Chapter 27 Extra chapter enshrined

I chose Bu Feiyan as my name, not because I like "The Legend of Feiyan" in Tang Chuanqi, but because I promised someone to rewrite this legend for him. My father was a failure, kind, cautious, and a little pedantic.Due to the long-term failure, the idea of ​​fame gradually faded, and under the recommendation of the elders in the clan, he went to a distant relative's house to be a teacher.That relative was a great official and treated our family with courtesy. Not only did my brother and I have no worries about food and clothing, but we could also study and practice calligraphy with the young lady. Looking back, this was the happiest day in my life.I thought that my whole life would be like this.Unexpectedly, when I was twelve years old, everything changed.

A relative who was an official was involved in a serious case of rebellion for some reason, and was sentenced to copy and behead all the families, implicating the entire family.My family happens to be among the nine clans. On the day of the beheading of two hundred people, the entire execution ground was stained red with blood, and there were piles of unrepentant heads, including my parents' heads.Because my brother and I escaped the death penalty because we were young, we were only confiscated as slaves. To this day, I still have the crimson brand of the word slave on my arm.Over the years, I've learned countless ways to get rid of this imprint, but I don't.Even, no matter how much respected status I have in the future, I will never hide this brand in front of people.Because this imprint, which is exactly the same as that of my younger brother, is the only memory left for me during that period of time.Every time I see it, I think of the days when my brother and I hugged each other and cried.

We were sold several times and went to a military officer's mansion.I have to work from early morning to late night every day, and I have been beaten so much. At night, I don’t even have the energy to cry. If it wasn’t for my brother, I think I would have been nothing but a pile of dry bones. I just couldn’t leave him and let him Left alone in this desolate world, I swear that I will protect him till the end. However, in winter, my five-year-old brother fell ill.His whole body was so hot that he fell into a coma for a while and woke up for a while.When he woke up by accident, he grabbed my hand tightly and said to me: "Sister, take me home..."

In order to give my younger brother a chance, I risked the death penalty and escaped with him.He and I hid in the mountains and spent a whole year eating and sleeping in the open and drinking blood. In order to treat him, I tasted every kind of herbal medicine in the mountain like a dragon tastes all kinds of herbs. Several times, my whole body was hot, my stomach hurt like a twist, and I lay alone in the mountain stream.I looked at the infinitely high sky, and prayed again and again to God to let me escape. I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of dying before my brother. Thank God I survived, and my brother survived his sixth birthday, albeit with bouts of illness.

In winter, when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, I covered him with the last cold clothes I had on my body, hugged him tightly, and shivered all night in the depths of the cave.The wild fruits on the mountain were all withered, so I climbed down the mountain to steal unfinished radishes from the farmers' fields.Because of those frozen radishes, I was chased and bitten by vicious dogs several times, and I was caught in a hunting trap once, and my ankle was almost broken... In this way, we survived each other.However, when spring came, his body became weaker and weaker.His black and soft hair is constantly falling out, and every time I comb his hair, a lot of it will fall out of my hands.Knowing a little about medical skills, I understand that I can't keep him for long.So while weeping secretly, I collected these hairs one by one and buried them under the big tree at the entrance of the cave.

I feel sadly that I am burying him little by little. The dampness in the mountains made his originally smooth skin covered with ringworm. I took out the poor cotton wool from the jacket, dipped it in herbs and cleaned it for him... Every time, he cried and said to me: "Sister, it hurts." Each of his cries ripped my heart back, but there was nothing I could do. In the summer of the second year, his cold attacks became more and more frequent, and every time he would convulse all over his body.Seeing his delicate face distorted by illness time and time again, watching his fair skin turn gray day by day, watching his plump arms become thinner day by day, I was in pain.

Once I picked him up suddenly and ran like crazy in the mountain stream.I even had a faint hope in my heart that some piece of gravel under my feet would suddenly collapse, and I would fall off the cliff with him like this, so that I would be free from the pain and suffering of poverty forever, just like this, my body would be smashed into pieces, flesh and blood would be fused together, and we would never be separated again... When I hugged him and stood on the cliff, the morning sun illuminated both of our bodies, I looked at the gorgeous morning glow, knelt down deeply, and prayed to the unknowable god, with my ten thousand times of death, Change his life once.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and his chaotic eyes suddenly became clear, and he said to me: "Sister, tell me a story, okay?" This is the first sentence he has spoken since he was in a coma for three days. I was very pleasantly surprised, thinking that it was my piety that moved God, and released him from the gate of hell to continue to accompany me.I later learned that, or that time, he had died.God gave him the days to come, just to tell me my future mission through his mouth... I searched my brains and told him the stories I read from the book one by one.I still thank fate for allowing me to accidentally see the set of "Taiping Guangji" in my father's room.So those legends about the past and the moon, those grotesque worlds, are all carefully brewed into potions by me to appease my brother's heart that is tortured by illness.

