Chapter 41 Chapter 40: New Enmity, Old Enmity

Wang Dahong walked out slowly, took two steps, and suddenly turned over! The cyan-blue sword light flashed, and stabbed towards Fu Hongxue's left flank like lightning. No one can think of this change, let alone a pair of lovers who are intoxicated in each other's arms? Fu Hongxue hugged Cui Nong tightly with both hands, his waist was completely exposed, which was the best target to attack. Not only was this sword fast and ruthless, but it was precisely because of the opponent's weakness that it struck. In order to stab this sword, this person has obviously prepared for many years, and the hatred and strength accumulated over the years have been completely vented in this sword!

Not only did Fu Hongxue not see it, he didn't even feel it at all. But Cui Nong just happened to open his eyes at this moment, and happened to see the shadow on the wall. Without even thinking about it, she suddenly used all her strength to push Fu Hongxue away, and used her body to block the sword. The sword light flashed and pierced her back. An indescribable stabbing pain made her feel as if her whole body had been torn apart. But her eyes were still looking at Fu Hongxue. She knew that from now on, she might never see Fu Hongxue again, so as long as she could take a look now, it would be good.

She gritted her teeth not to faint. No one can describe the expression on her face at this moment, and no one can understand it. That is not only sad, but also gratifying. Because although she was about to die, Fu Hongxue could still live. Because she had finally made Fu Hongxue understand how profound and sincere her feelings for him were. There was even a sweet smile on her lips. Because although she lived a humble life, her death was noble and great. Her life was worth something at last. Fu Hongxue collapsed on the bed again, looking at her, her eyes mixed with pain and comfort, and her sad yet sweet smile.

His heart is broken. Cui Nong looked at him, and finally struggled to say a word. "You have to believe me, I really don't know who he is, and I don't know that he wants to harm you." Fu Hongxue said, "I...I believe in you." He gritted his teeth hard, but tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't help but burst out of them. Cui Nong smiled sweetly, then fell down suddenly, her pale and beautiful face had turned dead black. The short sword was still on her back. The thin and sharp blade had pierced into her joints and was clamped. Wang Dahong didn't pull it out for a while, he could only let go of his hand, and stepped back step by step.

He hoped to withdraw, and hoped that Fu Hongxue would forget him under the intense sadness and shock. Fu Hongxue didn't even look at him, but just spit out two words through clenched teeth. "stop!" No one can describe, or even imagine, the hatred and malice contained in those two words. Seen under the light, Wang Dahong's loyal and kind face has become ferocious and vicious like a devil. But he still stopped. In Fu Hongxue's voice, there seemed to be a power that could shock gods and ghosts. The power of hatred. Wang Dahong suddenly grinned and said, "You must want to know who I am."

Fu Hongxue nodded. Wang Dahong said: "I am the one who came to kill you!" Fu Hongxue said calmly, "Are you also the murderer who assassinated outside the Plum Blossom Nunnery that day?" Wang Dahong said: "I am not, the one I want to kill is you!" Fu Hongxue said, "Why?" Wang Dahong sneered: "You can kill others, why can't others kill you?" Fu Hongxue said, "I don't recognize you." Wang Dahong said: "You don't know Guo Wei either, but you killed him and that poor boy." Fu Hongxue's heart sank, and he said, "Are you here to avenge them?"

Wang Dahong said: "No." Fu Hongxue said, "What is your reason?" Wang Dahong said: "There are many reasons for killing people, not necessarily out of hatred." He sneered, and said again: "That child has never done anything harmful in his life, let alone killed anyone, but now he has died in your hands. What about you? How many people have you killed? How many people have you killed?" Are all the people who should be killed?" Fu Hongxue suddenly felt cold hands and feet. Wang Dahong said: "As long as you have killed one person, countless people may come to kill you! As long as you miss one, you will never have the right to ask others why they came to kill you!"

Fu Hongxue stood up slowly, bent down, and gently took Cui Nong's hand. These hands are warm and soft, only when they caress, he will temporarily forget the hatred that has penetrated into the bone marrow, and his heart will have a moment of peace. But now the hands seemed completely cold and stiff. He didn't shed tears, but just looked at her obsessively, as if he had forgotten the existence of Wang Dahong again. His pale face had become almost completely expressionless. But his other hand had already grasped his knife. A pitch-black knife, heartbreakingly black. No matter who saw this knife, they would immediately feel a bone-piercing chill rising from the soles of their feet.

When Wang Dahong saw the knife, his hands seemed to become cold and stiff all of a sudden. Fu Hongxue still didn't even look at him, and said, "You can kill me, anyone can kill me, but she shouldn't be killed." His voice was strange and far away, as if from a distant mountain, or from hell. "I don't care who you are or why you came here, if you kill her, I will kill you!" Wang Dahong's face also turned gray, but he still sneered and said, "Now you still have the strength to draw your sword?" Fu Hongxue didn't answer. He just stood up slowly and walked towards Wang Dahong, holding his knife.

The scabbard is pitch black, and the eyes are pitch black. His dark eyes stared at Wang Dahong's throat without blinking. Wang Dahong's breathing stopped suddenly, as if being strangled by a pair of invisible iron hands. He no longer retreats, because he also knows that there is no way to retreat now. Although the knife hadn't been drawn out yet, his whole body seemed to be under the shadow of the knife. The dark and huge shadow made his heart sink, as if he was about to sink into the eternal hell. Fu Hongxue had already walked over, although his walking posture was strange and clumsy, but as long as he still held his knife in his hand, no one would think that he was a clumsy and crippled man.

