Chapter 27 The twenty-sixth reunion after a long absence

The old monk was silent for a long time, then heaved a long sigh and said, "Yes, Yan Shisan, of course it is Yan Shisan." Zhu Yeqing said: "In the whole world, except for Madam, he is the only one who knows the flaws in Xie Xiaofeng's sword technique." The old monk said: "But since he carved the boat and sank the sword in the green water lake, no one in the rivers and lakes has seen his whereabouts again. How could he find Xie Xiaofeng for his wife?" Zhuyeqing said: "He won't." The old monk said: "Xie Xiaofeng will go to him?" Zhuyeqing said: "No way."

He smiled and said again: "But I guarantee that they will meet by chance." The old monk said: "Really unintentional?" Zhuyeqing stood up with a flick of his clothes, and said lightly: "Is it sentient? Or ruthless? Is it intentional? Or unintentional? Who can tell the difference between these things?" night. The courtyard was dark and quiet, but Xie Xiaofeng walked very fast, he could find it without any lights. Just in this courtyard, on this same quiet night, he didn't know how many times he got up in his clothes to quietly savor the wind and dew and loneliness of this mid-night.

The stars tonight are not the same as last night, and today's Xie Xiaofeng is no longer the useless Aji of the past. Things in the world are like chess and changeable, and who can predict what will happen to him tomorrow? The only thing he cares about now is the person beside him. The younger brother walked slowly beside him, passing through the dark courtyard, suddenly stopped and said: "You go!" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Aren't you leaving?" The little brother shook his head, his face looked as pale as paper in the darkness, and after a long time, he said slowly: "We are not walking the same way, you go your way, I will go mine."

Xie Xiaofeng looked at his pale face, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart. It took a long time before he asked softly, "Can't you go another way?" The younger brother clenched his fists and said loudly, "No." He suddenly turned around and rushed out, but just as he jumped up, he fell from midair.There was cold sweat on his pale face, and he tried to struggle to jump up, but he couldn't even stand still. He originally thought that he could withstand Liu Kuzhu's sword, but now he found that the pain in the wound became more and more unbearable. He has passed out.

When he woke up, the small room was lit up like beans, and Xie Xiaofeng was under the lamp, staring at the half-inch-long sword tip. The tip of the dry bamboo sword. When the Dry Bamboo Sword was pulled out, the tip of the sword was left in his shoulder blade joint. Who can bear this pain? If it weren't for Xie Xiaofeng's extremely stable hands, how could he take out the tip of the sword? But until now his clothes are not dry, and his palms are still sweaty. Only now did his hands start to tremble. The younger brother looked at him, and suddenly said: "This sword should have pierced you."

Xie Xiaofeng smiled wryly, and said, "I know." The younger brother said: "So even though you healed my wound, I don't need to thank you." Xie Xiaofeng said: "You don't need..." The little brother said: "So when I want to leave, you shouldn't keep me." Xie Xiaofeng said: "When are you leaving?" The little brother said: "Now." But he didn't go, he didn't have the strength to stand up yet. Xie Xiaofeng stood up slowly, walked to the head of the bed, stared at him, and suddenly asked: "Have you seen me before?"

The little brother said: "Although no one has seen it, I have seen a portrait drawn for you by others." Xie Xiaofeng didn't ask who drew the portrait for him, he knew who it was. All he asked was, "Have you ever told anyone that you recognized me?" The younger brother said: "I only told one person!" Xie Xiaofeng said: "Who?" The younger brother said: "Tianzun." Xie Xiaofeng said: "So she made this plan to kill me?" The little brother said: "She knows it's not easy to kill you." Xie Xiaofeng said: "Shan Yifei, Liu Kuzhu, Fugui Immortal Hand, and that old monk are all Heavenly Venerables?"

The younger brother said: "So is Qiu Er." Xie Xiaofeng was silent for a long time before asking gently: "Is Tianzun your mother?" He obviously wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but he never dared to ask. The younger brother replied quickly: "Yes, Tianzun is my mother, and now I don't need to hide it from you." Xie Xiaofeng said sadly: "You don't have to hide it from me, there should be no secrets between us." The younger brother stared at him and said, "Why?" Xie Xiaofeng's eyes showed pain again, and he murmured: "Why? You really don't know why?"