In the next few months, my brother became very quiet and obedient.He fell asleep most of the time, and once he woke up, he would open his clear eyes and listen quietly to me telling the legends written by the Tang people. Among them, thirteen legends are his favorite, "Pei Hang", "Nie Yinniang", "Red Thread Biography", "Ren's Biography", "Xie Xiaoe Biography", "Huo Xiaoyu Biography", "Nanke Prefect Biography", "Li Wa Biography" ", "Wushuang Biography", "Liu Yi Biography", "Kunlun Slave", "Feiyan Biography".

He listened to these legends over and over again. One day, he told me that he actually only liked the first twelve legends. The name of "Feiyan Biography" is very good, but he doesn't like the content. I really wish I could go back to the Tang Dynasty and let the author of that legend write It rewrites once. I laughed and said to him, brother, one day, I will rewrite it for you... Every time he hears me say that, he can't help but laugh. The younger brother's smile at that time was as moving as the bright moon. However, the good times didn't last long, and one day I discovered to my horror that after a high fever, he could no longer hear or speak.The illness cruelly blocked his only channel to relieve the pain!

After waking up, he looked straight at me, there was no pain in his eyes, but full of hope. I know that he hopes that I can save him. This frail six-year-old boy endured the pain that adults cannot bear, and gave the hope of life to his only sister.He wants, he trusts, he expects me to release him from his pain, but there is nothing I can do. I know that he still wants to hear my story, although he can't hear anything. So, I removed the only jacket and made some dolls.I didn't think about what will happen next winter, because I know that he can't wait for winter! The faces of the dolls were covered with a layer of white cloth. I used burnt charcoal to draw legendary characters on them, and then used them to perform silent romances for my brother.After performing one story, I washed off the charcoal on the white cloth and painted the characters from another legend. He's always watching me perform and laughing foolishly.From his smile, I knew that at this moment, his soul escaped from the torment of illness and returned to the world of grotesques and fairy tales.I also understood for the first time that my legend is so wonderful that it can make my younger brother forget his illness for a while. For this, I sincerely thank the people who wrote these legends. In my heart, you are greater than the man who created all material civilization. I would have liked to play a lifetime legend for my younger brother.However, even this wish is such a luxury. One day, I accidentally discovered that his eyes began to take on a cat-like transparent color, like two gems that had fallen into the mortal world. It was so beautiful, but it also made me feel heartbroken. I know that he will gradually lose his last vision. Fate is so cruel, it doesn't take away the person I love most one at a time, but cuts him apart, and then steals it from my arms little by little. It has taken away his soft hair, fair skin, plump arms, and will take away his ears, his voice, and his eyes! I hugged my younger brother who didn't know where he was, tears rolling down my face. I no longer blame fate.Instead, I secretly found the clip that had pinched me before, and carefully polished it into a dagger. Every night, in the mountains far away from my brother, I sharpen this dagger very thinly and very quickly. Yes, I don't want my brother to suffer too much. For this, I will kill him with my own hands. I would rather bear the pain of killing my relatives than let the illness turn my beautiful and intelligent younger brother into a stone that cannot speak, hear, or see, but I have to suffer all the pain in the world sadly. On the third day of his coma, I hid the dagger behind my back and came to him.He seemed to feel something, suddenly woke up from the coma, opened his eyes and looked at me.His originally pitch-black eyes had become translucent, like two pieces of transparent glass.His consciousness gradually became clear, and he moved the corner of his mouth and smiled at me. At that moment, the dagger in my hand fell to the ground with a clang. I can't kill him.As long as he is alive for a moment, he is my younger brother, no matter what he becomes, he is also my dearest brother.I want to keep him, even for a day, a moment, a minute, a second! Just when I couldn't cry, he raised his hand with difficulty and drew a circle in front of my eyes.Then with a forced smile, he handed the empty circle to his mouth. I stared blankly, following his gaze. The frost-like moonlight quietly flows over the rocks at the entrance of the cave.On the blue sky, a full moon like a silver disk streams and shines. