My name is Xuewei. Having such a girly name supposedly because of my color. Unlike others of the same kind, I am not bright and shiny, but have a slightly crimson glow all over my body, just like the petals of a red rose. I know I'm famous. Every time when the master pulls me out of the sheath, I can see the shocked eyes of the person on the other side and the blurted exclamation "Xuewei Sword!" - no wonder they, because, I am so famous, so famous up... Over the past fifty years, I can't remember how many bloods of heroes and heroes in the rivers and lakes I have drunk.The only thing I remember is that the color on my body is getting brighter and brighter. Every time I get out of the scabbard, the crimson sword light can shine, making people shudder.

"Xue Wei, the ominous sword, is easy to kill and hinder the master. Anyone who holds this sword will have no good end. It can be called a demon." I don't understand why Meng Qingzi, who is known as the world's number one sword master, would have such an evaluation of me-this guy who only saw me once, actually used such vicious words to slander me and curse me in "Sword Record" Master—so much so that the prejudiced title of "Magic Sword" has become my synonym in martial arts. But I don't want to kill anyone, including my master—even every time I drink human blood, I can't help but want to vomit—because the hands holding me are also another human being what……

People's hearts are treacherous, and people in the world should seek to kill themselves, so why put the notoriety on the head of the sword? ! My previous master—the evil master "Blood Demon" Shu Xuewei, who was regarded as a scourge by the martial arts people, murdered like hemp, and was notorious in the martial arts—but the blood demon was not a demon, but was killed by people. Forced to become a demon! If it wasn't for someone's hard work, then the previous master would have been just a lonely swordsman wandering the world all his life, not seeking to be famous in the Jianghu, but only seeking to fight the strong and help the weak in the world with peace of mind.

Bloodfiend is the most sympathetic and admirable master I have ever followed. It's a pity that although he was not killed by decent people because of his peerless martial arts, in the end he killed himself because of his confusion!When he died, he was only twenty-eight years old. ——I was lying in his blood, watching the bleak end of this lonely swordsman, I couldn't help asking myself: Am I really the sword of ominous? ... Can I really only bring misfortune to people? Perhaps, I should just let myself be buried in the loess? In the end, I was not buried in the loess with my master.A hand dragged me from the pool of blood.Due to my weight, one hand could barely hold me, so the other hand immediately grasped me tightly at the same time—to my surprise, it was a child's hand.

Suddenly something fell on me again, a wet and hot liquid—is it blood?I think out of habit. wrong. That's not blood—I forgot that what humans can give me, which is as moist and warm as blood, is... tears. Of course, my chances of tasting the former are far greater than the latter—for me, the latter is billions of times more precious than the former. "Daddy..." She held me in her arms, looked at the dead master in the pool of blood, and called out in a low voice, her voice was as clear as the wind blowing ice floe—"Don't you want Ah Jing too? No one wants Ah Jing Are you calm?"

I saw tears flow from her eyes, and then down the cheeks, drop by drop onto me, mixed with her father's blood, and soaked into the loess together. It was a girl who was only eight years old, she was very beautiful, but her eyes had a cold light of disbelief in everything—for some reason, it reminded me of the red roses blooming in the wind on the cliff, so beautiful It's inaccessible, but it's full of poisonous thorns that people can't get close to. Of course, no matter how much she calls him, his father will never be able to respond—this man between the hero and the devil just left such a young daughter behind to seek eternal peace of mind... Despite such a small child The child is struggling in the dangerous arena.

I liked the new owner from the first moment I saw her - because she was the only one who didn't give me blood but gave me tears first. Perhaps, this can break the ominous fate imposed on me?I don't want to see her fall into such a miserable cycle again. Three years later, the eleven-year-old's new owner gave me my first taste of blood. "What are you afraid of? So what about killing people? What's the difference between those people and pigs and dogs?...Anyway, I have no relatives, anyway, no one will tell me what I did is right, anyway, I'm just an unwanted child." Ten-year-old owner Looking at the corpse with a cold smile, I heard the words in her heart.

"No one cares about me, so I don't care about anyone..." "I will never cry for anyone." When killing people, I kept hearing her repeating this in her heart. Once the door of killing is opened, there is no way to turn back once you walk in, until you die. Destiny... If there is a so-called destiny for human beings, then from the beginning of the wheel of fate, everyone will live, leave, die, and farewell in the process of fate. With the wheel of fate turning, it will never stop ! Fourteen years later. Luoyang.Suzaku Avenue.Listen to Xuelou. Amidst the chatter of everyone in the hall, the master raised his eyebrows coldly, and then raised his hand—"Shua!" Like a bright lightning, I swept past and nailed it firmly. Enter the sandalwood tea table.Knowing that the master wanted to suppress the people in the building who did not accept her, I showed my brilliance to my heart's content, swaying gently, and creating a myriad of clear shadows.

