Chapter 4 The third time Si Shi Shi Shi

Of the fifty cavalry that Uncle Tie brought, there are now only thirty-one of them left. "Only the dead can keep absolute secrets." Uncle Tie said, "This is a very correct and very clever sentence, but I am not the first person to say this sentence, I am not so smart yet." He said: "But now this sentence is a wise saying that everyone understands, and you must understand it too." Yes, everyone understands that their boss wants them to die. Except for the twenty-seven silk soldiers who were going to surprise and snipe the enemy from their hiding places on the decisive battle day, everyone else had to die, and no one wanted to die, but they had no choice but to die.

Why are there still thirty-one people alive now?Could it be that Uncle Tie's orders are not as effective as they used to be? Si Shi, who was going to ambush on the decisive battle day, had to choose twenty-seven out of twenty-nine people. The candidates are still undecided, so twenty-nine are still alive. What about the other two? There are two people, one old and one young, the old is sixty or seventy, the young is sixteen or seventeen, but both of them have a fighting spirit that is not afraid of death. The old man is about to die, life and death are just a snap of the fingers, what joy is there in life, what fear is there in death?Why not die with honor?

Young people don't know how terrible death is, so if you want to die, die, fuck it, at least you have to fight hard to die! Uncle Tie seems to have no interest in taking care of this matter anymore. As an uncle, you usually know when to hand over a matter to someone else to take over, especially when the matter has come to an end and there is a little trouble at the beginning. Those who dare to resist the uncle, of course, are obviously troublesome people.Usually more than a little trouble. At this moment, there are two biggest troubles, one is that the old man has fighting experience, and the other is that the young has the courage to fight.

The old man, Wang Zhongping, had an ordinary name and an ordinary appearance, but in his lifetime, he had killed ninety-nine people, all of them in a calm and ordinary way. After the murder, there was actually no trouble. ——You said that such a person, would it be a little troublesome to kill him? The young man's surname is Lu, he is an orphan, he has no name, and his nickname is "Agan", which means that as long as he "touches" him, no matter who you are, I will fuck you, and we will talk about life and death. He has no home. At least twenty times, others thought he was dead, but he didn't.

——You said that such a person is also a little troublesome? The old man in green robe ignored the old and the young, and only looked at the twenty-nine wires in front of him. His eyes are also like silk.The silk is bright, the silk is light and soft, and the silk is gentle, but the silk can also strangle you to death. "What I want is twenty-seven people, but now I have twenty-nine," he sighed softly, "What do you think I should do now?" No one answered, and no one knew how to answer. The night was getting darker and the night wind was cold. Everyone felt goose bumps popping out of their bodies, because no one knew whether there would be one of the two people who must die. Is it yourself?

This problem was solved quickly in a very strange and very simple situation. Because a few of them can actually squeeze in with their "partners", no matter how small the hiding place, can be squeezed in. "Because we're often all crowded together," they said, "and we like two of us crowded together." So now the remaining problem is only two people. "The Silk Road is actually not a road. Although his brothers think that there is no way to go without him, there is actually no way to go with him." Mr. Liu told Mr. Murong: "If you say, he is really If there is a road, then this road must be paved with other people's corpses."

Blind people are not blind: "I dare say that among the fifty riders brought by Boss Tie, at least nineteen have died." "Fifty, minus nineteen, there are thirty-one left." Murong asked: "There are twenty-seven hiding places, twenty-seven people, why are there thirty-one alive now? Could it be that Boss Tie and that road are not the same?" Do you understand that only the dead can keep their mouths?" Of course he also knows that they all understand, but he likes to listen to other people's reasonable explanations to the questions he raised. Only reasonable explanations can represent a person's wisdom, rationality, knowledge and analytical ability. People are by his side.

So he is Murong. Mr. Liu was beside him. "There are several couples among the Sishi who are as close as brothers and sisters, especially the Lin family brothers and the Qingshan brothers, who are inseparable. So although there are only twenty-seven hiding places, there may be twenty-nine people." "Thirty-one, minus twenty-nine, there seem to be two more." Murong asked, "Is that right?" "right." "There are two more people? Why are they still alive?" "Actually, I'm not saying you should know." "why?" "Because you have heard of these two people a long time ago."

