Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Copy Red

The noon sun shines through the willow trees and pours on the faces of Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi. The two feel a sharp pain in their eyes and gradually wake up. In front of his eyes was a scene of purgatory. The body of Young Master Xingyang fell into the trap, covered with thorns and covered with various filth. The whole body of the corpse was covered with thorn marks, as if it had been severely whipped by a thorny whip, and there was no longer a single inch of intact skin.It was early autumn at that time, and the sun was shining brightly. After two days, the corpse had begun to rot, emitting a disgusting smell.

And the matchmaker knelt beside the trap.Her body was already stiff, but she still maintained a kneeling posture.A rope passed through her neck, tying her up tightly. Nie Yinniang recognized that this rope was originally used to tie up the body of Young Master Xingyang, but now it was tied to Hongniang's body. Compared to Mr. Xingyang, Hongniang's corpse was even more horrible. Her body was covered with heavy scars, and even the flesh and bones seemed to be separated from her body. It was obvious that she had experienced extremely cruel punishments before she was alive. Nie Yinniang couldn't bear to look any longer, she turned her face away: "Is this the ending Master wants?"

Liu Yi also sighed: "In Legend of Tang Dynasty, there is no plot of 'copy red', this is the story in the novel." It is one of the most famous chapters in the legends of the Tang Dynasty, but its fame may not come from the legend itself, but from the Zaju later adapted by the people of Yuan Dynasty.It tells the story of the scholar Zhang Sheng who stayed at Pujiu Temple and met the girl Cui Yingying.A gifted scholar and a beautiful woman fall in love at first sight, only hate family rules and etiquette, and cannot go on a blind date.Fortunately, Yingying's personal maid, Hongniang, went through the needles and sent letters of love.In the end, the two got what they wanted and made a private appointment for life.However, the ending of this legend was very helpless. Zhang Sheng went to Beijing to rush for the exam and never returned.After waiting for several years, Yingying had to marry someone else.

This was originally just a story of a passionate woman with a heartless heart. I don't know how many such stories have happened throughout the ages.If it weren't for Wang Shifu's later adaptation, I'm afraid this story would not be so popular.In the novel rewritten by Wang, Yingying and Zhang Sheng's love affair is revealed, and the old lady tortures the matchmaker to ask the truth of the matter.While the matchmaker was being tortured, she argued hard, and finally won a marriage contract for Zhang Sheng and Yingying.In the end, Zhang Sheng graduated from high school and married Yingying, and everyone was happy.

However, in the ending adapted by the master, the matchmaker died under the torture of the old lady. For her young lady and her young master, she was tortured to death. Nie Yinniang stared blankly at Hongniang's bloody face. Her eyes had been pierced by the shocking needle and turned into two tall and swollen blood holes. Her lips were almost completely bitten by herself. It is conceivable that she had experienced What a cruel punishment. Hong Niang's entire face was distorted, and she couldn't see her original appearance at all.But amidst the blood on her face, Nie Yinniang seemed to see that the corners of her broken mouth were slightly raised, and she seemed to still maintain that innocent smile.

This was originally her sister's smile. At the last moment of her life, when the hope of liberation finally got rid of the pain of the body, when it was too late, did she know whether she was a sister or a sister. Nie Yinniang felt a surge of sadness in her heart, she suddenly closed her eyes, unable to bear to look any further. But Liu Yi took a few steps forward, picked up a willow branch, and carefully fiddled with the scattered flesh and blood around the matchmaker, as if looking for something. Nie Yinniang couldn't help asking, "What exactly are you looking for?" Liu Yi didn't answer, and was still searching with all his heart. After a while, he turned around and said with a happy face, "This is it." What he held in his hand happened to be a fan-shaped piece of skin.

The joy on his face made Nie Yinniang a little angry, and said loudly: "We have seen her tattoos!" Liu Yi didn't care about her tone, shook his head and said, "This tattoo is not the matchmaker's." Nie Yinniang was startled: "Whose is it?" Liu Yi said: "Huo Xiaoyu." Startled, Nie Yinniang couldn't help but took two steps forward and took the tattoo from Liu Yi's hand.In the tall hall, a girl is holding a man's sleeve, her face is full of grief, her beautiful and haggard lips are slightly parted, as if she is still telling about his misfortune and her own infatuation.

This is clearly the scene where Xiaoyu berates Li Sheng in "The Story of Huo Xiaoyu". Nie Yinniang's heart was even heavier - the master still rushed to peel off the tattoo on Huo Xiaoyu's body before Huo Wang's mansion completely exploded, and then deliberately discarded it in front of their eyes. Knowing that they were looking for the hidden tattoo, she simply did it for them.Because she knew that no matter if the tattoos were in place or not, they would not be able to shake her in the slightest. This is contempt, but also provocation. The corpses of Young Master Xingyang and Matchmaker were covered in blood, lying horizontally in the bright sunlight.This hell, which should belong to the darkness, is now so ostentatiously displayed in the sunlight.

