Chapter 5 Fifth Chilli Alley

There are also many kinds of wine. There is a color as red as blood, which is a tribute wine from Persia. It is even more beautiful in a crystal luminous cup, a mysterious and beautiful beauty. The man in white took a sip, and there seemed to be a mysterious and sad blush on his pale face. He continued slowly: "Although my whereabouts are very secret, they seem to have gradually leaked out in recent years. Some disciples of my old enemy's family have come to Mount Jiuhua to look for my whereabouts." He deliberately didn't look at Feng Niang: "The person who was eliminated by Lei Zai that day is a member of a very powerful enemy of mine."

Feng Niang lowered her head, trying not to think about that strange child and what happened that night. She has already seen the relationship between him and this white-clothed man. The man in white said: "Although I am not afraid of them, but my poison may take hold at any time, and then I will inevitably die in their hands." The blush on his face gradually subsided, and finally he turned his face to stare at Feng Niang again, and said: "Once I die, those who follow me will definitely die, and they may die very badly." Feng Niang didn't speak.She really didn't know what to say, he shouldn't have told her these things.

The man in white said: "I tell you these things only because I...I want you to be here with me." When he suddenly said this sentence, Feng Niang was also taken aback. The man in white said: "I have been very lonely all these years, and I have never found a suitable person who can talk to me." There are indeed not many women like Feng Niang in the world. The man in white said: "But I don't mean anything to you, you should be able to see that I'm already a useless person." Although he was trying his best to control himself, a kind of pain and sadness that no one could control had already been revealed from his cold and heartless eyes.

Feng Niang didn't let him go on, suddenly said: "I promise you." The man in white seemed taken aback, and said, "You...you promise me?" Feng Niang said: "I can stay here with you." Now she can't see Wuji, no matter what the reason is, this is an unchangeable fact. She believed that both Qianqian and Quping would be able to take care of themselves and would never be sad for her. She felt that the only thing she could do now was to let this proud, painful, terrifying, and pitiful person live a happier life for a few days. The blush appeared on the face of the man in white again, and he said, "I'm not forcing you."

Feng Niang said: "This is what I am willing to do. No one can force me to do what I don't want to do." The man in white said: "But you..." Feng Niang said: "I just hope you can promise me one thing." The man in white said, "Say." Feng Niang said: "As soon as there is news of Wuji, you will let me go." The man in white said, "You don't have any other conditions?" Feng Niang said: "If you still agree to other conditions, you...you are insulting me." The man in white looked at her, his pale face suddenly glowed, like a withered tree suddenly regained its vitality.

For some people, "giving" is far happier than "taking". Feng Niang is undoubtedly this kind of person. The blind man stood far away, and in those invisible eyes, he seemed to see some kind of sadness and misfortune. After arriving here, Feng Niang did not stop her habit of writing a diary every day. She calculated the date based on an accurate "hourglass", and the difference between each month would not be more than half an hour. In the calendar at that time, there were only 360 days in a year. The underground life is simple and unremarkable, as long as one selects the records of three days, one can understand what she encountered and experienced during those few months.

These three days, of course, are particularly important three days. There are many things that can change the fate of a person's life, which happen during these three days. Some of these things are lucky, some are unfortunate. The first unfortunate incident happened on September 23rd. On September 23, it was sunny. Although I can't see the weather here, I know it must be sunny today. Because when the blind gentleman went out, he wore very thin clothes, and when he came back, his body and the soles of his feet were dry. He went out to find Xiao Lei. Xiao Lei left. I have never seen him here, and "Ksitigarbha" seems to be deliberately avoiding our meeting.

"Ksitigarbha" is really a strange person, and Xiaolei is really a strange child. In fact, they are very kind-hearted. Especially Xiao Lei, I never hated him, he treated me that way, maybe it was just because he never got a mother's love-maybe I look like his mother. In the eyes of children, mothers are always the most gentle and beautiful women in the world. But why did he leave? I wanted to ask "Ksitigarbha", but his temper suddenly became very irritable, and he was more aggressive towards me than usual. I don't blame him either, I know he is angry and sad for Xiao Lei's departure.

He had high expectations for Xiao Lei. When they were looking for Xiao Lei, I discovered another strange thing. This place is divided into sixteen rooms, and there is a stone door behind it, which is always closed. I guess it must be a secret treasure house of "Ksitigarbha". Today they searched everywhere, but they didn't go there. Did they think that Xiao Lei would never hide there, just because no one could go there? I couldn't help but secretly asked that blind gentleman. After hearing what I said, he seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake suddenly, and left without saying a word.

I have never seen him so scared, what is he afraid of? November fifteenth. Counting today, it should be the time when the moon is full again. I wonder if there is a moon outside today? Is the moon still as round as it used to be? I have spent four full moon nights here. I often think about Wuji, every day, all the time, but I never talk about him. Because I know it's useless to say. Wuji seems to be in a very special situation, I have to wait until a certain time before I can see him. I feel this way, so I must be patient. And I believe in "Ksitigarbha", he is definitely not a person who does not keep his promise, he is also very good to me, and he has never "meaned other things" to me, and he is very trustworthy in this regard.

