Chapter 22 Chapter 20 The Master and the Qin Boy

The earth was darker, and the man slowly stepped out of the darkness into the light. His complexion was also pale, almost like Fu Hongxue's, so transparently and horribly white. His eyes were bright, but with an indescribable emptiness and melancholy. The big man looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help asking: "You know he's going to kill you, but you still want to come?" The man said: "I must come." The big man said: "Why?" The man said, "Because I want to kill him too." The big man said: "Is it necessary to kill?" The man nodded and said: "Everyone has to do a few things in his life that he doesn't want to do, because he has no choice at all."

The big man looked at him and then at Fu Hongxue, both surprised and confused.This kind of thing is something that people like him will never understand.But he already felt a murderous aura, the square inch in front of the small noodle stall seemed to have suddenly turned into a murderous execution ground, even stronger than the murderous aura on the execution ground, it was terrifying. The people who came out of the darkness turned to Fu Hongxue with even more melancholy eyes. A heartless person should not have this melancholy. Xiao Siwu was originally a ruthless person. He suddenly sighed and said, "You should know that I didn't want to come."

Fu Hongxue remained silent.He seemed to have been drunk and numb for a long time, and even the hand holding the knife had lost the rock-like stability of the past, but he still held the knife in his hand, and his knife hadn't changed. Xiao Siwu looked at his saber and said: "I believe that sooner or later, your saber will be broken." Fu Hongxue had already said, "I'm waiting for you." Xiao Siwu said: "I originally wanted to wait until that day to come to you." Fu Hongxue suddenly said, "Then you shouldn't have come now." Xiao Siwu said: "But I have come."

Fu Hongxue said, "Why did you come when you knew you shouldn't have come?" Xiao Siwu actually smiled, and the smile was full of sarcasm: "Didn't you do something you knew you shouldn't do?" Fu Hongxue closed his mouth. He did. ——Some things you know you shouldn't do, but you have to do them, and you can't even control yourself. ——These things themselves seem to have an irresistible temptation. ——In addition, there are some things you shouldn't do, but you can't even escape because you are forced by the environment. Xiao Siwu said: "I have looked for you three times, I will kill you, and you let me go three times."

Fu Hongxue was silent again. Xiao Siwu said: "I know you never wanted to kill me." Fu Hongxue suddenly asked again: "You also know why I don't want to kill you?" Xiao Siwu said: "Because you haven't met an opponent for a long time, you also want to wait until that day to see if I can break your sword." Fu Hongxue admitted. Being invincible is not as pleasant as others imagine. When a person has no opponent, he is even more lonely than having no friends. Xiao Siwu said: "But I know now that you will not wait any longer, this time you will definitely kill me."

Fu Hongxue said, "Why?" Xiao Siwu said: "Because you can no longer control yourself." His eyes were empty, and he looked like a dead person, but his smile was still full of sarcasm: "Because you are no longer the old Fu Hongxue." —You are nothing but an executioner now. He didn't say this sentence, his knife flew out, quickly, accurately, and deadly! Although he knew that Fu Hongxue would definitely break this knife, he still used all his strength when he struck. Because he is "sincere", at least he is "sincere" with his sword. The meaning of the word "sincerity" is a kind of dedication, precision, and perseverance. Never give up the last chance until you are completely desperate, and never give up the last effort.

It is not easy to do this. As long as anyone can do this, no matter what they do, they will be successful.It's a pity that he no longer has the chance, because he took a path that he shouldn't have taken. Because Fu Hongxue has drawn his sword! With a flash of the knife, the head fell to the ground. The blood mist was like a mist under the dim light. The lights turned red, but the faces of the people turned blue. The blood in the big man's whole body seemed to have frozen, and even his breathing seemed to have stopped. He also used a knife, and he also killed people, but now that he saw Fu Hongxue's knife, he realized that what he used was not a knife at all.

He even felt that he had never killed anyone before. The lights are dim again! He raised his head, and suddenly realized that Fu Hongxue was no longer under the light. Where the light does not shine, it is still dark. "I really could not have killed him, why did I still kill him?" Fu Hongxue looked at the knife in his hand, and suddenly understood why Xiao Siwu had come! ——Because he knew that Fu Hongxue could no longer control himself, he thought he had a chance to defeat Fu Hongxue. —he was anxious to try it, so he couldn't wait until that day. ——After all, waiting is a very painful thing, he is still very young after all.