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. On the Mid-Autumn Festival of what year and what month, my brother and I sat on the laps of our parents, looking at the sky divided into squares by the courtyard wall, looking at the silvery full moon in the sky, and handing mooncakes to each other's lips. I looked at his slightly flushed face, knowing that this was the last flashback.I want to fulfill this last wish for him.So, after putting him to sleep, I went down the mountain for the first time in two years. When the night was darkest, I rushed to Wufang City.The people in Wufang City were silent, only Wanhua Alley was still brightly lit.I walked towards the tallest and most magnificent building of them all.Dozens of fragrant cars and BMWs are parked downstairs, which is the prosperity that I have missed for many years.Several nursing homes were sleepy, patrolling downstairs. I was in rags and looked like a beggar.But what I was begging for was not money, but just a few pieces of mooncakes left over from benefactors.They laughed after hearing this, and one of them looked at me maliciously and said, if I want to eat, there are only two ways, one is to grab it, and the other is to wash it and go to the cheapest Ruyifang at the end of the alley to make it Business, but you have to buy a decent outfit first. I gritted my teeth and touched the dagger in my arms over and over again, but in the end I didn't do it, but obediently went to the end of the alley. Not to do "business", but to grab. I hid in the shadow of the flower sign at the end of the alley, patiently waiting for the passing guests.I don't feel guilty in my heart, because the people who come to Wanhua Lane are definitely not good people.What's more, for my younger brother's dying wish, even if I am a good person, I would not hesitate to stab him with a knife. Not long after, a burst of dust rose, and an unusually gorgeous carriage came from the depths of the night.Every horse is white and dazzling, like a dragon, not comparable to the ordinary horses downstairs. I know that the person in the car is more expensive than a prince, and it is definitely not something a girl like me can afford to provoke.However, my brother's glazed eyes gave me the courage of a secret demon, and I rushed towards the carriage... Unfortunately, courage and strength are two different things.I was quickly caught by the servants and kicked and punched me.Fists rained down, and I tried my best to protect my face, because I didn't know how much vision my brother had left, and I didn't want him to see my bloody face. During the fight, a rag doll on my chest that I hadn't finished drawing rolled out and fell into the dust.Just when my whole body was going numb, the car curtain opened. The person in the car picked up the doll on the ground and said to me, "Did you draw this?" His voice was a little surprised, and I looked up. In the moonlight, I could see the man's face clearly.That was the first time I saw such a gentle and handsome man.I subconsciously nodded. The man smiled lightly and said, "The painting is very good, are you willing to sell it to me?" I was stunned, knowing for the first time that painting can not only heal wounds, but also exchange money. I asked with some trepidation, how much money do you give me, can I buy a moon cake? He smiled, took out a piece of silver and put it in my hand: "You can buy all the mooncakes in the store." I was also born in a well-to-do family, so of course I knew the value of this ingot of silver, and I couldn't help being dumbfounded at the time—a rag doll that was daubed on it was worth so much money? Seeing that I didn't believe it, he smiled and said, "I didn't buy your paintings because of sympathy, but because you are a genius in painting. With a little training, your paintings will be more than ten times their current value." He asked me to hold out my hand. I thought he was going to give me money, so I quickly stretched it out. Unexpectedly, he just held my hand, looked at it gently for a while, wiped the blood on it for me, and then wiped it from my waist. Untie a seal and print it on the back of my hand. He said, if I want to live the most noble life, I should go to Xilu Academy of Painting to study painting, and this seal is my entry certificate. Then, he and his carriage drove away. I was stunned on the ground for a while, thinking that I was having a dream.Only the heavy silver in my hand told me what happened just now.Then I knocked on the door of Yixiangzhai Pastry Shop. The boss was very angry at me for disturbing me late at night, but when he saw the money in my hand, he also smiled.When he saw the seal on my hand, he couldn't help exclaiming. I learned from