His person seems to have become one with his knife. Wang Dahong looked at his saber, and suddenly heaved a long sigh. Fu Hongxue said, "Have you regretted it?" Wang Dahong nodded, and said sadly: "I only regret that I didn't listen to one person." Fu Hongxue said, "What are you talking about?" Wang Dahong said: "He originally wanted me to destroy your saber first." Fu Hongxue said, "Destroy this knife first?" Wang Dahong said: "Although this knife is not special, to you, its value is very special." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" Wang Dahong said: "Because this knife is like your crutch. Without this knife, you are just a poor lame man. Only when you hold this knife in your hand can you stand up straight. " Fu Hongxue's pale face seemed to be burning with flames. Wang Dahong paid attention to the expression on his face and said: "Of course I didn't say these words, because I have never met you before, and I don't know you at all." Fu Hongxue said, "Who said these words?" Wang Dahong said: "It's a person." Fu Hongxue said, "Who?" Wang Dahong said: "Why should I tell you?" Fu Hongxue said: "You came to kill me, did this person ask you to come?" Wang Dahong said: "Maybe, maybe not." There was a strange expression on his face again, and he continued: "No matter what, you will never know who this person is... and you will never be able to guess." These words are no different from admitting that he came to kill Fu Hongxue, and he was indeed entrusted by others. He really had no reason to kill Fu Hongxue. Although there are many people in this world who would kill without reason, he was by no means such a person. It is definitely not this kind of person who can use such a careful and vicious plan to kill people. Fu Hongxue suddenly raised his head, his pitch-black eyes had already begun to burn, and the burning eyes were fixed on his face. Wang Dahong's expression calmed down instead, and he said coldly, "Why don't you draw your sword?" Fu Hongxue remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Because I don't understand." Wang Dahong said: "What do you not understand?" Fu Hongxue said, "I don't understand why you want to die for someone else?" Wang Dahong said: "Die for someone else?" Fu Hongxue said: "You are just a tool to be used by others, and it is not worth me to kill you at all." Wang Dahong said: "Oh?" Fu Hongxue said, "The one I should have killed was the one who asked you to kill me." Wang Dahong said: "As long as I tell who that person is, will you let me go?" Fu Hongxue said coldly: "I said before, people like you are not worth my hands." Wang Dahong fell silent suddenly, apparently thinking about it. The conditions proposed by Fu Hongxue are really tempting, no matter who they are, they will consider it. As long as I can live, I believe that there is no one in the world who really wants to die. Fu Hongxue didn't rush. When someone else is considering making a decision, if you urge him and oppress him, the effect is often the opposite. Fu Hongxue also understood this truth. After a long time, Wang Dahong suddenly said: "You should see that I am not a gentleman." Fu Hongxue was silent and acquiesced. Wang Dahong said: "A person like me, in order to save my own life, I will betray anyone." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "You are not stupid." Wang Dahong said: "So I have another question." Fu Hongxue waited for him to ask. Wang Dahong said: "How do I know that you can definitely kill me now? Maybe you are no match for me now, so why should I tell you other people's secrets?" Fu Hongxue did not answer this sentence either. He just stood there quietly, staring at this person, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I should have cut off your ears with a knife to make you believe it." Wang Dahong said: "Oh?" Fu Hongxue said: "But people like you are not only not worthy of my hands, let alone my sword." Wang Dahong said: "Oh." Fu Hongxue said, "But I have to let you understand one thing." Wang Dahong said: "What's the matter?" Fu Hongxue said: "I don't need a knife, I can kill you just as well." Wang Dahong laughed. Of course he didn't believe that Fu Hongxue would put down the knife. But just when he started laughing, Fu Hongxue put down the knife in his hand and put it on the table. He seemed determined to prove one thing - he could still stand without the knife. Wang Dahong really looked surprised—at the moment when his face began to show surprise, he had another dagger in his hand, a dagger with a gloomy blue light flashing. With a flash of sword light, it had already pierced Fu Hongxue's chest. Of course Wang Dahong is not a businessman, and "Wang Dahong" is certainly not his real name. When he stabbed with a sword, anyone could see that this person must not only be a famous swordsman, but also an expert in killing. His swordsmanship is vicious and pungent, although there are no complicated and weird changes, it is very effective in killing people. This sword pierced out like the tongue of a poisonous snake. Fu