"Blood Myrtle Sword!" As always, I heard people's exclamations and whispers, but no one dared to doubt the young master's martial arts and abilities—hey, are all human beings so bullying?Looking at the indifferent and beautiful master, I smiled happily. "Who are you from Shu Xuewei?" I heard someone ask the master in surprise. It seems that although the previous master has passed away for so many years, his name is still very famous... A familiar hand gently pulled me from the bed , and then, I heard the master's faint answer: "——My name is Shu Jingrong, from now on, just call me Ah Jing."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze—I noticed that everyone was looking at the master with strange eyes, with disgust in their guard—the daughter of the blood demon—because of this identity, the master has suffered from blind eyes and neglect since childhood. A partner who can talk, who has lived alone for twenty-two years in such a lonely way. Many years have passed, and the situation in the arena has long been different from the past, but even now, is it still rejected? I have been with the master since she was eight years old... It was not until ten years later that the master and I reached a state of tacit understanding.From now on, I can know her emotions, and she also regards me as her life.

Everything she experienced since she was a child, only I know, and only I understand. It was discrimination, loneliness, rejection and exile that no one could bear... But what reassures me is that the master was not defeated after all, she survived so tenaciously, and got enough to survive in the rivers and lakes, Not afraid of anyone's power. However, after such a childhood and adolescence, the owner's heart became astonishingly indifferent and withdrawn. He did not rely on anyone or trust anyone, and rejected family, friendship and love. The only thing he believed in was strength and destiny. ——With such a desolate state of mind, I can't believe that she is still a young woman who is just 22 years old. The master didn't speak, his slender fingers gently caressed my sharp edge, looking at the surprised people in front of him, there was a sarcasm in his eyes. "Ahem...well, have you all met the new lord?" Suddenly, I heard a weak but powerful voice from behind the screen, accompanied by intermittent coughing.For a moment, the condensed atmosphere seemed to be added with a breath-taking silence. All the people in the hall bowed their heads, lowered their hands, stepped back and stood in line in order-I felt the master's fingers holding me slightly. The change. I know it's him. "See the landlord!" When the person's footsteps turned from the back hall, everyone paid respects in unison, with reverence and admiration from the heart in their voices. It's no wonder that facing the landlord who occupies half of the martial arts world, no one can't help but cringe from the bottom of his heart—even my master hesitated for a moment, and put me back into the sheath after everyone bowed down and saluted. Pointing to one knee, bowing to the visitor: "Shu Jingrong sees the host." However, her voice was as cold as ice, without any piety or admiration from others. She saluted only because she knew that the other party was the object of her service, and she should salute—however, in her heart, she never kowtowed to that person at all...nor would she ever kowtow to anyone. I was in the sheath, on the side of the master's waist, looking at the calm master with some sighs—ah...even though he is such an indifferent and withdrawn person, he finally had to be involved in the right and wrong of this rivers and lakes. That Lord Tingxue who can subdue his master and make him obey his orders is indeed worthy of the title of "Dragon Among Men"! The landlord coughed somewhat hastily, the coughing sound was hollow and shallow, finally took a breath, and replied with a slight smile, "Ah Jing... why be polite." When he leaned over to help his master, I saw his hand, with thin wrist bones and long phalanges, and a light blue towel tied around his wrist. It looked like a scholar's hand, very weak, not like It looks like he has practiced martial arts. However, I know that what is hidden in his sleeve is the first knife that changed the color of the world's martial arts - "Sun Shadow Knife"! When he holds the knife in his hand, even the world will be shaken by it. I will never forget that moment when the Xiying Knife in my sleeve slid past my interception, the light of the knife was like a dream, the knife was light and tender, with a kind of indescribable laziness and sweetness, it gently fell on the master's face A light veil——and then, in the humiliation and shock of the first failure in my