her chest and returned with a smile.Cui Sheng didn't know what she meant.But after going back, thinking of Hong Yi Ji's voice and smile, I can't help thinking more and more, forgetting to eat and sleep.Poetry chanting: "Missing to go to the upper reaches of the top of Pengshan Mountain, Mingyu's jade girl moved her star eyes. Zhu Fei half-hidden the deep palace moon, and it should reflect the sorrow of Juzhixue Yan." A Kunlun slave named Mo Le in his family asked him why he always sighed, and Cui Sheng told him what was on his mind.Mo Le said with a smile: "It's easy to handle. Putting three fingers refers to the third court among the singers of the first rank and ten courts; repeating the palm three times is the number of fifteen, and pointing to the small mirror, it must mean the number of fifteen moons." Come at night." On the night of the fifteenth day, Mo Le made Cui Sheng put on black clothes, jumped up with his back on his back, like a bird, and came to the bed of the concubine in red.Hong Yiji was sitting alone and sighing, when she saw Cui Sheng come in, she was very pleasantly surprised.Hearing Cui Sheng talk about Mole's strangeness, he couldn't help thinking of escaping from the tiger's mouth.Cui Sheng ordered Mo Le to carry the two of them on his back, flew out of Yipin's mansion, and hid together in Cui Sheng's home.At dawn, Yipin's family discovered that Ji Hongyi had disappeared. Two years later, when Hongyi Ji went on a trip occasionally, she was recognized by Yipin's family members, and Yipin asked Cui Sheng to inquire about it, and Cui Sheng finally told the story.Because Yipin had a good relationship with Cui Sheng's father, he didn't want to blame Cui Sheng too much, but felt that Mo Le walked through the heavy house like entering a white field, and keeping him might not be a disaster, so he ordered fifty armored soldiers to arrest him.But seeing Mo Le flying out of the high wall with a dagger in his hand, it was as if he had wings.Arrows fly like rain, and none of them can hurt.In an instant, I don't know where I went.Yipin was frightened, fearing that Mo Le would come back and cause trouble, so every night he ordered his servants to guard him with swords, so that he could fall asleep.But Mo Le did not come to seek revenge. More than ten years later, someone saw Mo Le selling medicine in Luoyang, and his face remained the same as before. The Non-Smoke Case: There are thousands of stories about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, and this one is no exception.But the gifted scholar and the beautiful woman are no longer the protagonists, and the protagonists have been replaced by Kunlun slaves who seem to be ugly.This may also confirm the sentence: what is legendary is not the event, but the person. The sigh of the ancient Yamen was not relieved until the Kunlun slaves. 〗