Chapter 23 The twenty-first time to escape from the cage

With a flash of the knife, it wasn't the head that was chopped off, but the strings of the zither. Why did he chop off the strings with a knife? Master Zhong raised his head and looked at him in surprise, not only surprised but also angry. The knife is sheathed.Fu Hongxue had already sat down. Looking in the darkness, his pale face seemed to be carved out of marble, strong, cold, and noble. Master Zhong said: "Even if the sound of my zither is not enough for the respected ears, but the strings are innocent, why don't you simply cut off my head?" Fu Hongxue said: "The strings of the qin are innocent, and so are the people. It is better to break the qin than to die."

Master Zhong said: "I don't understand." Fu Hongxue said: "You should understand. But you really don't understand many things." He continued coldly: "You let others know that life is short and death is inevitable, but they don't know that there are many kinds of death." Death can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai, Master Zhong doesn't understand this truth. Fu Hongxue said: "Since a person is born, even if he is about to die, he must die vigorously and with peace of mind." ——If a person cannot do what he should do well in life, how can he die in peace?

The meaning of life is to continue to struggle.As long as you understand this, your life will not be meaningless.The misery of life is to be overcome by human beings themselves. "But I live only in disgrace." "Then you should find a way to do something meaningful to wash away your shame, otherwise even if you die, it is also a shame." Death can't solve any problems. Only cowards who can't stand the blow will use death as a relief. "I paid no less than you for this knife, but I didn't get the comfort and glory you had. All I got was hatred and contempt. In the eyes of others, you are Qin Zhong Holy Spirit, I am but an executioner."

"But you still want to live?" "As long as I can live, I will definitely live. The more others want me to die, the more I want to live." Fu Hongxue said, "Living is not a shame, death is!" His pale face shone with light, and looked more solemn and noble.A nobility that is almost divine. He was no longer the bloody, destitute executioner.He has found the true meaning of life, found out from the suffering and blows that others cannot bear!Because the harder others hit him, the stronger his resistance will be.This strength of resistance made him finally break free from the cage he had created.Of course, Gong Ziyu never thought of this!

Master Zhong couldn't think of it either.But when he looked at Fu Hongxue, there was no longer surprise and anger in his eyes, only respect. ——The noble and independent personality should be respected as much as the noble and unique art. He couldn't help asking: "Do you also want to do something meaningful to wash away your shame?" Fu Hongxue said, "I'm doing my best." Master Zhong said: "Aside from killing people, what else have you done?" Fu Hongxue said: "At least I have proved to him that I did not give in, nor was he knocked down."

Master Zhong said: "Who is he?" Fu Hongxue said: "Gong Ziyu." Master Zhong let out a long breath: "A person who can have such a Qin boy must be a remarkable person!" Fu Hongxue said, "He is." Master Zhong said: "But you want to kill him?" Fu Hongxue said, "Yes." Master Zhong said: "Is it meaningful to kill someone?" Fu Hongxue said: "If this person is alive, others will suffer and be bullied violently, then it would be meaningful for me to kill him." Master Zhong said: "Why haven't you done this yet?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Because I couldn't find him." Master Zhong said: "Since he is a great person, he must enjoy a great name, why can't you find him?" Fu Hongxue said: "Because although he is famous all over the world, few people can see his true face." ——This is also a very strange thing, the more famous a person is, the fewer people can see him. The master should always understand this one o'clock.He himself is famous all over the world, and few people can see him. But he didn't say anything, and Fu Hongxue didn't want to say anything more.All that needs to be said has been said.

Fu Hongxue stood up: "I just want you to know that although this is a good place, it's not where we should stay for a long time." So even though it was still dark outside, he didn't want to stay any longer.As long as the heart is bright, why fear the darkness?He walked out slowly, although the way he walked was still clumsy and strange, his waist was straight. Master Zhong looked at his back and suddenly said, "Wait a minute." Fu Hongxue stopped. Master Zhong said: "You really want to find Gong Ziyu?" Fu Hongxue nodded. Master Zhong said: "Then, you should stay here, I'll go."

