Chapter 13 Chapter 11: Where is the Bright Moon?

The night was darker, and the land was dark. Because there is no bright moon tonight. Is the bright moon tonight dead? Yan Nanfei rode his horse and galloped, while Fu Hongxue sat beside him without moving. Gorgeous carriage, heavy carriage. "Why do we have to take the car?" "Because we have a car!" "The horse is tired. A tired horse can't carry two people, but it can pull a cart!" "Because the cart has wheels?" "That's right. We have legs too, why can't we walk by ourselves?" "Because we are also tired, our strength must stay."

"Stay to kill?" "As long as there are people to kill, as long as there are people to kill." The peacock is dead. Peacock Villa is no longer Peacock Villa. There are still a few starlights in the dark night, and the faint starlight shining on the ruins makes it even more desolate. The horse, which had been running back and forth for hundreds of miles, finally fell down. There is no one in the cellar, nothing, everything that can be moved has been removed! The light of the fire danced because Yan Nanfei's hand holding the fire folder was shaking. ——It is said that when the peacock dies, the bright moon will sink with it.

Yan Nanfei gritted his teeth hard: "How did they know? How did they know they were here?" Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife didn't shake, but the muscles on his face were throbbing. His pale face had turned red, strangely red, terrifyingly red. Yan Nanfei said: "When we came, there was absolutely no one following us, who is it..." Fu Hongxue suddenly shouted, "Get out!" Yan Nanfei was stunned: "You asked me to go out?" Fu Hongxue didn't speak any more, the corners of his mouth were already tightened. Yan Nanfei looked at him in surprise, and stepped back step by step. Before he could back out, Fu Hongxue had already collapsed, as if an invisible whip had suddenly struck him.

As soon as he fell, he began to convulse. The invisible whip seems to be still whipping, whipping. Fu Hongxue's whole body was convulsed and contorted due to the pain, and a low growl came from his throat, like the roar of a dying beast: "I was wrong, I was wrong..." He grabbed the ground with one hand, like a drowning man trying to grab a piece of driftwood that didn't exist. The ground was also paved with stones, his nails were chipped, and his hands had begun to bleed. His other hand was still gripping his knife tightly. A knife is a knife! The knife is ruthless, so it is eternal.

Yan Nanfei knew that he absolutely didn't want anyone to see his pain and his chronic illness. But Yan Nanfei didn't quit, because he also knew that although the knife was still a knife, Fu Hongxue was no longer Fu Hongxue. ——Now whoever walks in can kill him with a single blow. ——Why did God torture him like this?Why should such a person have this disease? Yan Nanfei barely controlled it, not letting tears flow. The fire book went out because he couldn't bear to read it any more. His hand was already holding the hilt of the sword under his clothes. In the dark, the hole in the stone wall looked like the eye of the one-eyed monster in mythology.

He swears, no matter who wants to break in from here now, he will kill this person immediately by his sword! He is sure. No one came in from here, but suddenly there was a fire in the darkness! Where did the fire come from? Yan Nanfei suddenly turned around, only to find that the iron door with thirteen locks had been opened silently. Firelight shone in from outside the door, the door opened wide, and five people appeared. Two men were standing at the door, holding torches high, while three others had strode in. The first man has a white cloth wrapped around his right wrist and is hung around his neck with a ribbon, and an arc-shaped sword is held upside down in his left hand, but his eyes are full of hatred and resentment.

Beside him was a man in a human robe with a profound crown, walking steadily, appearing to be confident. The last person had knife marks on his face, and although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked more sinister and cruel. Yan Nanfei's heart sank, but a bitter water came up in his stomach, sour and bitter. He should have imagined that others could not open the thirteen locks on the door, but Gongsun Tu could.The hole in the stone wall is not the only door that can be accessed here. None of them thought that they were all too sure, so they made this fatal mistake.

