Chapter 25 Chapter 25 The Guest in White and the Elegy

No one in the cabin spoke. No one on the bow spoke. Never! Where is this sound coming from? The sound came from the lake. The water on the lake is sparkling, and the autumn moon hangs high in the sky. Where are the people? in the distance. Forty feet away, there is a solitary lamp, a lone boat, and a hazy figure. Although the person is far away, his voice seems to be right next to your ears. It is not a very strange thing to be able to transmit the sound far away with internal force. The strange thing is that he can hear Xiao Shishilang talking here, and he can hear it clearly. Who is this person.

Everyone has not seen it clearly. This lonely boat is like a piece of duckweed, coming very slowly... Xiao Shishilang has also seen the lonely boat on the lake and the figures on the boat. He suddenly smiled and said, "I can't get drunk even if you're here?" The sound didn't sound loud, but it must have been transmitted very far. The answer is only two words: "No." "why?" "How can the master get drunk when a guest comes from afar?" "Where is the distance?" "Among the emptiness and indistinctness, the depths of the clouds do not know where to go."

Xiao Shishilang didn't ask any more questions, because the lone boat was approaching, and the light was approaching. He has seen the man under the lamp. A man in white, a ghostly man in white, was holding a white banner in his hand. Is it the white flag calling back the soul? Whose soul is he going to recruit? That lonely boat was also white, as if it was sinking slowly. Zhang Heng, who was standing at the front, suddenly contorted his face, and suddenly yelled: "Ghost...it's not a human, it's a ghost!" He stepped back step by step, and suddenly fell down. This water hero who roamed across Taihu Lake was so frightened that he fainted.

No one went to help him. Everyone was frozen there, everyone was sweating, and even their fingertips were cold. Only now did everyone see clearly that the boat the man in white was riding in was actually a paper boat. The kind of paper boat used to incinerate the dead during the seventh period of death. Feng Siniang's expression also changed. "...The one who came was not a human, but a ghost!" If it was a living person of flesh and blood, how could he use such a paper boat to cross the lake? "Among the emptiness and indistinctness, the depths of the clouds do not know where to go."

Could it be that he is really the Ghost Realm of the Underworld, the Nine Nether Underworld? Are there really ghosts in this world?Feng Siniang didn't believe it. She never believed in such absurd things, she has always been a very sensible woman. She only believes in one thing. ——Whether "he" is a human or a ghost, he must be terrifying. ——No matter where he came from, it is very likely that he came to kill Xiao Shishilang. The autumn night breeze is very light. A gust of wind gently blew across the waves, and the paper boat finally sank completely. But the people on board did not sink.

People have arrived at Shuiyue Tower. The lights at the head of the Shuiyue Building were brilliant, and under the brilliant and bright lights, everyone could see this person clearly. He is neither too tall nor too short, with gray hair but no beard. His face was also pale, as if he had just been punched by someone, or as if he had just suffered from some strange disease. His eyes, nose, and mouth were all crooked, as if they had left their original positions, and they were also pale. Like wearing a poorly made mask. Such a face should have been a very funny face. But no matter who sees him, they will never feel the slightest bit of ridiculous meaning, they will only feel chills.

It was cold from the heart to the soles of the feet. It's because of his eyes. He has eyes, but there are no eyeballs and no whites. His eyes are actually yellow. It was completely yellow, as if someone had ripped out his eyes and filled them with gold. — Has anyone ever seen such a pair of eyes? ——If someone has read it, I guarantee that that person will never forget it. What he was holding in his hand was not a white banner for evoking souls, but a cloth move for divination. There are eight words on it: "The upper cave is dark, and the lower is clear and secluded." It turned out that he was a blind man who sold divination.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, he is a human after all, not a ghost. But everyone forgot one thing. ——Some people in this world are scarier than ghosts. Xiao Shishilang sat down again. Whether this blind man is really blind or not, at least he is definitely not an ordinary blind man. If a blind man comes to you in a dead man's paper boat, of course he will never do anything good if he seeks you. Of course you don't have to stand outside to greet him. What's more, as long as he can sit, Xiao Shishilang seldom stands. The blind man had already walked over slowly, but he didn't touch the ground with the bamboo pole on the cloth.

