Chapter 17 The Sixteenth Blood-stained White Clothes

Bova left silently. She didn't say anything more, Xiao Fang watched her go out, looking at her weak and delicate back. He hoped that she would look back at him again, but was afraid that she would look back.If she turns around again— He might be desperate to follow her out. She didn't look back. Ban Chabana also left, and before leaving, he suddenly said something very meaningful to Xiao Fang. "If I were you, I would do the same as you." There was absolutely no irony in his voice: "There are not many women like her." When he was about to walk outside the tent, he turned his head again: "But if I were you, I will never see her again in the future."

Xiao Fang clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them, and then slowly turned around to face Bu Ying. He wanted to ask Bu Ying: "Since you are willing to let her go, why do you want me to stay?" He didn't ask. As soon as Bowa and Banchaba walked out, Buying's appearance changed. When Xiaofang faced him, he had already fallen down on the cushion made of animal skins. Xiaofang had never seen him like this before. Weary and weak. There was no color on his pale face.But blood was already seeping from his snow-white clothes. The blood was on his chest, very close to his heart.

"Are you injured?" Xiao Fang asked involuntarily, "How could you be injured!" Bu Ying smiled wryly. "As long as you are a human being, you will be injured. When a sword is pierced into your chest, no matter who you are, you will be injured." Xiao Fang was even more surprised! "People in the Jianghu say that you are never defeated, and I also know that you have experienced hundreds of battles and have never been defeated once." "There's a first time for everything." "Who stabbed you!" Before Bu Ying could answer, Xiao Fang had already thought of someone, if anyone could stab Bu Ying, it must be that person.

——The nameless swordsman, the ruthless sword. Xiao Fang immediately asked: "Have you fought him before?" Bu Ying was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I have seen all the seven contemporary swordsmen. Although I have not fought against them, I have seen their swordsmanship." He sighed: "Among them, some are old, some live too luxuriously, and some have too rigid swordsmanship. The seven contemporary swordsmen who were recognized by the rivers and lakes in the past are all gone now, so I didn't follow them. They fight because I know I can beat them."

This is not an answer, so Xiao Fang asked again: "What about him?" Of course Bu Ying also knew who Xiao Fang was referring to as "he". "I have already fought against him." Bu Ying finally replied: "I can assure you that among the seven great swordsmen, none of them can catch his sword..." "This sword" is undoubtedly the sword that stabbed Bu Ying... "I've never seen such a sword technique, and I haven't even thought about it." Bu Ying continued slowly: "I can only use six words to describe this sword." "Which six words?"

"Must kill! Must win! Must die!" "But you are not dead yet." Xiao Fang seemed to be comforting him, and at the same time comforting himself: "I can see that you will never die." Bu Ying suddenly smiled! "How do you know I'm not going to die?" There was sarcasm in his smile: "I keep you, maybe it's because I want you to wait here for me to die, because I also stayed by your side, waiting for you to die." Ridicule is also sometimes a kind of sadness, a kind of helpless sadness, which is often expressed in a mocking way. Xiao Fang also understands.

He usually understood everything except his own feelings. He sat down slowly, beside Bu Ying. "I'm waiting for you." He said, "I'm not waiting for you to die, but for you to stand up." The scorching sun rose again, but the tent looked extremely dark and cold. Bu Ying had been lying with her eyes closed for a long time, she didn't know if she had fallen asleep, but suddenly she opened her eyes again and looked at Xiao Fang! "There are two things I must tell you." "you say." "That nameless swordsman doesn't really have no name. His surname is Dugu, and his name is Dugu Chi. He is not obsessed with love, but obsessed with swords."

Bu Ying sighed: "That's why you must not fight him. A person who is obsessed with love will definitely die under the sword of a person who is obsessed with swords. You must believe this." Xiao Fang only asked, "What about the second thing?" Bu Ying was silent for a long time before speaking. "You are a prodigal son." He said: "Some prodigal sons are rich, some prodigal sons are passionate, some prodigal sons love to laugh, some prodigal sons love to cry, but all prodigal sons have one thing in common." "Which point?" "Empty." Bu Ying emphasized: "Lonely, lonely, empty."

He slowly continued: "So if the prodigal sons find someone who can make them feel no longer alone, they will be like a drowning man who grabs a log and refuses to let it go. He doesn't care to drive him to shore, because he already feels safe in his heart, and that's enough for prodigal sons." Of course Xiao Fang understood what he meant. What he was talking about was the pain that Xiao Fang had been hiding in his heart all along, and he didn't even dare to touch it. A person, with a sword, crosses the rivers and lakes, loves and hates happily, and has the pride of a prodigal son. I don't know how many people envy him.