Fu Hongxue moved, "Why? You knew he would come here?" Master Zhong didn't answer, but walked out first. Fu Hongxue said, "How did you know? Who are you?" Master Zhong suddenly turned around and smiled, "Who do you think I am?" His smile was strange and mysterious, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the night, blending with the darkness. Only his voice came from a distance: "As long as you wait here patiently, you will definitely find him." "Who do you think I am?" Could it be that he is not really Master Zhong?Could it be that he is Yu Qin?Otherwise, how would he know about Gong Ziyu's whereabouts?

Fu Hongxue was not sure.He has never seen Master Zhong's true face, let alone Yu Qin. Will Gong Ziyu really come here?He can't be sure, but he has decided to stay.This is his only clue, no matter what, he can't give up. The night was getting deeper, and no sound could be heard in the empty mountain.Absolute absence of sound is a terrible sound, and it is difficult for a person to fall asleep in such conditions. Fu Hongxue had already fallen asleep.Falling asleep is not falling asleep.There is no lamp in the hut, except for a piano, a table, and a couch, there is nothing in the room.He is hungry and tired.He wants to sleep very much.Over the years, the pain of insomnia has been tormenting him, and it is already a luxury for him to sleep peacefully.Why so quiet?Why is there no sound of wind?He could only cough a few times by himself, and could hardly bear the desire to talk to himself, to say a few words to himself.At this moment, he suddenly dreamed of a "ding dong".

This is the sound of the piano!Qin was on the table in front of the couch, and there was no one else in the room except him. How can the strings ring if no one is plucking them? Fu Hongxue felt a chill run up his spine, couldn't help turning over, and stared at the piano next to him.The starlight is shining coldly on the strings. The strings rang again, and "Gong Shang, Gong Chi, Gong Yu" rang several times in succession. Who is plucking the strings?Is it the elf in the piano?Or a ghost in the empty mountain? Fu Hongxue suddenly jumped up, and saw a faint black shadow outside the rear window.Is that a figure, or a ghost?How can a person pluck the strings on the piano when he is outside the window?Fu Hongxue sneered: "Good fingers." The black shadow outside the window seemed to be taken aback, and quickly backed away. Fu Hongxue was even faster.Almost without any preparatory action at all, his body has already shot out like an arrow. The figure outside the window turned over in the air and was already submerged in the darkness. The empty mountain is silent and the night is cold.Fu Hongxue went further, but he couldn't see anyone, but when he turned around, he saw a lamp. The lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.The light is in the window.Who lit the lamp in the house? Fu Hongxue stopped using lightness kung fu and walked back slowly.The candle was not extinguished, but the lamp was on.The strings on the table were already broken, neatly broken, as if cut by a sharp knife. There was still no one in the room, but there was a short note under the piano stage: "If you don't leave this evening, people will be broken like a piano." The handwriting is very good and delicate, and it is obviously written by the same person as the short card pressed under the piano just now. Where are people? Fu Hongxue sat down, facing the lonely lamp with broken strings, his eyes suddenly shone.Only ghosts can come and go in a flash.He never believed that there were ghosts in this world.If there are no ghosts in the world, there must be a tunnel in this house, probably just a few times in front of the couch.In this regard, he is not an expert, but he also understands.He more or less understands all the tricks of ghosts and monsters in the Jianghu. Although the knowledge of "organ news" is very complicated, it is not too difficult to find the tunnel in a small room. Is Gong Ziyu already here?From the tunnel? Fu Hongxue closed his eyes and held his breath.Let your heart calm down before you can feel sensitive.Then he started looking. He couldn't find it. ——If you don’t leave this evening, people will be broken like a piano. ——I can't find you, you will always find me, why not just wait for you here, and see how you can make me feel like a piano? Fu Hongxue sat down slowly, and turned on the lights.Light always wakes up and uplifts a person, but sleep is always out of his reach. Sometimes he wants to sleep but can't, sometimes he wants to sleep but can't. The person who cuts the string can appear from the double wall of the secret path at any time, and cuts his person like a string! Is this person Gong Ziyu?What kind of person is Gong