Murong was thinking. "Iron Turtle's five favorite generals, dry, old, old, female, and young, are impossible to appear at this time." Murong thought for a while: "Only two of them will appear at most." He raised his glass again suddenly. "One old and one young, if I say something wrong, I'll fine you three drinks." Mr. Liu smiled, sighed, and also toasted, not only toasted, but also drank, three cups. He lost, he wanted to drink, he drank, he said. "Old Wang has experienced hundreds of battles. From countless times of killing people, he has learned the most effective stabbing technique. He named it one hundred stabs, ninety-nine hits. Of course he is not afraid."

Mr. Liu said: "He is already sixty-nine, and he is not even afraid of death. What else is he afraid of?" Murong agrees. "If I'm sixty-nine, there's only one thing I'm afraid of," he answered himself. "By then, I'm afraid I'm not dead yet." "What about when you were sixteen or seventeen?" "At that time, I was afraid of death." Murong confessed very frankly: "At that time, whenever I saw a dead person, I would cry." "Because you are a pampered and pampered son, you have lived happily ever since you were a child." Mr. Liu Mingqiu said, "I think you bullied all the girls in your family to death when you were twelve or thirteen years old."

——A man who can bully so many beautiful little girls to death, why would he think of dying? "But there are many people who are not like this." Mr. Liu said, "They are all different from you." "what is the difference?" "You don't think of death, but you are afraid of death. If you die, your good father, good mother, good sister, good sister, good clothes, delicious food, and fun things will all be gone at once, so you don't want to be afraid." You can't even die because you have so many things that only you can enjoy while you're alive." Mr. Liu asked: "But what about other people? Why aren't they afraid of death?" He is not asking this question to others, but to himself. So he answered himself: "They are not afraid of death just because they have nothing." "That little boy named Agan is like this," Mr. Liu said. "He has no parents, no friends, no love. He is not afraid of death. He is only afraid of living alone in this hopeless world. In the world, if someone forces him, he can only do it." The blind man who was not blind said: "In my opinion, of course he has some ability to go through life and death." He said: "If this kid can live to be twenty years old, I dare say he can do better than anyone else, maybe Even better than when Chu Liuxiang was twenty years old." Murong was startled. "You compare him with Chu Liuxiang?" "Ok." "Are you comparing to that Chu Liuxiang?" "How many Chu Liuxiangs are there in the world?" "One." "Then this is what I'm talking about." A very sad expression suddenly appeared on the face of the blind man who was not blind: "There are not many geniuses in this world. It would be a pity if they don't even live to be twenty years old." "Are you talking about Ah Gan?" Murong asked, "Could it be that you've calculated that he won't live to be twenty years old?" "yes." A-gan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes showing fierceness like a hungry wolf. He is a very special person, extremely ferocious, yet extremely calm, extremely agile, and extremely tolerant. There are rumors in the world, and some people even say that he was raised by wolf dogs. Therefore, he is also extremely precocious. It is said that he already had the physical strength of a strong man when he was nine years old, and he had his first woman. ——A seventeen-year-old peasant girl rolled up her trousers, revealing a pair of calves and white feet. She was washing clothes under a mountain spring when she suddenly found a child watching her like a beast from the opposite side. A-gan clenched his fists tightly, staring at the green-robed old man with sharp eyes like a wolf. Uncle Tie turned a blind eye, the green-robed old man didn't look at it at all, Wang Zhongping gave him a warning look, but A-gan was determined to do it. At the moment when he made up his mind, his people rushed out, like a hungry wolf suddenly seeing a sheep flying out, grabbing the old man's throat and heart with his "claws". His culling action was really like a wolf. The old man in green robe is not a sheep. His figure suddenly retreated like a ghost, his silk warriors swarmed out from all directions, their hands gleaming like silver lights, weaving into a net. A-gan suddenly found himself in the net, and the net was tightening. The green-robed old man flew over like a ghost, and a silver thorn suddenly appeared in his hand, which pierced A-gan's mouth from the silk net. . A-gan was about to scream, the thorn had entered his throat, pierced into his mouth, pierced through the back of his neck, the silver thorn melted into silk, and hit the back of his head. The back of the brain is broken, and the blood is flying. A-gan fell down. He was not yet twenty years old, and the cry of his death was as terrible as the howling of a wolf. The silk screen was put away, and the old man in green robe turned around silently, facing Wang Zhongping silently. He didn't move, neither did Wang Zhongping. Suddenly, a child in a red shirt, white trousers, and a braid soaring out of nowhere, pulled out a gleaming knife in his backhand, and suddenly rushed to Agan. In front of the corpse that