Chapter 3 The Second Silk Road

night.tonight.There is a moon tonight, not only the moon, but also lights. For unknown reasons, this small town that suddenly died overnight was revived again tonight, and the long dark street became brightly lit again, as bright as day. The people brought by Uncle Tie had already lined up Kongming lanterns that could "kill the wind" in every place in this town where lights could be hung at the beginning of night. There is still wind, and there are lights, but there is still no human voice, and all the sounds that can symbolize the throbbing melody of life are still absent. The long street was still mournful like a tomb, only one person paced silently on the street, from the street to the end of the street, and from the end of the street to the street.

There is no sound. Although the fifty riders brought by Uncle Tie were vigorous and vigorous, and their leaps and bounds seemed irresistible to anyone, they all stood there quietly and looked at the old man with white silk embroidered rabbits on his emerald green robes. Pace the streets. Both people and horses stood there quietly watching him, even the high-spirited Uncle Tie was no exception. The old man was wearing a green robe, and walked up and down the long street with a posture that anyone would feel very uncomfortable. Walking in and out of houses and shops, no one knew what he was doing, and everyone looked down on him.

But he didn't care at all. In the eyes of others, he is at most just a very disgusting old man, but in his eyes, these people are all dead. The old man finally stopped and stopped in front of Uncle Tie.The knife-like sharp eyes narrowed into a line again. "Twenty-seven." The old man only said these three words, three simple words. Uncle Tie, who has gone through hundreds of battles, went through life and death, and has gone through many turbulent waves in his life, after hearing these three very ordinary words, a very unusual expression suddenly appeared on his face, he seemed nervous and excited , and enthusiastic, just like a gambler, before he was about to place an unprecedented big bet, he suddenly heard a certain mysterious person give him a secret "news".

——A piece of news that can make him win without losing. "Twenty-seven?" Uncle Tie immediately asked in the eager tone of a gambler, "Are you sure it's twenty-seven?" The old man didn't answer, but nodded in a "big expert" gesture,-experts usually answer only once. The answers given by the big experts this time are usually absolutely correct. Uncle Tie looked up to the sky and took a deep breath. There was a moon in the sky, and the moon was like a lamp. Uncle Tie let out another long breath. The white and tender hand of the old man was already on the shoulders of a strong young man, and he walked towards the sedan chair, as if a petted beauty walked out of a hot spring bath on the shoulders of her beloved servant.

Uncle Tie's spirit is like an iron arrow.Suddenly shouted loudly. "Come on, come on." "Have!" Among the fifty riders, thirteen riders sat firmly on carved saddles. Their faces were like boards, their necks were like sticks, their shoulders were like scales, their backs were like turtle shells, and their waists were like old trees. They didn't even move. The other thirty-seven knights got on their horses and then got off their horses. When they got off their horses, their waists were like spring willows, and their waists were like snake coils.They are all in their twenties, and in their young and bright eyes, there is a kind of snake-like flexibility and viciousness and an indescribable coldness and patience.

"Twenty-seven," said Uncle Tie, "only twenty-seven." His voice was low and severe: "Those who are sick, retreat first, and those who are entangled in love, also retreat." No one back. Uncle Tie was furious and shouted: "Don't you all want to die here?" No one speaks, and not speaking is the default.Although each face is very beautiful, each beautiful face has an expression of "willing to die at any time". Uncle Tie stared at them, and finally sighed softly: "Then you might as well die now!" Thirty-seven people, thirty-seven knives.

Everyone had knives by their waists, and with a "choke", all thirty-one knives were unsheathed. Although the hands of the other six people have already grasped the handle of the knife, they are just holding it. Their knives are still in their sheaths. Then, at this moment, these six people are already six dead people. ——Suddenly, there was a bloody cut on everyone's throat. It's like the red silky cut that a person accidentally leaves when he shaves the horns with a razor. But as soon as the red thread appeared, blood gushed out like a fountain. When the few of them fell down, their blood was just sprayed on them, and when their blood was spilled, it didn't fall on them.

——Is this their luck?Still unlucky? Their hot blood fell into the cold mud, even the kind of cold mud that could kill people after falling into it. Six streaks of light as thin as awns, six bloodshot incisions, blood spurting like a spurt, and light like an electric shock. The old man in the white silk rabbit green embroidered robe just got into his sedan chair, the sedan chair curtain had just been lowered, just now thirty-one of the thirty-seven dead men were holding a knife and were about to pull it out, and just now six of them were holding the knife but did not pull it out. The look of the knife.

At this moment, a flash of light like a cow's light suddenly flew out of the sedan chair at an incredible speed. Suddenly, all of a sudden, it flew out. Suddenly, all of a sudden, the blood of six relatively innocent people spurted out like a fountain, and it lasted for a long time. ——It doesn’t matter whether the person is a good person or a bad person, whether he has seeds or not, as long as he is a person, the blood is the same blood, and when it is sprayed out, it can be sprayed as high as half a day. Is this human luck?Still unlucky? Sages and secular people, heroes and cowards, in a certain situation, when they encounter the same thing, the result is no different. If they are also hacked by others, their blood will spurt out in the same way. .