Because others will never know the emptiness and pain in their hearts. Bu Ying said: "But sometimes the log you caught, instead of carrying you to the shore, will make you sink faster, so when you should let go, you must let go." Xiao Fang clenched his fists, then slowly released them: "Why did you say these things to me?" Bu Ying said: "Because you are my friend." friend. Hearing these two words from Bu Ying's mouth, Xiao Fang was really surprised, even more surprised than when he saw the blood on his white clothes. He felt a sudden rush of blood in his heart, blocking his throat.

Bu Ying sat up and picked up a sheepskin bag from his side. The bag was not the kind of light and slightly sour highland barley wine. "This is Gucheng Shaoxing from Tianshan North Road." He said, "This wine is much stronger than Daqu." He took a sip himself first, and handed the sheepskin bag to Xiao Fang. Spicy spirits, drink like hot blood. "Are you afraid of getting drunk?" "I'm not even afraid of death, why should I be afraid of getting drunk?" There was a smile in Bu Yingrui's eyes again, and he suddenly sang. "—a son shall be famous, You must be drunk. drunk talking, It's from the heart. " This is a famous line from the Tibetan poet Milalespa. It is simple and common in fourteen characters, but it carries an indescribable taste, like the blood of men. Bu Ying wasn't dead yet, and Xiao Fang didn't leave either. The team started to move forward again, and finally arrived at the "sacred land" Lhasa, 250 miles away from Darjeeling. The sky is clear, the clouds are light and the sky is blue, and the snow peaks are in sight in the distance, Xiao Fang seems to be in a much happier mood. But he didn't forget Beauvoir. Bu Ying can see this. "There is one more thing I must tell you." One day he said to Xiao Fang: "Whether you believe it or not, I will tell you." "What's up?" "Bowa means snow, and snow is made of water, and the color of snow is as white as silver." Bu Ying said: "Bo Wa is the real mercury." Xiao Fang didn't respond. He was looking at the snow on the peak in the distance, as if he didn't hear what Bu Ying was saying. Bu Ying said again: "The lost gold has not been found yet, Wei Tianpeng will not let me go, the dead son will never come back to life, and Lu San will definitely not let you go." He continued slowly: "Now most of the people in our 'Arrow Group' have been killed or injured. They will never let us go back to Lhasa safely." In the past two nights, when the team rested, Xiao Fang seemed to hear the faint sound of galloping horseshoes in the distance. Has Wei Tianpeng mobilized his manpower, ready to fight them for the final battle? There is a pass in front, which Tibetans call "death neck".Bu Ying said: "If my calculations are correct, they must already be waiting for me there!" Dead neck. Just listening to these two words, Xiao Fang can already imagine the precipitous terrain of the pass, surrounded by four mountains, with thousands of walls standing on top of it, if someone ambushes there to attack, there will never be many people in the team who can survive, let alone ambushes. Those who were there must be the elite of Wei Tianpeng's organization. Xiao Fang couldn't help worrying: "Are you going to break through?" Bu Ying sneered: "They just want me to break through, why should I let them get what they want?" Xiao Fang asked again: "Apart from that pass, is there any other way to go?" "No." Bu Ying said, "But we don't have to go there." "But so what?" "Wait." Bu Ying said: "We can also wait, wait for them to come." "Are they coming?" "It will come, and it will come soon, because we can wait and they can't." "Why?" Xiao Fang asked. "Their manpower has been concentrated. It is the time when the soldiers are full and their fighting spirit is at its peak. They are sure that this battle will be won. After a successful blow, they can have a feast to celebrate their victory. Therefore, they will never carry Too much food and water, because after this war, all our food and water will be theirs." Bu Ying continued coldly: "So they can't wait, if we don't go, they will definitely come." "and then?" "I have already ordered to set up camp thirty miles away from the pass." Bu Ying said, "They can't wait for us, their fighting spirit has weakened, and they will run another thirty miles to find us, and their strength is already weak, so we will stay there Waiting for work with leisure, waiting for them to die..." Not only can he see accurately, but he can also be considered exhaustive. Not only can he draw a sword to hurt people within five steps, but he can also strategize and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away. Xiao Fang had to admit that he was indeed a rare genius in the world, but Xiao Fang was still worried. "Even if they come, they may not come to die." "Oh?" "Since Wei Tianpeng is determined to win this battle, he will definitely show his best this time. In addition to Dugu Chi and Soul Searcher, how many people on our side can fight against them?" There was blood oozing from Bu Ying's white clothes again. After this battle, his white clothes would surely be stained red with blood. But his expression was still extremely calm, and he suddenly said: "I know that no matter how great our chances are in this battle, you will never leave, otherwise you don't have to worry about me." Xiao