Fu Hongxue's judgment was not wrong, and he himself knew that he was not wrong. Who is wrong? No matter who was at fault, the pressure and burden in his heart could no longer be relieved, because he killed someone he would never have killed before. "Am I really out of control?" "Have I really become an executioner?" "Sooner or later, I'm going to go crazy too?" The large table was spotless, and there was no sound in the large room, because Gong Ziyu was meditating. "Xiao Si Wu has gone?" He was asking just now. "yes." "How did you get him to go?"

"We made him think that he had a chance to kill Fu Hongxue." "The results of it?" "As a result, Fu Hongxue killed him." "He also shot first?" "yes." Now that Gong Ziyu was thinking, the object of his thinking was of course Fu Hongxue, and only Fu Hongxue was worthy of his thinking. Except for Fu Hongxue, almost no one can arouse his interest now. It was getting dark outside the window, and the fragrance of flowers flowed silently in the evening wind. He suddenly smiled: "He is still killing people, and he can still kill with a single blow, but he is almost finished."

He asked again: "Do you know why he is almost finished?" What he looked at was not Gu Qi in front of him, but a person standing behind him. No one will notice this person, because he is too silent, too quiet, too ordinary, just like Gong Ziyu's shadow. No one would pay attention to a shadow, but what Gong Ziyu said was not asking Gu Qi, but him. Could it be that he could explain what Gu Qi couldn't explain?Does he know more than Gu Qi? "If a person reaches the point where he is almost finished, there will definitely be a gap exposed." "gap?" "It's like the gap when a dike breaks down." His words were odd but precise. "Fu Hongxue already has a gap?" Gong Ziyu asked again. "He didn't want to kill Xiao Siwu at first. He has let Xiao Siwu go three times, but this time he can't control himself anymore." "This is his gap?" "yes." Gong Ziyu smiled more happily: "Now we don't have to send people to him to kill?" "You can send another one." "Who?" "he himself." The words used by the shadow were even more peculiar: "He is the only one in the world who can kill Fu Hongxue, and only Fu Hongxue can kill himself." What is more cruel than killing someone? Forcing someone to commit suicide is more cruel than killing someone, because the process is longer and more painful. Long night, long and terrible. The long night is coming to an end. Fu Hongxue stopped and watched the milky white morning mist rising between the bamboo fence and flowers and trees. This long night, he finally survived.How long can he survive? Tired, hungry, cracking headache, chapped lips.He didn't know where he was at the moment, let alone whose bamboo fence or flower tree it was. He has been gone for too long.He stopped here, just because there is the sound of the piano. The ethereal sound of the zither seems to come out of the emptiness at the same time as the morning mist. He didn't want to stop here, and he didn't know how he stopped. The ethereal sound of the piano is like the call of distant relatives. He has no relatives, but when he heard the sound of the zither, his heart immediately had a strange feeling, and then his whole body seemed to be integrated with the sound of the zither, and the murder and bloodshed suddenly became very far away. Since he killed the Ni family brothers and sisters, this was the first time he felt completely relaxed. Suddenly hearing the sound of "Zheng", the sound of the piano was cut off, but a human voice came from the small garden: "Unexpectedly, there is a bosom friend outside the door, why don't you come in and sit down?" Without even thinking about it, Fu Hongxue pushed Chai Fei away and walked in. In the small garden, the flowers and trees are scattered, and there are three or five jingshe. A white-haired old man in common clothes is already bowing to welcome the guests. Fu Hongxue actually saluted with a long bow, and said, "How dare you greet an uninvited guest in person?" The old man smiled and said: "It's easy to get a distinguished guest, but hard to find a bosom friend. If you don't greet him personally, you're not a disrespectful person. How can you learn the piano?" Fu Hongxue said, "Yes." The old man said: "Please." In the elegant room, the couch is high and low, and there is a piano on it. The elegant qin seems to be at least a thousand years old, but the tail of the qin is scorched in one place. Fu Hongxue moved, "Could it be that this is 'Jiaowei', the number one piano in the world passed down by old people?" The old man smiled and said, "Your Excellency has good eyesight." Fu Hongxue said: "Then the old man is Master Zhong?" The old man said: "This old man's surname is Zhong." Fu Hongxue bowed again.This is the first time he has