Gongsun Tu suddenly stretched out a hand, spread out the palm, the palm was shining with gold, it was Peacock Ling. Peacock feathers are in his hands, where is Ming Yuexin? Yan Nanfei reluctantly endured it, not letting himself vomit. Gongsun Tu said with a smile: "You shouldn't let her use this kind of hidden weapon to deal with a hole in the wall. We are humans, not mice, and we can neither make holes nor drill holes." He smiled happily: "If she hadn't devoted herself to dealing with this hole, it might not be easy for us to get in." Yan Nanfei couldn't help but sigh: "I was wrong."

Gongsun Tu said: "You are indeed wrong, you should have killed me!" Yang Wuji said lightly: "So you must remember my words in the future. If you want to kill someone, you should have no taboos." Gongsun Tu said: "You shouldn't have reminded him, if he had a second chance, wouldn't I be dead." Yang Wuji asked, "Does he have a second chance?" Gongsun Tu said: "No." Yang Wuji shook his head, and said leisurely: "Now the only person he can kill is himself." Gongsun Tu said, "At least he can still kill Fu Hongxue."

Yang Wuji said: "Fu Hongxue belongs to Zhao Ping, he can't even move." Looking at them, Yan Nanfei felt that their voices seemed to have become very far away! He should have concentrated all his mental strength to deal with them. He should know that this is his life and death, they will never let him go, and he can't back down. Even if there is a way to retreat, it must not be retreated. But he suddenly felt very tired. Is this because he has admitted in his heart that he is not the opponent of these two? The bright moon has sunk, and the undefeated sword god has fallen, what hope can he have?