Ziyu? Fu Hongxue tightly held his knife in his hand, a pitch-black knife.He looked down at the knife in his hand, and felt as if he was sinking gradually into the black scabbard.He fell asleep suddenly. The night was dark, a lamp was like a bean, and there was peace and tranquility in the world, without disaster, blood, and sound. When Fu Hongxue woke up, he was still sitting comfortably on the chair.He didn't know how long he had slept, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was his knife.The knife was still in his hand, and the black scabbard shimmered under the lamp.Maybe he just closed his eyes and took a nap.He is so tired.After all, he is not a man of iron, and such things will inevitably happen.As long as his knife is in hand, he has nothing to fear.But when he raised his head, he immediately sank again, sinking to the bottom of the cold lake.He was still sitting on the chair, and his knife was still in his hand, but this place was no longer the simple wooden house in the barren hills. The first thing he saw was a painting, a horizontal scroll four feet seven feet long, hanging on the opposite wall. Of course, the room is more than four feet seven feet long.In addition to this painting, there are also various weapons hanging on the snow-white walls, including the huge stone axes that people used to hunt animals long before ancient bronze and iron were discovered, and the spears used by soldiers of the Warring States Period when they fought on the battlefield. He Fangchao, there is the Qinglong Yanyue Dao used by the legendary Wu Sheng Guan Yu, as well as the extremely rare foreign swords crossing the tiger basket and curved sword in the Jianghu. Most of them are knives. Single sword, double sword, Yanling sword, ghost head sword, golden back machete, Jie sword, nine ring sword, fish scale purple gold sword... There is even a ghost sword that is more than ten feet long. But what shocked Fu Hongxue the most was a pitch-black knife!Just like the knife in his hand.Hundreds of thousands of weapons have not covered the walls, so one can imagine the spaciousness of this room.But the floor was covered with a complete Persian rug, which made the room feel indescribably warm and comfortable.Everything in the house has been carefully chosen.Fu Hongxue had never been to such a gorgeous and noble place in his life. Now he doesn't know how he got here.It wasn't a dream, but it was far more grotesque than the most grotesque dreams.His hand holding the knife was already cold, and the handle of the knife was drenched with cold sweat from his palm. But he neither exclaimed nor fled.He still sat quietly in the chair, not even moving.Since this person can bring him here without anyone noticing, it is of course easier to kill him.Now that he is still alive, why should he run away?Why bother? Suddenly a person outside the door laughed and said, "Mr. Fu is so calm." The door opened, and it was Master Zhong who walked in with a big smile. It's just that this Master Zhong's appearance has changed a little, the commoner clothes on his body have been replaced by brocade robes, his white hair is darker, and his wrinkles are less, he looks at least ten or twenty years younger. Fu Hongxue just glanced at him coldly, without even a hint of surprise, as if he had already calculated that he would see this person in this place. Master Zhong bowed to the ground and said, "I'm going down to Yuqin to pay my respects to Mr. Fu." It turned out that he was Yu Qin, and it turned out that he was Gong Ziyu's qin boy. The qin boy next to the meat case in the market was just a small supporting role to accompany him in that play.This play was only performed for Fu Hongxue alone. Fu Hongxue had never seen what the real Yu Qin looked like anyway. Of course, the play was well acted and very realistic.Could it be that they played this play just to make Fu Hongxue listen to that sad song, to make him feel disheartened, and draw his knife to cut his own neck?Now if this knife is pulled out again, of course it will not be his own neck that will be cut. Seeing the knife in his hand, Yu Qin stopped far away, and suddenly said: "What is this place? How did I come here?" He smiled, and continued: "Master Fu should have asked me these two sentences. Since Mr. Fu didn't ask, I had to ask them." If he asked himself, he had to answer it himself. But Fu Hongxue said coldly: "This is a good place, since I've already come, why bother to ask how I got here?" Yu Qin was startled, and said, "Master Fu really doesn't want to ask?" Fu Hongxue said, "I don't want to." Yu Qin looked at him, and said hesitantly, "Master Fu, is he trying to kill me with a single knife and rush out the door?" Fu Hongxue said, "I don't want to." Yu Qin said: "Don't tell me