But he was undoubtedly really blind. Blind people always have some characteristics that are different from ordinary people, and Xiao Shishilang can see it. ——Since he is blind, how can he walk over by himself? —was it because of the bright lights in the cabin, he could feel it? ——Aren’t blind people always more sensitive than ordinary people? The people on the bow slowly avoided and made way. The blind man walked slowly but steadily, neither asking for directions nor asking for support. When he walked through the crowd, he was like a mighty emperor, passing through the subjects who bowed at his feet.

Xiao Shishilang had never seen a blind man as proud as he was. Even if he still had eyes, he would definitely not see these people in his eyes. If he still had eyes to see, perhaps there would be no one in the world who could make him see. In his life, there must be many things that he can be proud of. What are those things? In a person's life, if there have been many things to be proud of, others can not only see it, but must have heard of it. A person whose actions are as weird as his, and his martial arts are as brilliant as his, no one else will be unaware. The eyes of people in the world are like eagles, and their noses are like hounds.

These people on the bow are all veterans, but none of them recognize him. Even Feng Siniang had never seen him. But suddenly there was an ominous omen in her heart. It doesn't matter who the blind man is or why he came here. He brought nothing but death and disaster. Outside the door of the cabin, there are four palace lanterns hanging. The blind man has gone to the lamp. Xiao Shishilang suddenly said: "Stop." The blind man stopped and stood upright. Even under such a bright light, there was still no trace of dust or dirt on his whole body. Xiao Shishilang had never seen such a clean blind man. The blind man was waiting for him to speak. Xiao Shishilang said: "Do you know where this is?" The blind man shook his head. Xiao Shishilang said: "Do you know who I am?" The blind man shook his head again. Xiao Shishilang said: "Then you shouldn't have come." The blind man said, "I'm here." Xiao Shishilang said, "What are you here for?" The blind man said, "I am blind." Xiao Shishilang said: "I can see it." The blind man said: "A blind man can always hear many things that others cannot hear." Xiao Shishilang said: "What did you hear?" The blind man said, "Singing." Xiao Shishilang said: "Do you know that this is the West Lake?" The blind man nodded. Xiao Shishilang said: "There are singing voices everywhere here." The blind man said, "But the singing I heard just now is different." Xiao Shishilang said, "Different?" The blind man said, "It's different from other songs." Xiao Shishilang said, "What's the difference?" The blind man said: "Some songs are sad, some are joyful, some symbolize happiness and peace, and some are full of excitement and anger." Facing Xiao Shishilang, he continued slowly: "If you are like me If you are also blind, you will hear many strange and interesting things from singing." Xiao Shishilang said: "What did you hear just now?" The blind man said, "Disaster." Xiao Shishilang's fists were already clenched. The blind man said: "The sound of the wind before the storm must be different from the usual sound, and the cry of the beast before death must also be different from the usual." With a mysterious expression on his crooked face, he continued slowly. : "When a disaster is about to happen to a person, there must be an ominous omen in her singing, I can hear it." Xiao Shishilang's expression changed. The blind man said: "There are also big and small disasters. Small disasters can bring nothing more than death to people. Big disasters often implicate many innocent people." Xiao Shishilang said: "Aren't you afraid of being implicated?" The blind man said, "Now I just want to take a look." Xiao Shishilang said, "What are you looking at?" The blind man said, "Look at that singing girl." A blind man came to "see" a stranger in a funeral paper boat. —Have you ever heard such absurd things? Xiao Shishilang heard it, but didn't smile. The blind man didn't laugh either. Anyone can see that he is definitely not joking. Xiao Shishilang stared at him and said, "Are you blind?" The blind man nodded. Xiao Shishilang said: "Can blind people see?" The blind man said: "The blind can't see." He suddenly smiled, with a desolate and mysterious smile: "What other people can see, the blind can't see." When he laughed, the eyes, nose and facial features on his face seemed to return to their original positions. At this moment, Xiao Shishilang suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had seen this person, this face. But he couldn't remember who this person was. The blind man said again: "But blind people can often see things that others cannot see." Xiao Shishilang said, "For example, a disaster?" The blind man nodded and said, "So I want to see what kind of disaster it will be." Xiao Shishilang smiled. The blind man asked, "Are you laughing?" Xiao Shishilang laughed out loud. The blind man said, "Disasters are not ridiculous." Xiao Shishilang said: "I'm laughing at myself." The blind man asked, "Why?