Chapter 13 Chapter 11: A Sword Flying Snow

In the old mansion, the heavy doors are locked, weeds have grown on the high walls, and the vermilion paint on the doors has peeled off.Anyone can see that the former glory of this house is gone, just like a dead tree, now there is only a broken body left, and it is no longer respected and praised by people. However, if you see the three Jianghu people passing by here today, you will feel that the situation is not necessarily like this, and your feeling about this place will definitely change. These three people from the rivers and lakes were dressed in fresh clothes, rode angry horses, and straddled long knives, galloping across the snow.

They are high-spirited and high-spirited, and it seems that nothing in this world can stop their way. But when they arrived at this dilapidated mansion for a long time, they got off their horses and saddles a hundred steps away, and walked over with an expression of admiration regardless of the muddy ice and snow on the ground. "This is really Xiao Li Tanhua's Tanhua mansion?" "Yes, here it is." Beside the gate where the vermilion lacquer has peeled off, there is still a stone-carved couplet, which can be vaguely discerned: "One of the seven Jinshi, Father and son explore flowers three times. "

Three experienced Jianghu people looked at these ten characters with the mood of a pilgrim. "Xiao Li Feidao, it's a good example." One of the youngest young people sighed and said, "I often hate myself, and hate why I was not born in the same dynasty as him." "Do you want to compete with him?" "No, I don't dare either." A young and energetic young man can actually say the word "dare not", then one can imagine the reverence for another person in this young man's heart. But the young man who was full of admiration and reverence suddenly sighed again.

"It's a pity that the Li family has no successors. Although the old owner of this generation, Mr. Li Manqing, is benevolent and righteous, and is trying to cheer up, it is impossible for Xiao Li Feidao to reproduce the prestige of him." There were even tears in the young man's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Xiao Li Feidao's former glory may no longer appear on anyone." "There's one thing I've never figured out." "What's up?" "Mr. Manqing has been known as a child prodigy since he was a child. Why did he suddenly become depressed when he was in his prime?"

A young man who looked rather deep pondered for a long time before lowering his voice. "Famous heroes are like celebrities, and they are always romantic. Why are you and I not like this?" "You mean, Mr. Manqing's depression is for a woman?" There is no answer, and there is no need to answer again. The three of them led the horse and stood silently in the cold wind for a long time before they walked away silently. Li Huai and Tie Yinyi are also here. They all saw these three young people and heard what they said, and they all had a deep feeling in their hearts.

——Is it true that Xiao Li's flying knife will not be reproduced by anyone? ——For a woman to make Mr. Manqing like this, who is this woman? Suddenly there were hot tears in Li Huai's eyes, which couldn't help but burst out. He suddenly thought of his mother, such a smart, beautiful and pitiful woman. He suddenly wanted to go. But Tieyinyi had already held his arm. "You can't go, you must not go now." Tie Yinyi said, "I know what you are thinking in your heart now, but you should also know how much your father needs you now, no matter what, you are always his father. His own flesh and blood, blood of his blood, bone of his bones."

Li Huai's fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on his arms were throbbing non-stop. Tie Yinyi stared at him and said word by word. "You have to know that if you want to revive the prestige of the Li family, you can only rely on you." Snow-covered trails, invisible pavilions, where is the prosperity and glory of the past? Li Huai's footsteps and heart were equally heavy. No matter what, no matter what he thinks in his own heart, no matter what others say; this is always his root. Blood is thicker than water, this is a fact that no one can deny. He was going to meet his father again, the father who had abandoned their mother and child before he was born.

But he couldn't turn his back on his father, just as he couldn't turn his back on himself. "Do you know why your father insisted that I come to you this time?" Tie Yinyi asked Li Huai. "I have no idea." Li Huai said again: "I just know that no matter what he asks me to do, I will do it." It's another year. Another year of plum blossoms and another year of snow. The old man sat under the eaves, looking at the red plums and white snow in the courtyard, just like a child looking at a turning windmill. Why do people get old. Why can't people die when they are going to die?