Gongsun Tu was asking Zhao Ping, "Who cut off your hand?" Zhao Ping said, "Fu Hongxue." Gongsun Tu said, "Do you want revenge?" Zhao Ping said: "Think." Gongsun Tu said: "How are you going to deal with him?" Zhao Pingdao: "I have a way." Gongsun Tu said: "Why don't you make a move now? Can't you see that this is your best chance?" Yang Wuji said: "Once a good opportunity is lost, it will never come again. By the time Fu Hongxue wakes up, it will be too late." Gongsun Tu said, "Now you don't have to worry about Yan Nanfei." Zhao Ping couldn't help asking: "Why?" Gongsun Tu said: "Because as soon as he moves, Fu Hongxue will immediately turn into a peacock." Zhao Ping said: "Peacock?" Gongsun Tu said: "Whoever puts this tube of peacock feathers on, that person will become a peacock, dead peacock." Zhao Ping smiled: "But I don't want him to die too soon." Gongsun Tu also smiled: "I don't want to either." Zhao Ping suddenly put down the curved sword in his hand and rushed out, grabbed Fu Hongxue's hair, raised his knee, slammed into his jaw, and then cut the back of his neck with his backhand. When Fu Hongxue's head was lowered again, his foot had already kicked out, and Fu Hongxue was sent flying with one kick, hitting the stone wall. He rushed over, put his right elbow against Fu Hongxue's throat, and said sharply, "Open your eyes and see who I am!" The blue veins on Fu Hongxue's forehead bulged out one by one, not only could he not resist, he could no longer breathe. Zhao Ping sneered: "You cut off my hand, and I will use this hand to strangle your neck." The blue veins on Yan Nanfei's forehead were also protruding one by one, as if he could no longer breathe. Gongsun Tu grinned and said, "Why don't you save your friend? Are you just standing here and watching him die?" Yan Nanfei couldn't move. He knew that if he moved, Fu Hongxue would die even faster. But he couldn't move either. Zhao Ping was slapping Fu Hongxue's face violently with his other hand, as if he didn't want to kill him right away. But wouldn't this insult be worse than death? Yan Nanfei clenched the sword hilt under his clothes, sweat dripping down like rain, and suddenly said: "Even if you can kill him, you may not be able to kill me." Gongsun Tu said, "What do you want?" Yan Nanfei said, "I want you to let him go." Gongsun Tu said, "What about you?" Yan Nanfei said: "I would rather die!" Gongsun Tu laughed loudly: "Not only do we want you to die, but we also cannot let him live." Yang Wuji said coldly: "If you want to kill someone, there is no taboo." Gongsun Tu stopped laughing and said sharply: "Zhao Ping, kill him, kill him now!" Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and used his elbows hard. At this moment, suddenly there was a flash of a knife! It was Fu Hongxue's knife! Heaven and Earth, a unique knife! They all thought the battle was a sure thing, because they all forgot one thing. Fu Hongxue still held his knife tightly in his hand. At this moment, Yan Nanfei waved his hand suddenly, and the bright red sword light sprayed out like a rain of blood, engulfing Gongsuntu. Yang Wuji's sword was also out of its sheath. His movement of drawing the sword was proficient and ingenious, his shots were accurate and effective, and the thrust of the sword was exactly where Yan Nanfei must die. Even if Yan Nanfei's sword could kill Gongsuntu, he himself would surely die by Yang Wuji's sword. He had no choice but to return the sword first to save himself. Gongsun Tu's body immediately escaped from the bloody sword light, turned over in the air, and swept out the door. Yang Wuji moved his long sword in the same way, he walked with the sword, and also rushed out. Of course Yan Nanfei would never let him go, and was about to chase him out when he suddenly heard an exclamation and sternly shouted: "Catch it!" A figure flew over from outside the door, with disheveled hair and bloody face, it was Zhuo Yuzhen. Fortunately, although Yan Nanfei's sword was fast, his eyes were even faster. As soon as he stabbed out with the sword, he immediately reined in his horse and retracted it in time. Zhuo Yuzhen screamed miserably and threw herself on top of him, only to hear the sound of "Dang", the iron gate was closed! Immediately there was a series of soft sounds of "Ding, Ding, Ding" outside the door, all the thirteen locks had been locked, and apart from Gongsun Tu, there was absolutely no one else in the world who could open this door. Yan Nanfei stomped his feet, ignored Zhuo Yuzhen who was already on the ground, turned around and ran out of the hole in the wall. "You take care of Miss Zhuo, I'll bring Gongsuntu's head back to you!" Now that Fu Hongxue's saber was out of its sheath, what worries did he have? Now all he wants is to kill! Kill the murderer! The tip of the knife was still dripping blood. Zhao Ping had already fallen under the knife, and Zhuo Yuzhen was beside him, as long as he raised his head, he could see the blood dripping from the tip of the knife. Drops of blood fell on the stone floor, and then splashed, scattered into a misty blood mist. Fu Hongxue stood there motionless, watching the blood drip from the tip of the knife. This time his knife was still unsheathed. Zhuo Yuzhen struggled to sit up, her eyes were fixed on his knife. She really wanted to see what was so magical about this knife. When this knife kills people, it seems to have been blessed by the gods in the sky, and it seems to have been cursed by the devils in the earth! There must be many magical charms