Chapter 15 Thirteenth Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Sword

What kind of knife should be able to chop a galloping horse? No one saw it.The knife light flew out from the woods beside the road.The carriage rushed another twenty or thirty feet, and no one could be seen from here, let alone a knife.Fu Hongxue stood in front of Zhuo Yuzhen and the child, her eyes were still staring at the thick forest, her pale face seemed to have become translucent. Yan Nanfei took a breath, and immediately asked, "Did you see that knife?" Fu Hongxue shook his head. Yan Nanfei said: "But you must already know what kind of knife it is." Fu Hongxue nodded.

Yan Nanfei sighed, and said: "It seems that Gong Ziyu's news is really well-informed, and Miao Tianwang has really come." Miao Tianwang's knife is of course the Heavenly King's Ghost Slaying Knife! Fu Hongxue clenched his hands tightly, and said coldly, "I'm afraid there will be quite a few people here." At this moment, two large trucks drove over side by side on both ends of the road, and the road in the future was completely blocked. On the first cart on the left, there was a wooden table, and two people were sitting cross-legged on the table playing chess; on the second cart, there were also two people, one was manicuring the nails and the other was drinking.They seemed to be very focused on what they were doing, and no one raised their heads to look this way.

Fu Hongxue and Yan Nanfei didn't seem to see them either. On the first cart on the right, there are several women sitting, some are old and some are young, some are embroidering, some are eating melon seeds, and some are combing their hair. The oldest one is unexpectedly a ghost grandmother.On the second cart, there was a brand new coffin and a large copper pot hanging on an iron frame. It is said that the largest pot in the world is the cooking pot of Shaolin Temple.There are many monks in Shaolin Temple, and they don’t see oil or meat all year round, but they work all day long. Of course, they eat a lot.Even if each monk eats five bowls of rice, how many bowls would five hundred monks eat?How big a pot should be to cook rice to feed these monks?

Yan Nanfei has been to Shaolin Temple, especially to see the pot, he is naturally curious. The copper pot on the cart looks no smaller than the cooking pot in Shaolin Temple.The strangest thing is that there is actually a person in the pot, with a round face, fat head and big ears, but there are some scars hanging down from the forehead like a poisonous snake, from the center of the brow to the corner of the mouth, which makes him look very kind His face suddenly became unspeakably weird and evil. The cart was not moving fast, and the copper pot on the iron frame swayed slightly. Sitting in it was like sitting in a cradle.

The dark clouds receded and the sun rose again, but Yan Nanfei's heart was sinking. But he had to force a smile on his face, and murmured: "Unexpectedly, Duoqingzi didn't come." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "If you miss one blow, you will retreat completely. This is their old rule in Xingxiu Sea." Yan Nanfei smiled more cheerfully: "Except for him, it seems that everyone who should have come has come, and those who shouldn't have also come." He looked at the fat man with the scar on his face in the copper pot, smiled and said, "Chef Hao, why did you come?"

The poisonous snake on the fat man's face was wriggling.He was smiling, but the smile made his face look more sinister and mysterious: "I'm here to collect the corpse." Yan Nanfei asked, "Whose body will you collect?" Cook Hao said: "All corpses are collected, dead horses are collected in stomachs, and dead people are collected in coffins." All the trucks stopped.The chess player is still playing chess, the drinker is still holding a cup, and the comber is still combing his hair. Cook Hao said with a smile: "It seems that everyone has a good taste today. The five-spice horse meat made by Cook Hao is not something that everyone can eat."

Yan Nanfei said, "It seems that your specialty dish is not spiced horse meat." Cook Hao said: "It's hard to find ingredients for my specialty dishes, so it's better to just eat spiced horse meat." After saying this, he got out of the copper pot and got off the cart.For those who have not seen it with their own eyes, it is really hard to believe that this fat man who weighs more than a hundred catties is so light and agile. He also has a knife on him, a kitchen knife. Zhuo Yuzhen couldn't help but want to ask: "Is this cook Hao really a good cook?"