shown such respect for a person.What he respects is not this person, but his unparalleled piano skills; noble and unique art, noble and independent personality, all should be respected equally. The wooden couch was spotless, Master Zhong took off his shoes, got on the couch, sat cross-legged, and said, "You sit too." Fu Hongxue didn't sit down.The dirt and blood on his body had not been washed for a long time. Master Zhong said: "Although there is only one piano and one piano in this small room, there are not many people who can come in." He stared at Fu Hongxue: "Do you know why I invited you in?" Fu Hongxue shook his head. Master Zhong said: "Because I can see that although your clothes are disheveled, your heart is like a mirror, so why should you be ashamed of yourself?" Fu Hongxue also sat down. Master Zhong smiled, stroking the strings with his hands, and with a "ding dong", the ethereal sound of the piano immediately occupied Fu Hongxue's mind again. He was still holding his knife tightly in his hand, but he suddenly felt that this knife was superfluous.This is also the first time he has this feeling, the sound of the piano seems to have led him into another world, where there is no knife and no hostility. ——Why do people kill people?He not only kills himself, but also forces others to kill. Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife gradually relaxed.He was indeed on the verge of collapse, but in the sound of the piano, he was relieved. Although the sound is far away, it is clear to the ears.At this moment, there was a sound of "Zheng" in the distance, which seemed to be the sound of a piano. Master Zhong's hand playing the qin suddenly trembled, and with the sound of "ge", all five strings broke. Fu Hongxue's complexion also changed.The world suddenly became dead silent.Master Zhong sat there motionless, with a depressed expression, as if he had lost something, he seemed to have suddenly aged ten years. Fu Hongxue couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that Master heard some ominous omen?" Master Zhong ignored it.There was another piano sound in the distance, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.When the piano sounded again, the elegant and quiet old man suddenly jumped up from the couch, wearing only a pair of white socks, and rushed out. A gust of wind blew from outside the door, and the broken strings on the qin danced against the wind, as if the spirit of the qin had come back to life and wanted to follow him out to see who was playing the qin in the distance. Fu Hongxue also followed out. The strings are broken, people are getting old, even the flowers and trees in this small garden seem to have become haggard at this moment. What is this for? At the end of the long alley is a long street, and at the end of the long street is a market. Now is the time for the morning market, and the market is full of all kinds of people and voices. People are ordinary people, and their voices are also ordinary. What is this outstanding Master Zhong looking for here?A pair of spotless white socks on his feet were covered with dirt, and he stood there blankly looking around, like a little housewife who lost her purse. How could the world-famous Qin Sheng become like this? Fu Hongxue was not a talkative person, but at this moment he couldn't help asking: "What exactly is Master looking for?" Master Zhong was silent, with a strange expression on his face, and it took him a long time to answer: "I want to find someone, and I must find this person." Fu Hongxue said, "Who?" Master Zhong said: "A peerless expert." Fu Hongxue said, "How tall is he?" Master Zhong said: "Qin." Fu Hongxue said, "His piano is higher than the master's?" Master Zhong sighed deeply, and said sadly: "The sound of his strings is enough to make me dare not speak the piano for the rest of my life." Fu Hongxue couldn't help being moved again: "Master already knows where this person is?" Master Zhong said: "The sound of the piano comes from here, so he must be here too." Fu Hongxue said: "This is just a market." Master Zhong sighed: "It is because this is a market that he can show his brilliance." Fu Hongxue said, "Why?" Master Zhong looked far into the distance, as if he lost something, but also gained something: "Because although others are in the world, their minds are far away from the white clouds. Everything in the world is not enough to affect his mind like still water." Fu Hongxue was silent, slowly raised his head, and suddenly said loudly: "Could it be him that the master is talking about?" There is a meat case in the market. No matter what kind of market, there are meat cases. Where there is meat, there is a butcher. No matter where the butcher is, he always seems to be a bit extravagant, and always feels that he is nobler than