him that the most famous painting academy in the world is the Xilu Painting Academy, and Fei Yi, the most famous painter of the Xilu Painting Academy, is the owner of this seal.All ministers, ministers and ministers are proud of hanging his paintings in the hall.Feiyi seldom paints for others, so every time a painting is born, everyone will ask for ten thousand gold. Although the non-clothing painter does not tend to the rich and powerful, he is romantic and handsome. Every year, he will set foot in the world of mortals and paint a picture for the new oiran.And he came to Wufang City to take a photo of Qiuluan, the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, and the newest oiran of the eighteen provinces, but I happened to bump into him. This is a legendary story, but I didn't have much interest in listening to it at the time.I just hurriedly filled my backpack with the most expensive mooncakes, rented a horse from the boss, and rushed back to the small cave where we lived. The moon has not set yet, it is still so round and so bright.only…… However, when I hugged him again, his body was only slightly warm. Under the cold moonlight, I hugged his young body tightly, trembling uncontrollably, but couldn't cry out. The nails of his little hands were full of mud, which showed how painfully he had struggled at the last moment.He was half leaning out of the cave, as if the cave that shielded us from the wind and rain was his shackles, and he wanted to use his last strength to escape. I know that he wants to find me, that he can see his sister again and see the legendary picture I drew for him in the most painful time. However, when he hurt the most and needed me the most, I was not by his side. Fate is so cruel that I won't allow me to see him for the last time. Perhaps I should not blame this fate. The world is so big, and the cycle of reincarnation is so wide, it at least made my younger brother come to me and spent the happiest and most painful time with me; it at least let us linger in the mountains and forests, let me take care of him alone, and have him for two full years In the end, it didn't completely take away my brother's eyesight. When he left, he still looked at the full moon in the sky with his eyes open. I know that at the last moment of his life, he must have seen the pictures I drew for him, those flowers before the moon and under the moon. legend of... I buried the rest of the dolls and the full package of mooncakes in the depths of the cave with him, and then knelt in front of his grave, not eating, drinking, or moving, for two days and two nights. For some reason, during these two days and nights, I did not shed a single tear. Then, I packed my bags and headed down the mountain. Looking at the mountains that are getting farther and farther away, I made an oath in my heart: Brother, I will draw the most beautiful legend and let your beloved story continue.Otherwise, I will follow you to that abyss, and continue to tell you with my soul made of bones. I ate and slept in the open, and found the Xilu Art Academy a hundred miles away.But Feiyi painter is not in the courtyard. It is said that he has traveled to the five mountains.With the carefully preserved fuzzy red seal on the back of my hand, I successfully entered the painting academy. I understand that everyone in the painting academy despises me from the bottom of their hearts, because in their hearts, I am just a little beggar who accidentally made good luck.I can understand the contempt in everyone's eyes, but I didn't immediately show my painting skills in front of people. Instead, I learned all painting techniques humbly and practiced every night until early morning. Three years later, I knew that my painting skills had been mastered, and I was just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to make a big splash. It coincided with the 300th birthday celebration of the Academy of Painting, and the director of the Academy of Painting ordered his disciples to repaint the wall in front of the main hall. They asked seven of the best painters in the academy to create a long scroll for the century-old Academy of Painting as the treasure of the town. , has been passed down through the ages.But they waited bitterly, and no one dared to write, because they still wanted to wait until the return of the non-cloth painter who traveled to the five mountains in the fairyland, to paint the first strokes of this long scroll. They didn't wait for Feiyi painter.In fact, since then, no one has seen him again. It is rumored that he has obtained the Dao and passed away as a fairy. It was me they were waiting for. When the sun rose the next day, there was a long scroll of twelve pictures on the powder wall—twelve legends of the Tang Dynasty. Those