But since Xiaolei left, his temper has become more and more strange. He often lies alone in the coffin, not talking all day and all night, and I am the only one sitting there in a daze. Naturally, this kind of life is not easy, but I have finally passed it. Some people say I'm weak, others say I'm like porcelain that will shatter when touched. I never refuted it. The softest thing on a human body is the hair, and the hardest thing is the teeth, but it is the teeth that are the easiest to break and fall out of a person. After death, the whole body is rotten, but the hair is still good. The most vulnerable part of the human body is the eyes, but everyone uses their eyes from morning to night every day, constantly using them, but the eyes will not get tired. If you keep talking with your mouth and moving your hands, use If you keep walking, you will be exhausted. So I think, between "fragile" and "hard", it is not absolutely possible to distinguish. I didn't know until today that Xiao Lei left because of me. It turned out that when he left, he left a letter with only a few words: "I like Feng Niang, you took Feng Niang away, I'm leaving, and one day I will snatch her back." Xiao Lei is such a strange child. I never understood why he treated me like this. When the moon is full, "Ksitigarbha" will become particularly irritable and restless. Today he has a worse temper and drank a little wine, that's why he showed me Xiao Lei's letter. Now I understand why the blind gentleman gave that wink. He must think that my coming will bring disaster and misfortune, and Xiaolei's departure is just an example. I'm not worried about Xiaolei. A child like him will never suffer no matter where he goes. I just hope he won't go astray, because he's too smart and his swordsmanship is so good, if he goes astray, the world will be in chaos. I started learning swords on August 15th, and it has been three months since today. I don't even have any foundation in swordsmanship. Except for the method of internal energy breathing and breathing that I learned from my third uncle when I was young, I don't even know a little bit of martial arts. But "Ksitigarbha" just said that I can learn to sword. He said that I am also very weird, maybe I can practice a kind of "Jade Girl Swordsmanship" that has been passed down for a long time in the Jianghu, because my temper and personality are very suitable for practicing this kind of swordsmanship. I never knew that practicing sword depends on one's character and temper. I have practiced for three months, but I don't know how it is. It's just that "Ksitigarbha" is really a great person. He said that he used to be "invincible in the world with a single sword", as if he was not bragging. His sword skills are really amazing. He said once that he could cut a hair off my head, just one, and then this one, as many sections as I wanted him to. He really did. I combed my hair very tightly on purpose, only to see the flash of the sword in his hand, and he chopped off one of my hairs. By the time this hair fell on the ground, it had become thirteen sections. With just a flash of his sword light, he cut off exactly one piece of my hair, and it happened to be broken into thirteen sections. Although I don't know swordsmanship, I can see that his swordsmanship must be comparable to few people. Because he shot so fast that people couldn't believe it. He said that I have already learned all the tricks of the "Jade Girl Sword Art", as long as I can practice often in the future, even if others have practiced swordsmanship for ten years, they may not be able to match me. I believe that he is definitely a famous teacher, but I can't believe that I will be such a good apprentice. Anyway, as soon as he's in the coffin, I'll find a sword to practice with. Of course I dared not touch the sword he kept in the shrine, not even himself. He often said that even he himself is not worthy to use that sword now, because that sword has never been defeated. Now he is no longer the invincible swordsman he used to be. March twenty-eighth. Unknowingly, almost eight months have passed here, and today is the birthday of Wuji's father. Today last year was also the day when I was going to get married to Wuji. Everyone said it was an auspicious day for the zodiac. well!What kind of auspicious day was that?The tragedy that happened that day not only killed the old man, ruined Wuji's family, but also ruined my life. If the old man hadn't died, I would be such a happy person today, maybe I would have a child of Wuji. But today... Under the word "today", there are many traces of moisture, like tears. Could it be that what happened today is more tragic and terrifying than today last year? If you can read these secret records of hers, after seeing this, of course you will definitely read on. Her handwriting below is much more scribbled than usual. This morning, "Ksitigarbha" got