Yan Nanfei said, "It's fake." Zhuo Yuzhen said, "Why do people call him a cook?" Yan Nanfei said, "Because he likes to cook vegetables, and also because he likes to use kitchen knives." Zhuo Yuzhen asked, "What is his specialty?" Yan Nanfei said: "It's so hot, it stirs up people's waists." As soon as the young woodcutter stopped vomiting, he looked up and was stunned.He never dreamed that this place would suddenly become so lively. Today he only ate two dry steamed buns and a few pickles. He thought he had vomited up long ago, and there was nothing to vomit, but he took a second look, and immediately couldn't help but vomited again. It was great just now.

Cook Hao had already pulled out his kitchen knife, and slashed at the dead horse. He even chopped off a large piece of the leather belt, and threw it into the big copper pot with a casual throw.He holds the knife with his right hand, and throws the meat with his left hand. When he moves up and down with both hands, his movements are light and skillful. In the blink of an eye, he chopped a horse into more than 130 pieces, which is easier than cutting tofu with other people's knives. . The horse meat is already in the pot, what about the five spices? Cook Hao wiped the blood from the knife on the soles of his shoes, then walked back and opened the coffin; inside the coffin were all kinds of condiments, such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, fennel, star anise... as long as You can think of it, it's all in the coffin.

Cook Hao murmured: "This broken cart is just for firewood. When the cart burns out, the meat will be cooked." Yang Wuji who was playing chess suddenly said: "My share doesn't have to be too bad, my teeth are good." Cook Hao said: "Do monks also eat horse meat?" Yang Wuji said: "Sometimes even human flesh is eaten, let alone horse meat." Hao Chef laughed and said, "If a Taoist priest really wants to eat human flesh, there will be materials here later." Yang Wuji said: "I've been waiting, I'm not in a hurry." Chef Hao laughed, glanced at Fu Hongxue out of the corner of his eye, and said, "Human flesh is the most blood-replenishing, if you eat more human flesh, your face won't turn pale."