The traps they carefully arranged were finally used by her. Today, there are only three remaining in the Twelve Legends. Liu Yi, Nie Yinniang, Red Line. Who else can stop the master?Who else can escape this Shura lore? For the first time, Nie Yinniang felt despair in her heart, and there was no room for real despair. She sighed a long time, as if she couldn't stand upright, she leaned lightly on the willow tree behind her, her fingers drew deep marks on the willow tree, but her expression was extremely dull. "Give up, we lost." She uttered these few words lightly, her face turned pale to blue, but her eyes were as dim as gray, she was totally different from the Nie Yinniang who killed people while talking and laughing when they first met.

Thirteen years ago, she didn't give up on that crazy bloody night; she didn't give up on those endless assassinations over the years; Shura Town, Xie Xiaoe's painting boat filled with explosives, Ren's elusive five-element array, Huo Xiaoyu's Purgatory In the underground palace, the master tortured the matchmaker...she didn't give up. Now, in the rising sun, she can only lean on the cold willow tree, so lost and helpless. It turned out that she also had moments of giving up. For the first time, love and affection surged in Liu Yi's eyes as he looked at her. At this moment, Nie Yinniang has shed her protective armor, and she has also shed her attachment and tenacity.

At this moment, she seemed so pure—pure despair, pure weakness. At this moment, she is no longer a trustworthy and powerful partner, but just a woman trembling in front of fear, a woman who needs protection. Chaoyang dyed her pale face a little golden, despairing and sad, but it just made her appearance reveal a kind of soul-stirring beauty. Liu Yi couldn't look away for a long time, he stood barefoot on the soil soaked by morning dew, silent. It's not that he's not disappointed, it's not that he's not afraid, and he can even feel a sense of exhaustion rising from his feet, which makes him want to lie under the dense shade of trees and resign himself to fate. But he can't. He could only grit his teeth to stand up straighter. Because, now only he can give Nie Yinniang confidence, only he can support this last bit of hope. If it is said that in this inexplicable massacre, he has gained the most, that is, he feels that he is no longer alone, but has caring people and the power to protect him! It is no longer a partner, but the smallest, but also the heaviest ripple deep in my heart. At that point, it is unspeakable concern. Therefore, no matter how gloomy and desperate the future is, he cannot fall down. Liu Yi gathered his strength, took out the other ten tattoos, and spread them on the ground. The pattern is more complete, but the last piece of the hidden tattoo is still missing, and the final attribution cannot be seen—who is standing next to the woman in Huaichun in the pattern?Whose legend does this exquisite and gorgeous tattoo belong to? Liu Yi sighed, put away all the tattoos, and said to Nie Yinniang, "Let's go." Nie Yinniang raised her head, staring blankly at the noon sun, with a dazed expression: "Where are you going?" Liu Yi said: "Look for the last tattoo." Nie Yinniang was startled: "Red line?" Liu Yi looked into the distance with a bitter smile: "It's her." Nie Yinniang's voice suddenly stern: "No! She will kill you!" Liu Yi said: "Unfortunately, we have no choice now." Nie Yinniang hurriedly said: "I know!" Her voice was so loud that even she was taken aback. Her desperation made her give up her last restraint. She grabbed Liu Yi's hand tightly, swallowed her breath, and said no for a while. go down. After a long time, she whispered: "But, I don't want you to die..." Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were so helpless for the first time: "Promise me, don't leave me alone in Shura Town, and face the master alone..." Liu Yi's gaze met hers, and gradually, that little ripple also turned into waves. He held her hand firmly and said, "I promise you." The warmth slowly spread from the palms of the two, and penetrated into each other's blood. Although the whereabouts of the red line are erratic, it is not too difficult to find, because Shura Town is really not big. When Liu Yi and Nie Yinniang found her, she was sitting by the Lutou River, looking at the ever-flowing river. It's still Wenlong's sword, Wuman's high bun, still flying purple clothes, as cold as ice and snow. Behind her, there is a red maple forest, with boundless fallen leaves, rustling down. Not far away, a round of sunset reflects, which dyes the entire river red. Strong autumn colors. But her purple dress looked so abrupt and eye-catching in the crimson autumn colors. Liu Yi and Nie Yinniang walked towards the red line hand in hand, and they stopped three feet away from her. Thirty feet is already the shortest distance the two can protect themselves. Hong Xian looked sideways slightly, glanced at the two of them, but remained motionless. Liu Yi let go of Nie Yinniang's hand, let her wait for him at the same place, and then took a few steps forward alone: ​​"Are you there?" Red thread glanced at him, but didn't answer. Her hand was already on the hilt of the sword. Liu Yi looked at her, her injuries seemed to have fully recovered, and