are the twelve most beloved legends of my younger brother, the legends I drew by myself. Everyone froze in the court as if struck by a thunderbolt.People went from being at a loss, to stunned, to thunderous applause, to tears in their eyes.That's how I became famous. Those brothers who despise me the most can only watch me ascend to the throne of the second painter of Xilu Academy of Painting.Since then, they have watched my long scroll repeatedly under the scorching sun, under the bright moon, and in the heavy rain. They were so jealous but helpless, they could only sigh why God did not allow such a masterpiece to be born in their own hands. Only I know how that painting was born.It not only coagulates my hard work, but also the life of my brother who is only six years old.That night, every stroke I made seemed to be engraved on his fragile life. Yes, I am like this, engraving him into eternity with one stroke. Although I have been recognized by the painting academy, the outside world still has more or less doubts about me.There are not many people who ask me to paint. Although the dream of being rich and powerful has hoped, it has not yet been realized. At this time, another opportunity came.Due to the departure of Feiyi painter, the task of sketching for the new oiran fell on me.This year's oiran girl, Gefan, is astonishing as a heavenly being, more beautiful than Qiuluan, but also has a bigger temper.She refused to see me, but waited wholeheartedly for Feiyi to come back.After waiting for a long time without hope, she also secretly found other painters, but the works she drew were torn apart at a glance. She even declared in despair that no one in the world could duplicate her beauty, except Feiyi. So I took out all my savings at the time, disguised myself as a guest, and went to meet her.I only took one look at her, then buried myself in the painting. I drew a silhouette. It looks like the silhouette of Ge Fan.Only I know that that beautiful silhouette does not belong to Ge Fan, but to a legendary man thousands of years ago. The legend is out of reach, but it is also everyone's dream.To paint the mortal fireworks girl as a fairy, let her live in the legend. Thousands of years ago, the legend of the Tang Dynasty, the immortal character of the legendary person, with an irresistible charm, made Gefan's beauty, which must be unimaginable beauty. As expected, when the painting was finished, Gefan glanced at it lightly, and couldn't help exclaiming. She didn't care about being reserved anymore, and rushed to my side.I kept my composure, slowly raised the candle, and asked her to examine it carefully.As the candle shadow swayed, she was amazed and admired all the way. At this time, my hand tilted slightly, and a drop of candle tears fell on the eyes of the person in the painting. Gefan exclaimed again and again with heartache, and quickly and carefully scraped away the candle tears.I smiled behind her. The beauty of Gefan lies in the fact that the color of the eyes is lighter than that of ordinary people, and the water vapor in them is like melting ice in a spring pool, which is indescribable and even more difficult to describe.However, this drop of candle tears, after wiping off, will just lighten the background color of the painting, and after soaking through the rice paper, it will leave a faint trace, which is just a vivid portrayal. Since then, no one has doubted that I am the unique painter today. Maybe many years later, a painter can imitate my technique of dripping wax; even, he can imitate my brush and ink skills, but he cannot imitate my heart. Because, every time, I draw the characters as if they were legends. I have found the most suitable Legend of Tang for each character in my works, so that they can wash away their vulgarity and bring the color of legend, so it has a unique meaning. I gradually became a famous painter all over the country, and even Feiyi's name was gradually forgotten because of my rise. When I had enough money, I reburied my brother.The six-inch-thick gold coffin, the two-foot-two silver outer coffin, rare and rare treasures, were buried with countless people. I began the most glorious years of my life.Fine clothes, fine food, nice cars and BMWs are all within my reach.However, my extravagant and ostentatious behavior, as well as my inhuman and arrogant personality almost brought me a fatal disaster. The beloved daughter of the elder of the Tianluo Sect is my crazy admirer.Without telling her father, she traveled thousands of miles to come to the painting academy just to see me.At that time, I was extremely unwilling to deal with people in the Jianghu, so I had to hide early. When I came back, I found her dead body in the room. I know someone framed me, but I can't argue