life, I felt a strange change in my master's heart.Then, I heard her say, "You're better than me...I admit it." "Then, please abide by our agreement." The pale host Xiao took off the handkerchief on his wrist, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and coughed lightly as he said - when he coughed, his whole body shuddered. Convulsions, as if to cough out the lungs. He is sick.I thought then.Later, I found out that what he had was actually an incurable disease. The master immediately knelt down in front of him on one knee, and said quietly: "I, Shu Jingrong, am willing to join Tingxue Tower to be punished by the landlord, and never return after a hundred deaths——until the day you are knocked down!" "Ahem..." Xiao Yiqing smiled bitterly, coughed, and then asked, "You mean, if you find out that I'm not the strongest, you can kill me yourself, or someone else is stronger than me, you will immediately betray me, right? ?" "Ha... what kind of betrayal is that?" The master smiled coldly, and with a slight indifference, he looked up at the first person who could defeat him, "Don't you trust me? If you don't trust me, then What kind of betrayal is there! Moreover, I only admire the strong, and only follow the strongest——if you can be defeated by others, then of course I will leave you!" "Oh... I remember." Xiao Yiqing coughed slightly, looked at something thoughtfully, and there was an indifferent and blurred light in some feminine eyes, and slowly replied to the master, "I like to use A sharp knife, though it risks cutting the hand." The master didn't realize that at that time, the host's eyes were looking at a red wild rose that had just bloomed on the tree next to him. That is Xiao Yiqing, the landlord of Tingxue. Three years ago, since the previous landlord Tingxue and his father Xiao Shaoshui passed away at the young age of thirty-nine, he, who was just weak, stopped his studies under the old man of Xuegu, stepped into the rivers and lakes in a hurry, and was called back. He wiped out the scattered people in the building, and propped up the crumbling family business with his sick and weak body. However, to the surprise of those who thought he was a weak man, in the past five years, under his leadership, Tingxuelou had gathered masters like clouds, and within a few years, they had expanded thousands of lands, centered on Luoyang, and expanded their influence. To all areas north of the Yangtze River! Listen to Xuelou.This gang, which was an unknown organization twenty years ago, now has the potential to lead the world's martial arts... and Tingxue's outstanding talents and martial arts, Mr. Xiao, have become another legend born in the Jianghu. I was a little uneasy, and at the same time, I also felt the uneasiness coming from the master's heart.No matter how you look at it, this landlord Xiao is almost the only genius I have ever seen who is not inferior to the master, and he has successfully made the master use him. With his attentive support, the master slowly got up and sat down on the fourth chair in the hall without comment.You know, before she joined Tingxuelou, besides Xiao Yiqing, there were already two sub-hosts - Gao Mengfei and Nan Chu. "Ah Jing, sit here." I heard the master's soft order, and then I saw him pat the empty seat on the couch beside him - the master was stunned.Such an obvious expression of reliance on her was something the master had never expected.After thinking about it, she finally walked over gently and sat beside him. Later, I realized that it was just the beginning...it was the prelude to the five-year war between the master and him. With gold and iron horses, he rode on the battlefield to wipe out the forces that did not want to be vassals, and wiped out the three major families in the south of the Yangtze River, including the Lei family in the Thunderbolt Hall. Chi Xiaotai; expanding his power to the south, sending a large number of people to conquer the most mysterious gang in the southern martial arts, the Moon Worship Sect;... Three years, just like this drifting away in the blood... When the unification of martial arts was announced, the sound of thousands of people kneeling to him and swearing allegiance shook the sky; at that time, sitting next to the sick and weak young man who established the world's martial arts, was my master—his face covered with a light veil, expressionless, as if All the glory has nothing to do with her. This just proved one thing: the people she followed were indeed the strongest. She only follows the strong, and only believes in absolute power—just like me. Sitting upright in the main hall of Tingxue Tower, the master behind the veil sits beside the overlord of the martial arts, and