other street vendors. Because he can kill, because he is not afraid of bloodshed. The butcher was cutting meat, and there was a tall cutting board next to the meat table, and a person was leaning under the cutting board. A lazy man in white. The ground was wet and dirty, and many housewives wore spiked shoes to buy vegetables, but this man didn't care, and just sat lazily on the mud floor.There is a piano on his lap. He seemed to be playing the piano, but the strings did not ring. Master Zhong had already walked over, stood in front of him respectfully, and bowed to the ground. The man was looking at his hands without even raising his head. Master Zhong looked even more respectful, and actually called himself a disciple: "Disciple Zhongli." The man in white said indifferently: "Could it be the master of the holy bell in the piano?" Cold sweat broke out again on Master Zhong's forehead, and he murmured: "When the strings of a gentleman's qin are moved, it is already wonderful in the world, why don't you play it again?" The man in white said: "I'm afraid." Master Zhong was stunned and said, "Afraid? What are you afraid of?" The man in white said: "I'm afraid you'll crash your head against your Jiaoweiqin." Master Zhong lowered his head, sweating like rain, but still couldn't help asking: "A gentleman comes from afar?" The man in white said: "Come from far away, but don't know where to go." Master Zhong said: "I dare not ask Gao's name." The man in white said: "You don't need to ask for advice, I'm just a piano boy." piano boy?Someone like this would be someone else's piano boy?Who is equipped with such a piano boy? Master Zhong couldn't believe it, this kind of fact made him unimaginable, and he couldn't help asking: "With the talent of a gentleman, why do you want to be inferior to others?" The man in white said lightly: "Because I am not as good as him." Fu Hongxue suddenly asked, "Who is he?" The man in white smiled and said, "Since I know who you are, you should also know who he is." Fu Hongxue's hand clenched his knife again: "Gong Ziyu?" The man in white smiled and said, "You really know." Fu Hongxue suddenly struck out like lightning, and grabbed his hand. Unexpectedly, Master Zhong rushed over, hugged Fu Hongxue's arm with all his strength, and said loudly, "You must not hurt these hands, they are unparalleled in the world." The man in white laughed, and the butcher, who was chopping meat with a knife, suddenly slashed at the top of Fu Hongxue's head. A vegetable vendor next to the meat case also used the scales as acupuncture points, and urgently tapped Fu Hongxue's "Qimen", "Jiangtai" and "Xuanyang" acupuncture points. The housewife who was carrying a basket to buy vegetables also put the basket in her hand on Fu Hongxue's head. A peddler in the back carried two cages of chickens on a pole, and pulled out the pole, sweeping across Fu Hongxue's waist. All of a sudden, there was a flash of the knife, and there was a "click", the shoulder pole broke, the vegetable basket was shattered, a steelyard was split in half, and a meat chopping knife flew out obliquely, with a bloody hand still on the handle. . The chickens and ducks in the cages flew out, and the chaos in the market was like a pot of hot porridge that had just boiled. The man in white under the chopping board has disappeared. The crowd rushed over, butchers, vegetable vendors, housewives, and chicken sellers had all disappeared into the crowd, but the sound of the piano sounded in the distance again. Fu Hongxue left the crowd and walked out. There were still people outside the crowd, but he couldn't see the person he was looking for, but he heard the sound of the piano again. He will go wherever the sound of the piano comes from.He was not walking fast.No one can catch this ethereal piano sound, so what's the use of walking fast? He doesn't give up either.As long as there is still the sound of the piano in front of him, he will go forward.Master Zhong actually followed behind, his snow-white socks were torn, even the soles of his feet were torn, it was unknown how long he had been walking. As the sun grew higher, they were already out of the market and out of town.The late spring breeze blows the green seedlings in the fields.The mountains in the distance are undulating, and the earth is as gentle as a virgin's breast. They walked into the embrace of "her". Surrounded by green mountains and flowing water, the sound of the piano seems to be at the end of the mountains and deep waters. The green hills are deep, the flowing water is still, beside the small lake, there is a small wooden house. There is a piano and a few pianos in the wooden house, but no one is there. There seems to be a lingering rhyme on the strings, and a short note is pressed under the piano platform: "The knife is