Mr. Fu doesn't want to leave?" Fu Hongxue said: "I didn't come easily, why did I have to leave?" Yu Qin was stunned again.When he came in, he thought that Fu Hongxue would inevitably be panic-stricken, but he didn't expect that it was himself who was panic-stricken now. Fu Hongxue said, "Sit down." Yu Qin actually sat down.On the white jade table next to the carved wooden chair, there is a qin, which is the famous qin Jiaowei that is unparalleled in the world and unique in ancient and modern times. Fu Hongxue said: "Please play a piece and listen to it for me." Yu Qin said: "Yes." As soon as the "ding dong" sounded, the piano sound had already started, and of course it was not the kind of sad sound that made people feel disheartened.The sound of the piano is full of joy and joy, wealth and glory, even those who really can't live will never want to die after listening to it.Of course he himself didn't want to die. Fu Hongxue suddenly asked, "Gong Ziyu is here too?" Although Yu Qin didn't answer, the sound of the piano was gentle, as if saying: "Yes." Fu Hongxue said, "Does he also want to see me?" Qin Sheng replied on behalf of Yu Qin: "Yes." Fu Hongxue was a bosom friend, and was about to ask again, when a strange sound suddenly sounded outside, monotonous, short, sharp, terrifying, one after another, non-stop. Yu Qin's hand trembled, and two strings broke suddenly.There seemed to be an indescribable intimidating power in this sharp and short voice.No matter who heard this sound, they would feel that their throats were dry, their heart beat faster, and their stomachs contracted, even Fu Hongxue was no exception. Yu Qin's complexion had changed, she stood up suddenly, and strode out. Fu Hongxue didn't stop him.He never did anything unnecessary, he had to concentrate and try to keep himself calm and composed. The swords on the wall gleamed coldly under the lamp, and the four-foot-seven-foot-long horizontal scroll was undoubtedly the masterpiece of the painting.He doesn't even look at it anymore, he must not be distracted by anything.But he still couldn't concentrate, the short and sharp voice kept ringing, like a hammer hammer was constantly beating his nerves.It wasn't until the door knocker rang that he noticed that there was another door behind him. A beautiful woman in white was standing outside the door and staring at him, she seemed to be Zhuo Yuzhen.But she was not Zhuo Yuzhen. She was far more beautiful than Zhuo Yuzhen, her beauty was fresh and noble, her smile was gentle and elegant, and her demeanor was even more charming, even Fu Hongxue couldn't help but look at her more. She had already walked in, closed the door gently, walked past Fu Hongxue, walked to the middle of the hall, then turned to face him, smiled and said, "I know you are Fu Hongxue, but you must not know who I am. " Her voice was as noble and elegant as her person, but she spoke directly.Obviously not that kind of coquettish and artificial woman. Fu Honglei didn't know who she was. But she was already saying: "My surname is Zhuo, and I can be regarded as the hostess here, so you can call me Mrs. Zhuo. If you think this name is too vulgar, you can also call me Desk." She smiled and said: "The table is my nickname, and my friends like to call me by this name." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "Mrs. Zhuo." He is not her friend.He has no friends. Of course Mrs. Zhuo understood what he meant, but she still smiled happily and said, "No wonder others say you are a weirdo, and you really are." Fu Hongxue himself admitted it. Mrs. Zhuo rolled her eyes and said, "Don't you want to ask me, who is Zhuo Yuzhen to me?" Fu Hongxue said, "I don't want to." Mrs. Zhuo said: "Is there really nothing in this world that can tempt you?" Fu Hongxue shut his mouth.If he refused to answer a word, he immediately shut up, very tightly. Mrs. Zhuo sighed and said, "I thought you would at least take a look at these weapons. Everyone who has been here is very interested in these weapons." These weapons are indeed high-quality goods. It is really not easy to collect so many weapons, and it is not easy to see them.Few people who practice martial arts are willing to miss this kind of opportunity. She suddenly turned around and went to the wall, and took off a simple, dark and heavy iron sword: "Do you recognize who used this sword?" Fu Hongxue only glanced at it, and immediately said, "This is the sword used by Guo Songyang." He didn't want to say it, but couldn't help but say it.He couldn't be seen as ignorant by her. Mrs. Zhuo smiled and said, "Sure enough, I have good eyesight." There is not much appreciation in this sentence.In the past, the Songyang Iron Sword ruled across the world, ranking fourth in the weapon spectrum, and there