Hongxue was no longer able to wield a saber to parry, he no longer had a saber in his hand. But he still has hands. The hands are pale. With a flash of his body, his pale hand suddenly grabbed the sword. He seems to have forgotten that his hands are flesh and blood, not steel, and he seems to have forgotten that he no longer has a knife in his hand. Was it because he felt that his hand and his knife had become one forever? Is this because he simply doesn't have the habit of empty-handed? The sword was poisonous, as long as his hand was scratched, he would fall down. Wang Dahong's sword did not change.Of course he refused to change his tactics, he hoped that Fu Hongxue could grasp his sword, the harder he grasped the better. A truly smart person will never treat others as an idiot. People who treat others as idiots often find in the end that the real idiot is not others but themselves. Wang Dahong felt that Fu Hongxue was really an idiot. Apart from idiots, who else would use their own hands to grab a sharp sword that has been tempered with poison! Maybe it's just because he was stimulated so much that something went wrong in his head. Wang Dahong almost burst out laughing. Of course he wasn't laughing yet, because it was supposed to happen in a split second. He also knew that his sword move was old and his speed had slowed down. Since this sword didn't hit the opponent, it should have been changed long ago. Now he just waited for Fu Hongxue's hand to grab him. At this moment, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a pale hand had hit his dark face. At the last moment, Fu Hongxue's moves suddenly changed, and it became really fast, unimaginably fast. He only felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a sudden dizziness in his mind, and he couldn't feel anything anymore. When he regained consciousness, he realized that he had collapsed in a corner, his nose was still bleeding, his face seemed to be pricked by sharp needles, his left cheekbone was broken, and the position of the bridge of his nose had changed. When he was able to raise his head, he realized that the sword in his hand was already in Fu Hongxue's hand. Fu Hongxue stared at the sword. After a long time, he turned to him and said coldly, "Isn't this sword yours?" Wang Dahong shook his head. Fu Hongxue said: "You used a long sword." Wang Dahong nodded. People who use long swords suddenly switch to short swords. Although the shots are faster, the strength and position cannot be accurately controlled. He himself understands this very well. Fu Hongxue said, "That sword was also given to you by that person?" Wang Dahong nodded again. Fu Hongxue suddenly threw the sword at his feet, and said, "If you want to try again, you might as well take this sword back." Wang Dahong shook his head again, not even daring to look at the sword again. His courage seemed completely broken. Fu Hongxue said coldly: "Why don't you want to try again? I still don't have a knife in my hand, and I'm just a poor lame man." Wang Dahong said: "You are not." He suddenly sighed and said, "You are not an idiot either." ——People who regard others as idiots will often find that the real idiot is not others but themselves in the end. He finally understands this now. Fu Hongxue said: "Now you are willing to tell who that person is?" Wang Dahong suddenly sighed again, and said: "Even if I say it, it's useless." Fu Hongxue said, "Why?" Wang Dahong said: "Because you will never believe it." Fu Hongxue said, "I believe it." Wang Dahong hesitated, and said, "Can I trust you? Are you really willing to let me go?" Fu Hongxue said, "I've already said it once." Some people say that once is enough. Wang Dahong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "That person is your friend, no one knows your whereabouts better than him." Fu Hongxue suddenly clenched his fists, as if he had vaguely guessed who this person was. He has no friends. In this world, there may be only one person who can barely be his friend, because he can already feel the anger and pain of being betrayed by a friend. But he still didn't want to believe it, couldn't bear to believe it, so he couldn't help but ask. "What is this person's last name?" Wang Dahong said: "His last name is..." Suddenly, the knife flashed. Just a flash, a flash faster than lightning, and then all the sounds stopped suddenly. "His last name is..." Wang Dahong will never be able to say what this person's last name is, and he doesn't need to say it anymore. This dagger says it all. ——The knife flashed, and a short knife was inserted into Li Mahu's wrist. ——The light of the knife flashed, and a short knife killed the innocent child. Now the saber light flashed again, sealing Wang Dahong's mouth. Three of the same knives, the same speed is equally terrifying. The three knives were of course issued by the same person. Wang Dahong's eyes protruded, his mouth opened wide, and his tongue stuck out. His throat and trachea were cut with a single knife, and he died very quickly. But he did not rest