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Because I have never heard such a ridiculous thing, but I was moved by you." Xiao Shishilang was sometimes moved by people, by such a person and such a thing. If it was normal, Feng Siniang would have couldn't help laughing. Now she didn't dare to laugh, and couldn't laugh. —and she had seen that it was not a ridiculous thing, by any means. Shen Bijun whispered in her ear again: "Is Bingbing the one singing?" "Ok." "You said that Bingbing was very ill, and it was a terminal disease that couldn't be cured?" "Ok." Shen Bijun exhaled lightly, and said, "Could it be that this blind man can really hear it from her singing?" Feng Siniang didn't answer. She can't answer. This fact is too absurd, too unbelievable, but it happens to be true. After a long time, she also let out a sigh of relief: "I just hope that he won't see anything else." They have had enough of their misfortunes now. —What can a blind man see but disaster? Some people say that Feng Siniang is fierce, while others say that Feng Siniang is wild. Some people think she talks like a man and drinks like two men. But no one said she was not beautiful. She was a beauty. A beauty like her would never admit that other women are more beautiful than herself. Feng Siniang is an exception. She has always thought that Shen Bijun is a real beauty, and no one can match Shen Bijun's beauty. But now she thinks differently, because she saw a real beauty again—— icy. She had always thought that Shen Bijun was a woman among women, every inch of her body was a woman. Now she finds that Bingbing is not even comparable to Shen Bijun in some respects. Bingbing's beauty may not be appreciated by everyone, and can be appreciated. She is fragile, mysterious, and distressingly beautiful. If Shen Bijun is as gorgeous as a peony and elegant as an orchid, Feng Siniang is a rose with thorns. Bingbing is just a little flower - an unknown little flower. ——After the wind and rain, the sky is full of sunset, and you walk through the garden at dusk. ——In the garden that has been devastated by wind and rain, all the flowers have withered, but you suddenly find an unknown flower under the high wall swaying in the wind in the setting sun. How did you feel in your heart at that time? When you see Bingbing, you will have that feeling in your heart. Especially now— She had gone down the ship's tower, and was assisted down; her face was pale and haggard. She didn't hold her heart, nor frowned. There is no need to make any gestures at all, just standing quietly like this, her beauty is enough to break the heart. The blind man stood right in front of her, "looking" at her, his sallow eyes were still empty. Of course he didn't see with his eyes. Could he really see things that others couldn't see? Xiao Shishilang couldn't help asking, "What did you see?" The blind man was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I saw a swamp, a swamp under the valley, no beasts, no trees, no life..." His face suddenly glowed, and he continued: " But there is a person in this swamp, a woman." ——Is he talking about the swamp under the "Murder Cliff"? ——Could the woman he saw be Bing Bing who was pushed into the valley by Tian Gongzi? ——How could he "see" it? —How could he know it if he couldn't see it? Xiao Shishilang took a deep breath and said, "What else did you see?" The blind man's voice sounded like he was dreaming: "I saw this woman climbing up. I could see that she was sick, very sick..." "She seemed to be about to fall, but suddenly a hand stretched out and pulled her up." "It was a man's hand." "Now this hand holds a strangely shaped knife, and a woman is singing beside him..." "But the strings broke suddenly, and she also fell down." Xiao Shishilang immediately interrupted him, saying: "The woman who sings is the woman in the swamp?" The blind man said, "Yes." Xiao Shishilang said: "How can you tell? Can you see what her face looks like?" The blind man hesitated, and said, "I can't see her face, but I can see a blue birthmark on her left thigh, which is bigger than a palm and looks like a maple leaf." Before he could finish his