enjoys almost the same power as him—a dragon among men. I know that many martial arts people look at the relationship between the master and the landlord in this way, and they have privately speculated about the emotional problems between the two.After all, such a young overlord has a beautiful woman by his side for a long time, it is simply difficult for people not to daydream.And because the two of them don't have any close friends of the opposite sex, almost everyone in the building thinks that it will be a matter of time before my master becomes the landlord's wife. Only I understand that things are far from that simple. It's just that I, who thought that I was connected with the master, didn't understand the master's real thoughts on the landlord. I have seen the landlord secretly hold the master's hand tightly when he is sick in public, and the master calmly recuperates for him with genuine energy, so as not to let him fall down in front of thousands of people.Behind the veil, the owner's eyes are gentle and comforting, looking at the master Xiao who is seeking help at that moment, who is above the martial arts, it is as if he is looking at a wounded animal. I have also seen that Lord Xiao issued an order to kill the martyrdom in order to eradicate the grass, but in order to protect another person named "Lei Chuyun", the owner insisted on different opinions-in the debate in the secret room, the owner insisted on different opinions. Speculation, the master pulled me out and pointed it at his heart! ——That kind of murderous aura is no different from when the master kills other people like grass; I know that there have been serious differences between the host and the master, and there have been several times, even to the brink of breaking up, and then, inexplicably They gave in to each other again, and continued to cooperate as if nothing had happened, but there was a gleam of distrust in each other's eyes; I also knew the people the master loved, and those people she cared about... Some of them were destroyed by the landlord. I even know that Xiao Yiqing's real lifespan is originally only twenty-two years. After that time limit, every day he lives is enduring the unbearable suffering of others, and he gets his life on credit from the king of Hades!He just wants to unify the rivers and lakes that have been falling apart for more than 30 years before he dies. He wants to use the achievements that no one has had before to forge an eternal monument for himself-then even if he dies, he will still live in the legend... He is good at employing people, and he is also good at killing people.I heard that Xuelou has more than 30,000 disciples, and almost everyone respects and fears him, like a god. As long as he says a word, they will complete that order regardless of life or death. Sometimes, I think, the master is just a sharp sword in his hand, right?It's just a tool for killing people.It's just because famous swords are hard to come by, so I cherish them all the more. "If you are not the strongest, I will kill you—in contrast, if I am no longer useful to you, then you will kill me." "If someone kills me one day, or if you kill me yourself, then everything I have will be left to you." Such a ruthless and calm agreement seemed to be a contract signed by two businessmen who came together for their own interests. "What if you died of illness?" "Xiao Yiqing will only die by a weapon, not by a bed." His answer was indifferent, as if he had seen through life and death. "What if it is?" The master continued to ask without giving in. "Then... please take care of the children in the building instead of me, at least, don't let them be slaughtered by the Avengers swarming from all directions." That was the first time he showed his concern and warmth for his subordinates. The man who has been conquering the martial arts by force forcibly talked about the worries behind him for the first time: "Of course, you can also be the landlord by yourself and become the strongest ...Or, guard it for me until a new successor emerges..." The master sneered slightly, and I was surprised to see that there was a trace of sadness in her smile, like a red rose blooming in the cold rain.Delicate, indifferent, yet full of guard. "Lord Xiao will say such things..." She smiled, and began to stroke my water-like blade. Several times, I was worried that her hand would bleed—because I felt that the master's heart was very restless, there was no We have a tacit understanding with me on weekdays, "But why should I take over? I have no relatives or reason, I am just your subordinate, not to mention that Nanchu is still there, others will not convince me to be the boss." no answer.Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and took me gently - I was surprised that the master didn't refuse. His slender and slender fingers caressed my body, and I suddenly moaned softly - what kind of hands are full of control, murderousness and charm... I can even imagine what I would be like if I were in his hands Show another style completely different from the owner's hand! For a moment, I was even a little envious of the Xiying knife in his sleeve—although I knew that the days when that guy would never see the light of day were also sad. "Then, marry me, Ah Jing." He lightly flicked me with his index finger, heard my echo, and suddenly said something amidst the sound of the sword. "Be my wife, and accept everything I have as a matter of name." Out of the master's hand, I couldn't feel her inner thoughts, but this time, I clearly saw the face of the always indifferent master suddenly changed - it seemed that her cheeks were stained with the color of a rose. The world is so big that Lord Tingxue can bend down to propose marriage. I am afraid that my master is the only one... Except for the other party, it is almost impossible to find another person who is so suitable and equal in ability to spend a lifetime together.I thought with relief. "No." Suddenly, I heard a word spit out from the master's mouth.Her eyes were a little dazed, but she struggled to say a crucial word. The hand stroking me stopped—then, I saw Master Xiao ask calmly: "Why?" "Because..." The master paused for a long time, I thought, maybe she didn't know how to answer? "Because I don't want to be a widow." Finally, the master replied, his rose-colored face quickly turned pale, and there were complex emotions in his clear eyes. "I don't want to cry for anyone." Blood. My body shook, and suddenly I felt warm blood flowing on my body! "Ah...Damn it, I actually forgot that I'm a terminally ill person..." The host coughed suddenly, his pale cheeks became sickly flushed, and he said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry. " I could feel the foul-smelling air coughing up from his lungs, and I knew it was consumption.I think he really won't live long. He is in pain.The painful feeling passed from the palm of his hand, which made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. I don't understand why his heart suddenly feels very cold, as cold as being immersed in ice water. ——I am just a dying patient, living on my last breath... ——How stupid to ask for love from a woman like her. I heard such words coming from his heart... Poor man... I suddenly felt that this mighty Mr. Xiao is really pitiful.Master... Master will never love anyone... He really asked for trouble. "You dirty my blood." Suddenly, the master stretched out his hand, took me back from his hand, frowned slightly, and said indifferently.Then, he took out the crimson silk scarf from his pocket and wiped it lightly.But she doesn't know, I'm so excited! ——Listen to the blood of Lord Xue! May I ask how many swords in the world are as lucky as me? "I don't want to cry for anyone." The master suddenly looked at me dreamily and repeated.I felt the sudden hesitation and helplessness in her heart - such weak emotions have almost never appeared in the master's heart as hard as iron.He can actually make the master's heart soften in an instant... really worthy of being the master of listening to snow. Work hard... If you work harder, you might impress the master!It's okay to repeat what I just said again! I cheered him up silently, but he didn't say anything. Until his death, he never said anything similar to this time again! —Perhaps, human self-esteem is so fragile and sensitive? It is even more so to have a position of power like him, and be as cold and ruthless as her. This time, the two hearts passed each other for the first time. In the following two years, this situation happened more than once—two equally proud and outstanding people, because of their respective concerns and misunderstandings, missed the opportunity to express their true feelings time and time again in indifference and stalemate; In the delicate relationship, the estrangement accumulates day by day, lying between the two hearts... I think, maybe I know my master best in the world—a woman like her who suffered from misfortune since she was a child really doesn't trust such things as "happiness" and "love".She is used to being alone, used to being alone, if suddenly there is another related soul in her life, if two people must trust each other and live and die forever, I know that the master will not get used to it. She still doesn't trust anyone, and she will never entrust her life, death and emotions to another hand. "I don't want to cry for anyone." She