had just fallen, he grabbed his hair in a bun, cut off his head with a single knife, turned over in the air, and ran with his head in his hands, losing sight in a blink of an eye. - Is this child a child?Still a brat? The old man in green robe still didn't move, neither did Wang Zhongping, but the faces of both of them had changed a little. Seeing the little ghost cutting off his head, seeing the little ghost going away, they couldn't move, because they couldn't move, whoever moved first would give the other a chance, a fatal chance. ——Why didn’t Master Tie and the twenty-nine wires move?Is it because the brat moved too fast? ——A childlike imp, why did he come to this murderous place to cut off a dead man's head? The old man in green robe stared at Wang Zhongping, and suddenly heaved a long sigh, and said in a very sentimental voice: "Mr. Wang, it seems that you are probably dead. Even the head-cutting brat doesn't want your head anymore." "Oh?" "If he still wants your head, he will definitely wait until you die first before cutting it off." He waved. "You go." The green-robed old man said: "If you don't even want your head, how can I, an old ghost, want your life?" Wang Zhongping let out a long sigh. "Yes, it looks like I'm really old," he said. "Old people's heads are like ugly women's bodies, and usually nobody wants them." The old man in green robe also sighed: "It seems that there are indeed many things like this in the world." "Not bad at all." Wang Zhongping said. He adjusted his clothes and saluted, saluted the old man, saluted the uncle, and also saluted the twenty-nine silks. His posture of saluting is gentle and elegant, but everyone can imagine that in these gentle and elegant movements of his, every moment may show a killer to stab the enemy to death, because he also knows that the old man in green robe will never be true. let him go. ——One hundred thorns, ninety-nine hits. ——For this thorn, who did he choose, and who would he choose to die with him? He had chosen, of course, a man whom he had to be sure of killing, there should always be no doubt about that. The problem is, it seems like he should be pretty sure of whoever he's dealing with here. So everyone was on high alert, they didn't move, they were all waiting for him to move first. The strange thing is that he didn't move either, as if he really believed that the old man in green robe would let him go, he just walked forward slowly and leisurely.It was almost time to leave this small town. Uncle Tie turned a blind eye, and the old man in green robe just watched him walk away helplessly.It seems that he is not afraid that he will reveal his secret at all, and it seems that they have something to hold in his hands. What is the real reason!who knows? At this time, I only saw the shadow of a tall and slender woman, coming out of the boundless darkness outside the town, walking towards him, stretching her arms, and hugging him tightly. "For most people, the Silk Road means a dead end, even if he accidentally gives others a way to live, that road is as thin as a gossamer." Mr. Liu said to Murong: "So A-Qian should be dead now. " "must?" "Uncle Tie wants him to die, and that old monster in the green silk robe also wants him to die. We don't seem to want him to live anymore. Who else in this world can save him?" "There seems to be another person." Murong said, "No matter how incredible and unsolvable things happen in this world, there always seems to be someone who can solve them." "Who is this kind of person?" Murong smiled and said, "This kind of person seems to be the Chu Liuxiang you just mentioned." Chu Liuxiang. Famous all over the world, recited by every family, every girl's dream lover, every teenager's idol, every young girl's unmarried mother's most wanted son-in-law, every Jianghu hero's most willing to make friends Friend, the customer whom the boss of every ecstasy place is most willing to woo enthusiastically, the person every poor man likes to see the most, and the good friend who every "good friend" likes to drink with. In addition, of course, he is also the best eater in the eyes of all famous chefs in the world, the best player in clothes in the eyes of all the best tailors in the world, and the biggest big spender in the eyes of all casino owners in the world.Even in Yangzhou, where the wealth of salt merchants is densely populated, and Yangzhou, where "the waist is 30,000 guan, riding a crane to Yangzhou", the limelight and limelight of others are all gone compared with him. It doesn't matter who. The big boss of the Guandong Racecourse, the big plateau merchant on Changbai Mountain, the chief helmsman of each mountain, each village and each road, the chief scooper, usually holding red on the left and green on the right, spending thousands of dollars, without changing his face, but as long as he sees He, the colors on these people's faces may have some changes. Because he is Chu Liuxiang. ——A Chu Liuxiang who will never exist again, unique in heaven and earth, if he suddenly "lost", no one can replace him. Such a person, if not enviable and admirable, is pleasing. But Mr. Liu heard this person's "this name", and suddenly there was an indescribable sadness on his face, and it was really a kind of sadness that could not be expressed or written. Seeing this strange, weird and unexplainable expression on his face, Murong couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?" He