The old man had a knife in his hand. A murderous knife, a worthy knife, a flying knife. No one knows the weight, form and construction of the knife.Just like no one in the world can escape this knife. But this knife has not appeared in Jianghu for many years, because he no longer has the confidence to make a single blow, and it will be worthwhile. He is a descendant of the Li family, and his father is Xiao Li Feidao, the only famous hero in the world for nearly a hundred years. And he himself has been depressed for twenty years, who can imagine the pain in his heart? Why is he? A faint shadow seemed to appear suddenly among the white snow and red plums, a woman in white clothes like snow.

A love that will never be forgotten. "Master, the second young master is back." Mr. Man Qing suddenly woke up from the obsessive nostalgia and dreams of the past, raised his head, and saw his son. ——Son, is this smart and lovely young man really my son?Why didn't I take care of him before?Why let him roam the streets like a wild dog?Why did he leave his mother? ——Why does a person often force himself to do something that violates his conscience and makes him suffer for the rest of his life? He looked at his son, at the strong, handsome young man full of wisdom and vitality, as if he saw his own shadow back then.

"You're back?" "yes." "How are you doing?" "It's not bad, and it's not bad." Li Huai smiled, "Anyway, I'm like this, whether others are used to it or not, I don't care anyway." "Don't care? Why can't I not care?" The old man's heart was bleeding. If he had been as indifferent as his son before, then he must have lived a much happier life than he is now. Li Huai's heart was also bleeding. He also knew what his father was thinking. The relationship between his father and his mother was already a semi-open secret in the world. They were both very young when his father met his mother. They meet, fall in love, and get together. They have him. They were young, unmarried, healthy, and both very successful and famous, and what an enviable combination they should have been. It's a pity that this beautiful love song turned into crying in the end. It's not their fault, it's a fact that can never be changed, a hatred that can never be forgotten. ——His father's father, the father who killed her mother, died with a knife. Her mother changed her surname to Shangguan. Xiao Li's flying knife is a good example.Even Shangguan Jinhong, the money lord of Megatron, was not an exception. "This is the first wrong thing I did in my life," said the old man, "because I know that doing so is unforgivable and will harm others and myself, but I still want to do it." He was sad for a long time: "I asked myself, what I can never forgive myself is this." Li Huai didn't speak, he couldn't speak at all. He had always been sad and angry for his mother, but now he suddenly found that deep in his heart, he also had an indescribable sadness and pity for his father. No matter what, there is something in common between him and his father. After all, they are also men. The old man said to Li Huai again. "I came to you today not to explain this matter to you, and this matter will never be explained." Li Huai remained silent. "I only missed two things in my life, and both of them made me suffer all my life." The old man said, "I came to you today for another thing." In the empty courtyard, the sound of fallen leaves cracking as the snow melted could almost be heard. The old man continued slowly. "Many years ago, when I first debuted, I was eager to express myself, in order to prove that my fame did not come from the shadow of my ancestors." He said, "At that time, there was a very successful person in the martial arts, Invincible, almost swept the martial arts world." The old man said, "You probably have heard of this man before." Twenty years ago, "One Sword Flying Snow" Xue Qingbi relied on his 31 consecutive victories to defeat Yandang Three Birds, the Eagle with Treasures, and Taoist Baiyan, who had just taken over as the head of Diancang, in seven strokes. During this period, the reputation was so high that no one in the world could match it. But in the later battle, he lost to Mr. Manqing, and died in depression three months after the defeat. Of course Li Huai knew about this matter and this person. "Of course I'm ecstatic to have won the world's unparalleled famous sword in one battle." This was indeed something that made people proud and happy, but when Mr. Manqing heard about it, his expression was even more pessimistic. "Because I found out later, something that I didn't know at the time." The old man said, "If I had known this at the time, I would rather die than seek war." He added: "Later, everyone in the world knew about it, and I believe you must know about it too." Li Huai knew. At that time when Li Manqing asked Xue Qingbi to fight, Xue Qingbi had already suffered from an internal injury that no one could heal because of the pain after the battle.At that time, his wife had just left him. His accumulated injuries