The younger brother shook his head. Xie Xiaofeng said: "Then let me ask you, since your mother wanted to kill me, why did you save me?" The younger brother was still shaking his head, with pain and confusion on his face, he jumped up suddenly, covered Xie Xiaofeng's head with the quilt he was covering, kicked open the door of the small room, and rushed out. If Xie Xiaofeng wanted to chase him, even if he used a thousand or ten thousand quilts, they would not be able to stop him. But he didn't chase, because when he lifted the quilt, he saw Murong Qiudi. In the deserted starlight, in the deserted night, in the deserted small courtyard, there is a withered poplar tree.She was just under the tree, alone, in plain clothes, with hazy eyes.No one knows where she came from, and no one knows when she came.She came when she wanted to come, and when she was about to leave, no one could keep her.Some people say that she is a fairy in the sky, some people say that she is an underground ghost, no matter what others say, she doesn't care.

It has been fifteen years. In the fifteen long years, how many lives have there been in these four thousand long and short, hot and cold, sweet and bitter days?How many people died?How many vicissitudes?how much change? But she hasn't changed.That's what she was when he first saw her fifteen years ago. But how much has he changed? The dead trees sway in the small courtyard, and the lights in the small room are like beans. She didn't come in, and he didn't go out, just staring at each other quietly. The relationship between them is always like this, inseparable and elusive.