up earlier than me. He was already waiting for me when I got up, and his expression seemed different from usual. He said that in his cave, there was only one place I hadn't been to, and he wanted to take me to see it. Of course I was very excited, because I already guessed that the place he was going to take me was the secret treasure house. I guess well. Sure enough, he asked someone to open the stone door at the back. After I followed him in, I realized that my guess was still a bit wrong. Not only was the place not a treasury, but it stinks so badly that as soon as I walked in, I felt a stench coming out of my nostrils, like the stench of a pig's nest. Although I was dizzy from the smell and wanted to vomit, but I was more curious in my heart, so I went in with him bravely. Inside is also a room made of marble. It seemed to be well furnished at first, but now it has completely changed. Those red curtains embroidered with gold flowers have almost turned into black. There are spittoons, toilet buckets, and leftovers. Pots and bowls piled up everywhere. The walls, the ground, and everywhere are covered with sword manuals with human figures drawn on them, and each sword manual is very dilapidated. A man with disheveled hair, dirty and smelly, was sitting inside. When he saw these sword manuals, sometimes he seemed to be fascinated by it, and sometimes he jumped up suddenly and made a few gestures. No one could guess what move he was comparing. His body was emaciated and hadn't bathed in at least a few months.A dirty, thin face was covered with beards, and I couldn't even look at it. He also didn't seem to know that someone came in at all, and without even looking at us, he suddenly grabbed a sword manual and hugged it in his arms, laughing loudly, and suddenly burst into tears. I think this man must be a madman. "Ksitigarbha" said that he was not crazy, but just insane, because he was already fascinated by these sword manuals, so fascinated that he didn't eat, sleep, or take a bath, he was so fascinated that he forgot everything. I can't tell the difference between "crazy" and "crazy". Whether he is crazy or insane, I don't want to stay in this kind of place anymore. "Ksitigarbha" was still staring at him, as if he was very interested in this person. I slipped out quietly, because I couldn't help but want to vomit, but I didn't want to vomit in front of him. After all, he was always a man. I hid in the house and vomited well, drank a cup of hot tea, and "Ksitigarbha" came. He stared at me for a long time before telling me that it was time for him to seek the antidote once a year again. This time the distance was not close, and it would take about a month to come back. He asked me if I would like to go with him?Still willing to stay here? Of course I would like to go with him, I have been here for too long, of course I want to go outside and have a look. Once outside, there might be some news about Wuji, besides, I also want to know about Qianqian and Quping. I always feel that the two of them are a very suitable couple, Qianqian has a bad temper, Qu Ping will definitely let her go, Qianqian makes trouble everywhere, Qu Ping will definitely solve it for her. It's a pity that Qianqian was always cold towards Qu Ping, and never gave him a good look. "Ksitigarbha" was very happy to hear that I was willing to go with him, so he poured me a glass of wine. I drank that half glass of wine and fell asleep. It wasn't until I woke up that I realized that we had left his underground cave. I was sitting in a carriage, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, and several people in black, carrying the bronze coffin of "Ksitigarbha", followed behind the carriage. I knew he must be in that coffin, and my dressing up like this was also a kind of cover. In the evening we found a very remote inn to settle down, and booked a whole courtyard. The clerks at the inn, who thought I was a widow whose husband had just died, took great care of me. I lived in a big room by myself and never slept because I knew that "Ksitigarbha" would definitely come. He really came late at night, I ate some porridge with him, he stared at me again, and suddenly asked me a very strange question: "You really don't recognize him?" I didn't understand at the beginning, but when I saw his strange expression, I suddenly had a crazy and terrifying idea—— That dirty and smelly person, I dare not even look at him, is it Wuji who I don't hesitate to sacrifice, just want to take a look? "Ksitigarbha" saw what I was thinking, so he said to me, "You are right, he is Wuji." I'm just going crazy. I wanted to cry and scream and strangle him, but I couldn't do anything. "Ksitigarbha" did not break his promise, he kept his promise and let me see Wuji. He wasn't wrong, it was me who was wrong, he didn't deserve to die, it was me who deserved to die. I don't recognize Wuji anymore. I