who only worships strength and only follows the strongest once said that.I understand that it is because she is afraid that she will cry. Poor master... How can I tell her that only those who can cry can truly know how to love and have true happiness... This is what I learned from the old master's life experience, but unfortunately, I can't tell she.What's more, I can't let her know that even her father, who is known as "Blood Demon", will cry-but I am just a weapon that cannot speak, an ominous murder weapon. The owner is a strange woman in the martial arts world, and she is also known to be ruthless.In three years, I drank more blood than I had in the hands of the old master for ten years!So much so that I shudder myself. Master, she... is too cruel.She doesn't even treat people as her own kind. Many, many times, the master and the landlord have fought in all directions together, riding side by side in the killing field-in the bloody storm, my Qingguang and the magnificence of the Xiying knife are intertwined. fan. That is almost the perfect art of killing. Death exudes an unprecedented charm and attraction, which almost makes everyone regardless of life and death! ——It seems to compete with the other party for speed. The master often engages in brutal killing contests with the landlord. However, every time when I entered the opponent's heart, I found that the Xiying knife was already waiting for me... Then, when I touched the knife in the enemy's body, I could see the disappointment and injustice of the master. "Young master, he likes your master..." In the short moment of meeting, I heard Dao say this to me, in the heart of another person. I can only smile wryly... The master also likes the landlord, right?However, they are so guarded against each other and hurt each other so deeply—and what can we, weapons that cannot speak, do? "Why do you want me to let her go?" On that day, Xiao Yiqing pointed at another person and asked my master. It was a twelve-year-old girl named Shi Mingyan, who was originally the daughter of Shi Pengfei, the leader of the Poisonous Scorpion Gang, but fell into the owner's hands because the gang her parents belonged to was wiped out by Tingxuelou. His thin body trembled slightly, but his eyes were cold and sharp, full of hatred and revenge. At that time, I never expected that such an orphan would destroy the entire Tingxue Building! "Because she is like me before." The master replied lightly. "Ha... Strange excuse. Ah Jing, can't you give me a convincing reason?" "——I hope she can be happier than me." When I said this sentence, I felt that the master's heart was shaken. The landlord's eyes also changed, becoming a bit dreamy.In the eyes that were originally feminine and beautiful, suddenly there was a light similar to affection, and he asked with a sigh: "Really?...So you have always been unhappy? Why have you never heard Tell me?" His pale and slender hand gently covered the master's hand, but the master did not dodge. I felt that her heart was full of bitterness and sourness, as if she lacked the same fortitude as usual. "Is it useful to say it?..." She also seemed to answer dreamily, "I know that today you can give everything: power, status, money—but, can you give me happiness, landlord?" "I can't..." The landlord's hands trembled, and then I saw him looking into the distance with blurred eyes, and replied lightly: "How can I give you something that I don't even have?" He was silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "Ah Jing, happiness is not something anyone can give you, you have to find it yourself." "Is it possible?..." The master smiled bleakly, raised his face to look at the landlord, and asked, "Three years, how many people have I killed under my hands? What happiness can we talk about?" It was a sad, fateful smile. At that moment, I almost thought that the master would cry...and cry against her previous wishes. I think, if the master cried at that moment, the host would hug her and gently wipe away her tears with the light blue towel.Then, the happiness of two people will come to them in an instant... Happiness is not so far away. —And yet, she still didn't.She just looked at him sadly and indifferently, with a clear light in her eyes. ... like a briar on a cliff, protecting its fragile pistils with its proud thorns. She will not cry. So, he stretched out his hand to hug her and stopped there. "Xiao Yiqing, I don't allow you to hurt her!" The master stretched out his hand to protect the ragged little girl, his eyes behind the veil flashed a rare determination, "Treat others like you want to kill pigs and dogs, But never touch her!" I saw the landlord's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and