in peace. He couldn't believe that this man would kill him. Fu Hongxue didn't believe it either. He didn't want to believe it, couldn't bear to believe it, but now he couldn't believe it. ——The invisible knife is the scariest knife. ——The person who can make people unable to see his true face is the scariest person. Fu Hongxue suddenly realized that Ye Kai was far more terrifying than that lightning-like throwing knife. The knife was shot through the window, but there was no one outside the window. Night, autumn night. The night is very deep, and autumn is also very deep. The rainstorm had just stopped, and there was a little bit of starlight in the stagnant water on the ground. Holding Cui Nong in his arms, Fu Hongxue stepped over the stagnant water, crushing this bit of starlight.His heart also seemed to be trampled on and broken. The wind is very light, as light as Cui Nong's breath. But Cui Nong's breathing has stopped for a long time, and the warm and soft body has also become cold and stiff.That infinite lovesickness and infinite tenderness have now turned into a puddle of green blood. But Fu Hongxue hugged her even tighter, as if he was afraid that she would slip away from his embrace again. But this time she will never go again.She was his completely, his forever. The spring water flows down from the mountain. After crossing the small bridge over the Qingxi River, it is the hillside. He kept walking forward, stepping over the stagnant water, crossing the small bridge, walking up the hillside, and walking towards the highest point of the mountain. The stars have faded away, and the dawn has gradually descended on the earth. He walked to the top of the mountain, knelt down in the rising sun, and put her down gently. The golden sunlight shone on her face, making her deathly gray face suddenly seem to have a kind of holy radiance. No matter what she did in life, her death has washed away all the dirt in her soul. Is there anything in the world more sacred than sacrificing oneself for others?Greater? He knelt on the top of the mountain and buried her in the sun. From now on, for tens of thousands of years, the first ray of sunlight rising from the east will shine on her tomb. Sunshine is eternal, just like love. When love is dark, so is sunshine. The sun rises and sets. It was already the second night when Fu Hongxue went down the mountain. After recovering from a serious illness, coupled with this kind of blow that almost no one can bear, what is left of him? What else does he have but sorrow, lamentation, anger, hatred? And fear. A fear of being alone. From now on, for tens of thousands of years, he will never see her again. How can he get rid of the eternal loneliness and loneliness? This is the kind of fear that truly no one can bear. I can't bear it, and I can't get rid of it, so I can only escape, even if I can only escape for a moment. In the small town below the mountain, there is still wine. Whether the wine is bitter or sour, he just wants to get drunk, although he knows that the pain will be deeper after waking up. Being drunk really doesn't solve anything, maybe someone will laugh at him for being stupid. Only those who have been truly lonely and painful can understand his feelings. The light in the inn was still on, and he walked over holding his knife tightly. He is drunk. He gets drunk very quickly. People get drunk quickly when they are weak and in pain. The last thing he could remember was that the proprietress of the small inn came over from behind the counter and offered him a bowl of wine with a large bowl. The proprietress is a woman in her forties, her fat face is still covered with thick makeup, as long as she smiles, the makeup on her face will fall into the wine bowl. But she's a good drinker. He only remembered that he also offered her a bowl, and then his whole body suddenly became blank. His life was also blank at this time. Only those who have been really drunk can understand this situation. It wasn't a coma, but it was worse—his movements were so out of control that even he himself would never know what terrible things he had done. No matter how drunk you are, there is always a time to wake up. When he woke up, he found himself sleeping in a dirty room, on a dirty bed. The room was filled with the disgusting smell of wine and powder, and the fat and bloated proprietress was sleeping naked beside him, with a fat hand still pressing on his body. He was naked himself and could feel the warm, loose flesh of her thigh. He suddenly felt like throwing up. What did you do last night? He didn't even dare to think about it. The bones of the lover who died for him were not yet cold, but he himself was sleeping on the same bed with a woman who was as fat as a pig. How could life suddenly become so dirty, so mean? He wanted to vomit, so he spit out his heart and put it under his feet to trample on it. Put it in the furnace to burn it to ashes. The pitch-black knife was scattered on the ground together with his clothes. He jumped up and put on his clothes as