on this knife. She is disappointed. ——The long and narrow blade is slightly curved, with a sharp edge and a not-so-deep blood groove. Except for the black handle, this knife looks no different from other knives. Zhuo Yuzhen exhaled lightly, and said, "No matter what, I finally saw your knife. Should I be grateful to the person who died by your knife?" She spoke very softly and slowly, as if she was talking to herself, but of course she wasn't. She just wanted Fu Hongxue to understand that what she wanted to do could always be done. But as soon as she said this sentence, she immediately knew that she was wrong, because she had seen Fu Hongxue's eyes. Those eyes, which were tired and sad just a moment ago, suddenly became sharper and colder than blades. Zhuo Yuzhen flinched involuntarily, and asked in a murmur, "What did I say wrong?" Fu Hongxue stared at her like a wild leopard staring at its prey, ready to pounce at any moment. But when the blush on his face subsided, he just sighed and said, "We were all wrong, and I was more terribly wrong than you, why should I blame you?" Zhuo Yuzhen tentatively asked, "You are wrong too. gone?" Fu Hongxue said, "You said the wrong thing, and I killed the wrong person." Zhuo Yuzhen looked at the corpse on the ground: "You shouldn't have killed him? Did he just want to kill you?" Fu Hongxue said: "If he really wants to kill me, the corpse on the ground should be me." He lowered his head, eyes full of regret and sadness. Zhuo Yuzhen said: "He didn't kill you, is it because he repayed your kindness for not killing him last time?" Fu Hongxue shook his head. —That is by no means a repayment.No matter whose hand you cut off, the only way that person can "repay" you is to cut off your hand. ——Maybe it's just a kind of inexplicable gratitude, thank you for letting him know something that he never thought of before, thank you for saving a little bit of personality and self-esteem for him. Fu Hongxue understood his feelings, but couldn't express them. There are some complex and subtle emotions that no one can express. The blood on the tip of the knife has dripped dry. Fu Hongxue suddenly said: "This is the first time and the last time." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "I know, this is the first time you killed the wrong person, and it will also be the last time." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "You're wrong again. A murderer may kill the wrong person at any time." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Then you mean—" Fu Hongxue said: "This is the first time you saw my knife, and it will also be the last time." His knife was finally sheathed. Zhuo Yuzhen plucked up her courage and said with a smile: "This knife is not pretty, it's just a very ordinary knife." Fu Hongxue didn't want to continue talking anymore, and just as he turned around, his pale face tightened again: "How can you see this knife?" Zhuo Yuzhen said: "The knife is right in front of me, I'm not blind, how can I not see it?" She was right, but she forgot one thing. There are no lights here at all. Fu Hongxue began to practice his eyesight when he was five years old, in the dark and stuffy secret room, with the flickering incense head, day after day, year after year. He practiced hard for ten years before he could see the mosquitoes and ants in the dark room, and now he could obviously see Zhuo Yuzhen's face. Just because he has practiced, he knows it will never be an easy task. How could Zhuo Yuzhen see this knife? Fu Hongxue's hand clenched the handle of the knife again. Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe you haven't thought of it yet, some people are born with night eyes." Fu Hongxue said, "You are?" Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Not only am I Yeyan, I can also see through other people's minds." Her smile was very dim: "Now you must be thinking again in your heart, am I the real Zhuo Yuzhen? Of course you don't think I am a monster, but it is very likely that I am a spy sent by Gongsun Tu and the others. Famous female killers, even Ming Yuexin were probably betrayed by me, because no one else knew we were here." Fu Hongxue couldn't deny it. Zhuo Yuzhen looked at him, with tears in her eyes again: "Why do you always disbelieve me? Why?" Fu Hongxue was silent, and it took a long time before he slowly said: "Maybe you shouldn't be so smart." Zhuo Yuzhen said, "Why not? How could a man like Qiu Shuiqing find a stupid woman to bear his child?" Fu Hongxue closed his mouth. Zhuo Yuzhen refused to stop: "The child I give birth must also be smart, so I must not let him be born without a father, and I cannot let him suffer and regret for the rest of his life." Fu Hongxue's face was twitching. He understood what she meant.No one knows better than him, and he is also a child born without a father. A clever child without a father is a tragedy in itself, and when he grows up, he will surely cause many tragedies for others. Because there is far more hatred in his heart than love. Fu Hongxue finally sighed, and said, "You can find a father for your child." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "I have already found one." Fu Hongxue said, "Who?" Zhuo Yuzhen said, "You." It was even darker in the basement, Zhuo Yuzhen's voice seemed far away in the darkness! "Only you are worthy to be the father of my child. Only you can ensure that this child grows up. There is no one else but you." Fu Hongxue stood stupefied in the darkness, feeling that every muscle in his body was gradually becoming stiff. Zhuo Yuzhen did something that surprised him even more. She suddenly grabbed Zhao Ping's curved sword: "If you don't agree, I might as well let this child die in my stomach right now." Fu Hongxue lost his voice: "Now?" Zhuo Yuzhen said: "It is now, because I feel that he is coming soon." Although she was trying to bear it, her face was distorted with pain. The pain of a woman's childbirth is one of the most intolerable pains for human beings. Fu Hongxue was even more surprised, and said, "But you said you were only seven months old!" Zhuo Yuzhen smiled, and said: "Children are disobedient in the first place, let alone the child who is still in the womb, when he is about to come, no one can stop him." Although her smile was painful, it was full of an indescribable maternal love and tenderness. She continued softly: "Maybe it's just because he is eager to see the world, maybe it's because I was shocked by those people just now, so..." She didn't go on, the labor pain made her whole body start to convulse and twist. But she still held the curved sword tightly in her hand, just like Fu Hongxue had been holding his saber just now. She had clearly made up her mind. Fu Hongxue said: "I...I can be his adoptive father." He seemed to have used all his strength to say these words, even his voice was hoarse. Zhuo Yuzhen said: "The adoptive father cannot replace the father, absolutely not." Fu Hongxue said, "What do you want from me?" Zhuo Yuzhen said: "I want you to let me be your wife, and my children are your legal children." The labor pain came again, she gritted her teeth, forced a smile and said: "If you don't agree, I will never blame you, I just ask you to bury our corpses in the cemetery of Peacock Villa." Could this be her last sentence?If Fu Hongxue refuses to agree, she will die immediately! Fu Hongxue was already stunned. He has encountered the most terrible enemy, the most dangerous crisis. But he had never encountered such a problem. Qiu Shuiqing can be said to have died because of him, and Zhuo Yuzhen can be said to be Qiu Shuiqing's wife. Now that Qiu Shuiqing's body is still cold, how can he agree?How can such a thing be done? But looking at it from another perspective, since Qiu Shuiqing died because of him, and the 400-year-old foundation of Peacock Villa was also destroyed overnight because of him, now the Qiu family has only this bone and blood left. She should be protected, let her give birth smoothly, and protect her children from growing up. How could he not agree? If this happens to you, what would you say you should do? The interval between labor pains has gradually shortened, and the pain has become more intense. The sharp edge of the curved sword has pierced her clothes. Fu Hongxue finally made a painful decision: "I agree!" "Promise to be my husband?" "yes." Is this the right decision? No one can judge, nor can he himself, but at this moment, he has no other choice. If you were him, would you do the same? Panting, groaning, shouting...all of them stopped suddenly, becoming deathly silent. Then there was a loud cry of a baby, piercing the silence and bringing new life to the earth. Fu Hongxue's hands were stained with blood, but it was the blood of life! This time, what he brought with his own hands was life, not death! Life is throbbing. Looking at his hands, he felt his heart beating strangely. Zhao Ping's body was still lying there, having been killed by his knife.In that instant, he had taken the life of a man. But now a new life is born, a more vivid, more active life. The pain and sorrow just now have been dispelled in the baby's first cry. The sinful blood of just now has been washed away by this new blood. In this short moment, he sent away a life and welcomed another life. This wonderful experience brought him an extremely vivid and strong stimulation, and his life has undoubtedly become more vivid and active. Because he has passed the baptism of blood, like a phoenix that has been baptized by fire, it has obtained a second birth. Although this kind of experience is painful, it is the most precious and indispensable in the growth of life. Because this is life! The old dies, the new is born, that's what life is all about. It wasn't until this moment that Fu Hongxue really had a new understanding of life, a correct understanding! Listening to the beating of life in his embrace, he suddenly felt an unprecedented tranquility and joy. He finally knew that his decision was correct, and there was absolutely nothing more important than the birth of life in the world. Isn't the true meaning of a person's life to be to create life that continues in the universe! Zhuo Yuzhen was asking with a weak voice: "Is it a man or a woman?" Fu Hongxue said, "It's a man, and it's also a woman!" His voice was surprisingly cheerful: "Congratulations, you have given birth to twins." Zhuo Yuzhen sighed contentedly, a happy smile appeared on her tired face, and said, "I should also congratulate you, don't forget that you are their father." She wanted to reach out to hug her baby, but she was too weak to lift her arms! At this moment, there was only a loud "bang rumbling" sound, like Mount Tai collapsing, thousands of catties of stones fell down and hit the underground secret room, and the broken stones shot out of the big hole in the stone wall like arrows. enter. Then the only way in and out was blocked again. Fu Hongxue could hardly bear to let out a wild cry. A new life has just been born, is he going to face another death?