wanted to see him day and night, but when I did see him, I didn't recognize him. What more can I say? After I calmed down a little, "Ksitigarbha" told me that Wuji asked him to learn swordsmanship, and he also believed that Wuji was a talent for making. However, there is an agreement between them that they must not meet anyone before they have learned Wuji swordsmanship. Wuji also promised to abide by this agreement, so when I want to see Wuji, he always says it's not time yet. "Ksitigarbha" said again: "We made a one-year agreement. Today I will try his sword. As long as he can defeat me, I will let him go." After he said this, I realized that the agreement between them was not simple. I know Mowgli well. He knew that "Ksitigarbha" would definitely not teach him sword skills, so he must have used a very special method to force "Ksitigarbha" to agree to pass on sword skills to him. So when "Di Zang" asked him to agree to this condition, he had to accept it. But how could he defeat "Ksitigarbha"?He just didn't even have a chance. "Ksitigarbha" obviously saw what I was thinking, and said to me coldly: "It's not that he has no chance, because my swordsmanship is also learned from those sword books, and I have always done things fairly." He added: "But after I saw you, my mind changed. I was afraid that his swordsmanship would really take you away from me. I wanted to kill him so that you would never see him again." he." But he didn't do that, because he was by no means such a mean and shameless villain. That's why his heart is full of contradictions and pains, and that's why his temper becomes so irritable and weird. All because of me. Now I understand why the blind man always thinks I will bring them misfortune. "Ksitigarbha" said again: "However, I didn't expect him to be so 'crazy' when he practiced swords. He seems to have completely changed himself!" Maybe it was because he knew that Wuji had changed, so he asked me to meet Wuji. "Ksitigarbha" stared at me, and said: "I know what you are thinking, but you are wrong. I have already made up my mind to let you go back to Wuji, because I have seen that you are right. His true love, if you find out that I don't let you meet, you will hate me forever, I don't want you to hate me forever!" He also said: "But now that he has become like that, if you go to see him, you will hurt him instead. If he can master swordsmanship, it will not be too late for you to meet again on that day." I didn't open my mouth, because I had already realized that what he said was not entirely true. I don't blame him, everyone has selfishness, after all, he is also a human being. When will Wuji's swordsmanship be practiced?To defeat him? That day may never come. But I can wait until he goes back, then I can see Wuji. No matter whether Wuji is crazy or insane, this time, when I see him again, I will never leave him. Fengniang left Mount Jiuhua on March 28th. On the night of the first day of April, after the evening class of the monks of Meitan Monastery, they suddenly found a strange, dirty, smelly, and thin person lying on the stone steps in front of the main hall. It's as if I've seen starlight before, and I seem to be crazy about it. On the second day of April, the weather was fine. On days when the weather is particularly good, Liao Ba always feels particularly good. Especially today. Today he woke up early, had a rich breakfast, and then went for a walk. He usually drank a lot in the evening, sometimes even at lunch, so he always paid attention to this early meal. This morning he ate a whole chicken, chicken cooked in wine, a live carp, braised live carp, and a large plate of cabbage fried with dried shrimp. In addition to a lot of money to spend, beautiful women, and good wine, chicken, carp, and cabbage are probably the three favorite things of this Liao Baye. This morning, within half an hour, he ran back and forth around the city. This is his fastest record. Of course he didn't run on his own two legs, he ran on a horse. Of course he was riding a fast horse, if not the fastest horse in the world, at least it was the fastest horse in the eighteen nearby cities. The horse was not his at all. Upstairs in "Shouerkang" that day, after he watched Wuji kill the three brothers of the Tang family, he couldn't sleep peacefully for a day. He is also from the rivers and lakes. Among the rivers and lakes, this kind of hatred must be avenged. If Wuji came for revenge, he would have no power to resist. So on the one hand, he asked people to go to various places to find experts to protect him, and on the other hand, he also secretly inquired about Wuji's whereabouts. When he heard that Wuji's last appearance was "Taibaiju" at the foot of Mount Jiuhua, he immediately took his people there, but the shopkeeper and his wife of Taibaiju died suddenly overnight. He only saw a guy named Xiao Ding and this horse, Zhao Wuji's