Ding Jiange. Autumn.November. In the deep courtyard of the tall house, in a courtyard surrounded by high walls, a group of servants were kneeling in darkness. They have been kneeling for a long time.To wait for the master inside the door to call them in. However, there was a look of fear on everyone's face - because all the two people who went in in front did not come out again. The young master inside the door, the young master who is said to be known as the master of the sword demon at the age of sixteen, the second generation successor of the tripod sword pavilion, is a bloodthirsty Shura according to the rumors in the Jianghu.Every month on the night of the full moon, he would find three people to go in, and then, he would never see those people come out alive again.

Now, two people have entered—that is to say, there is still a piece of bad luck that must befall one of them.Therefore, everyone's faces were pale. Suddenly, the door that seemed to be closed forever opened suddenly! The large group of maids and servants waiting outside were all startled, restrained their tired expressions, and looked at the person walking out of the dark room.It was the first living person to walk out of their young master's room in more than a month. "Youcao!" Seeing the young maid wearing a light green shirt open the door, all the servants exclaimed in a low voice—for the only person in the Tripod Sword Pavilion who can stay with the young master safely, all the servants All with the same awe.

It seemed that this green-clothed maid who had the same status as them was also as murderous as the young master. "Everyone can go back. The young master is tired, and I don't want to see the third person." She didn't go to the courtyard, but stood under the corridor outside the door, with a humble smile, facing those who had the same identity as herself, said the anxious servants.Seeing the faces of those people coming back from the gate of hell, she just continued to smile and said good luck, closing the door on her own. Once again, the world inside the door is separated from everything outside.

separated.Inside, there were only her and that person, the person they thought was an evil spirit. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she opened the door again and called to the scattered servants: "Please wait a moment, the young master has orders!" The faces of those people turned pale again, seeing her go and return , some people have already started trembling. Youcao just continued to smile softly, and said to one of the leading servants: "Xu Fu, the young master said that the weather is already hot, and the body of the Luohe young man nailed to the wall has started to rot, and the smell is very unpleasant. !...Young Master, I want you to call some people to clean up the room." She said it very naturally, as if she just knocked over a cup of tea and asked someone to clean up the debris. Xu Fu, who was calling the roll, stuttered even more, and it took him a long time to answer: "Yes, yes... my subordinates, I know."

"Well, Brother Xu, you've worked hard." The green-clothed woman nodded and smiled without the airs of the young master's only maid. However, Xu Fu was already like a frightened cat, and immediately led the people back out without even having time to say polite words. Ten days later, a news spread all over the world. The number one person in Jiangbei who tried to challenge Xie Shaoyuan, the number one sword in the south of the Yangtze River: Luohe young hero Mo Ning, was killed by Xie Shaoyuan in the Dingjiange. From then on, there is only one number one swordsman in the world: Master Sword Demon, Xie Shaoyuan, the young master of Dingjiange!

It seems that under the influence of martial arts of the old and young pavilion masters, the momentum of the expansion of the Dingjian Pavilion is already unstoppable. Of course, what made the martial arts people whisper was the horrific appearance of Mourning's corpse—he was stabbed in the throat with a sword, nailed to death on the wall, and then, the limbs of the corpse were cut off one by one, messy. threw it all over the place.According to the servant who went in to collect the corpse, in that dark room, half of the walls were covered with blood. The young master of Dingjiange is a lunatic with superb martial arts.

In martial arts, everyone said that. Master Sword Demon.Xie Shaoyuan. "Young Master." It was dark in the room, only the moonlight from outside the window came in faintly. She walked behind the person standing by the window, lowered her head slightly, uttered a cry, and stood there. The person called "Young Master" didn't look back—from a long time ago, this is the only person who can stand and speak within one foot behind him—the others have already been nailed by him on the wall. "Is that dirty thing gone?" The black-haired and white-robed young man stretched out his fingers to fiddle with the swaying bamboo branches outside the window, looked at the full moon in the sky, and asked a little lazily. Regarding the generation of young swordsmen who were as famous as himself before his death, what did he say? But I hate it so much that I use "that dirty thing" to describe it.

"yes." "That sword was thrown away for me. It was stained with the blood of the dead, so it is also a dirty thing." Xie Shaoyuan's face was cold, and under the moonlight, there was a kind of aloofness and nobility, and there was also a kind of indescribable gloom and morbidity - many times , even Youcao vaguely felt that the young master was indeed sick. "Yes." She replied again. "Youcao... What do people outside say about this time? Do you mean I'm a lunatic?" With a slight disdainful smile, Xie Shaoyuan broke off a green bamboo and asked.

"...Yes." After a long silence, the woman in the light green shirt finally answered. "So, what about you? Maybe you also think in your heart that I'm a lunatic, a murderer like the rumors?" The young master in white robe suddenly became inexplicably angry, "Yes, yes! Do you only say this? Two words?" "No." Finally, Youcao replied, "The young master said, that Luohe young hero has a reason to die..." "Ah... do you believe what a lunatic said?" Looking at her, the corner of Xie Shaoyuan's mouth suddenly raised an arc, and suddenly, his eyes turned cold, and he asked: "Did you ask to be my maid back then? At that time, people were already saying, I am a person who often kills the servants around me for pleasure, isn't it? Why are you not afraid?" The green bamboo branch, intentionally or not, lightly tapped on her neck.

"That's just a rumor." Feeling the sudden suffocation and murderous aura, Youcao's face turned pale, and the strong sword aura made her blood unable to go up.Still smiling slightly, she answered. "But, do you now know that it's all true?" Xie Shaoyuan laughed suddenly, his long black hair fluttered as if being blown by the wind, and the light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword: "I, indeed, am a lunatic ...just a lunatic! I didn't kill three people today—how?" The green bamboo branch in his hand slightly strengthened, and he saw the light blue blood vessels under Youcao's fair skin twisted horribly. Asked with a smile, there was an almost sick and crazy light in his eyes.

"No, no...not how." She was almost speechless, but she struggled to answer—— "Young master...what the young master wants to do is the young master's business... However, to be the young master's maid, yes, it is Youcao...Youcao's own business!" There was an almost imperceptible silence. Looking at the girl in the dark, the young master of the Tripod Sword Pavilion suddenly smiled again: "It seems...you are also a lunatic. A lunatic who wants to die." He suddenly stopped, full of murderous intent. With a sound of "snatching", the bamboo branch brushed past Youcao's neck, nailing the parrot on the shelf to the rosewood screen! "The third one." Xie Shaoyuan exhaled slowly, closed his eyes, and frowned in pain. He took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and overturned it. After a long time, the only black pill rolled out of the bottle unwillingly, and he hastily swallowed it down his throat.The almost uncontrollable murderous aura finally faded from him slowly. After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand, stroked the maid's hair tremblingly, and sighed: "You are not afraid... I am a little afraid. Maybe, one day, I can't help it... I will kill you too." " Youcao trembled slightly, looked up at him, and saw that his thin cheeks always liked to frown, so there was a deep wrinkle between his brows, which made the whole face look a bit evil. Her hair fluttered like waves in his hands, and the black grip was like the night outside the window.The young master of Dingjiange lowered his head, bowed his head in the waterfall-like hair, smelling the faint fragrance of white plums in his hair.