Fang's chest was hot again. A friend's understanding always moves him more than anything else. Bu Ying looked at him, and his cold and sharp eyes suddenly became soft: "I was injured. Our manpower is indeed insufficient, but we are not completely without opportunities. Because we have one thing that Wei Tianpeng and the others absolutely do not have. " He slowly continued: "We have friends who share life and death, and who will not run away when they die." Xiao Fang suddenly said loudly: "No matter what, you must leave Dugu Chi to me this time." Bu Ying looked at him quietly again for a long time, and there was a smile in his eyes again. "I'm afraid Duguchi won't come this time." "why!" Bu Ying said: "You must have heard one of Ban Chabana's favorite words." Xiao Fang knew which sentence it was. —To let others bleed, one must bleed himself. Bu Ying said: "I admit that Dugu Chi is an unparalleled swordsman in the world, but if he wants to make me bleed, he himself has to pay the price." Xiao Fang immediately asked, "Is he also injured?" Bu Ying didn't answer this question, but said flatly: "No matter what, if he comes, I will definitely leave him to you." Even before dusk, the team stopped. According to Jiada's report, the correct distance between here and "Death Neck" is twenty-nine miles. The camels formed a circle, tents were erected, and everyone was still doing what they were supposed to do. It was completely the same as usual, as if they didn't know that a big enemy was coming. Xiao Fang hadn't seen Ban Chabana for a whole day, and he hadn't been sent out on duty for the past two days, and he stayed with Bu Ying in the tent with the black eagle feathers hanging from the top. Yan Zhenggang, who was in charge of controlling the drinking water, and Old Master Song, who was taking care of the patients, also came. It was Bu Ying who invited them to drink. Bu Ying's interest is actually very good today. What they drink is not Gucheng Shao, but "choke" - wine made from highland barley, which is called "choke". Although this kind of wine is not easy to get drunk, it is not easy to wake up when drunk. After dusk, singing sounds outside. For Tibetans, singing and wine are inseparable. Everywhere around the campfire, everyone was singing and drinking, as if on purpose to make it look like they were totally off guard. So what if they were on guard?There are less than ten men left in the arrow group. According to the sound of horseshoes that Xiao Fang heard, Wei Tianpeng mobilized at least ten times as many people as them. Panchabana is back. He confirmed Xiao Fang's idea, he had been to "Death Neck": "There are about seventy horses that have arrived there now." Seventy horses, that is, seventy men, that is, seventy weapons, each of which must be a sharp weapon for killing. Banchabana said: "Those people are all strong men with excellent skills, some of them use long spears and halberds, some of them are equipped with bows and crossbows, and seven or eight of them use foreign weapons. .” Those who can use weapons from the outer sect will definitely not be too bad at martial arts. Panchabana said, "But they are definitely not the ones who are really terrible." "Who is really scary?" Xiao Fang asked. "In addition to the seventy horses, three sedan chairs also arrived there." In the desert, there are people who sit in a sedan chair, and when they are preparing to raid a powerful enemy, someone actually wants to take a sedan chair. Xiao Fang was even more surprised: "Is there someone in the sedan chair?" "Yes." Panchapa said, "One sedan chair for one person." "What kind of people are they?" "Wei Tianpeng can send sedan chairs to pick them up, of course they are all great people." Ban Chabana hesitated for a moment before continuing: "I can only recognize one of them." "Who do you recognize?" "The woman you thought would never kill someone." Xiao Fang closed his mouth. ——Is Bova really a hidden master?Can you really kill in the blink of an eye? He couldn't see it, really couldn't see it. He doesn't believe it either, maybe it's not that he can't believe it, but he doesn't want to believe it. Ban Chapa said: "Besides her, the other one is a cripple with one arm and one leg, with a wooden foot on his left leg and a yellow cloth bundle on his right hand, which seems to be very heavy." Xiao Fang immediately asked, "How old is he?" "I can't see his age." Panchapa said, "His hair is white, as bright as silver threads, but his face is still rosy, and he looks like a little girl. " "Little girl?" Xiao Fang asked again, "Is this person you're talking about a woman?" "Yes, it's a woman." Xiao Fang's expression seemed to have changed. "Is there another one?" "That man seemed to be blind, but he needed someone to help him get off the sedan chair, but he was the only one who found me hiding nearby." Ban Chapana smiled wryly, "I almost couldn't come back." Xiao Fang's heart sank. He has already guessed who these two people are. Among the top experts in the world, these two people can definitely be ranked in the top ten. Bu Ying should also know about them, but Bu Ying didn't even respond at all, and just said lightly: "You're tired, come have a glass of wine." The wine that is not easy to get drunk is not easy to wake up when drunk. The cutest person is often the scariest person. There are many things in the world like this.