horse. Since the relationship between him and Zhao Wuji has already been settled, why not add another one? So the horse became his. In the past year, his life has been very peaceful, Zhao Wuji's shadow in his heart has already faded. His only worry now is the three masters he hired with a lot of money and has been supporting here. He really wanted to send them back, but he was afraid of offending them, especially the cripple, who he couldn't afford to offend. He was determined to solve this matter within a few days, even if it cost him an extra sum, he would admit it. The cost of supporting these three people is almost more expensive than raising three concubines, and he already feels that it is a bit too much. Only now did he know that the most expensive thing in the world is not "happiness" but "hate".For this matter, he has already spent more than three hundred thousand taels, and Wuji won the vote. Now, although he seems to be living a happy life on the surface, he is actually only an empty shell. Fortunately, his "place" is still there, and the peak season is around Chinese New Year, so he can still hold on. After a cold shower, even this problem seems to be less of a problem. He changed into a clean set of clothes, and was going to sleep in the cage again with his newly married aunt in his arms. At this moment, old man Fei suddenly came. Old man Fei is the manager of his casino, an out-and-out old fox. He has been in the gambling industry for decades, he knows all kinds of tricks, and he has seen all kinds of scenes. But today he seemed a little panicked, ran over out of breath, almost tripped over the threshold and fell. Liao Ba smiled and scolded: "Look at you being so anxious, maybe your wife is stealing again!" Old man Fei sighed, and said with a bitter face: "It's not unusual for my wife to steal, but today's incident is unusual." Liao Ba frowned and said, "Did something happen in the venue today?" Old Man Fei said: "What happened is not small." One of the most frightening things about running a game is that suddenly a big winner with particularly good luck comes out of nowhere, just like the "lucky leopard" who came last year. But it is rare to meet a person like "Lucky Leopard" in a lifetime. Liao Badao: "Take a breath first, sit down and talk slowly, even if the sky falls, we can hold on, don't worry." However, old man Fei seemed unable to sit still, and said, "Another expert came to the venue today, and he ruthlessly ticked off our votes." "Tick" means to win. Liao Ba didn't ask anything, but first asked: "Has this person left now?" Old Man Fei said, "Not yet." Liao Ba sneered and said, "As long as he hasn't left, we have ways to deal with him." Gambling is not a loss, and a big expert like Old Man Fei should understand this truth. But today he doesn't think so: "It's just because he hasn't left yet, so it's troublesome." Liao Badao: "Why?" Old Man Fei said: "Because he still wants to gamble, and it looks like he wants to win again." Liao Badao: "Can you see that?" Old man Fei said: "He only brought ten taels of silver as the principal, and now he has won fourteen." Liao Badao: "How much is fourteen?" Old man Fei said, "One hundred and sixty-three thousand eight hundred and forty taels." Liao Ba's expression changed, he slapped the table hard, and said loudly: "What are you doing, why did you let him win fourteen games in a row!" Old man Fei said, "I can't do anything about it, because he always throws three sixes." Liao Ba jumped up all of a sudden, and changed his color: "Is that the lucky leopard is here again?" Old Man Fei said: "I also suspected it was him, but they don't look alike at all." He thought for a while, and then said: "That lucky leopard is a good-looking young man, but this man looks like a consumptive man." Liao Ba roared, "Which method did he use?" Old Man Fei said, "I can't see it." Liao Ba roared again: "He threw fourteen leopards in a row, you can't even tell what kind of technique he used!" Old Man Fei said, "He doesn't seem to be using tricks?" In fact, he also knew in his heart that there was no one in the world who was so lucky to be able to toss fourteen and three sixes in a row. Old man Fei said: "Even if he used tricks, no one in the venue would be able to see it, so I didn't dare to move him, I just had to keep him there first." He continued to say with a sad face: "Now there is no money to pay him in the field. Not only is he waiting to get the money, but he also wants to gamble. What do you think, Ba Ye?" Liao Ba sneered and said, "Don't you know what to do?" Old Man Fei said: "But since he dares to eat us, he must have some background." Liao Ba said angrily: "No matter what background he has, you go and make him for me first." Old Man Fei said: "Even if you want to be him, you have to pay him the bet first!" This is the rule of the game, if the rules are broken, who will dare to gamble