He laughed loudly, and with one hand, he lifted the nearly 300-jin copper pot and the iron frame together, and used the broken wood from the carriage to light a fire under the copper pot.The flames flickered and burned with a "crackling" sound. The child was crying again, Zhuo Yuzhen could only quietly open the front of her clothes and feed them. Gongsun Tu, who was holding a wine glass in his hand, suddenly exhaled, "What a fair skin." Chef Hao smiled and said, "The meat is so tender." The ghost grandma who was eating sunflower seeds sighed, "What a poor child." Fu Hongxue could only feel his stomach contracting, and the veins on the back of his knife-holding hand were bulging, as if he was about to draw the knife. Yan Nanfei held down his hand and said in a low voice, "You can't move now." Of course Fu Hongxue could see that he couldn't move now.Although these people are pretending to be leisurely, they are actually like a hornet's nest, as long as they move, the consequences will be disastrous.But what about not moving?If it goes on like this, is it true that they will eat human flesh after they finish eating the horse meat? Yan Nanfei lowered his voice, and suddenly asked again: "Do you recognize 'Eight Courages and Eight Lives' Du Shiqi?" Fu Hongxue shook his head. Yan Nanfei said: "Although this man is not a hero, he is more chivalrous than the heroes I know. I have made an appointment with him at the Tianxianglou teahouse in the city ahead. As long as I can find him, I will do anything. It can be solved, and I have a very good friendship with him." Fu Hongxue said, "That's your business." Yan Nanfei said, "My business is your business." Fu Hongxue said, "I don't recognize him." Yan Nanfei said, "But he recognizes you." The chess player is still playing chess, everyone is still doing what he is doing, not paying attention to them at all, as if they are dead. Yan Nanfei asked again: "Are you a very reasonable person?" Fu Hongxue said: "Sometimes yes, sometimes not." Yan Nanfei said, "Is it time to be unreasonable?" Fu Hongxue said, "It seems so." Yan Nanfei asked again: "Can Zhuo Yuzhen and her child die?" Fu Hongxue said: "I can't." Yan Nanfei sighed, and said, "As long as you can remember this sentence, let's go." Fu Hongxue said, "Let's go? How?" Yan Nanfei said: "As soon as you heard me say the word 'puppy', carry Zhuo Yuzhen and the child into the carriage and hide them in the coffin. I will take care of the rest!" He smiled and said: "Don't forget that my ability to escape is still the best in the world." Fu Hongxue closed his mouth.Of course he understood what Yan Nanfei meant.He had absolutely no choice now, no matter what, he would never let Zhuo Yuzhen and the child fall into the hands of these people. On the scooter that the ghost grandma was sitting on, there were five women in total, except for her, they were all young and not ugly. Not ugly means good-looking, and the prettiest one is combing his hair. His hair is long, black and shiny. Yan Nanfei suddenly said: "I heard that Tianwang Miao has seventy or eighty wives, big and small." The ghost grandma said: "It's eighty, he likes round numbers." Yan Nanfei said: "I heard that no matter where he goes, he will bring at least four or five wives with him, because he may need them anytime and anywhere." The ghost grandmother said: "He is a man full of energy, and his wife is blessed." Yan Nanfei asked, "Are you one of them?" The ghost grandma sighed and said: "I really want to, but it's a pity he thinks I'm too old." Yan Nanfei said: "Who said you are old, I think you are at least ten years younger than the old lady who combed her hair." The ghost grandma laughed, and the face of the woman combing her hair changed, and she stared at him fiercely. Yan Nanfei smiled at her again, and said, "Actually, you can't be considered too old, besides the ghost grandma, you are still the youngest." Now everyone can see that he is deliberately looking for trouble, but they still can't figure out what he wants to do. People who didn't look at him on purpose can't help but look at him more now. Sure enough, he went to Chef Hao again: "Aside from chopping meat and vegetables, what is the use of your kitchen knife?" Cook Hao said: "You can still kill people." The poisonous snake on his face began to squirm again: "Killing someone with a precious sword studded with pearls is no different from killing someone with a kitchen knife." Yan Nanfei said, "It's a little different." Cook Hao said, "Which point?" Yan Nanfei ignored him, turned around, opened the coffin, and murmured, "I didn't expect there to be diced green onions in it, but I don't know if there are peppers?" Cook Hao said loudly, "What's the difference?" Yan Nanfei still ignored him, and said, "Ha, there are peppers here, it seems that this coffin is like a kitchen." Cook Hao was sitting, but now he stood up: "Why didn't you say it? What's the difference?" Yan Nanfei finally turned around and said with a smile, "I don't know what the difference is. I only know that there should be some chili in the braised five-spice horse meat." He carried a bunch of peppers, walked to the copper pot, and said: "There is probably no one who doesn't eat peppers, and the one who doesn't eat peppers is a puppy." Cook Hao was so angry that his face turned pale, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a horse hiss and a soft scold. Fu Hongxue had already picked up Zhuo Yuzhen, Zhuo Yuzhen was holding the child, and four people, two big, two small, rushed onto the cart! Zhuo Yuzhen put the child into the coffin, Fu Hongxue beat the horse with a whip, and