are not many people who don't recognize this sword. Mrs. Zhuo said: "Although this is just a counterfeit, its shape, weight, length, and even the iron used for making the sword are absolutely exactly the same as the old Songyang iron sword." She couldn't help showing a look of pride in her smile: "Even this sword tassel was made by the aunt of the Guo family. Except for the iron sword handed down by their family, it may be difficult to find it in the whole world. Come up with the second one!" She hung up the sword, and took off a long whip, the black light shone like a spirit snake. Fu Hongxue said: "This is what Ximen Rou used. It is the Godly Whip and the Snake Whip. It ranks seventh in the weapon list!" Mrs. Zhuo smiled and said, "Since you recognize this snake whip, of course you also recognize Zhuge Gang's vajra crutch." She hung up the long whip, but took off a pair of meteor hammers from the diamond crutch. Fu Hongxue said: "Two meteors in wind and rain, ranked thirty-fourth in the weapon list." Mrs. Zhuo said, "Good eyesight." This time, her tone of appreciation was already a bit more, she suddenly walked to the corner, took off the pair of iron rings, and said: "In the past, the Qiang Gang dominated the martial arts, and the leader Shangguan Jin Hong was so powerful in the world, this is the dragon and phoenix double rings he used. " Fu Hongxue said, "It's not." Mrs. Zhuo said, "No?" Fu Hongxue said: "This is the Ring of Passion, it is the unique weapon of the disciples of Northwest Iron Ring." Mrs. Zhuo said: "How can a weapon for killing people be called sentimental?" Fu Hongxue said: "Because as soon as it hits the opponent's weapon, it will linger, just like a passionate person!" A strange expression suddenly appeared on his pale face, and he continued: "Love is entangled to the bone, and the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and it will rest until death. Aren't passionate people always murderers!" Mrs. Zhuo sighed softly, and said: "Love is the thing that never dies. Sometimes it not only hurts others, but also hurts myself." Fu Hongxue said, "I'm afraid it's usually me who hurts me." Mrs. Zhuo nodded slowly, and said, "That's right, usually I'm the one who hurts me." The two faced each other silently, and after a long time, Mrs. Zhuo finally smiled and said, "There is no weapon here that you don't recognize!" Fu Hongxue said, "No." Mrs. Zhuo said indifferently: "Every weapon here has its origin, and it was once a sensation in the rivers and lakes. It is not too difficult to recognize them." Fu Hongxue said: "There are no truly difficult things in this world." Mrs. Zhuo said: "It's a pity that although some weapons have already been famous all over the world, no one can kill them, but no one has ever seen their true colors. The police say..." Fu Hongxue said, "Little Li Feidao?" Mrs. Zhuo said: "That's right, Xiao Li's Feidao is a good example. Even Shanggong Jinhong, who is known as invincible in martial arts, will inevitably die under the sword. It is indeed the number one sword in the world." She sighed again, and said, "Unfortunately, until now, no one has seen that knife." The light of the knife flashed, and it entered the throat. Who can see clearly the length and shape of the knife? Mrs. Zhuo sighed: "So until today, this is still the biggest mystery in the martial arts. We have exhausted our painstaking efforts, but we still can't make a similar throwing knife. It's really a pity." Fu Hongxue said: "There seems to be a weapon missing here." Mrs. Zhuo said, "Peacock feathers?" Fu Hongxue said, "Not bad." Mrs. Zhuo smiled and said: "There is nothing perfect in this world. Fortunately, we finally have this knife." She suddenly took off the black knife from the wall. The blade flashed, and the blade was out of its sheath. Not only was the length and shape exactly the same, but there were also three gaps on the blade. Mrs. Zhuo smiled and said, "I know this knife is not for people to see, I'm afraid even you rarely see it yourself." Fu Hongxue's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and he said coldly, "I know some people are the same." Mrs. Zhuo said, "Human?" Fu Hongxue said coldly: "Although some people have been famous for a long time and have nothing to kill, but no one has ever seen their true colors, for example..." Mrs. Zhuo said, "Young Ziyu?" Fu Hongxue said, "That's right, Gong Ziyu." Madam Zhuo smiled again and said, "You really never saw him?" She smiled as if it was strange and mysterious, but Fu Hongxue's answer was very simple: "I didn't." Mrs. Zhuo smiled and said, "Now that you are here, you will see him sooner or later, so why be in such a hurry?" Fu Hongxue said, "When will he come to see me?" Mrs. Zhuo said, "Soon." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "Since it's almost there, why do you need to practice drawing your sword so hard now?" The monotonous, short, sharp voice continued, one after another.Could this be the sound of drawing a knife? Fu Hongxue said: "The saber technique is ever-changing, but drawing the saber is just the simplest action among them." Mrs. Zhuo said, "How long have you practiced this movement?" Fu Hongxue said: "Seventeen years." Mrs. Zhuo said: "It's just such a simple movement, you have practiced it for seventeen years." Fu Hongxue said: "I only wish I hadn't practiced more!" Mrs. Zhuo laughed again, and said: "Since you can practice for seventeen years, why can't he practice?" Fu Hongxue said: "Because it's useless even if you practice for a day or two more!" Madam Zhuo sat down with a smile, facing him, and said, "You were wrong this time." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh!" Mrs. Zhuo said, "He's not drawing his sword!" Fu Hongxue said, "No?" Mrs. Zhuo said: "He is drawing his sword." She continued slowly: "In the past hundred years, there have been a forest of famous swords in Jianghu, and there are ninety-three newly created sword techniques, which are ever-changing and each has its own unique moves. Some sword techniques have weird moves that are simply unbelievable. But there is still only one movement for drawing the sword." Fu Hongxue said, "It's not just one kind, it's the fastest one!" Mrs. Zhuo said: "But it is not easy to find the fastest one." Fu Hongxue said: "The simplest one is the fastest one." Mrs. Zhuo said: "It has to go through thousands of changes before it can return to its original nature." All the changes in all martial arts can't change the word "fast". Mrs. Zhuo said: "He has practiced hard for five years before he found out this method. It is just such a simple movement. He has practiced it for seventeen years and he is still practicing it for at least three hours a day. .” Fu Hongxue's hand clenched the handle of the knife, and his pupils shrank. Mrs. Zhuo stared at him, her gentle eyes became as sharp as a blade, and she said word by word: "Do you know why he practiced so hard to draw his sword?" Fu Hongxue said, "To deal with me?" Mrs. Zhuo swallowed her breath and said, "You are wrong again." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" Mrs. Zhuo said: "He doesn't have to deal with you, and he doesn't just want to deal with you alone." Fu Hongxue finally understood: "What he wants to deal with is all martial arts masters in the world." Mrs. Zhuo nodded and said, "Because he is determined to be number one in the world!" Fu Hongxue sneered, and said, "Does he think that as long as he defeats me, he will be number one in the world?" Mrs. Zhuo said: "Until now, he has always thought so." Fu Hongxue said: "Then he was wrong." Mrs. Zhuo said: "He is not wrong." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "There are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in the rivers and lakes, and there are many strange people in the wind and dust. Their martial arts are far superior to mine. I don't know how many..." Mrs. Zhuo interrupted him and said, "But so far, no one has been able to defeat you." Fu Hongxue closed his mouth. Mrs. Zhuo said: "I can also see that it is not easy to defeat you. You are indeed the most special one who comes here." Fu Hongxue couldn't help asking, "Are there already many people here?" Mrs. Zhuo avoided this question, and said: "These weapons hanging on the wall are not only collected extremely well, but also are high-quality goods. Anyone who has practiced martial arts will inevitably look at them a few times. Only you can Not at all interested." She sighed, and said again: "The strangest thing is that you didn't even take a look at this painting." Fu Hongxue said, "Why do I have to watch it?" Mrs. Zhuo said: "You will understand once you take a look." Suddenly someone said: "Since he will inevitably want to see it sooner or later, why are you in such a hurry?" The gentle and calm voice shows that this person is well-bred and polite. Duo Li was originally the other side of indifference, but this voice was filled with a strange enthusiasm, an enthusiasm that was almost close to cruelty. If there is really a force capable of destroying everything in the world, it is undoubtedly generated from this kind of enthusiasm.Only people like Gong Ziyu can have such terrible enthusiasm.He was obviously also eager to see Fu Hongxue.He knew that when they met, it was the time of destruction, at least one of them would be destroyed. Now that he was behind Fu Hongxue, if he had a sword in his hand, he could pierce into Fu Hongxue's vitals at any time. What kind of person is he?Does he have a sword in his hand?