next time? It's not that Liao Ba doesn't understand this point, but it's a pity that he has no money to pay. "Go and stabilize that kid again, and I'll think of a way." The only way he could think of was to find his brother Jia Liu, but he also knew that this road might not work. They have long been estranged, since he counted the two hundred thousand taels of silver that Jia Liu invested in his business as a loss to Xingyun Leopard, they have been estranged. Jia Liu's reply was indeed: "I'm also very nervous recently, and I'm looking for you to transfer." So he had to go to Hu Liezi. You never have to lose your bet to a dead man. Although this is not the rule of the game, it is definitely a fact that no one can dispute. When a person has no money, he will regard reality as more important than rules. Many things are much more important than rules. Not only did Hu Liezi have a bad limp on one leg, but the rest of his body was not very healthy either. He was thin, bald, with a crooked nose and a corner of his ear missing. Not only was he ugly, but he was also filthy. He didn't look like a respectable person. The only good thing about this man is that he doesn't like to talk much. When he came, not only did Liao Ba look down on him, but the other two masters hired by Liao Ba's heavy money didn't take him seriously, and they didn't even want to eat at the same table with him. These two people used to be said to be green forest heroes in the northern Liaoning tunnels. "Ding Gang" and "Tu Qiang" are obviously not their real names. Ding Gang wields the Yanling Saber, while Tu Qiang uses the Sangmen Sword. Both of them are very skilled. Of course they disdain to be with this ugly cripple, and they are determined to give him a good lesson so that he will retreat in spite of difficulties. One night, after they had a few drinks, they went to the back alley with Limp Hu to "talk". The next morning, Liao Ba found that their attitude towards Cripple Hu had completely changed. Not only had they become extremely respectful and polite, but they also seemed to be terribly afraid. Liao Ba is not stupid, of course he can guess why their attitude changed. So his attitude towards Hu Liezi changed immediately. Lame Hu hasn't changed at all, he doesn't seem to care how others treat him. Even if you slap him twice, he doesn't seem to care. After he came here for a month, a bodyguard who lost money and drank really slapped him twice. The bodyguard "disappeared" that night. Liao Ba originally thought that Hu Liezi might not be willing to take care of this matter, and it was enough for Tu Qiang and Ding Gang to solve this kind of matter. Unexpectedly, Hu Liezi took the initiative to take a look, because he wanted to see the hands that could throw fourteen sixes and three sixes in a row. Wuji looked at his hands. Although the hands hadn't changed, he knew that his appearance must have changed a lot. No one in this place recognized him.In just over ten months, how could one person become so much? He'd looked in the mirror and barely recognized himself. His face has become pale and transparent from long exposure to sunlight, his eyes have become deeply sunken from overuse and lack of sleep, and even his hair is much thinner than before. Strangely, his beard grows so fast that it sometimes even covers the scars on his face. After soaking in hot water for an entire hour, he finally washed off the stench on his body. But he knew he would never be the same again. Whoever lives like that for three hundred days will become another person. He was able to support it only because he still had confidence in himself, and he believed that he would be able to get out of that place alive. Because he knew that the zombie had to leave there to find the antidote before April every year. As long as the zombie can be convinced that he is "crazy", he will have a chance to escape. He undoubtedly succeeded in this. So he won. He knew that even if he practiced for another ten years, he would never have a chance of defeating that zombie, so he bet his entire life's freedom on this one! He must win. Now he has won fourteen more hands in a row, winning with ease. All the gaming tables in the venue have stopped, but no one is willing to leave. Everyone is waiting to see this good show. Wuji is also waiting. He was not in a hurry at all, he was calmer than anyone else, as soon as Tu Qiang and Ding walked in, he knew it was the opera singers. When Ding just walked in, he felt as if there was a flame burning under his lower abdomen. He felt this way every time before he was about to kill someone. He saw Wuji at a glance. Liao Ba has already described this person in great detail. "You are going to kill him just because he has enmity with you, not I told you to kill him, you must remember this." Of course Ding Gang understood what Liao Ba meant. Since they killed people for revenge, it has