words, Bingbing's complexion had changed, as if he had been pushed down a ravine suddenly, his beautiful eyes were full of surprise and fear. She is not the kind of woman who is easily frightened. Although her body is fragile, she has a will stronger than steel. So she can live until now. ——Why is she so frightened now? ——Is there really such a blue mark on her body? That mysterious smile appeared on the blind man's face again, and he murmured: "As expected, I am not mistaken, I know I will never be wrong..." He turned around slowly, as if he was going to go out, but the bamboo stick in his hand suddenly pierced towards Bingbing's throat like a poisonous snake. Bingbing didn't move, didn't dodge. Her whole body seemed to be frozen with fear, and she couldn't even move. Fortunately, there is Xiao Shishilang beside her! With the blind man's move, except for Xiao Shishilang, no one else could save her. The people on the bow are all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and the people in the cabin are even the best of the best. Everyone could see clearly that the bamboo stick in the blind man's hand had already touched Bingbing's throat, if he exerted more strength, Bingbing's throat would be pierced. But Bingbing's throat was not pierced, and the blind man did not use his last effort. What force stopped him? No one can see it, only the blind can feel it. He suddenly felt an indescribable pressure that had reached his ribs. If he didn't withdraw his strength, the eight ribs under his ribs would be completely crushed. When everyone saw that his bamboo stick was on Bingbing's throat, he had retreated seven feet. When everyone saw him retreating, Xiao Shishilang was already standing at the door of the cabin, blocking his way. The deer-cutting knife is still in its sheath. But the murderous intent was imminent. The blind man also turned around, and faced Xiao Shishilang again, his crooked face was as cold as autumn frost. Of course he could also feel this murderous aura. Only a person who has killed countless people and is about to kill can have this murderous aura on him. He knew that this person in front of him would never let him go out alive again. Xiao Shishilang suddenly said: "You killed the wrong person." The blind man said, "Oh?" Xiao Shishilang said: "The people who came here should have killed me." The blind man said, "You want me to kill you?" Xiao Shishilang said: "It must be killed." The blind man asked, "Why?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Because you are already here." The blind man said, "And because you want to kill me?" Xiao Shishilang did not deny it. The blind man was laughing again, and said with a faint smile, "Actually, even if I don't want to kill you, you can still kill me." Seeing his smiling face, Xiao Shishilang suddenly felt that strange feeling again. —I must have seen this man, I must have. But he couldn't figure out who this person was. Why is that? He was determined to find out why. His hand was already on the handle of the knife. The murderous intent is stronger. The blind man said: "I said that although I am blind, I can see things that others cannot see." Xiao Shishilang said: "What do you see now?" The blind man said, "I saw that hand again, holding that knife again." Xiao Shishilang was not surprised. Of course he has a knife in his hand, anyone can think of it. The blind man said, "I can also see that you must kill me." Xiao Shishilang sneered. The blind man said: "Two years ago, you would have let me go, but now you have changed." Xiao Shishilang immediately asked: "Did you meet me two years ago?" The blind man said calmly: "Whether I saw you two years ago or not, I can see now that you were definitely not the kind of person you were two years ago." Xiao Shishilang said: "What else can you see?" The blind man said, "I saw a pool of blood, and there was a severed hand in the blood, with a knife in it." Xiao Shishilang said: "Can you see whose blood it is?" The blind man said, "Whose is it?" He smiled more secretly, and slowly continued, "It's your blood, your hand, your knife." Xiao Shishilang laughed. The blind man said, "Death is not ridiculous." Xiao Shishilang said: "This time I'm laughing at you." The blind man asked, "Why?