and internal injuries have turned him into another person, a person completely different from the legendary "Yi Jian Fei Xue". But his own blood still flows in his veins, and his character is still indomitable. So he still fights with injuries. He didn't tell Li Manqing that he was dead, and he would never tell his opponent that he was dead. If he really cut off his head, cut off his blood, and chopped up his bones, he would not say such things to anyone. So he fights, gladly goes to fight. So he loses. So he died, in his own glory. "So I still can't forget him, especially the honor shown on his face at the moment before he died." The old man said, "I have never seen a person who died so proudly before, and I believe that I will never forget him." won't see." Li Huai looked at his father, and suddenly there was an indescribable respect in his eyes. He is also proud of his father. Because, he knew that only a real hot-blooded man could understand this kind of manly sentiment. To be a man, to be a real man is already not easy, to be a real man, that is beyond the words "difficult". The old man was silent for a long time, even long enough for the snow to melt on the fallen leaves. Li Huai couldn't hear Xue Rong's voice, nor could he hear Ye Sui's voice. No one could hear this kind of voice with their ears, and no one could hear it. But Li Huai was listening. He didn't listen with his ears, he listened with his heart. Because he listened to the voice of his father. "I killed a person I shouldn't have killed. I regret it. What's the use of regretting?" The old man's voice was hoarse. "After a person has done something wrong, there is probably only one thing that can be done." "What's the matter?" Li Huai finally couldn't help asking. "Pay the price," said the old man. "Whoever does something wrong must pay the price." He continued word by word: "Now is the time for me to pay the price." Date: Yuan Ye Zi Shi. Location: your house. Weapon: I use flying knives, you can choose. Outcome: One move can determine victory or defeat, life and death can also be determined. Challenger: Lingzhou.Xue. This is by no means a very standard gauntlet, but it is undoubtedly a terrible gauntlet.Between the lines, there seemed to be a compelling arrogance, as if he had already grasped the life and death of the other party in his own hands. Li Huai only felt a surge of blood. "Who wrote this letter, crazy person!" "This person is me." Mr. Manqing said. "Is it you? How could it be you?" "Because this letter is exactly the same as the letter I wrote to Mr. Xue Qingbi twenty years ago. Except for the name of the challenger, the other words are exactly the same." The old man said: "This letter is the letter of war written by Mr. Xue's descendants who want to avenge his father. It is also the price I have to pay." Li Huai sneered. "The price? What price? Why do people from the Xue family use flying knives against our Li family's flying knives?" The old man stared into the distance and sighed. "Flying knife is not only able to be practiced by members of the Li family." "Could it be that someone else has become a more terrifying throwing knife than our Li family?" This sentence was said by Li Huai with a very direct reaction, but when he said this sentence, the muscles on his face began to stiffen, and every time he said a word, he stiffened for a while. After saying this, his face seemed to have turned into a dead gray mask. Because he suddenly thought of a person, and thought of a terrible knife light. ——Moonlight is like a knife, and a knife is like moonlight. In today's arena, this sentence is almost as terrible as the "Little Li Feidao, the example is not in vain" back then. the old man asked again. "Do you now know who this person is?" Li Huai defaulted. "This is the price I have to pay." The old man said sadly, "Because my current situation is just like Mr. Xue's situation when I challenged him back then. If I challenge, I will definitely lose, and if I fail, I will die." Li Huai was silent. "Death is not terrible, what is terrible is defeat." The old man said again, "I can die, but I cannot lose." His pale and old face had already been flushed with excitement, as if a person's face was flushed before dying. "Because I am a member of the Li family, I will never be defeated by anyone's flying knife, and I will never let my ancestors die under the Nine Springs." He stared at Li Huai and said, "So I want you to come back, I want you to take this battle for me, and I want you to defeat the descendants of the Xue family for me." Even the old man's voice was hoarse, "In this battle, you can only fight against me." Life is not allowed to die. Only victory is allowed, not defeat." Li Huai's face had changed from stiff to distorted. Anyone who had seen him before would never have thought that his face would become so terrifying. His hands were also clenched, like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood. — Only live, not die.Only win, not lose. Li Huai's voice suddenly became completely hoarse. "Do