nothing to do with this situation, so no one can say that Liao Ba broke the rules of the scene. This guy doesn't look like a tough guy. He just hopes that this matter can be resolved quickly so that he can find a woman quickly and solve his own problems. Tu Qiang was more thoughtful. Does this person have other helpers?Will someone in the venue reach out to meddle in their business? There are only two people who are more eye-catching in the field. A man tall and tall, with a dignified appearance, and extremely gorgeous clothes. Although he is only about thirty at most, he is very imposing. It seems that he must not only be rich, but also very powerful. Fortunately, if a person has a lot of money, he is usually reluctant to meddle in other people's business. And he doesn't look like Wuji's friend at all, so Tu Qiang no longer cares about him. The other person is more beautiful. Even when he is not smiling, he can still see two deep dimples. His big eyes are bright and flexible. No matter what he is looking at, he will always look very curious. If he is a man, he is obviously a rare handsome man, but he is too effeminate. Fortunately she is not. An old Jianghu like Tu Qiang can tell at a glance that she is a woman disguised as a man. Tu Qiang has the same views on women as Ding Gang. ——The horror of women is on the pillow, not on the fist. So when Ding Gang rushed to Wuji with a stride, he immediately followed and said with a sneer, "So it was you." Wuji laughed. These two people really are singing operas, he has already figured out what kind of opera they are going to sing. Ding Gang said with a sullen face: "We have been looking for you for five years, and today we finally found you. What else do you have to say?" Wuji smiled and said, "Is it because you have enmity with me that you are looking for me?" The sentence he asked happened to be exactly what they were about to say. Ding Gang immediately continued: "Of course there is hatred, and hatred is as deep as the sea." Wuji said: "So you must kill me today?" Ding Gang said: "It must be killed." Wuji said, "Can I fight back?" Ding Gang sneered and said: "As long as you have the ability, you can kill us." Wuji said: "Really?" Ding Gang was too lazy to chatter with him anymore, the fine steel goose feather knife by his waist was out of its sheath. Tu Qiang also pulled out his Sangmen Sword. He doesn't like killing people as much as Ding Gang, but the sooner this matter is resolved, the better. Wuji said: "You have knives and swords, so you must never let me go empty-handed." He looks around. "Did any of you bring your sword? Can you lend it to me?" Of course someone brought a sword, but no one wanted to cause such trouble. Tu Qiang said: "You can also use a sword?" Wuji said: "A little bit." Tu Qiang sneered: "I have a sword in my hand, as long as you have the ability, you can take it." Wuji said: "Okay." After saying this word, Tu Qiang's sword was already in his hand, and when he turned his hand, the sword flew out like a flash of light. Ding Gang and Tu Qiang fell down. Ding Gang and Tu Qiang are not easy to fall down. In Northern Liaobei, they are all famous "tough hands", because they do have real kung fu under their hands. But now, not only did they have no chance to parry and dodge at all, they even fell down like two pieces of wood that were split by someone before they even saw the opponent's attack clearly. At this moment, each of them had been stabbed twice, exactly where they had to fall. After they fell, they couldn't believe it was true. Mowgli could hardly believe it. He didn't want to use a sword at first, but he couldn't help but want to try. Try his sword. He paid the price, and he has a right to know what he's getting. Now he knows. 廖八的心已经开始在往下沉，却还没有完全沉下去，因为他还有希望。 他惟一的希望就是胡跛子。 胡跛子忽然道：“我好像是去年七月二十三到这里来的？” 廖八道：“好像不错。” 胡跛子缓缓道：“今天是不是四月初二？” 廖八道：“是的。” 胡跛子道：“那么我已经在这里呆了两百五十天。” 廖八道：“差不多。” 胡跛子道：“我每天吃两顿，连饭带酒，至少也要三两银子。” 廖八道：“我没有算过。” 胡跛子道：“我算过，你前后一共给了我八万七千两银子，再加上七百五十两饭钱，一共是八万七千七百五十两。” 他忽然从身上掏出叠银票，往廖八面前一摆：“这里是整整十万两，就算我还给你的，连本带利都够了。” 善财难舍，十万并不是小数目。 廖八当然觉得很惊奇：“你为什么要还给我？” 胡跛子的回答很干脆：“因为我怕死。” 看了无忌一眼，他又解释：“我不还给你，就要替你去杀人，那么我就是去送死。” 廖八道：“你去是送死？” 胡跛子道：“不管谁去都是送死。” 廖八的脸色变了。 胡跛子道：“今年我已经五十岁了，我本来是准备用这十万两银子去买块地，娶个老婆，生几个孩子，好好的过下半辈子。”他叹了口气：“可是现在我情愿还给你，因为我实在怕得要命。” 廖八看得出他说的不是假话，幸好他拿出来的银票也不假。 对一个已经快要垮了的人来说，十万两银子当然很有用。 廖八一把抓住了这十万两银票，就好像一个快淹死的人抓住了一根木头。 场子里的本钱应该还有七八万两。 他挺起胸，大步走到无忌面前大声道：“这一注我赔给你，我们再赌一把。” 下一把他又输了。 他抢着先掷，很想掷出个“豹子”来，只可惜骰子不能用假的，他又太紧张。 他掷出的是两个六，一个五。 五点也不小。 无忌却又随随便便的就掷出了三个六——骰子不假，他的手法没有假。 他押的赔注更不假：“这一次你要赔我三十二万七千六百八十两。” 廖八的人已经完全沉了下去，冷汗却冒了出来。 无忌道：“你要再赌，就得先把这一注赔给我。” 他淡淡的笑了笑：“你不赌，好歹也得把这一注赔给我。” 廖八在擦汗。越没有钱的人，汗反而越多，钱既然赔不出，汗也擦不干。 廖八终于咬了咬牙，说道：“我赔不出。” 无忌好像觉得很意外，道：“连三十多万两你都赔不出？” 廖八道：“连三万我都赔不出。” 无忌道：“明知道赔不出，为什么还要赌？” 廖八道：“因为我想翻本。” 这是句老实话。 输了钱的人，谁不想翻本？想翻本的人，有谁能不输？ 无忌道：“现在你想怎么办？” 廖八道：“我想不出。” 无忌道：“你为什么不去借？” 廖八道：“找谁去借？” 无忌道：“找你的兄弟，或找你的朋友。” 廖八忽然笑了，笑得却像是在哭：“一个人已经垮了，哪里还有兄弟？哪里还有朋友？” 这是他亲身体验到的惨痛教训，他本来并不想说出来的。 