No one can understand his feelings for her, and no one knows what is in his heart. Whatever was on his mind, at least he didn't show it on his face. He had long learned to hide his emotions from women, especially this woman. Windy, light breeze. She raised her hand, stroking her hair disheveled by the breeze, and suddenly smiled.She rarely smiles. Her smile is also like her own, beautiful, elegant, and erratic, just like the breeze in a spring night, no one can catch it. Her voice was also as gentle as a spring breeze: "It has been many years, is it fifteen years? Or sixteen years?" He didn't answer, because he knew she must remember better than him, maybe even remember what happened every day. She smiled more gently: "It seems that you still haven't changed, and you still don't like talking." He looked at her coldly, and after a long time, he asked coldly, "What else do we have to talk about?" Her smile disappeared and she lowered her head: "No more... no more..." Is it really gone?nothing left? no. She suddenly raised her head again and stared at him: "If there is really nothing to say between us, why should I come to you?" He should have asked her this sentence, but she asked it first.Then she replied by herself: "I came only because I wanted to take that child away. Since you didn't want him before, why bother to provoke him now and make him suffer?" His pupils constricted, as if a needle had suddenly pierced his heart. Her pupils are also constricting: "I'm here because I want to tell you that I want you to die." Her voice was cold, as if she had suddenly changed: "And this time, I will let you die by my own hands." Xie Xiaofeng said coldly: "Heavenly Venerable kills people, why bother to do it himself?" Murong Qiudi said: "I never kill others by myself, but you are an exception." Another gust of wind made her hair more messy. Before the wind blows over, her people have rushed over, as if they have gone crazy, as if they have become another person again. Now she is no longer that light and elegant girl who is erratic and beautiful like a spring breeze. She is no longer that cold and intelligent Mrs. Murong who looks down upon the world of martial arts. Now she is just an ordinary woman, entangled in love, love-hate, and completely unable to control herself. She didn't wait for Xie Xiaofeng to strike first, nor did she wait for him to reveal that fatal flaw first.She didn't even use any martial arts at all.Because she loved this man, and hated this man, loved him terribly, and hated him terribly.So she just wanted to fight this life with him, even if she couldn't fight, she would fight. How could he display his ruthless swordsmanship against such a woman? He has experienced hundreds of battles, dealt with all kinds of martial arts masters, and survived countless fatal crises.But now he simply didn't know what to do. The lamp on the table was kicked over. Murong Qiudi rushed in like a shrew.It seemed that he wanted to bite his ears and nose with his teeth, biting off his whole body piece by piece, and he also seemed to want to scratch his hair and face with his nails. He could have knocked her out with one punch, because she was full of openings all over her body.But he couldn't make a move, and couldn't bear to make a move. He is a man after all, and she was his woman after all.He can only retreat, there are not many places to retreat in the small room, he has nowhere to retreat. At this moment, a sword flashed in her hand, stabbing at him like a poisonous snake! This sword is no longer a shrew's sword, but a murderous sword! Essence! deadly killer! This sword is not only fast, vicious, and accurate, but also struck at the time and direction that the opponent least expects, piercing exactly the part that the opponent least expects. This sword is not only the quintessence of swordsmanship, but also fully exerted the quintessence of the art of war. This is a sword that must kill and hit, but this sword missed. Except for Xie Xiaofeng, there is absolutely no other person in the world who can avoid this sword, because no one in the world can understand Murong Qiudi better than him. He was able to avoid this sword, not because he had calculated the time and location of the strike, but because he had calculated Murong Qiudi correctly. He understands her.Maybe more than herself. He knew she was not a shrew, and he knew that she would never lose control of herself. When the sword edge passed under his ribs, he had already grabbed her wrist, and the timing of his attack was absolutely accurate. When the dagger fell, her body became limp, and she fell limply into his arms.Her body was light, warm and soft.His hands were cold. The long night was drawing to a close, and just at this moment the morning light came in through the window and fell on her face. There were tears on her face.A pair of hazy eyes were looking at him obsessively again. He can't see. She suddenly asked: "Do you still remember, when we met for the first time, I wanted to kill you too, and you also took my sword and hugged me like this!" He couldn't hear it, but he couldn't forget that day—— It's spring. On the hillside covered with green grass, under the big tree covered with thick shade, stood a big girl with a clear face. He saw her smiling at him, her smile was as beautiful and erratic as a spring breeze. He smiled at her too. Seeing her smile more sweetly, he walked over and picked a camellia to give to her.She gave him a sword. When Jianfeng passed by his throat, he grabbed her hand. She looked at him in surprise and asked him: "Are you the third young master of the Xie family?" "How do you know I am?" he asked back. "Because except for the third young master of the Xie family, no one can take my sword in one move." He didn't ask her if many people had been hurt by her sword, nor did he ask why she wanted to hurt people. Because the spring was thick and the flowers were bright that day, and her body was so light and soft. Because he was young then. What now? Fifteen years of long and difficult years have quietly slipped away from them. Does he still have the same feeling in his heart now? She is still whispering: "No matter what you think in your heart, I will never forget that day, because on that day, I gave you my whole being, and gave it to you in a daze, but you disappeared as soon as you left." news." He still can't seem to hear. She added: "When we met for the second time, I was already engaged, and you came to give a congratulatory gift. "Although I hated you and blamed you at that time, when I saw you, I lost my mind. "So on the second night of my engagement, I followed you away in a daze, but I didn't expect you to abandon me again, and there was no news when I went there again. "Although I hate you even more in my heart now, but...but...I still hope that you can lie to me again like before, and take me away again. Even if you kill me this time, I won't blame you." Her voice is sad and soft like a piece of music, can he really not listen to it?Really can't hear you? He really lied to her twice, and she still did this to him.Is he really so ruthless and ruthless? "I know you think I've changed!" She had tears streaming down her face: "But no matter what kind of person I become in front of others, I will never change to you." Xie Xiaofeng suddenly pushed her away, and walked out without looking back.She still didn't give up and followed him. The sun outside the Dou has shone all over the earth, and the hillside in the distance is covered with green grass. He suddenly turned around and looked at her coldly: "Do you want me to kill you?" Tears were still on her face, but she forced a smile: "As long as you are happy, you can kill me." He turned around and walked forward again, and she was still following: "But your wound is still bleeding, at least let me wrap it up for you first." He ignored it. She added: "Although I asked people to hurt you, that's another matter entirely. As long as you ask, I can go and kill those people for you at any time." His footsteps slowed down again, and finally he couldn't help turning his head back, and there was emotion in his cold eyes. Whether that's love?still hate?It is a feeling that goes deep into the bone marrow and will never be forgotten. Dikes collapsed and icebergs melted. Even though we know that once the embankment collapses, there will be disasters, but when the embankment is about to collapse, who can stop it?She fell into his arms again.Another year of spring, another piece of green grass. Xie Xiaofeng slowly sat up from the hillside, looking at the person lying beside him.He was asking himself in his heart: "Did I betray her? Or did she betray me?" No one could answer that question, not even himself. He only knows that no matter whether she is good or bad, no matter who has wronged whom, only when he is with this person can he forget the suffering and sadness, and he can have peace of mind. He himself doesn't know what kind of feelings this is, he only knows that if there is such a relationship between people, even if they are suffering and being deceived, they are willing to do so. It doesn't matter if you die. She raised her head again and looked at him obsessively: "I know what you're thinking." "you know?" "You want me to disband Tianzun, bring back that child, and live quietly for a few years." She did speak right to his heart. Even if he was born a prodigal son, even if the blood of a prodigal son flows in his veins, he still gets bored sometimes. Especially when waking up from drunkenness and in the dead of night, who wouldn't want to have someone close to him who can tell about his pain and loneliness? She gently held his hand, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what I'm thinking?" He didn't know that a woman's mind is inherently unpredictable, let alone a woman like her. She suddenly smiled, very strangely: "I was thinking, you are such an idiot." "fool?" He doesn't understand. "Do you know how much effort it took me to build Tianzun? How could I destroy it casually? Since you don't want that child anymore, why should I bring it to you?" Xie Xiaofeng's heart sank, his whole body was icy cold, from the soles of his feet to the bottom of his heart. Murong Qiudi looked at the expression on his face, and laughed even more wildly: "You should at least think about it, what is my status now? What is my identity? Would I still cook and wash clothes for you?"