fast as he could, when he suddenly felt a pair of fat hands holding him. "Why are you leaving?" Fu Hongxue gritted his teeth and nodded. On her disheveled face, she looked surprised and disappointed: "How can you leave? You promised me last night that you would stay here and stay with me forever." Loneliness, terrible loneliness. A person is intoxicated when he is really lonely, just like when he is about to drown in the water. As long as he can hold on to something that can be held, he never wants to let go. But the things he grasped tend to cause him to degenerate even faster. Fu Hongxue felt cold all over his body, and only wished that he had never been to this place. "Come on, go to sleep, let's..." The woman was still pulling him hard, as if trying to pull him to her chest. Fu Hongxue suddenly trembled all over, shook off her hand with all his strength, retreated to the corner, held his knife tightly, and said in a loud voice, "I want to kill you, if you say another word, I will kill you... " This pale and lonely boy suddenly turned into a wounded crazy beast. She looked at him in surprise, as if she had been slapped heavily on the face, and suddenly burst into tears, saying: "Okay, just kill me, you said you wouldn't leave, and now you have to leave again You might as well kill me quickly." Loneliness, terrible loneliness. She is also a human being, and also understands the horror of loneliness. When she held onto Fu Hongxue, she was like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, thinking that she would no longer sink. But now all hope suddenly turned to disappointment again. Fu Hongxue didn't even look at her again, he couldn't bear to look at her anymore, and didn't want to look at her again. Like a wild animal rushing out of its cage, he slammed open the door and rushed out. There were people on the street, people coming and going looked at him in surprise. But he couldn't see anything, he just kept running forward, across the long street, and out of the town. When he stopped, he immediately began to vomit, vomiting continuously, as if trying to empty himself out. Then he fell, under an autumn tree whose leaves were withered and yellow. A gust of wind blew, and yellow leaves fell on him. But he no longer feels, he has nothing, even the pain has become numb. He didn't know where it was, nor what time it was, but he just fell on the ground like this, as if he was waiting for someone to trample on him. Now all he has left is hatred. Among all human emotions, perhaps only hatred is the most difficult to get rid of. He hated himself, hated Ma Kongqun. He hated Ye Kai even more. Because apart from hatred for Ye Kai, he also felt cheated and insulted. This may be because deep down in his heart, he has always regarded Ye Kai as a friend. If you have loved someone, you will hate him even more when you hate him. This kind of hatred is far fresher and stronger than his hatred for Ma Kongqun. Far stronger than all human emotions! Now he has nothing, if not for this kind of hatred, he might not be able to survive. He swore to live. He vowed to take revenge—to Ma Kongqun, to Ye Kai! After the torrential rain last night, the earth is moist and soft, and the fragrance of life is gestating in the soil. No matter what kind of person you are, no matter whether you are noble or humble, the earth will always be the same to you. You can always rely on it, trust it. Fu Hongxue lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time, as if he wanted to absorb some life force from the earth. Someone came to see him, sighed again, shook his head and walked away. He knew it, but he didn't move. "You are so young, so useless, why lie on the ground and pretend to be dead?" "Even if young people are hit a little bit, they should cheer up. It's useless to pretend to be dead." Some people are sighing, some people are laughing. Fu Hongxue also heard everything, but he didn't move. He has suffered too much pain and injury, and he no longer cares about the ridicule and ridicule of others. Of course he had to stand up, but it was not time yet, because he had not tortured himself enough. In any case, the knife was still in his hand. Pale hands, black knives. Suddenly someone whispered softly: "It's him!" It was a woman's voice, a woman he recognized. But he still didn't move. No matter who she was, Fu Hongxue only hoped that she would go away quickly. Now he neither wants to see others, nor does he want others to see him. However, the woman didn't leave, instead she sneered and said, "Master Fu, who kills without batting an eye, why is he lying on the ground like a wild dog now, did someone hurt your heart?" Fu Hongxue's stomach suddenly contracted, and he almost couldn't help vomiting. He has already heard who this person is. Ma Fangling! The last thing he wants to see now is her, but she always appears at such a time. Fu Hongxue clenched his teeth tightly, grabbed a handful of dirt, and clenched it tightly, as if he was holding his own heart tightly. But Ma Fangling was sneering again, and