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Because you got it wrong this time." The deer-cutting knife is still in its sheath. Although the knife was not out of its sheath, its murderous aura was even stronger. The blind man slowly put down the white cloth move with his right hand, suddenly turned around in the air, and stabbed out with the bamboo stick in his right hand. The bamboo stick is straight, straight and hard. But when he stabbed with this move, the straight and hard bamboo stick seemed to be twisting and trembling non-stop. The bamboo pole seemed to have turned into a snake. Viper! Live venomous snake. The first time Xiao Shishilang saw a poisonous snake was when he was six years old. What he saw was a live rattlesnake. That was the first time he was bitten by a snake, and it was also the last time. From now on, he only needs to glance out of the corner of his eye to distinguish more than thirty kinds of poisonous snakes. He had only one way of dealing with them-a club on his seven-inch vitals. He never misses. But he couldn't see where the weak point of this "poisonous snake" was. The poisonous snake in the blind man's hand was far more dangerous than any poisonous snake he had ever seen. Except for "Xiaoyaohou" Tian Gongzi, this blind man was actually the most terrifying opponent he had never met in his life. He knew he had to be calm. The bamboo stick stabbed like a poisonous snake, but he didn't move. Not moving is far more difficult than moving, but also more subtle than moving. —Why is he not moving? ——What do you mean by not moving? If you don't move, you move! ——Isn't this also the most mysterious part of martial arts? The blind man's real move suddenly turned into a false move, and a bamboo stick suddenly changed into seventeen or eight sticks. No one can tell which stick shadow is real and which one is false? To move is to not move. The shadow of the bamboo stick seemed to have condensed into a phantom, a light curtain of nothingness. Xiao Shishilang moved. His body suddenly moved eight feet away. Just at this moment, the sound of "Du" sounded, and the bamboo stick had already been tapped on the wooden board of the cabin. Just listen to "Du, Du, Du", the sound is endless, and there are seventeen or eighteen holes in the wooden board. Those seventeen or eighteen shadows were all deadly killers. Xiao Shishilang couldn't help exhaling, the bamboo stick suddenly volleyed back and swept over. He occupied the safest position, but who knew that the blind man's arm could be twisted at will like a poisonous snake. Xiao Shishilang leaned forward, kicked obliquely with his toes. This move seemed completely ingenious, no one would have thought that the bamboo stick in the blind man's hand would be kicked flying out of the blind man's hand. Blind people can't think of it. He turned around suddenly, sealing all the empty doors in the middle and lower body together, and his left palm was eager for Xiao Shishilang's ankle. However, Xiao Shishilang's feet were also on the ground, and he was standing on an even footing. His right fist had already hit the blind man's bridge of the nose. This one is more plain and ordinary. Everyone thinks that the blind man must be able to dodge easily. The blind man himself thought so. Unexpectedly, just when he thought he had dodged away, there was a sudden sharp pain in his left cheek. Xiao Shishilang's ordinary punch still hit him in the face. The blind man turned over in the air, his clothes fluttered in the air, and his body spun non-stop in the air like a spinning top. Under normal circumstances, only one person can make this kind of movement. Xiao Shishilang knew who this person was. Bingbing also knows. The faces of both of them changed, as if they suddenly saw a ghost flying in the air in front of them. At this moment, the spinning figure has come out through the window and flew out. Only the blind man's sharp and strange laughter came from afar: "Good work, it seems that your martial arts have improved a lot compared to two years ago, it's a pity..." This sentence was not finished, suddenly there was a "plop". The bright moon is in the sky, and the ripples on the lake are reverberating, but blind people can no longer see them. Bingbing's face was pale, as if she was about to faint. Xiao Shishilang held her hand, both of them were equally cold. In and out of the cabin, no one spoke, not even the sound of breathing. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Meng suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "It really is a good skill." No one can deny this statement. Everyone can see that the three moves of the blind man are all strange and unpredictable moves. There are not many people in the world who can resist his move, but Xiao Shishilang defeated him. Although Xiao Shishilang's moves seem ordinary, they are extremely fast, accurate, and effective. Everyone is asking themselves. ——How many tricks can I catch him? The true meaning of martial arts lies not in fantasy and magnificence, but in "effectiveness". How many people understand this truth?How many people can do it?