her whole body was like a long sword in her hand, radiant and perfect. Liu Yi's smile was a little relieved, but also a little bit bitter: "After the last sword strike, we have nothing to do with each other. Now I am just another legend, asking you to cooperate with us." There was a soft clang, and it was Hong Xian who was slowly drawing his sword. Liu Yi said: "You can kill us, but we are the only legend left. After killing us, the master will kill you - according to the ending of the legend." Hongxian looked at the setting sun on the river with cold eyes, and the movements of her hands did not stop.The cold sword light reflected on her face, making her pale skin almost transparent. Liu Yi said: "I know you like to fight against masters, so why don't you join us and fight against the master?" Hiss, the blade slowly pulled out of its sheath. Liu Yi said word by word: "Don't lie to yourself, the sword in your hand desires the master's blood even more!" The red threaded long sword was unsheathed, and there was a soft swish sound, and the colorful clouds in the sky seemed to be cut open by an extremely dazzling cold light. Before Nie Yinniang could cry out in surprise, the sword was already on Liu Yi's neck. Jianguang illuminated Liu Yi's face pale, but his expression did not change, he just stared silently into the red thread's eyes. In the shadow of the lake, his eyes are still so clear, just like the boy who watched the sword by the sea many years ago. Many years ago, Mu Feng lifted each other's long hair in the same way, and the bloody aura in the wind still lingered. The red-lined purple eyes are like cat's eyes, gradually changing in the setting sun, and the cold long sword lies between the two of them, like a long river that cannot be crossed. The two confronted each other like this, and after an unknown amount of time, Hong Xian suddenly withdrew the long sword in his hand and hissed, "If you win, I will join; if you lose, you will die." She is never good at words, and the most concise words express all her meanings. What she wanted was a belated showdown. If she wins, she will join the ranks of assassinating her master, if she loses, Liu Yi will die. Nie Yinniang finally couldn't bear it and rushed forward, shaking Liu Yi's shoulders hard, her voice trembling: "No, don't promise her, don't compare with her, you can't win!" Liu Yi shook his head, he didn't look at Nie Yinniang, but said to the red line: "On the shore, the outcome is decided, you are stronger than me. However, do you dare to fight me in the water?" Hongxian stared at him for a moment, and a cold smile slowly appeared on her face: "Okay." As soon as she finished speaking, her figure suddenly jumped high, and her skirt flew in the air, like a purple flower in full bloom.The water on the river was turbulent, and the purple flower fell into the depths of the autumn water in an instant. Liu Yi took a deep breath, fixed his eyes on the rustling river, gently removed Nie Yinniang's hand on his shoulder, and then jumped into the water without looking back. He didn't look into Nie Yinniang's eyes, because he was afraid that once he looked, he would never have the courage to go into the water again. The ripples on the river gradually became smaller, and finally returned to silence. The setting sun slanted across the autumn river, illuminating the reeds in the middle of the river, and the sky was full of desolation. Nie Yinniang was kneeling by the river, her hands supporting the gravel on the ground, her hair was covered with black hair, dancing wildly in the evening wind, blocking her view.The sound of the waves rippling all around, every beat was like a slap on her heart. The maple leaves danced wildly, the jade dew was withered, and Nie Yinniang's eyes were fixed on the river, but everything around her was so quiet that she was suffocated. In this battle of life and death, who will win? If Liu Yi wins, their joint efforts may not be able to win a ray of life from the master; if Liu Yi loses, then she will be left in this small town known for killing, facing the crazy red line alone, and Even more crazy masters! Nie Yinniang raised her head impressively - she absolutely cannot accept such an ending.She suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed forward a few steps. The icy river water hit her knees, which made her calm down a little. What can she do now that she is not good at water?In addition to being cumbersome or cumbersome.Nie Yinniang walked back dejectedly, and sat down on the bank with her knees hugged. For the first time she felt so useless. The cold water of the lake overflowed the eyes of the two of them. The red line sank to the bottom of the lake, Ling Xu stood on a huge canopy of water plants, the long sword was drawn obliquely, and the bewitching sword blossom formed purple clouds under the water. Her purple dress fluttered gently in the waves, like a blooming lotus.Swarms of colorful swimming fish were aroused by her murderous aura, and they frightened one after another, stirring up a rain of colorful flowers under the water. She watched Liu Yi quietly, as if she was waiting for something - according to the usual practice, she would give her opponent a chance to make a move before her lore sword. Liu Yi held his breath, opened