said: "You are suffering so much because of that Cui Nong girl, it is not worth it, she has always been my father's woman, don't you know it?" Her words were like a needle, a whip. Fu Hongxue jumped up suddenly, and stared fiercely at her with red eyes. His appearance was pitiful and terrible. If it was before, Ma Fangling would definitely not say anything, whether it was out of sympathy or fear, she would never continue to hurt him. But now Ma Fangling seems to have changed. She hated him, was afraid of him, and had an indescribable subtle emotion for him. But now it seems that she has suddenly become very contemptuous of him. This young man who once caused her pain and sorrow, now seems to have become completely insignificant, as if she can whip him severely at any time as long as she is happy. She sneered and said again: "Actually, I already knew that she would leave you and go with others sooner or later, just like she left Ye Kai with you. Except for my father, she didn't pay attention to other men at all." inside." Fu Hongxue's pale face suddenly turned red, and his breathing became short of breath. He said, "You've said enough." Ma Fangling said: "You don't like what I say?" Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife had already protruded with blue veins, and he said slowly, "As long as you say one more word, I will kill you!" Ma Fangling laughed. When she started laughing, someone suddenly appeared beside her. A very tall, very airy young man in brocade clothes, with an incomparable arrogance on his face. He does have reason to be proud of himself. Not only was he tall and airy, but he was also very handsome, with a pair of sparkling eyes under his sword-like thick eyebrows, and the clothes he wore were so gorgeous that they were almost extravagant. No matter who can tell at a glance, this young man must be an independent person, as long as he wants to do, he will do it recklessly, and few people can stop him. Now he was staring at Fu Hongxue with those piercing eyes, and said coldly, "What did you just say?" Fu Hongxue suddenly understood what made Ma Fangling change. The young man in brocade clothes said again: "Are you saying that you are going to kill her?" Fu Hongxue nodded. The young man in brocade clothes said: "Do you know who she is to me?" Fu Hongxue shook his head. The young man in brocade clothes said: "She is my wife." Fu Hongxue suddenly sneered and said, "Then if she says another word, you'll have to find another living woman to be your wife." The young man in brocade clothes lowered his face and said sharply, "Do you know who I am?" Fu Hongxue shook his head again. The young man in brocade clothes said: "My surname is Ding." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh." The young man in brocade clothes said: "I am Ding Lingjia." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh." Ding Lingjia said: "Although you are rude, I can forgive you, because you don't look like you can kill people now." Fu Hongxue was indeed not like that. He kept his mouth shut, as if he had admitted it himself. Ding Lingjia's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, he knew that his own name had already intimidated many people, so he never took action unless necessary - he has always been very satisfied with this. Because it makes him feel that he is not a cruel person. But he still couldn't help his new wife understand that he was strong enough to protect her. So he turned his head with a smile, and proudly said: "No matter what you want to say, you might as well say it." Ma Fangling bit her lip and said, "It doesn't matter what I want to say?" Ding Lingjia smiled and said, "As long as I'm by your side, it doesn't matter what you want to say." Ma Fangling's face suddenly turned red with excitement, and she suddenly said loudly: "I want to say that the woman this cripple fell in love with is a bitch, a worthless bitch!" Fu Hongxue's face suddenly became as pale as white paper, and his right hand had already grasped the handle of the knife in his left hand. Ding Lingjia sternly said, "You really dare to do it?" Fu Hongxue didn't answer, didn't speak. Now is the time when there is no need to say a word, anyone should be able to see that there is no power in the world that can stop him from making a move! Ding Lingjia has also seen it. He suddenly shouted, the sword was out of its sheath, the sword light was like a flying rainbow, piercing Fu Hongxue's throat. The sword he used was particularly heavy, and when he stabbed out with a sword, he was fierce and fierce, and his swordsmanship was fierce and fierce. Although his shots were not too fast, his attacks were sharp and accurate. Attack is the best defense. Under this blow, there will never be more than seven people in the world who still have the strength to fight back. Fu Hongxue happened to be one of them. He didn't dodge or parry, and no one could even see his movements. Ma Fangling didn't see it either, but she saw the knife light that suddenly flashed like lightning—— The knife