with it. The girl was tortured to death, and the methods were so cruel that the public was outraged.The Tianluo Sect dispatched almost all the masters to take my head within seven days.In order to survive, I can only abandon my good life and hide in the mountains again. However, this time was different from the past. Those martial arts masters who had disappeared without a trace quickly found my trace.I was pushed over the cliff again. I remember that this is exactly the cliff that I came to with my brother in my arms many years ago. Since everything is God's will, why not end here. I laughed and jumped down, because at that moment, I seemed to see my brother on the other side of the cloud, waiting for me with a smile. All the prosperity, suffering, and happiness were over. The funny thing is, I didn't die.When I woke up from the thick vines, I found that I was lucky enough to meet another legend. There is no one in the valley, and it seems that no one has set foot in it for a hundred years. Deep in a small cave on the cliff, I found a tomb of a sword fairy in Tang Dynasty.A sword and several books were left inside. The name of the sword is Tianhe.Title Legend. I don't know the surname of this sword fairy, but all the relics are engraved with the word "铏". I have lived in this valley for seven full years.Painting on the cliff, practicing swords under the moonlight. In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the seventh year, my sword was finally able to live up to its name, hanging upside down from the valley like a river of heaven. So, I split the tunnel at the bottom of the valley and walked out. When I was twenty-four years old, I was reborn for the second time, from a world-renowned painter to a world-class swordsman. So I had wealth, fame, status, everything again. A year later, I confronted the leader of the Tianluo Sect with the Tianhe Sword.Although it ended in a tie, no one in the world dares to challenge me. Except for one person. It was an old man with white hair.He knew that he was not my opponent, but he still invited me to a decisive battle.I didn't want to kill him, but the sword in my hand felt his desperate killing intent, so the sword turned into a rainbow and pierced into his chest. That was my first kill.I found out later that he was the girl's father. He firmly believed that I was the murderer, and would rather fight to the death than allow the enemy to go unpunished. The moment I pulled the long sword out of his body, I suddenly understood him.Understand his love for his daughter. If someone kills my younger brother, I will desperately avenge him, no matter if I am a master with the Tianhe sword, or the little girl with a rusty dagger in my back.Our hearts are the same. I suddenly felt that what I killed was not a person, but my own past, the last bit of conscience in my heart. I lay down in the blood and couldn't stop vomiting.Since then, I have never wanted to fight anyone again.People in the Jianghu are always powerful and respectful, killing people is just a common thing, but who knows, how much of the justice behind this killing is true? During that time, I was the most depressed day. I was immersed in self-blame for myself and endless thoughts for my brother. I hid in the attic and was so drunk that I couldn't paint or practice swords. However, the god of fate cannot condone me to kill myself like this.Because of the mission it entrusted to me, I'm far from done. One day, when I was a little awake, I received an invitation from Xuanji Valley.Xuanji Valley is the most prestigious mechanism-making genre in the world, and the owner of Xuanji Valley is the only mechanism master in the world. The owner of the valley said that he saw the portraits I drew for Gefan many years ago, and was impressed by my painting skills, but Gefan back then was far from the most beautiful woman in the world, and I used the best painting skills to describe such a mediocre Vulgar fans, it is really regrettable.And there is a real beauty in Xuanji Valley, I hope I can paint for her, so that her beauty, like my painting skills, will be passed down through the ages. At that time, I couldn't even hold a paintbrush because I was drunk all day long. But in the end I still struggled to pack up and go to the legendary Xuanji Valley to meet this peerless beauty. The most beautiful scenery in the world, the most beautiful person, has a secret magic attraction to every painter. Although my body has been eroded by fine wine, my heart is still rippling with the blood of the painter. I was sitting in the main hall of Xuanji Valley, and countless beauties in beautiful clothes shuttled back and forth to serve me, each of them was extraordinarily gorgeous, more beautiful than Gefan, however, none of them