his hands leisurely, and drew half an arc in front of his chest. The water shone brightly, his long hair spread out slowly, and his white clothes were as clean as ice and snow. A halo of light radiated from his body, as if it had illuminated the entire bottom of the lake in an instant. His appearance gradually became tall and pure, not to be looked at! Dongting Liu Yi. Perhaps, only this tiny depth of water wave is the world that truly belongs to him. This is a duel between Youhu Narcissus and Dragon Palace Prince! The purple light in the red-lined eyes gradually restrained until it became a thread and could no longer be melted away. Suddenly, Ziyun in her hand moved. Jianhua cut through layers of autumn waves, rolled up a huge tornado, and rushed down to Liu Yi! The entire bottom of the lake seemed to be boiled by a fiery long sword, and the surrounding water tribes wailed silently, fleeing in shock, but they could not help but be drawn into the tornado and be torn to pieces! Liu Yi stared at the roaring tornado, his face was very calm, his eyes flickered, but he didn't pull out the coral branch to fend off the enemy, but just waved his hands to the sides. This wave was not heavy, even the water waves around him were only slightly turbulent, and then returned to calm. There was a hint of doubt in Hong Xian's eyes—not only did his movements lack any moves, he didn't even bring internal strength at all, as if he was really just drawing large and small circles in the water with his hands at will. His movements became faster and faster, and the circles of different sizes gradually joined together and could no longer be separated. And his gaze never left her eyes. Those eyes penetrated the colorful waves, but they looked so clear, as if they wanted to filter out all the impurities and go back to the memories that had been dusty for many years. Red Line was taken aback. Haibo, Gudao, the boy in white with a faint smile. A colorful sword light, a puff of scarlet blood, a colorful emerald feather... Immediately, her rock-steady sword tip trembled unnecessarily! With a loud bang, the tornado exploded underwater! The autumn wind is whimpering, and the autumn river is bleak. Suddenly, the water rippled for a while, and a white figure rose into the sky. Liu Yi! Nie Yinniang was a little dazed in astonishment, she clenched a fist between her lips, and her vision was blurred by tears. Then. She rushed up immediately. Liu Yi also saw her. He barely gathered that familiar smile on his face, stretched out his hand again, and walked towards her. One step, two steps, just as their hands were about to touch, Liu Yi's body suddenly shook a few times. Then, he fell powerlessly. His pale fingers slipped from between her fingers, and he could no longer hold them. Nie Yinniang's body trembled, and the joy on her face suddenly turned into shock. She supported Liu Yi vigorously, and said anxiously, "What's wrong with you!" Liu Yi raised his head slowly, his face was almost bloodless, and the look in his eyes gradually faded away. Deep fear rose in Nie Yinniang's heart: She had seen this look too much—it was clearly the look of dying. "No!" Nie Yinniang hugged him violently, and was about to force her internal energy into Liu Yi's body. His body trembled violently, and then his whole body froze! Nie Yinniang lowered her head in astonishment, only to find that a long sword pierced through his body, the bloody sword tip trembled slightly, and just cut through the clothes on her chest. Standing behind Liu Yi was a red thread that was wet all over. In her icy eyes, there was a kind of crazy pleasure - just like the pleasure of a devil after devouring blood! Nie Yinniang felt that the whole world in front of her eyes had turned blood red, she seemed to hear herself let out a long and loud howl, and pushed her palms together, hitting the red line involuntarily. With a sound of swish, the red thread pulled the sword out of Liu Yi's body, and a mass of blood bloomed on the river. The bloody sword body flicked lightly on Nie Yinniang's chest, and Nie Yinniang flew out like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily on the gravel. Nie Yinniang still wanted to get up, but her chest hurt violently, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and could no longer move. The tip of the sword hung down, and the blood flowed down the dragon pattern of the sword, and sprinkled drop by drop on the gravel. The red thread walked past Nie Yinniang step by step: "I only kill one person a day." Together with the twilight, the hoarse voice resonated heartbreakingly. She never looked at Nie Yinniang again, and walked away. After an unknown amount of time, Nie Yinniang finally came to her senses. She moved step by step and came to Liu Yi.The sword passed through the body without leaving a trace of life. Liu Yi had already lost all breath, and even his body was only slightly warm. Nie Yinniang fell to the ground sadly, and it took a while before she exclaimed, as if she had just seen the most incredible and unbelievable thing! The belated exclamation was so shrill, a large flock of waterfowl flew up with their wings flying, and scattered white feathers all over the sky, like scattered flowers. The white feathers fell on Nie Yinniang's head and