Because they are all human beings, that's what "human beings" are, and there are many things in the world that are not very fair. Six people fell, and thirty-one people stood. Those who had no seed fell, but those who had seed did not fall. "Kindness" means being loyal, courageous, not afraid of death, never frowning when faced with life and death, let alone not drawing the sword when it should be. On the battlefield, at the moment of life and death, people who are more afraid of death will die faster, just like in a casino, people who have less money and are more afraid of losing will usually lose the most.

There are many things in this world like this. "I've checked every corner of this place." The green-robed old man said, "Within a distance of seventy feet from this street, there are at most twenty-seven hiding places." He added: "I mean, only these snake silks can hide in it for three days and three nights." "I know." "So, only 27 people can know these 27 hiding places." "I see." "Now I want them to hide in." The green-robed old man said: "Before the decisive battle between you and Murong, their hiding place must not be known by the twenty-eighth person except you and me and twenty-seven of them." .” "Of course I also understand this point." Uncle Tie sighed softly: "It's a pity that if I am the only one who understands this point, it is still not enough." When he was sighing, there was already a blade-like murderous intent in his eyes, and he swept across the other people like a blade, and asked them in a very sad voice: "Do you also understand what our high master means?" ?” Of course he wouldn't wait for their reply. A person who wields the power of life and death and decides the fate of others at any time usually only gives orders and does not allow disobedience, only asks questions and does not listen to answers. So the question of Uncle Tie continued. "If you all understand what Master Gao means, then you should know what to do now." ——What to do, besides "death", is there any other way? Apart from the dead who are the most reliable keepers of secrets, who else can the suspicious Master Gao trust? It may be easier to get the trust of Master Gao, but it is more difficult to get the trust of the successful overlord Master Tie. ——Without doubts, how can you become a hegemony? ——If there is no hegemony, why should you be suspicious? The fifty riders who followed Uncle Tie were all his buddies, and they had followed him for countless years. If he wanted to go into the soup, they would follow him into the soup. If he wanted to go into the fire, they would follow him. He also went into the fire, but when he was in the soft jade, they were also there. Uncle Tie has always been a person who is very good at employing people, and has always been a good "old man", so he is the uncle. So when his brothers heard him say that, they immediately had many different reactions. ——Everyone felt that Boss Tie was putting on a show to bluff those little bastards. This is the thinking of people who have followed him for only two or three years. ——This is what the uncle said on purpose, to advance as retreat, and retreat as advance, so that these little devils will willingly work for him. This is the idea of ​​his brothers who have been with him for five or six years, and they all think that what their boss said is just a gesture! But those people who have followed him since childhood, when they heard what he said, goose bumps popped up all over their bodies. Only these people know him best. ——In order to achieve the goal, use any means. They have heard their boss repeatedly scold them this sentence since they were very young, so that they will never forget it in their whole life. ——If you want a secret never to be revealed, then you have to kill everyone who hears it. Except for those twenty-seven threads, everyone knows that he has only one way to go today. Not the "Silk Road", but a dead end. "Silk Road." Murong seemed to have been so weak that he couldn't even speak, but now he asked, "Silk Road, are you talking about Silk Road?" "Yes." Mr. Liu said, "Where there is silk, there is the Silk Road." "Is the Silk Road you mentioned opened in the Han Dynasty, from the prosperous Tang Dynasty, from Chang'an, through the Hexi Corridor, through Jiayuguan, to Heishui City, and to Dunhuang?" "no?" "There are two Silk Roads. Of course, they also start from Chang'an, go north, exit customs, enter Hami, eat cantaloupe, and after eating cantaloupe, go from Tonghua, Yili, and Altai Mountains to foreign countries that we don't know. "The blind man who is not blind said: "This is the north road." He explained: "When you go to a foreign country, you bring silk from the Middle Earth, and when you return, you bring exotic curios, huqin, hubed, and blue-eyed beauties. The road is called Tianshan North Road." "Then is there another Tianshan South Road?" "yes." Mr. Liu, a blind man who is not blind, said: "After leaving the customs, cross the plateau, take the Western Regions, Loulan, Shache, and walk along Shule to achieve the goal." He said: "Among the names of traveling merchants, this road , it’s called Tianshan South Road.” "Regardless of the Tianshan North and South Roads, they are all Silk Roads?" Murong asked. "yes." "Which way are you talking about?" "None." Liu Mingqiu said, "The Silk Road I'm talking about is not a road, but a person." "why?" "Because this person, in the minds of those "Sishi" who regard their lives as gossamer, is no longer a person, but a road," Mr. Liu said: "Because without him, they would have nowhere to go. Walk." "So this person is called Silk Road?" "yes." "Okay, great." Murong praised: "Si, Silk Road." He sighed, "Even if you aim Ximen Chuuxue's sword at my throat, I can't think of a better name."