were real people, they were just mechanism puppets. I am looking forward to the first beauty in the legendary valley. Master Xuanji invited me into the inner room.He sat across from me with a wooden mask on his face.The ink-colored cloak made him look solemn and majestic, but the eyes behind the mask were so gentle, like flowing water, which made my restless heart gradually calm down. We stared at each other for a long time without speaking. This is the only way geniuses look at each other. The moonlight at midnight flows between us like a silent river. After a long time, he gently took off his mask and said with a smile: "The so-called number one beauty in Xuanji Valley is me." I was startled, yes, you don't have to be a woman to be called the most beautiful woman in the world. The moonlight fell on him at that time, illuminating his features. I almost fainted in the hall in surprise. True, he was very handsome.However, it wasn't his beauty that shocked me, but because he looked so much like my younger brother. At that moment, I almost doubted that he did not die, but escaped the pursuit of death, grew up in a certain gloomy valley, and now he is a young man facing the wind, but he played a prank on his sister once again. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Impossible, I saw him die with my own eyes.He also buried him with his own hands. Seven years ago, I reburied him.Under the eyes of everyone, that unparalleled painter and celebrity respected by thousands of people collapsed in the filthy soil, crying heartbreakingly, picking up his young bones one by one... Seven years later, that cold feeling is still between my fingers. At this time, he smiled at me: "I don't know if such a face can impress you and paint for me?" I bit my lips tightly, letting the hot blood in my heart cool down, and said in a low voice: "There is no other face more worthy of my writing. You should thank God for giving you such a face." He smiled faintly: "We should all thank God. He gave us talent, wealth, strength, glory, and everything. He can easily achieve us, and he can easily destroy us. The more we stand on the peak People should be more in awe, shouldn't they?" I nodded slightly.What he said is what I want to say, we are the same kind of people. He smiled again: "Can we make a bet before we start writing—use your painting, and my doll. See whose work is closer to the mystery of heaven and earth, and who is the unparalleled genius in this world." .” I looked at him and became interested: "Where's the bet?" He smiled: "The bet is you and me. The one who loses will worship the other party as his teacher and be his slave for life." I was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer. He stared at me, and said word by word: "There is only one true genius, and other people should give up everything about themselves and assist him to complete the greatest work, shouldn't they?" I sneered: "This is a very good reason, but I can see other reasons from your eyes." I said softly: "Don't lie to me, because we are the same people." He stared at me, his clear eyes were like the moonlight on an autumn night, as if he wanted to see through me. He nodded slowly, and said: "I have a childhood sweetheart, her name is Shan'er. She is beautiful, lovely, and extremely intelligent. She is the jewel in the palm of her parents' eyes. Originally, she could live happily, but when she was fifteen years old... , but admired the last painter. So she secretly left home and traveled thousands of miles alone to find this painter... She died in this painter's room, and her death was horrible." My gaze also turned cold: "You also believe that I am the murderer?" He shook his head slowly: "I don't believe all the rumors, and I won't believe your excuses. I only believe in your works. As the creator of a perfect mechanism, I must be sincere to my mechanism, and you must also be sincere to Your paintbrush." His gentle expression became serious: "Therefore, what I want to see is your painting." "Under my watchful eyes, if you have the slightest bit of guilt in your heart, you will definitely not be able to win against me. If you lose, I will immediately reverse the entire hub of the hall, burn everything together, and avenge her. Every mechanism here can affect countless people. Explosives, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is impossible to escape." He didn't speak anymore, just gently spread his hands, inviting me to join this gamble. I nodded.No one can refuse this bet, just as no one can refuse fate. I tried to pick up the pen in front of me, but the long-term alcoholism had destroyed the feeling of my wrist, and my hand holding the pen was shaking uncontrollably, and the ink dripped and smudged the rice paper. He looked