现在他说出来，只因为他实在已心灰意冷。 别的人也都认为他实在已到了山穷水尽的时候，只有一个人是例外。 这个人忽然道：“你错了。” “你错了！”说话的这个人口音很特别，口气也很特别。 他的口音低沉而生涩，就算是浪迹四海的老江湖，也听不出他是哪一省来的。 他的口气中好像总带着要强迫别人接受他的意思的力量。 如果他说你错了，你就是错了，连你自己都会觉得自己一定是错了。 这一点正和他那种高贵的气派，华丽的服饰完全配合。 他以前绝对没有到这地方来过，以前绝对没有人见过他。 廖八也不认得他：“你说我错了？” 这个异乡来的陌生人道：“你并不是没有朋友，你至少还有一个朋友。” 廖八道：“谁是我的朋友？” 这陌生人道：“我。” 他慢慢的走过来，两边的人立刻自动分开，让出一条路。 他走到无忌面前，只说了一句话：“我替他还你三十二万七千六百八十两。” 说完了这句话，银票就已摆在桌上。 他做事也像他说话一样，简单、干脆，绝不拖泥带水。 廖八怔住。 一个他从未见过的陌生人，居然在他穷途末路的时候，来交他这个朋友，而且随随便便就拿出这么大一笔钱来帮助他。 廖八并不是容易被感动的人，现在却忽然觉得眼睛有点发湿，喉头有点堵塞，忍不住道：“我们真的是朋友？” 这陌生人看着他，缓缓道：“一年前，我有个朋友在这里输得精光，还欠了你的债，可是你并没有逼他，还给了他盘缠上路。” 他伸出手，按住廖八的肩：“从那天起，你就是我的朋友。” 廖八道：“那……那只不过是一件小事。” 这陌生人道：“那不是小事，因为那个人是我的朋友。” 只要一说到朋友这两个字，他的口气就会变得充满尊敬。 他不但尊敬这两个字中包含的意义，而且把这两个字看得比什么都重。 他拉起廖八道：“我们走。” 廖八道：“走？为什么要走？” 陌生人道：“这地方已然垮了，你就应抬起头走出去，再重新奋斗。” 廖八抬起头道：“是，我们走。” 无忌忽然道：“等一等。” 陌生人的目光立刻如刀锋般扫了过来，冷冷道：“你还要赌？” 无忌笑了笑，道：“我本来的确还要赌的，因为只有赌，才能让人家破人亡，一辈子抬不起头。” 他一笑起来，脸上的疤痕仿佛就变成了一个阴沉奇特的笑靥，显得说不出的冷酷。 他慢慢的接着道：“我本来已决心要他赌得家破人亡为止。” 陌生人并没有问：“为什么？” 他知道无忌自己一定会解释：“因为一年前，有个人几乎死在他手里，那个人恰巧也是我的朋友。” 无忌淡淡的接着道：“他帮助过你的朋友，所以你帮助他，他想要我朋友的命，我当然也想要他的命。” A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. 这种报复虽然野蛮而残酷，但是江湖人之间的仇恨，却只有用这种方法解决。 陌生人沉默着，过了很久，才问道：“现在你想怎么样？” 无忌盯着他看了很久，才缓缓道：“你是个好朋友，能够交到你这种朋友的人，多少总有点可爱的地方，所以……” 他慢慢的伸出手，把面前所有的银票都推出去。“所以现在我只要你们把这些东西也带走。” 说完了这句话，他就走了，头也不回的大步走了出去。 天气晴朗，风和日丽。 无忌深深吸了口气，心情忽然觉得很愉快，很久以来都没有这么愉快过。 He has always been a man of principle. 他从不愿勉强别人，也不愿别人勉强他，他从不喜欢欠别人的，也不喜欢别人欠他的。 这就是他的原则。 就像是大多数有原则的人一样，了清一件债务后，他总是会觉得特别轻松。 何况他已试过了他的剑法，连他自己都觉得很满意。 这是条偏僻无人的长巷，快走到巷口时，就听到旁边屋脊上有衣袂带风的声音，很轻很快，显见是个轻功很不错的人。 等他走出巷口时，这个人已站在巷子外面一棵白杨树下等着他，居然就是那个不笑时也有两个酒窝的姑娘。 现在她在笑。 用一只手叉着腰，一只手拎着根乌梢马鞭，看着无忌直笑。 无忌没有笑，也没有望着她。就好像根本没有看见前面有这么样一个人一样，就往她面前走了过去。 他的麻烦已经够多了，实在不想再惹麻烦。 麻烦通常是跟着女人一起来的，尤其是很漂亮的女人。 尤其是女扮男装的漂亮女人。 尤其是这种别人明明全都看得出她是女扮男装，她自己却偏偏以为别人都看不出的女人。 如果这种女人手里拎着鞭子，那么你只要一看见她，最好的法子就是赶快溜之大吉。 无忌选择了最好的一种法子，只可惜再好的法子有时也不灵的。 他才走出几步，忽然间人影一闪，一个人右手拎着根马鞭，站在他面前，他只要再向前走一两步，就可能碰到这个人的鼻子。 不管这个人是男也好，是女也好，他都不想碰到她的鼻子。 他只有站住。 这位女扮男装的大姑娘，用一双灵活明亮的眼睛瞪着他，忽然道：“我是不是个看不见的隐形人？” 她当然不是。 Wuji shook his head. 她又问：“你是不是个瞎子？” 无忌当然不是瞎子。 大姑娘的大眼睛还在盯着他，道：“那你为什么不望我？” 无忌终于开口：“因我不认得你。” 这理由实在再好也没有了，无论谁碰了这么样一个大钉子后都应该掉头就走。 这位大姑娘却是很例外。 她反而笑了：“不认得有什么关系？谁也不是一生下来就认得的，你用不着不好意思，我绝不会怪你。” 无忌只有闭上嘴。 他忽然发现，就算你有天大的道理，在这位大姑娘面前也是说不清的。 大姑娘用马鞭指了指自己的鼻子，道：“我姓连，叫连一莲，就是一朵莲花的意思。” 她又笑道：“你若以为这是女人的名字，你就错了，从前江湖中有位有名的好汉，就叫做'一朵莲花'刘德泰。” 无忌闭着嘴。 这位连一莲大姑娘等了半天，忍不住道：“我已说完了，你为什么还不说？” 无忌道：“我只想说两个字。” 连一莲道：“哪两个字？” 无忌道：“再见。” “再见”的意思，通常就是说不再见了。 他说了再见，就真的要“再见”，谁知他居然真的又再见了。 这位大姑娘虽然好像不太明白道理，但轻功绝对是一等的。 无忌刚转身，她已经在前面等着他，板着脸道：“你这是什么意思？” 她的脸虽然板起来，两个酒窝还是很深。 无忌绝不去看她的酒窝，也板起脸道：“我什么意思都没有，只想赶快再见。” 连一莲道：“我们现在岂非不是又再见了么？” 说着说着，她居然又笑：“你想赶快再见，我就跟你赶快再见，这还不好？” 无忌傻了。 他实在想不到天下居然真有这种人。 连一莲道：“现在我们既然又再见了，就算已经认得了，你就应该告诉我，你姓什么？剑法是从哪里学来的？” 原来她并不是真的不讲理，也不是真的脸皮厚，她只不过想问出无忌的剑法和来历。 无忌当然也不是真的傻了。 他好像在考虑，考虑了很久，才说：“我也很想告诉你，可惜我又怕。” 连一莲道：“怕什么？” 无忌道：“怕老婆，怕我的老婆。” 连一莲道：“怕老婆的人不止你一个，你只管说，我不笑你。” 无忌道：“你不笑我，我更不能说。” 连一莲道：“为什么？” 无忌道：“因为我一向听我老婆的话，她叫我干什么，我就干什么！她不准我干什么，我就绝不去干那个什么。” 他不但忽然变得话多了，而且简直说得有点语无伦次，夹缠不清。 连一莲道：“难道她不准你说话？” 无忌道：“她准我说话，可是她不准我在路上跟一些不男不女，女扮男装的人打交道。” 连一莲不笑了，脸已气得发红，忽然跳起来，冷笑道：“你不说，难道我就看不出？” 她一跳就有七八尺高，话没有说完，忽然凌空一鞭子抽下。 她笑得虽然甜，出手却很凶。如果在一年前，无忌就算能躲过这一鞭，也未必能躲过第二鞭。 她一鞭接着一鞭抽过来，出手又快又凶，如果是在一年前，无忌很可能已挨了七八十鞭了。 幸好现在已不是一年前。 她的鞭子快，无忌躲得更快，这根毒蛇般的鞭子，连他的衣角都碰不到。 他只躲，不还手。 她想看出他的剑法来历，他也一样想看看她的武功来历。 可惜他也看不出，这位大姑娘的武功居然很杂。 也许就因为她学得太杂，所以功力难免不纯，无忌已听出她的喘息渐渐急促，脸色也渐渐发白，忽然站住不动了。 无忌当然也没有乘胜追击的意思。 他只想快走。 他还没有走，只因为这位大姑娘忽然抛下手里的鞭子，用两只手捧住心窝，喘息越来越急，脸色也越来越可怕，就好像受了重伤。 可是无忌自己知道，连一根小指头都没有碰到她。 连一莲盯着他，好像想说什么，可是连一个字都还没有说出来，就忽然倒下去，躺在地上不动了。 无忌怔住。 他并不是个疑心病很重的人，可是他不得不特别小心一点。 ——这位大姑娘是不是在做戏？ 他不想上她的当，又觉得如果就这么一走了之，未免也有点不像话。 ——如果她不是做戏？又怎么会忽然变成这样子？ 他连碰都没有碰到她，就算她有旧伤复发，也不至于这么严重。 何况她刚才看起来健康得就像是个刚摘下来的草莓一样，又鲜，又红，而且长满了刺。 无忌准备走了。 他不想在他低下头去看她时，反而被她掴个大耳光。 他走出去很远，她还是躺在那里没有动。 能小心谨慎些虽然总是好的，见死不救的事他却做不出。 ——就算上当，好歹也得上这么一次。 他立刻走回来，远比他走出去时快得多。 他先弯下腰，听了听她的呼吸。 呼吸很弱。 他再伸出手，摸了摸她的额角。 额角冰冷。 他立刻拉起她的手。 手冰冷，连指尖都是冰冷的，脉搏已弱得几乎没有了。 无忌也着急了。 ——不知道她的心还跳不跳？ 想到这一点，他立刻就要查清楚，他没有那么多顾忌，因为他心里没有那么多鬼蜮。 就在他手摆到她胸口上的那一瞬间，他已经证明了两件事。 ——她的心还在跳。 ——她是个女人，活女人。 可是这个刚才还新鲜得像草莓一样的活女人，现在却已变得像是风干了的硬壳果了。 他应该怎么办？ 他当然应该送她回去，可惜他根本不知道她住在哪里？ 他也不能把她带回自己住的地方。 这两天他住在客栈里，抱着一个半死不活的大姑娘回客栈，好像也不像样子。 如果把她抛在这里不管，那就更不像话了。 无忌叹了口气，把她从地上抱了起来，准备先找个大夫看看她的病。 这时候居然有辆空马车出现了。 看到这辆马车，无忌简直就好像一个快淹死的人忽然看到一条船那么高兴。 他赶过去拦住马车：“你知不知道这附近哪里有会治病的大夫？” 赶车的老头子笑了：“你找到我，可真找对人了！” 赶车的老头子看来虽然老弱无力，却将一辆乌篷马车赶得飞快。 草莓般的大姑娘，还是像硬壳果一样，又干又冷，全没有半点生气。 无忌忽然想到，他本来应该带她去找乔稳的。 大风堂在这里也有分舵，乔稳就是这分舵的舵主，他的人如其名，是个四平八稳的人，处理这种事正是最恰当的人选。 可是他后来又想，万一乔稳也误会了他跟这大姑娘的关系，岂非更麻烦？ 一个人遇见这种事，看来也只有自认倒霉了。 他才刚在心里叹了口气，马车已停下，停在一个荒凉的河弯旁，非但看不见会治病的大夫，连一个人影子都看不见。 赶车的那老头子，难道还是位“上线开扒”的绿林好汉？ 只见他把手里的马鞭“劈啪”一抖，大喝道：“带来肥羊两口，一公一母，一死一活。” 河弯里立刻有人回应。 “收到——” 芦花还没有白，光秃秃的芦苇中，忽然荡出了一叶轻舟。 一个蓑衣笠帽的渔翁，手里长篙一点，轻舟就笔直荡了过来。 他的笠帽戴得很低，无忌看不到他的脸。 无忌也不认得渔翁。 他居然没有问那赶车的老头子，他要找的明明是大夫，为什么把他带到渔翁这里来。 他也没有问这渔翁是什么人。 渔翁只说了一句话：“上船来。” 无忌就真的抱起那大姑娘，跳上了渔舟。 一个刚才还事事谨慎的人，现在怎么会忽然粗心大意起来？ 渔翁手里的长篙又一点，轻舟就荡开了。 赶车的老头子也打马而去，嘴里还在大声吆喝！ “肥羊带到，老酒几时拿来？” 渔翁也大声回答：“老酒四坛，明日送上，一坛不少。” 车马急行，转眼间就已经绝尘而去，轻舟也已荡入了河心。 无忌刚把连大姑娘放在船舱里，那渔翁居然就放下长篙走过来！ 轻舟在河上打转。 渔翁看着无忌，微微冷笑，忽然问道：“你会不会游水？” 无忌道：“会一点。” 渔翁道：“会一点是什么意思？” 无忌道：“会一点的意思，就是说我到了水里虽然沉不下去，可是如果有人拉我的腿，我想不沉不去都不行了。” 渔翁道：“想不到