broken, the harp is broken, the moon falls and the flowers wither, The son is like a dragon, soaring nine days. " The empty mountain is silent. Facing the distant mountains, Master Zhong was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "This is really a good place. Those who can't leave don't have to, and those who can't, why bother?" Fu Hongxue looked at him from a distance, waiting for him to continue. Master Zhong was silent for a long time again: "I am not ready to leave." Fu Hongxue said, "Do you want to leave, or can't you?" Master Zhong didn't answer, but turned around, faced him, and asked, "How old do you think I am?" His head was full of white hair, and his face was already covered with traces of pain from exhaustion. He looked tired and old, and he seemed much older than when Fu Hongxue first met him. He answered the question he asked himself: "I have become famous since I was young, and I am only thirty-five or sixty-five this year." Fu Hongxue looked at his tired face and white hair, although he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but look very surprised. Master Zhong smiled and said, "I know I must be an old man, I have gray hair many years ago." His smile was full of bitterness: "Because my efforts have been exhausted. Although I have won comfort and honor that others can't dream of on that piano, that piano has also sucked out my essence and blood." Fu Hongxue understood what he meant: if a person is completely addicted to one thing, it is as if he has made a deal with the devil. ——I will give you everything you want, and I will give you everything you have, including your life and soul. Master Zhong said: "This was a fair deal, I have nothing to complain about, but now..." He stared at Fu Hongxue: "You are a swordsman. If you, like me, gave everything for your sword, but suddenly found that others could knock you down with a snap of your fingers, what would you do?" Fu Hongxue didn't answer. Master Zhong sighed, and said slowly: "Of course you don't understand this kind of thing. To you, a knife is a knife, and it has no other meaning." Fu Hongxue wanted to laugh, so he laughed.Of course he couldn't laugh. —A knife is nothing more than a knife?And who knows what this knife means to him?Didn't he also make a deal with the devil, didn't he also give everything?What did he get? Perhaps there is no second person in the world who can understand this kind of thing better than him, but he didn't say it.His bitter water had soaked into his bones and blood, and he couldn't even vomit. Master Zhong smiled again, and said: "No matter what, since we can meet, there is always a destiny, and I will play another song for you." Fu Hongxue said, "And then?" Master Zhong said: "Then if you want to leave, you can leave." Fu Hongxue said, "Aren't you leaving?" Master Zhong said: "Me? Where else can I go?" Fu Hongxue finally fully understood what he meant—this is a good place, and he was ready to bury his bones here.For him, life is no longer an honor, but a shame, and his life is meaningless. With a sound of "Ding Dong", the piano sounded again. The twilight outside the window was deep, and the darkness fell like a veil, covering the valley. The sound of his piano is sad, like a white-haired palace lady who has been in chaos for a long time, telling people the misery of life. Even if there is joy in life, it is just a fleeting cloud, and only sadness is eternal. A person's life is so short, no matter who it is, it is inevitable to die in the end. Why do people live? Why struggle?Why suffer?Why don't you understand that only death is eternal rest? Then the sound of the piano began to tell the peace and beauty of death, a kind of peace and beauty that no one can describe in words, only his sound of the piano can express. Because he himself was already addicted to the dream of death. The hand of the god of death seems to be helping him to pluck the strings, urging people to give up everything and go to rest forever in the dream of death. There, there is neither suffering nor struggle for anyone. There, no one wants to kill, and no one wants to force others to kill. This is undoubtedly irresistible to anyone. Fu Hongxue's hands began to tremble, and his clothes were drenched in cold sweat.If life is so miserable, why do we have to live on? His grip on the knife tightened.Is he ready to draw his sword?Draw a knife and kill who? ——Only he can kill Fu Hongxue, and only Fu Hongxue can kill himself. The sound of the piano is sadder, and the valley is darker. There is no light, no hope. The sound of the piano seemed to be calling again, and he seemed to see Yan Nanfei and Ming Yuexin smiling all over their faces again. Have they rested?Are they persuading him to enjoy that kind of peace and beauty?Fu Hongxue finally pulled out his saber!