body. She wiped her eyes vigorously, as if she didn't believe everything in front of her eyes. However, when she let go of her hands, everything remained the same, only her beautiful eyes turned red. She staggered back a few steps, like a wounded little animal, fearfully avoiding the familiar breath of death.After a moment, he rushed forward again, shaking his shoulder desperately. However, that icy body was so heavy that it made one's heart ache, and a large swath of deathly cold air was raging, as if it wanted to freeze her heart together. Nie Yinniang's legs gave way and she fell down. There was a chaotic sound of gravel, and her knees were immediately stained with bright red blood.However, she didn't seem to be aware of it, she just got up, carefully hugged his body, and then gently pillowed it on her body. While carefully supporting his face, she untied the needle bag tremblingly, and subconsciously inserted the blood shadow needles into his acupuncture points one by one. Her eyes were extremely empty, fixed on Liu Yi's fingers. Every stitch, she inserted so hard, hoping to see a little trembling of his fingers. Even the slightest tremor. However, all this is in vain. Nie Yinniang stabbed harder each time, but his body became stiffer each time, making it difficult to penetrate. The long needle is bent like a bow, stretched to the tightest! Suddenly, Nie Yinniang struck back and pierced her body with the long blood shadow needle.The blood spurted out, and her movements were almost crazy. There were bloodstains on her arms, knees, and chest, but she still didn't stop. Until, with a snap, the long needle broke in two. The broken needle slid down her body and fell into the dust. Nie Yinniang's hands were empty, as if she was about to grab something, but she didn't grab anything.She looked up at Mu Yang, the expression on her face changed drastically from crying to laughing, but she swallowed both the laughter and tears in the end. After a long time, Nie Yinniang let go of her hand, and fell on Liu Yi, her whole body twitching. Her rationality was ordering herself not to hold back any longer and to cry, but she found that she couldn't cry no matter what. This was the first and last time she threw herself into a man's arms and wept. Although he is dead.But the body temperature that is about to pass away still reveals a touch of warmth. She loves him. In her heart, he was no longer a partner, but her beloved man. only. During the twenty-three years of assassination, the only man who walked into his life. Like the occasional sunlight in the dark attic, although it is a glimpse, it has dispelled the darkness and loneliness that have accumulated in the building for many years. "I'm Liu Yi, so I'm here to deliver the book." The smile is still in my ears, but that ray of sunshine has been lost forever. Once lost, there will be no more. She watched him with cruel lucidity, and she knew that her first and last love was dying and would never return. Why, why can't I cry tears? She smiled miserably and stroked his face, which was close at hand. The setting sun illuminated his handsome face with a moving brilliance.His long hair was loose, fluttering with the wind in the mottled light and shadow, his face was as pale as paper, but stained with bloodstains, like a winter plum blooming on the snow. Dongting Liu Yi, the boy in white who lived and died with her in Shura Town... In recollection, his gentle smile seems to have not cooled down.Everything is over. She trembled, hugged Liu Yi tightly, and sat on the blood-stained gravel beach, letting the sobbing night wind chill her heart little by little. Mu Feng swallowed quietly, and he didn't know how long it had passed. Perhaps, she finally understood that her own body temperature could no longer warm that stiff body. So, she seemed to have the strength to stand up. She found a slightly higher place on the edge of the maple forest, dug a shallow pit, and put Liu Yi in it.She picked up some fallen maple leaves and covered Liu Yi's body. The maple leaves became thicker and thicker, but the handful of soil in her hand was picked up and put down, picked up again, and put down again. In the legend, the humble gentleman who passed on the righteousness of the dragon girl, the boy in white who once held a doll and stood barefoot in front of his door, in the end, he held a handful of loess in his hands, covered it up, buried it, that's all... The mound was built higher and higher, and finally this hasty tomb was completed. Until then, Nie Yinniang couldn't help but burst into tears, and it was out of control.She threw herself on the grave, crying loudly, as if she was about to vomit out her own heart.With her ten slender fingers, she kept digging on the grave she had just buried, carving out deep marks, as if she wanted to wake up the dead from the kingdom of the underworld. Crying until her voice was hoarse and exhausted, she actually fell asleep in the maple forest. The moonlight is like snow. The mournful flute sounded again, but Nie Yinniang didn't feel the slightest bit. A black shadow, like a night ghost, appeared under the moonlight. The shadow walked past Nie Yinniang, stopped for a moment, and suddenly raised his hand, the tomb that had just been built on the mound split open from it.