you mean you want me to kill him?" "Yes." The old man said, "When necessary, you can only kill him, you must kill him." Li Huai had been sitting there the whole time, sitting there motionless.It's like a wooden man, like a dead person who has lost his soul. But now he jumped up suddenly, as if a dead person was suddenly urged by some evil and magical spell, and suddenly jumped back into the world with the soul of another person. No one can describe the expression on his face now. When he was talking to his father, his eyes were not looking at his father, but at another world. A world full of sorrow and curse. "Why do you want me to do such a thing? Why do you want me to kill someone who has no hatred for me at all?" "Because this is a matter of the Li family, because you are also a descendant of the Li family." "You didn't admit that I am a descendant of the Li family until now. What about before? Why didn't you want us mother and son before?" Li Huai's voice was almost inaudible, and he still said: "Your one has been inheriting Where is the eldest young master of the Li family? Why didn't he go out for you? Why didn't he go kill someone for you? Why should I go? Why should I go for you? I... what am I?" No one saw him cry. Because when his tears started to flow, his men had already rushed out. The old man did not stop. There were also tears in the old man's old eyes, but they did not shed. The old man has not shed tears for many years, and the old man's tears seem to have dried up. It's already the twelfth lunar month, and the snow in the yard has been numb from the cold, just like the heart of a frustrated prodigal son, so numb that even an awl can't hurt. Li Huai rushed out the door, and saw a beautiful woman standing under an old pine tree, staring at him. There is a kind of woman in this world, no matter who has seen her once, they may see her again in the dream soul in the future. The woman standing at the Panasonic staring at Li Huai at this moment is this kind of woman. She is in her early thirties, but no one who sees her cares about her age. She was wearing a silver-white fox fur, matching her slender figure and fair skin.With the pale green of that ancient pine, it looks like the person in the picture, which is no longer in the world. But now Li Huai was in no mood to look at her again. Li Huai just wanted to run far away now, to a place where no one could see him, and he couldn't see anyone. Unexpectedly, this noble woman like a fairy blocked his way. "Second Young Master." She looked at Li Huai and said, "You can't leave yet." "why?" "Because someone must see you, and you must see him." There is another person behind the pine, also wearing a silver-white fox fur, sitting on a big chair covered with fox fur.A pale face that has no blood at all looks like ice and snow that has been completely numb in the yard. "You want to see me?" "Yes, it's me." "Who are you? Why do you have to see me?" "Because I am the eldest son of the Li family you mentioned just now." He said: "I want to see you just because I want to tell you why I can't take this fight." Although his face was pale, he was only in his early thirties.Although there was an indescribable melancholy in those shining eyes, they were still clear and bright. The blood in Li Huai's chest began to surge upward again. This person is his elder brother, this person is his only sibling in this world. It's just because of this person and this person's mother that his own mother and himself were abandoned by the Li family.He will be wandering the streets like a wild dog. Li Huai clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to turn his voice into the ugliest and harshest sneer. "It turns out that you are Young Master Li. I really want to see you, because I really want to ask you why you can't take this battle for the Li family." Li Zheng didn't answer this sentence, but just looked at Li Huai with a very strange look, and then slowly stretched out his hands from the fox fur. There are only four fingers left on one of his hands. The thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers of his left and right hands have all been cut off at the root. "When I was fourteen years old, I thought I had become the invincible flying knife of the Li family." "You have also experienced the fourteen-year-old stage. Of course, you also know what a young person thinks at that stage." "By the time I knew I was wrong in that thought, it was too late." "At that time, I only wanted to gain some reputation for our Li family, and I wanted to use the throwing knife that I thought I had practiced at that time to fight against the world's first-class masters." "What was your result?" Li Zheng looked at his own pair of mutilated hands: "This is my result, and this is also the price I paid for our Li family." He suddenly raised his head and stared at Li Huai, his melancholy eyes suddenly became sharp and intense like a flying knife. "What about you?" He asked Li Huai word for word: "Now you should also do something for our Li family."