then said coldly: "Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates - I must uproot it! Or, I can rest assured if I cripple her." "No." The master said coldly without giving in, "I want her to live a complete and happy life." Regardless of the landlord's reaction, the master pulled the child away and brought her back to the white building where he lived. The master treated the child with such tenderness and care, and called her sister, although the child did not appreciate it at all-she had never been so kind to others in her life. I know that she regards this hateful child as her childhood self... "I don't want to cry for anyone." "All efforts must be rewarded. No one will treat another person unconditionally... He just wants me to be used by him wholeheartedly to conquer the martial arts. For this, he will use all means, including his own. Feelings." "If one day I lose my martial arts and judgment and become a person who is of no use to him, then the knife in his hand will cut my throat for the person who said such beautiful words." "No one cared about me since I was a child... I don't need anyone to live well, I don't need anyone..." Many, many times, I have heard the master repeatedly say this in my heart. My heart, which was a little shaken, became stiff again after repeated self-suggestions. Since then, I have vaguely felt hopeless—why am I dumb?why can't i speak! At the moment when I hit Xiying Dao, I couldn't help but groaned in pain-I was injured. His blood flowed on me again. And the master's blood dripped from the tip of his knife. In the faint cyan edge of the Xiying Knife, the clarity after the bloodbath was shining, but, due to the violent impact just now, the blade, which is known as the best in the world, also left a long gap just like me. It vibrated slightly, and I also heard it moaning—however, when we looked at each other, we suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly...of course, it was a silent bitter smile.Stupid human beings, why do they always kill each other? "Is my master's blood... warm?" I asked it with a wry smile. "Just like my master's..." Xiying Knife panted slightly, probably never had such a serious injury before, and what it said was a bit incoherent, "Hey, I said—how, your master is the first to do it Bar?" "But the misunderstanding was accumulated by two people..." Because of their guard and indifference, they never communicated their inner thoughts, and their doubts became deeper and deeper. There were too many things that could not be understood by each other, which led to today's Such a tragedy of confrontation, right? "Xiao Yiqing! Take my life!" Originally, she was waiting in the secret room to discuss matters and discuss the eastward expansion plan, but what was waiting was a deadly sword! When I was out of the scabbard, I felt the shocking anger and sorrow in the owner's heart - just like the feeling of seeing my father commit suicide and fall into a pool of blood fifteen years ago!The attack was so quick and vicious, almost reaching the pinnacle of her martial arts! "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!" In an instant, I heard the cry of the host in his heart, and at the same time, saw the shocked eyes of the waiting host.In the safest secret room in Tingxuelou, he wears a light robe, and because he is weak and afraid of the cold, he is holding a purple gold hand stove in his hand. It seems that he has never expected that this right-hand man who gets along day and night will stab him and kill him. A sword! Like a thousand times, I stabbed right into his heart.Blood flowed, warm blood. However, I felt a bone-chilling cold. "Ding!" Just before reaching his heart, I was hit hard and bounced off my chest.I saw a faint cyan light flowing out from the sleeve of the landlord, and stopped me in the middle with a bleak and fierce aura.The cold light quickly spread around Xiao Yiqing's body, like the rain falling in early autumn. I finally saw the Xiying knife again. However, because of life and death, the Xiying Knife exerted great power, mercilessly killing everything within its range. "Hiss—" After the wind of the knife passed, I heard the master snort in a suppressed manner, and then I felt her hand tremble, and blood poured down my body like a waterfall along the fingers! The master staggered back covering his chest, and finally lost all strength, and fell to one knee.I supported her with all my strength so that she wouldn't fall—but after seeing the fatal knife in her chest, I suddenly lost my strength!As soon as his body went limp, the master fell to the floor of the secret room. "Why? Ah Jing... why did you betray me!" Also covering the blood gushing out of his heart