at me quietly, as if waiting, waiting for me to blame myself, throw away the paintbrush, and confess my crime. I can't show weakness, because I have a clear conscience. I overturned the teacup on the table, then dipped my fingers in the water stains and stained the table. He silently watched me finish the painting, speechless for a long time. The moonlight in the hall was silent, and even each other's breathing could be heard so clearly. Finally, it was his long sigh that broke the silence, and he said: "I lost, I can't come up with a doll comparable to you." I couldn't see any joy of victory on my face, I just looked at him coldly and said, "You already knew the result, didn't you?" He smiled again, this time with an extremely relaxed smile: "Yes, I actually didn't believe that those peerless paintings could come from the hands of a murderer. The moment you put pen to paper, it just proved my speculation." I took a deep breath, "Why did you do that?" A moon-like smile appeared on his face exactly like that of my younger brother: "Do you believe it? Last night, I dreamed of Shan'er, and she told me that the meaning of my life lies in making offerings. She said that her offerings will be returned It was over before it started, and she asked me to continue her life. I didn't understand the meaning of her words, but after seeing you, I suddenly realized." He paused, and said word by word: "Because you are a legend, I want to enshrine to you my respect for the gods and Shan'er's unfinished love." I looked at him, and his words were so decisive that they were not negotiable.I can't help being speechless for a while. But he stood up and spread his hands to me: "That's why I invited you here. I know you don't want to get along with others. In this valley, there are only puppets besides me. They can be used by you, but Will never bother you. You are free to paint your legend with all your energies." --legend. I chewed these two words repeatedly, and those broken pieces suddenly ran through my mind, and I suddenly understood something. Isn't my life going too smoothly? When I was poor and destitute, Feiyi painter sent me money; when I was hunted down, the sword fairy named Ciao left me with superb martial arts; when I blamed myself, lonely,思念而陷入绝境的时候，命运，又给我送来了让我与世隔绝的玄玑谷，和一个长得和我弟弟一模一样的男子，陪伴我，帮助我！ 命运给予了我这么多，那它要的到底又是什么？ 它要我为它做什么？ 我早该想到的。非衣，其实是一个裴字，是一个姓氏，铏，是一个名字。裴铏，是唐人，是最早的一部传奇集的作者。自他之后，所有传奇都因而得名。 世间或者根本没有一个叫做非衣的画师，也没有一个以铏为名的剑仙，这一切，不过是神明在提醒我的使命——他给了我一切，不过是引诱我出卖自己的糖果，他是要借我的手、我的心，描画出一部伟大的传奇。 我无心接过他的糖果，承诺了一个交易。而后就成了他的奴隶，永远呕心沥血，不惜一次次承受分娩般的剧痛，为他创造出灿烂的作品。 这就是他要的供奉。 The gods of art are so kind.他让那些和我一样，一无所有、心中充满伤痕的孩子们，能够有一天高居人上，用无尽的繁华和无边的赞叹来抚慰自己受伤的心灵。 However, he is also so vicious that he wants you to repay his kindness with your whole life. 而是我订下的，不可逃离的契约。 于是，我尊重了神谕，和玄玑谷主人一起居住在谷中。玄玑谷中整整一年的静思让我想通了一件事。 神明既然用裴铏的名字来告谕我，就意味着，他要我创造的，决不是对唐传奇的模仿，而是一个崭新的超越唐人旧作的传奇。 于是，终于有一天，我烧掉了自己画过的所有传奇，因为我明白，用笔画下去，无论如何也不能超越传奇本身。 我要用更重的笔来写。 我创造了一个刺客组织，它的名字，就叫做传奇。 传奇由十二位刺客组成，每一位，都以传奇中人为名。 王仙客、红线、聂隐娘……那位玄玑谷的主人，也是我第一个弟子，被命名为霍小玉。 而我自己，叫做步非烟。 我选用这个名字的原因，不是喜欢唐人的《非烟传》，而是我曾承诺了我弟弟，要为他重写这篇传奇。 我精心培养着我的传奇们，一如多年前在白纸上精心描摹、设定着每一个人物的形象、衣饰。直到他们都成为天下最优秀的刺客。 我知道，将他们都绘入一部长卷中，演出一幕超越十二名篇的传奇，这就是我的使命。 十年来，我一遍遍思考着属于他们的结局。 我将玄玑谷地界渐渐扩大，变为一个小镇。然后在镇中种上了五色桃林，修起了山神庙，我为每一个传奇，准备好他们独特的道具。 那是一卷卷珠玉锦绣的传奇，那是一幅幅巧夺天工的画卷，那是一曲曲哀感顽艳的悲歌。 但我迟迟不肯动手，因为那些结局太过惨烈，我不愿意让他们——那些我心爱的孩子们，走上这供奉的祭坛。 又或者，我在玄玑谷中生活的日子太过逍遥，我宁愿沉醉在这庸常的幸福中。 我拥有了传奇，也找回了心爱的弟弟。虽然他现在有了另外一个名字，但我知道他是我的弟弟，他全心全意地陪伴我，照料我，再也不会离开。 我心中暗自希望，这个结局能来得更晚一点。 然而，神明却已经等不及了。 它迫不及待，要收获他的供奉，要看到传奇的结局。 于是，有一天，我亲手培育的一位传奇，为了自由而行刺我。 她的名字叫做红娘。 而她的毒药，将借那个和我弟弟一样的男子，刺入我的体内。 红娘将牵肌丹的七种成分，分别放入深山中七处泉眼中。 当时，我修炼服食之术，于是霍小玉为我造了一组特殊的偶人，她们以七仙女为外形，身后有羽翼，能在深山峻谷中自由飞翔。 七仙女每日分别从这七道泉眼中打一碗水，煮成一壶香茶。他说，只有这样，泉水甘苦五味才能调和到完美无缺的地步。 这是他拜我为师后少有的，炫耀自己才能的机会。 七种泉水，每一种都是无毒的，就算混合在一起，也要按照独特的顺序，才能化为毒药，而且分量微乎其微，就算小玉偶尔为我尝药，也是察觉不出的。所以，三月之后，我才发现，我已经中毒。 牵肌丹之毒，天下决无解法。从那日起，我全身肌肉将逐渐收缩，直到还原成一个十岁左右的孩子，然后暴血而死。 红娘的潜心刺杀，却在霍小玉的无心之过中，突破了我所有的防线。让我的身体，在剧痛中渐渐收缩，总有一天，将我变为一具冰冷的尸体。 我并没有特别的愤怒，也没有特别的悲伤。我知道，这是神明对我的提醒。 提醒我将传奇的结局提前上演。 霍小玉，就是传奇的序幕。 那一夜，我击断了他的脊柱，让他再也不能站立，再也不能离开。 然后，我刺瞎了他的双眼。 昏迷中，他浴血的脸依旧清俊无比，似乎还在无言地对我微笑着。我这样做，只是不想让他看到我逐渐萎缩的身躯。 在他的心中，我永远是完美的传奇，无论我怎样对待他。 我看着掌心的血痕，为自己的残忍颤栗。 我不知道我在做什么。 有那么一刻，我甚至想要放弃这些关于传奇的幻想，冲上前去，紧紧抱住他，为他疗伤，然后照顾他一生，就像当年照顾我亲爱的弟弟一样。我会分享他的痛苦，会讲传奇的故事给他听，直到天荒地老。 但当我抬起头，却看到了神明那雷霆般的怒吼。 多年以前，也是在我的怀中，那个柔弱得宛如婴儿的男孩，也是先失去了站立的能力，再失聪，失明，直至失去生命。 这一幕是何等类似。 多年前是我最疼爱的弟弟。而现在，是霍小玉。 多年前，也是在我的怀中，无情的病痛一点点夺走了他的四肢，他的双耳，他的眼睛。 如今却是我，亲手将那具我至爱的躯体毁坏。 难道这就是神谕？ 难道我始终不能拥有弟弟，而只能孤独地诉说传奇么？ 我仰天长啸，却再也无法住手，我像一个牵线偶人，被那万恶的神明控制，在我最心爱的人身上施展天下最残忍的刑罚。 我一手抱着他，一手用炭火哑了他的嗓子，将水银灌进了他的双耳。 他更像弟弟了，昏迷着，辗转在我怀里的弟弟。 我紧紧抱着他的身体，泪落如雨。 为了那个可怕的契约，我无意中将我的弟弟推上了祭台，而后我又刻意地将霍小玉，将我自己，将我最心爱的传奇们推到了祭台之上。 但是我不后悔。 I do not regret.因为这是我的夙命，我的契约，我的供奉。 据说，所有的传奇都以人为名。 而这篇汇聚了十二传奇人物的全新长卷，将以步非烟的名字，在世间万古流传。 它将超越唐人的《非烟传》，成为天下无双无对的传奇。 这是我一心一意描画的，第十三篇传奇。 这就是我的夙命，我的契约，我的供奉。