Yan Nanfei lifted the iron frame holding the copper pot. Gongsuntu threw his cup up and shouted, "Be careful!" Before finishing the two words, Zhuo Yuzhen got into the coffin and closed the lid by herself. With a backhand swing, Yan Nanfei swung out a pot of hot horse meat, including the pot and the iron rack, and flew towards the opposite cart with a "hoo!" The soup splashed everywhere, the healthy horse neighed, the cart toppled over, pieces of hot horse meat flew out like arrows with the soup, as long as it got a little bit of it, it would immediately scald a blister. The people on the cart covered their faces with their sleeves and flew up! Holding the knife in his right hand and waving his whip in his left, Fu Hongxue rushed out of the two overturned board workshops! Xiao Siwu volleyed in the air, turned over suddenly, every muscle on his right arm was concentrated with true strength. The throwing knife is on his right hand. Yang Wuji grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand when he jumped up. Xiao Siwu's saber has already been released. This time he didn't make a sound at all, this knife still used all his strength, and it hit Fu Hongxue's back. Although the cart had toppled over, the road it gave way was not wide. Fu Hongxue had to concentrate on driving the carriage. He didn't have eyes behind his back, so he didn't know that the lightning-like knife light was coming. Even if he knew, he couldn't turn around and dodge it. Otherwise, even if he avoided the knife, he still couldn't avoid the cart on the road ahead! At this unstoppable moment, his knife suddenly pierced out from under his side. With a "ding", sparks flew in and out of the jet-black scabbard, and a four-inch long throwing knife was knocked down on the cart. Yang Wuji's sword quickly unsheathed, and the jade girl shuttled back and forth; Fu Hongxue clamped the scabbard under his side, and drew the saber with his backhand. The light of the saber flashed, and met the light of the sword. The swords did not strike each other; although the sword light was coming fast, the knife was even faster, and Yang Wuji's sword tip had pierced Fu Hongxue's throat by an inch at most, and this inch was a fatal inch. Splashing, in the rain of blood all over the sky, an arm fell out of thin air, and the sword was still tightly held in his hand—a quaint iron sword with loose grain! When Yang Wuji's body fell, it landed on the hot copper pot. This was the most promising time in his life to kill Fu Hongxue. This time his sword had almost pierced into Fu Hongxue's throat. Just an inch off. The healthy horse neighed, the cart had already left in the dust, and a blood-like sword light flew over, blocking the road! Fu Hongxue didn't look back.He heard Yan Nanfei's coughing, and Yan Nanfei must have tried his best to break the sword for him. He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that if he turned his head, he would stay and fight side by side with Yan Nanfei. It's a pity that some people can't die! Never! Cold night, barren mound. A cart stopped among the mass graves, the stars were like beans, and there was no one on the desolate rocky hill. Suddenly, a man sat up in the coffin on the cart, with long hair draped over his shoulders and eyes like autumn water.Even if she is a ghost, she must be a beautiful female ghost, enough to fascinate the scholars who study at night in the barren mound. Her eyes moved, as if she was searching; what she was looking for was not a scholar, but a man holding a knife. ——Where did Fu Hongxue go?Why leave her here alone? As soon as her eyes showed fear, Fu Hongxue had already appeared in front of her eyes. Fog rose from among the barren graves. Looking through the fog, the night seemed pale, as pale as Fu Hongxue's face. Seeing this pale face, although Zhuo Yuzhen breathed a sigh of relief, she was still very surprised: "Why did we come here?" Fu Hongxue asked without answering, "Where is the safest place to hide a grain of white rice?" Zhuo Yuzhen thought for a while, and said, "It's hidden in a big pile of white rice." Fu Hongxue said: "Where should a coffin be hidden so as not to attract the most attention?" Zhuo Yuzhen finally understood what he meant: the white rice was hidden in the pile of rice, and the coffin was hidden among the random graves. But she still didn't understand: "Why don't we go to Yan Nanfei's friend Du Shiqi?" Fu Hongxue said, "We can't go." Zhuo Yuzhen said, "You don't trust him?" Fu Hongxue said: "I can also trust people that Yan Nanfei can trust." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Then why don't you go?" Fu Hongxue said: "Tianxianglou is a big teahouse, and Du Shiqi is a famous person. If we go to him, Gongsuntu and the others will know about it within three hours!" Zhuo Yuzhen sighed, and said softly, "I didn't expect you to be more careful than me!" Fu Hongxue avoided her gaze, and took out a greased paper bag from his arms: "This is a roast chicken I bought on the way, you don't need to give it to me, I've already eaten." Zhuo Yuzhen took it silently, and as soon as she opened the oil-paper package, tears dripped on the roast chicken. Fu Hongxue pretended not to see it: "I've already checked. There are no people within two or three miles around, and no one is following us. You must get a good night's sleep. I want you to do something at dawn." Zhuo Yuzhen said, "What's the matter?" Fu Hongxue said, "Go and find out where Du Shiqi sleeps at night. When I go to find him, I absolutely must not let anyone see him." Zhuo Yuzhen said, "We still have to go find him?" Fu Hongxue nodded, and said, "My appearance is too eye-catching. There are not many people who recognize you, and I know a little bit about disguise." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Don't worry, I'm not a weak woman, I can take care of myself!" Fu Hongxue said, "Can you ride a horse?" Zhuo Yuzhen said: "A little bit!" Fu Hongxue said: "Then tomorrow morning, you can ride the horse. When you get to a place where there are people, immediately let the horse go, and stop a car on the road. When you come back, you can buy a donkey." The folk customs in the north are strong, and there are quite a few women riding donkeys. Zhuo Yuzhen said: "I will definitely be very careful, but the children..." Fu Hongxue said: "Leave the children to me, and you will leave after feeding them, so you must sleep well tonight." Zhuo Yuzhen said, "What about you?" Fu Hongxue said: "You don't need to worry about me, sometimes I can sleep while walking!" Zhuo Yuzhen looked at him, her eyes were full of tenderness and pity, as if she had a lot to say. But Fu Hongxue had already turned around, facing the dark night land, and seemed to be asleep now. noon. The children finally fell asleep, and Zhuo Yuzhen had been gone for three hours. Fu Hongxue sat in the shadow behind the cemetery, staring at the deserted tomb in front of him, not moving for a long time. What is he thinking? ——What kind of people are buried in these barren graves?How many unsung heroes are there?How many lonely prodigal sons are there? ——Are people who were lonely during their lifetime lonelier after death? —When he died, did anyone bury him?Where is it buried? —Who can answer these questions? nobody! Fu Hongxue let out a long breath, stood up slowly, and saw a donkey walking up the hill. A thin and tired donkey, an ordinary and haggard woman. Fu Hongxue looked at her, and couldn't help feeling very satisfied with his disguise technique. Zhuo Yuzhen finally came back safely, no one recognized her, and no one followed her. Seeing Fu Hongxue and the child, her eyes lit up.Just like all good wives and loving mothers in the world, she went to kiss the child first, then took out an oiled paper bag and said: "This is the roast chicken and beef I bought in the town, you don't have to give it to me, I have already eaten it It's time for dinner." Fu Hongxue took it silently. Her fingertips touched his hand lightly, and his hand was cold. If a person has spent two or three hours under the scorching sun, if his hands are still cold, he must have something on his mind. Zhuo Yuzhen looked at him and said softly, "I know you must be worried about me, so I rushed back as soon as I got the news." Fu Hongxue said, "You have found out about Du Shiqi..." Zhuo Yuzhen hurriedly said, "No one knows where Du Shiqi sleeps at night, and even if someone knew, no one would tell." Du Shiqi is undoubtedly a person who likes friends very much, of course he should have many friends. Zhuo Yuzhen said: "But I found out another thing." Fu Hongxue is listening! Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Although he has many friends, he also has many enemies, the most powerful of them is Hu Kun. Everyone in the city knows that Hu Kun is planning to kill Du Shiqi before the first day of next month, and it seems Pretty sure." Fu Hongxue said, "Today seems to be twenty-eight." Zhuo Yuzhen nodded and said, "So I was thinking in my heart that Hu Kun must know Du Shiqi's whereabouts better than anyone else in the past two days." ——If you want to inquire about a person, it is far better to go to his enemies than to his friends. Fu Hongxue said, "Have you ever looked for Hu Kun?" Zhuo Yuzhen said, "I haven't." She smiled and said again: "But you can go to him, you can go to him in a grand manner, don't be afraid that Gongsun Tu and the others will find out, it might be even better if they know." She smiled softly and sweetly, like a gentle and sweet little fox. Fu Hongxue looked at her, and suddenly understood what she meant, and his eyes immediately showed admiration. Zhuo Yuzhen said: "The biggest teahouse in the city is not Tianxianglou, but Dengxianlou." Fu Hongxue asked, "Where does Hu Kun often go?" Zhuo Yuzhen said: "He goes there every day, almost from morning to night, because he is the one who opened Dengxian Tower!" After dark, Fu Hongxue left Zhuo Yuzhen and her children on the rocky hill.How could he feel at ease staying in that gloomy, desolate, dark, terrifying mass grave?Maybe it was because the place was too desolate and dark, no one would think that he would leave them there, so he was relieved. Is he really absolutely assured?no.But he must arrange a lot of things for them so that they can live in peace.He knew he could never be with them forever! ——There is no one person in the world who can be with another person forever. ——No matter how long people get together, the final outcome is parting. ——It's not death, it's life. He suddenly thought of Ming Yuexin. He has been trying to control himself, not letting himself think about her. But on this deserted hillside, in this lonely night, the more things you shouldn't think about, the easier it is to think about them. So he not only thought of Ming Yuexin, but also Yan Nanfei, the way Ming Yuexin stared at him when they were parting, and Yan Nanfei's dry cough, and the blood-red sword. Where are they now?Is it in the end of the world, or in the furnace? Fu Hongxue didn't know! He doesn't even know where he is.Is it in the furnace, or in the end of the world? He held his knife tightly, he only knew that this knife was forged from the furnace! Isn't he now like a knife in a furnace?