with his hand, the landlord looked at the dying master on the ground in disbelief, the sadness and despair in his eyes made me unable to bear to look at him, "——Why Even you will betray me!" I think he is too serious, so serious that he has forgotten that he once said clearly to the woman in front of him that if she has the ability to kill him, he will bequeath everything he has to her. "That, is that considered... betrayal?" The dying master replied with difficulty, and could no longer continue - the few stabs he saved himself just now when he was dying, had mercilessly cut off her main artery . "You know? Ah Jing, I originally thought... there is at least one thing in this world that can be trusted..." The landlord's anger subsided in the shortest possible time, replaced by a faint wry smile, a wry smile of resignation.他咳嗽着，目光的萧瑟之意更加浓厚，然而，他咳出来的，都是黑色的血沫——我清楚地知道，我刺中了他。刚才主人那样猝及不防的一剑，已经刺破了他的心脉。 楼主缓缓地走过来，把主人轻轻从地上抱起，然后，就这样看着她，看着她死灰色眼睛里映出来的自己的影子，苦笑着，叹息：“我本来是想信任你的……可是居然是你来刺杀我！……你说，这世上还有什么是可以相信的？……” “我、我本来也想相信你的！……”挣扎着，主人用尽所有力气冷冷笑着，讽刺地看着他，“可你……可你到了现在，还对我演戏！……萧忆情……萧忆情……你做了那样的事，还让我怎么相信你！” 我感觉主人的心跳在渐渐微弱下去，我也渐渐绝望。 然，我看了看身边的夕影刀，它也这样绝望地看着我，我知道，楼主也是垂危了。 “我做了什么？竟然让你这样杀我而后快吗？”楼主愕然地问，终于看不得主人嘴角不断流出的殷红的血，解下手腕上的丝巾轻轻为她擦去，目光中，有难以言表的痛苦和茫然。他的手一从心口放下，那里的血就如同喷泉般地涌了出来，每一滴，似乎都带走了他的一分生命。 “你、你……为什么、为什么要派人斫断明烟的双足？！……太狠了……萧忆情，我说过，我不许你对付她的！……”主人的眼里放出了不顾一切的光芒，同样痛心疾首地，问一句，就努力吸一口气，这样，她才能坚持着不昏死过去。 “真的要斩草除根？……对一个孩子也不放过！……我、我说过……不许你……不许你碰她的！” “什么？……”楼主苍白的脸色更加苍白了，仿佛被人当胸一击，他喷出了一口血，然后支持着，惊讶地分辨，“我、我不知道……我没有派人做这件事！” “哈……说谎。” 主人冷漠地笑着，眼睛里的光却渐渐黯淡了，我感觉她握着我的手慢慢松了开来——不要死！主人，不要放开我啊！一旦放开，就是永不再见了！ 难道，我真的是不祥的吗？ “我没有……”楼主有些恼怒地微弱地回答，但是身子已经没有支持的力量，只好抱着垂死的主人，倚着墙壁坐下，即使坐拥武林的他，此刻却是无助的。 “说谎……你说谎……”主人执拗地重复着那句话，但是意识已经渐渐模糊。 “没有，我没有！”楼主也执拗地反驳着，神色渐渐委顿。 “楼主！靖姑娘？……”半个时辰过后，按时到来参加密室会议的属下惊叫着，想把满身是血的两位楼中掌权者抬出去就医，然而，楼主微弱地呵止了他们——“没用了……去，把明烟带过来，我、我要问她的话……快……” “嘻嘻……”失去双足的小女孩是被武士们抬过来的，然，看见鲜血满身的两个人，她忽然诡异地笑了起来！眼睛里闪耀着恶作剧得逞后的兴奋和幸灾乐祸。 “难道……是你自己做的？”看见孩子眼里的光芒，陡然间，萧忆情蓦然想通了什么似地、不可思议地问了一句。 “杀了我爹娘，你们都得死！……”明烟诡异地笑着，然后，看着昏迷中的主人，眼里露出恶毒的嘲讽，“杀人凶手……居然叫我'妹妹'！还说什么让我完整幸福地活着……笨！难道不知道，自从你们杀了我家里人以后，我根本无法'幸福'了吗？” “无论如何，看不到你们两个人死，我就无法幸福！” 她、她的目光，简直和十四年前的主人一模一样！……居然有那样狠的心肠！能狠得下心自残嫁祸，根本不是普通十几岁孩子能做到的啊……好厉害的孩子…… “唰！”周围的属下齐齐拔刀，全部对准了这个孩子。 “……住手……”微弱地，因流血过多陷入恍惚状态的楼主呵止了属下，然后苦笑着，对那个十二岁的孩子道，“很好……你打败我了……那么，我死了以后，我把我所有的一切都给你。……如何？” 孩子本来已经闭上了眼睛等待死亡，然而忽然惊讶地睁开了——用那早熟而坚韧的目光看着这个武林中传奇人物，有些惊疑不定。 “但是，楼主，她杀了你和靖姑娘，我们怎么能奉她为主！” “她是杀人凶手！” “杀了她，为楼主报仇！” 周围的属下群情汹涌，纷纷嚷了起来。 “谁、谁敢不听从我的命令？反对的，杀无赦！”在用力吸一口气，让自己延长片刻的清醒后，楼主严厉地看着手下，然后，苦笑着，微微咳嗽——“你们、你们其实都错了……不是她杀的……我们，是被彼此间的不信任和猜忌毁灭的……咳咳，她、她只是利用了这一点而已啊……” “真正错误的……是我们两个人自身，不能怨谁……” “这个小家伙……是个人才……厉害，真的厉害……咳咳，我说过，谁能打倒我，就把我所有的一切都给他……请大家尊重我的诺言……” “我萧某……一生虽然下手、下手不容情……咳咳，但是……却决不做无耻无信之事！” 不再管属下和女孩呆若木鸡的样子，楼主回头，用极其温柔的语调，对一直昏死的主人说：“看见了吗？阿靖……不是我，不是我做的……这个孩子好生厉害啊，咳咳……我们都被骗了……” “说谎……说谎……”然，昏迷中，主人只喃喃地重复着那一句话。 “真是的……咳咳……看来，只有到那边，才说的清楚吧……”楼主微微苦笑，然后，伸手握住了主人的手，“来，不拖延了……去、去说个清楚吧……” 然后，我忽然感觉主人的身体一震，有大力传入，刹间震断了她微弱的心脉！ don't want!不要死！ ... 然，我还是从主人无力的手中坠落……在坠落的同时，我看见同时落下的夕影刀。 我终于确认，我是一柄不祥的魔剑。 虽然一直以来，和我一起的夕影总是安慰我，说他们之所以死，完全是因为人类性格中的弱点。但是，我知道我是不祥的。自始至终，我都明白主人和楼主间的误会，然而，我却无法说出来！ 她是我最喜爱的主人，然而，她却死的比以前任何一任都早……才二十五岁！ 象悬崖上绽放的红蔷薇，她可以在恶劣的环境下倔强地成长，然而，却一样在心魔的肆虐下夭折。 幸好，那以后我成了无主之剑——出于对楼主的崇敬，听雪楼建立了祠堂，把我和夕影供在了上面，作为那个恩威兼顾的楼主在听雪楼所有子弟心中地位的见证。在每年的忌日，总有成千的楼中子弟前来拜祭，怔怔地看着刀流下泪来。 我知道，虽然楼主以武力强行征服江湖，中间杀戮无数，但是在自己人心目中，他却是完美得近乎神的化身——可是，那样的人中之龙，却无法直面自己内心深处的矛盾。 “我家公子，是一个很奇怪的人哪……”在深夜里，当万籁俱寂的时候，夕影和我说起了往昔种种，说起主人，它也不由流露出由衷的自豪。“当然，他对手下恩威并重，对自己严厉自制，行事有气吞河山的大将之风——这些，外面人的赞扬我都听厌了……” “但是……他为人太内敛，几乎深不可测……偏偏却又极度敏感和自尊。所以有时候别人说话间，不经意的伤害对于他而言，是永生不忘的……” 听它说起萧楼主，我也不由仔细倾听——要知道，对于主人，恐怕没有谁比我们刀剑更了解了。而对于这个在主人生命中如此重要的人，我知道的却并不是很多。 “他生性高傲而专制，一生中以权力武功俯视天下，可惜偏偏缠身的绝症又让他每时每刻面对着死亡！……所以，有时候主人的内心是被分裂成两半的——” “他重权嗜杀，却害怕死亡；他冷淡决绝，为人极重理性，可另一面又非常寂寞和脆弱；他极度重视个人尊严，不让臣服脚下的人有丝毫抬头看他的机会，但是，他一生都在寻找能让他平等对待的人……这样的他，连和他朝夕不离的我都捉摸不透……” 夕影苦笑了起来，月光在它青色的刀锋上流动，宛如泪水。 “但是我很清楚地知道，公子喜欢你的主人……但是，你主人说的话太冷酷了……” 我不想做寡妇。我不想为任何人哭。 我知道，就是这两句话！……我仿佛还能看见说话时，主人眼里恍惚的神色。 五年过去了……听雪楼还是领袖着武林。 楼主一生英明，到了最后做出的决定，也没有分毫差错。 如今的楼主、那个坐着轮椅的孩子石明烟，已经是当今武林的主宰者。在她身上，似乎同时兼具了主人的冷漠坚韧和萧楼主的深沉练达，在她井井有条地处理着庞大帮派内部的事务时，没有人能够想象，她是一个女子，而且是一个残废的少女。 可以说，她也是大度的，面对着杀父母仇人，她还是同意了在楼里建造供着灵牌和刀剑的祠堂。 甚至，不知道为何，虽然有不共戴天的仇恨，在几次夜深人静的时候，我竟然看见新楼主悄悄地进来，抚摩着我，出神。 我还是有些恨她——主人一生都没有对别人那么好过，然而，这个“妹妹”却是用那样狠辣的计划暗算了她和楼主……虽然她有完全的理由，但是，我还是不能原谅！ 她今年十七岁了，已经是一个美丽的少女——但是，因为听雪楼主人的身份，而几乎没有人意识到她还是一个女子，而且是一个很美丽、寂寞的女子。 在看着她发怔的脸时，我忽然觉得她很象我少女时的主人。 想起来，当年萧楼主让她接受所有一切时恐怕也想到过——给予别人这样巨大的荣耀和地位，同样也是另一种惩罚吧？ 今天晚上，子时，门悄悄打开，推着轮椅的影子从门外进入。奇怪的是，我发现她居然是一副远行的打扮，身边还带着包裹。 和往昔一样，她来到神龛前伸手取下我，横在膝上抚着我的剑刃，沉思了许久。我能感觉到她的内心极不平静，有惊涛骇浪掠过——其中，好几次闪现过我主人的名字。 她的脸上，忽然有复杂的抽搐。 “妹妹……一定要幸福啊！” 忽然间，在她内心某一处，我仿佛听到了主人在微笑着嘱咐——声音里完全没有在世时的冷漠和孤僻，只是如同一位温柔善良的姊姊。 “幸福？……” 在抚摩过我的锋芒时，我听见她哽咽着说了这个字。 “靖姐姐……”她低低唤了一声，抱着我，把温暖的颊贴在了我冰冷的脊上。然后，我感觉有什么湿热的东西溅落——这一次，我知道，那是泪水。 从那一刻起，我是真心地希望她能够找到自己的幸福。 沉默了许久，她想了想，轻轻拿起了我，配在了腰边。然后，轻盈地摇着轮椅，头也不回地走了出去，离开了听雪楼。 门外，月华如水。 我的第二十七位主人，不知道为什么，忽然对着朗月微微笑了起来。 (Finish)