flashed!Blood had suddenly splashed out from Ding Lingjia's shoulder, like a magical bright red flower suddenly blooming. The sword light flew out like a horse, and was nailed to the tree. Ding Lingjia's hand was still tightly gripping the hilt, and his whole right arm was hanging on the hilt, still shaking constantly. Blood was still dripping down. Ding Lingjia looked at the sword on the tree in surprise, looked at the arm on the sword in surprise, as if he still didn't understand what was going on. Because it's changing so fast. When he realized that the severed arm dangling in front of him was his own right arm, he suddenly fainted. Ma Fangling also seemed to faint, but it was not because of her husband's injury, panic and grief, but because of anger and disappointment. She glared fiercely at Ding Lingjia who was lying on the ground, turned around suddenly, and ran away. There was a brand new carriage parked beside the road, she rushed over and opened the door forcefully. A person sat motionless in the carriage, with a emptiness and numbness on his pale and beautiful face.A person will only have this expression when he suddenly loses his most precious thing. Fu Hongxue also saw this person, and he recognized this person. Ding Linglin, why is she here?What is she missing?What about Ye Kai? Ma Fangling suddenly turned around, pointed at Fu Hongxue, and said loudly, "This is the man who killed your second brother, why don't you avenge him?" After a long time, Ding Linglin raised her head, glanced at her, and said, "You really want me to avenge him?" Ma Fangling said: "Of course, he is your second brother and my husband." Ding Linglin looked at her, with a sharp sarcasm suddenly showing in her eyes, and said: "You really regard my second brother as your husband?" Ma Fangling's face changed, and she said, "You...what do you mean by saying that?" Ding Linglin said coldly: "You should understand what I mean. Even if my second brother is really dead, you will never shed a tear for him. You don't care about his life or death at all." Ma Fangling also seemed to have been whipped suddenly, and her pale face was completely drained of color. Ding Linglin said: "You want me to kill this man for revenge, just because you hate him, just like you hate Ye Kai." She bit her lips hard, and then said: "You hate all men to death, because you think that all men are sorry for you, even your father is sorry for you, and you marrying my second brother is nothing more than In order to use him to avenge you." Ma Fangling's eyes were confused, and her whole body seemed to be on the verge of a crazy breakdown, and she suddenly said loudly: "I know you hate me, because I want your second brother to take you back, but you would rather follow Ye Kai and wander outside like a wild dog." .” Ding Linglin said: "Yes, I would rather wander with him, because I love him." She looked at Ma Fangling coldly, and continued: "Of course you also know that I love him, that's why you are jealous, and that's why you want my brother to force me to leave him, because you love him too, so much." Ma Fangling suddenly laughed like crazy, and said, "I love him?...I just hope that he will die soon." Ding Linglin said: "Now you hate him because you know he will never love you." There was a terrifying expression in her bright and lovely eyes. She sneered and said, "There is a kind of crazy and vicious woman in this world. If she can't get something, she will do everything possible to destroy it. You are this kind of woman." Woman, you should have died long ago." Ma Fangling's maniacal laughter seemed to have gradually turned into bitter crying, and it was gradually impossible to tell whether she was crying or laughing. She turned around suddenly, faced Fu Hongxue, and hissed, "Since you want to kill me, why didn't you come here and do it?" But Fu Hongxue didn't even look at her anymore, and walked over slowly, walking in front of Ding Linglin. Ma Fangling suddenly jumped on him, hugged him tightly, and said: "If you don't kill me, take me away. No matter where I go, I will go with you. No matter what you want me to do, I will obey you." Fu Hongxue's body was cold and stiff. With tears in her eyes, Ma Fangling said again: "As long as you are willing to take me away, I... I can even take you to find my father." Fu Hongxue suddenly bent his elbow and hit her hard on the stomach. Ma Fangling was immediately bent down. Fu Hongxue didn't even look back, and said coldly, "Get lost!" 马芳铃终于咬着牙站起来，她本来也是个明朗而可爱的女孩子，对自己和人生都充满了自信。 但现在她却已变了，她脸上竟已真的有了种疯狂而恶毒的表情。 这是谁的错？ 她咬着牙，瞪着傅红雪，一字字道：“好；我滚，你既然不要我，我只有滚，可是你难道已忘了那天野狗般在我身上爬的样子？难道你只有在没人看见的时候才敢强占我？” 傅红雪苍白的脸上也已露出痛苦之色，却还是没有回头。 丁灵琳道：“你现在是不是在后悔，那天没有答应他？” 马芳铃冷笑道：“你也用不着得意！你以为叶开真的喜欢你，他若真的喜欢你，为什么让我们将你带走？现在他说不定已跟别的女人睡在床上了，也许就是他的老情人翠浓。” 她突又疯狂般大笑，大笑着一步步向后退，不停地向后退，退入树丛。 然后她的笑声就突然停顿，她的人也看不见了。 丁灵琳轻轻叹了口气，道：“她本来的确是个很可怜的女人，只可惜她每件事都做错了，最错的是，她总是找错了男人。” 傅红雪忽然道：“你呢？” 丁灵琳道：“我没有错。” 傅红雪道：“叶开……” 丁灵琳打断了他的话，道：“我早就知道小叶是个什么样的人，就算他不喜欢我，也没关系，因为我真的喜欢他，这就已够了！” 傅红雪看着她，眼睛里的痛苦之色更深，过了很久，才缓缓道：“但你却离开了他。” 丁灵琳道：“那只因我没法子。” Fu Hongxue said, "Why?" 