asked Mr. Liu, "It looks like you're sad." "It seems to be a little bit." "Why are you sad?" "Because I know that even Chu Liuxiang can't save Ah Gan." "why?" "Because Chu Liuxiang was already dead three months ago." Murong also died. At least he looks no different from a dead man now. This tall and slender woman was wearing a snow-white robe.The wind was blowing, and the white robe was fluttering. She hugged Wang Zhongping tightly, like a passionate girl suddenly seeing her first lover again, so passionate and enthusiastic. But her hand suddenly let go again, her body was suddenly blown away by the cold and gentle evening wind like a white ghost, into the farther and darker night. Wang Zhongping still stood there with the original posture, and after a long time, he started to move. This time, instead of going any further, he turned around and came back. He walked very slowly, and the way he walked was very strange. When he walked into the place where the light could illuminate him, everyone saw that the appearance of his face was also very strange. Every organ and every muscle on his face seemed to have been twisted and deformed. . When he got to the front, everyone could see that his face had turned into an orchid-like color. ——Orchids come in many colors, but each color has a kind of desolate paleness. It was the color of his face, even in his eyes. Then he withered like an orchid that suddenly withers. When he fell down, his eyes were fixed on Silk Road, and he said in a voice full of schadenfreude and resentment, "It's useless, it's absolutely useless." Say word by word: "No matter how you design, you will definitely lose this time." "why?" "Because of that blind man, if you knew who he was, maybe you would kill him right now." The muscles on his face that were full of hatred suddenly twisted into an indescribably weird smile, "Because you will never know who he is." Although both Si and Silu were good at extorting confessions, they couldn't force him to say a single word now. Because he was already dead, he died after saying this sentence, and when he died, his face looked like an orchid that could change color at any time under the moonlight. When the ghostly woman in white robe floated into the night sky with the wind, she seemed to have waved her hands to Uncle Tie and Silu. Her white sleeves fluttered in the dark night, which also looked like an orchid. It was already midnight at this time, and there was a faint fragrance of orchids in the evening wind. "Chu Liuxiang is really dead?" "yes." "Are you sure?" "I have got!" Mr. Liu said dejectedly: "At first I didn't believe that he would die. He is as deep and sinister as Monk Wuhua and Nangong Ling, and as stunning as Jellyfish and Shi Guanyin. They can't let him die. Who else can?" The eyes of the blind who are not blind seem to have tears in their eyes, more white than black. "But he did die, and he died at the hands of a woman, a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy, but actually like a devil." Mr. Liu said, "Her name is Lin Huanyu." "Lin Huanyu?" "Yes," Mr. Liu said, "Huanjun's pearls are weeping, Huanjun Baoyujun is dead. The concubine will never be mourned after the death of the king. The heaven and the earth will never be together." Murong is also a lover, "When the king dies, the concubine mourns, and we will never get together." He thought about these few sad words, and he didn't know what he was thinking?I don't know what it's like? He could only say: "This must be an extremely sad and touching story that makes people love you to death. Fortunately, I don't want to hear it now." Murong said: "Now I am not in the fucking mood to listen to this kind of story about seeing a living ghost." Bullshit story." The gentle and refined Mr. Murong can also scold people, and only when he scolds, does he feel better in his heart. Of course, he only cursed when he was most unhappy. midnight. The scent of orchids wafting from the wind is clearer, lighter and lighter, but it has not disappeared. People have disappeared. The murderer, the cold and terrifying phoenix, and the ghostly woman in white robe have all disappeared into the dark night, leaving only a corpse that will not disappear for a while, and a dead man whose head has been cut off. Uncle Tie took a deep breath. "It's very fragrant, really fragrant." He said, "It's no wonder that learned people say that only the fragrance of orchids is the fragrance of the king." "Could it be that Chu Xiangshuai's world-famous tulip fragrance can't compare to it?" "Of course not." "why?" "Because that aroma is gone now." "Is it because Chu Liuxiang is gone now?" Silu asked intentionally. "yes." So Uncle Tie and Silu laughed together, as if they had completely forgotten what Wang Zhongping said just now. "No matter what, you will definitely lose this time, because that blind man..." Wang Zhongping never lied. Uncle Tie always believed in what he said, and this time he said so, and there was absolutely no reason for it. But this time, Uncle Tie didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, and he even seemed to have completely forgotten that he saw a blind man just now. At this time, the moon is almost full, and this day is August 13th, the second eve before Mid-Autumn Festival. The decisive battle between Uncle Tie and Young Master Murong happened on the night of the full moon in mid-autumn.