丁灵琳恨恨道：“因为丁老二乘我不注意的时候，点了我腿上的穴道。” 傅红雪道：“叶开就这样看着他们把你带走？” 丁灵琳黯然道：“他也没法子，丁老二是我的亲哥哥，他能对他怎么样？” 她眨了眨眼，眼睛里又发出了光，接着道：“可是我知道他迟早一定还会去找我的，他看来虽然对什么事都不在乎，其实却是个很多情的人，别人带我走的时候，我看得出他比我还痛苦。” 傅红雪道：“现在你是不是想去找他？” 丁灵琳眨着眼笑道：“这世上有种人是你永远找不到的，你只有等着他来找你，小叶就是这种人。” 傅红雪还在看着她，眼睛里突又露出种很奇怪的表情。 丁灵琳道：“你虽然伤了我二哥，可是我并不怪你。” Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" 丁灵琳道：“那倒并不是因为他逼着我走，所以我恨他。” Fu Hongxue said, "Oh." 丁灵琳道：“那只因你虽然砍断了他的一条手，却让他明白了马芳铃是个什么样的女人，若不是你这一刀，他以后说不定要被她害一辈子。” 一个男人跟一个并不是真心对他的女人结合，的确是件非常痛苦，也非常悲惨的事。 丁灵琳道：“你现在已可以走了，我也不愿他醒来时再看见你。” 傅红雪没有走。 丁灵琳等了半天，忍不住又问道：“你为什么还不走？” 傅红雪道：“因为我正在考虑一件事。” 丁灵琳道：“什么事？” 傅红雪道：“我不知道是应该解开你的穴道，让你跟我走，还是应该抱着你走。” 丁灵琳脸色变了，失声道：“你这是什么意思？” 傅红雪道：“我的意思就是要把你带走。” 丁灵琳道：“你……你疯了！” 傅红雪冷冷道：“我没有疯，我也知道你绝不会跟我走的。” 丁灵琳吃惊地看着他，突然挥手，腕子上的金铃突然飞出，带着一连串清脆的声音，急打傅红雪“迎香”、“天实”、“玄机”三处大穴。 他们的距离很近，她的出手更快。 丁灵琳要命的金铃，本就是江湖中最可怕的八种暗器之一。 因为她不但出手快，认穴准，而且后发的往往先至，先发的却会突然改变方向，叫人根本不知道应该如何闪避。 傅红雪没有闪避。 刀光一闪，三枚金铃就突然变成了六个。 刀光再入鞘时，他的手已捏住了丁灵琳的腕脉，拦腰抱起了她。 丁灵琳失声大叫，道：“你这不要脸的跛子，快放开我。” 傅红雪听不见。 车上有车夫，路上有行人，每个人都在吃惊地看着他。 傅红雪却看不见他们。 他拦腰抱着丁灵琳走向东方的山——山在青天白云间。 山并不高，云也不高。 走到半山上，已可看见白云缥缈，人已到了白云缥缈处。 风吹着丁灵琳身上的金铃，“叮铃铃”地响。她自己却已不响。 因为她无论说什么，傅红雪都好像没有听见。 她脸上的表情已经由惊讶愤怒，变为焦急恐惧，她不知道傅红雪带她到这里来干什么。 但她却已发现这脸色苍白的跛子，的确是个很不正常的人。 “你只有在没有人的地方，才敢强占我！” 想起马芳铃的话，她更害怕，又冷又怕，冷得发抖，怕得发抖。 山巅更冷。 丁灵琳抖得更凶。 傅红雪已放下了她，正在冷冷地看着她，突然道：“你怕？” 丁灵琳忽然笑了，答道：“我怕什么？我为什么要怕？” 她笑得虽然勉强，却还是很好看，微笑着又道：“我难道还会怕你？你是小叶的朋友，他的朋友就是我的朋友，我怎么会怕你！” 傅红雪道：“他的仇人呢？” 丁灵琳眨着眼，道：“他好像并没有什么仇人。” 傅红雪冷冷地道：“他若有仇人，当然也就是你的仇人。” 丁灵琳道：“也可以这么说，因为……” 傅红雪道：“因为你觉得在这世上最亲近的人就是他。” 丁灵琳又笑了，这次是真的笑了，笑得温柔而甜蜜，只要一想起她和叶开的情感，她心里就会有这种温暖甜蜜的感觉。 傅红雪道：“你若知道有人杀了他，你会对那个人怎么样？” 丁灵琳道：“没有人会杀他的，也没有人能杀得了他。” 傅红雪道：“假如有呢？” 丁灵琳咬起了嘴唇，道：“那么我就绝不会放过那个人，甚至会不择一切手段来对付他。” 傅红雪道：“不择一切手段？” 丁灵琳道：“当然不择一切手段。” 她接着又道：“我虽然并不是个心狠手辣的人，可是假如真的有人杀了小叶，我说不定会把他身上的肉全都一口口咬下来。” 秋风吹过，白云已在足下。 她说出了这句话，自己忽然也忍不住激灵灵打了个寒噤，心里仿佛突然有了种不祥的预兆。 傅红雪却已转过身，背向着她，面对着一堆小小的土丘。 土丘上寸草未生，显然是新堆成的。 丁灵琳道：“这堆土是什么？” 傅红雪道：“是个坟墓？” 丁灵琳变色道：“坟墓？你怎么知道是个坟墓？” 傅红雪道：“因为这是我亲手堆成的。” 他声音里仿佛带着种比这山巅的秋风更冷的寒意，丁灵琳并不是个柔弱胆小的女孩子，但又忍不住打了个寒噤。 过了很久，她才轻轻地问道：“坟墓里埋葬的是什么人？” 傅红雪道：“是我最亲近的人。” 丁灵琳道：“你……你很喜欢她？” 傅红雪点点头，道：“我对她的情感。比你对叶开的情感更深！” 丁灵琳勉强笑了笑，道：“我只希望她不是被别人杀了的，否则那个人身上的肉，岂非也要被你一口口咬下来？” 傅红雪道：“她是被人杀死的！” 丁灵琳突又打了个寒噤，喃喃地道：“这里的风好冷。” 傅红雪道：“你用不着为她担心，她现在已不怕冷了。” 丁灵琳道：“可是我怕。” 傅红雪道：“怕我？” 丁灵琳道：“不是怕你，是怕冷。” 傅红雪冷冷道：“我会将你也埋起来，你就再也不会怕冷了。” 丁灵琳笑得更勉强，道：“那倒不必麻烦你，我还没有死。” 傅红雪道：“可是她已经死了……你却没有死，她为什么要死？为什么要死？……” 他反反复复地说着这句话，声音里充满了怨毒和仇恨。 丁灵琳道：“每个人都会死的，只不过有人死得早些，有人死得迟些，所以你也不必伤心。” 傅红雪道：“叶开若死了，你也不伤心？” 丁灵琳道：“我……我……” 傅红雪道：“你不伤心，只因为叶开还没有死，叶开不伤心，只因为你还没有死，可是……可是她却已死了……” 他突然转身瞪着丁灵琳，眼里带着火焰般的愤怒和仇恨，厉声道：“你为什么不问我，谁杀了她？” 丁灵琳的心好像正慢慢地在往下沉，喉咙里竟已发不出声音。 傅红雪道：“你不问我，是不是因为你已知道是谁杀了她的？” 丁灵琳咬着嘴唇，突然大声道：“我不知道……我怎么会知道？” 傅红雪道：“你应该知道的。” Ding Linglin said: "Why?" 傅红雪紧紧握着他的刀，一字字道：“因为杀她的人就是叶开。” 丁灵琳叫了起来，道：“不可能，绝不可能，我一直跟小叶在一起的，我可以保证他没有杀过人。” 傅红雪道：“昨天晚上你也跟他在一起？” 丁灵琳说不出话了。昨天早上，她已被丁灵甲带走，就没有再看见过叶开。 傅红雪的眼睛刀锋般盯着她的眼睛，道：“你知道他昨天晚上在哪里？做些什么事？” 丁灵琳垂下了头。she does not know. 傅红雪突然拿出了一柄刀，一柄薄而锋利的短刀，抛在她面前。 “你认不认得出这是谁的刀？” 丁灵琳的头垂得更低。她已认出了这柄刀——这柄刀就像是已插在她的心上。 过了很久，她忽又抬起头，大声道：“叶开就是我，我就是叶开，你若真的认为是叶开杀了她，你就杀了我吧。” 傅红雪道：“你愿意为他死？” 丁灵琳道：“愿意。” 她眼睛里又发出了光，完全没有犹豫，完全没有考虑，能为叶开而死，对她说来，竟仿佛是件很快乐的事情。 傅红雪看着她，眼前仿佛又出现了翠浓的影子。她临死前看着他时，眼睛里岂非也同样带着这种欣慰快乐的表情？她虽然没有说出一个字，但那双眼睛岂非也无异告诉他，她是愿意为他而死的。 直到她倒下去的时候，她嘴角还带着甜蜜的微笑。 傅红雪的双拳握紧，几乎忍不住要挖开坟墓，再看她一眼。 可是就算能再看一眼又如何？短暂的生命，却留下了永恒的寂寞。 丁灵琳道：“你既然要杀了我，为什么还不过来动手？” 傅红雪又沉默了很久，才缓缓道：“我并不想杀了你。” 丁灵琳道：“你……你想怎么样？” 傅红雪道：“不怎么样。” 丁灵琳道：“你带我到这里来干什么？” 她目中又露出恐惧之色，死，她并不怕，她怕的是那种可耻的折磨和侮辱。 傅红雪又沉默了很久，冷冷道：“你说过他迟早一定会来找你的。” 丁灵琳点点头，大声道：“他当然会来找我，他绝不是个无情的人。” 傅红雪凝视着远方，缓缓道：“这地方很安静，他若能安安静静地死在这里，上天对他已算不薄。” 丁灵琳动容道：“你在等他来？” 傅红雪没有回答，只是垂下头，凝视着自己手里的刀。 漆黑的刀，刀头已不知染上过多少人的鲜血。 丁灵琳的手也已握紧，嗄声道：“但是他并不知道我在这里。” 傅红雪道：“他会知道的。” Ding Linglin said: "Why?" 傅红雪道：“因为有很多人都看见我挟着你往这里走。” 丁灵琳道：“就算他来了又怎么样？你难道真的要杀他？” 傅红雪沉默，刀也是沉默的。 沉默有时也锋利得像刀锋一样，有时甚至能杀人。 丁灵琳大声道：“你真的能下得了毒手？难道你已忘了他以前为你做的那些事？若不是他，你怎么能活到现在？” 傅红雪苍白的脸仿佛又已因痛苦渐渐变得透明，一字字缓缓道：“他让我活着，也许就是为了要我忍受痛苦。” 死虽然可怕，但却是宁静的，只有活着的人才会感觉到痛苦。 丁灵琳看着他的脸，身子突然开始颤抖，颤声道：“他常常对我说，你做的事虽可怕，但你的心却本是善良的，你……你几时变得如此狠毒？” 傅红雪凝视着自己手里的刀，没有再说什么，连一个字都不再说。 这时山巅忽然涌起了一片又浓又厚的云雾，他苍白的脸已在云雾中渐渐变得遥远模糊。 山下仿佛有雨声。 山巅的云雾，也是潮湿的。丁灵琳的衣裳已渐渐湿透，冷得不停发抖。不但寒冷，而且饥饿。 傅红雪已坐下，动也不动的坐在那里，坐在又冷又潮的云雾中。难道他不冷不饿？这个人难道真的已完全麻木？ 丁灵琳终于忍不住道：“也许他不会来了。” 傅红雪不开口。 丁灵琳道：“就算他要来，也没有人知道他什么时候才来。” 傅红雪还是不开口。 丁灵琳道：“他若三天后才来，你难道就这样在这里等三天？” 傅红雪又沉默了很久，才冷冷道：“他三年后才来，我就等三年。” 丁灵琳的心又沉了下去，道：“你……你难道要我陪着你在这里等三年？” 傅红雪道：“我能等，你为什么不能？” 丁灵琳道：“因为我是个人。” Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" 丁灵琳道：“只要是个人，就没法子在这里等三年，也许连三天都不能等。” Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" 丁灵琳道：“你若真的要我坐在这里等下去，我就算不冷死，也要被活活饿死。” no answer. 丁灵琳道：“其实你很本不必在这里等他，你可以下山去找他，那总比在这里等的好。” 还是没有回答。 丁灵琳道：“你为什么不说话？难道……” 她声音突然刀割般中断，她忽然发现坐在云雾中的傅红雪已不见了。 山下的雨声还没有停，山巅的云雾更潮湿，也更冷。 也不知道是因为云雾掩住了日色，还是夜色已来临，丁灵琳眼前已只剩下一片模模糊糊，阴阴森森的死灰色；没有人，也没有生命。 丁灵琳放声大呼：“傅红雪，你到哪里去了？你回来了！” 没有人回来，也没有人回应。 丁灵琳身子抖得就像是一片寒风中的枯叶，傅红雪虽然是可怕的人，可是他不在时更可怕。 她终于明白孤独和寂寞是件多么可怕的事，现在傅红雪走了只不过才片刻，片刻她已觉得不可忍受。 假如一个人的一生都是如此孤独寂寞时，那种日子怎么能过得下去？假如叶开真的死了，她这一生是不是就将永远如此孤独寂寞下去？ 丁灵琳只觉得全身冰冷，连心都冷透。她想逃走，可是她的腿还是麻木僵硬的——丁家的点穴手法，一向很有效。她想呼喊，可是她又怕听见山谷中响起的那种可怕的回声。 天地间仿佛已只剩下坟墓里那个死人在陪伴着她。 傅红雪这一生，岂非也只剩下坟墓里的死人在陪伴着他？ 丁灵琳忽然对这孤独的残废的少年，有了种说不出的同情。 就在这时，她忽然觉得有一点冰冷的雨珠滴落在她手上。 她垂下头，才发现这滴雨赫然是鲜红色的。 不是雨，是血！ 鲜红的血，滴落在她苍白的手背上。 她的心似已被恐惧撕裂，忍不住回头，她的面颊忽然碰到一只手。 一只冰冷的手。血，仿佛就是从这只手上滴落下来的。 这是谁的血？谁的手？ 丁灵琳没有看见，她眼前忽然变得一片黑暗。 地狱本就在人们的心里。 你心里若已没有爱，只