Chapter 22 Twenty-first sad story

The blade is cold, and the handle is equally cold. Hands are colder. Wei Tianpeng took the cold knife with his cold hand and stared at the flickering edge of the knife. This is his knife. He used this knife to cut off other people's heads, cut off other people's throats, and he also used this knife to cut off other people's hands. Suddenly, his expression regained his composure, and he was ready to accept this matter, because he could no longer escape. Facts are inherently cruel and cannot be escaped. Wei Tianpeng suddenly asked: "Which hand do you want from me?"

He also knew that Bu Ying would definitely refuse to answer this question, so he held the knife with his left hand and stretched out his right hand. "This is my hand holding a knife to kill people. I give you this hand. I will never use a knife again in this life." It means not using the knife anymore, not killing people anymore.Wei Tianpeng continued word by word: "But as long as I don't die, I will definitely kill you. No matter what method I use, I will kill you. Even if you cut off my two hands, as long as I still have breath, I will kill you." I will also bite your throat with my mouth and taste what your blood tastes like!"

His voice was extremely calm, but every word, every word, carried a bone-chilling chill, like a poisonous curse from a hellish ghost. Bu Ying's face was still expressionless. "Very good." He said lightly, "I will give you the best medicine for your wounds, so that you can live well." The veins in Wei Tianpeng's hand holding the knife popped up, and he was ready to chop it off with the knife. Bu Ying stopped drinking suddenly. "Wait a minute." "What are you waiting for?" "I want you to see one more thing." Bu Ying said: "After you read it, you will know how stupid you are this time!"

Bu Ying waved an order, and all the goods were immediately piled up in front of the tent, and every package was untied. There is no gold. "The gold isn't here at all." Bu Ying said, "You shouldn't have come here at all. What you did was not only stupid, but also ignorant. You will regret it for the rest of your life!" Wei Tianpeng listened quietly, without any reaction. After he finished speaking, he asked coldly, "What else do you want to say?" "there is none left." "Very good." Wei Tianpeng sneered suddenly: "Actually, you don't even need to say these words."

He swings the knife. When the blade fell, the seventy soldiers on horseback outside suddenly cried out in unison. Seventy people, seventy arms, have all been broken by the people behind them. Twist it off with the most effective method, and it will break as soon as you twist it. They were indeed well-trained and immortal athletes, but this time they didn't even have a chance to fight back. The war horse neighed in alarm and ran out of the camp, the sedan chairs had already been carried away, all three sedan chairs had been carried away. The sound of hoofbeats gradually faded away and disappeared, and there was no more singing and drinking. Even the burning campfire was about to be extinguished.

It was almost dawn. There is always a darkest time before dawn, and the shofar lamps in the tent are still brightly lit. Mr. Song is "drunk", Mr. Yan is "tired", and everyone who should go has already left. Xiao Fang hasn't left yet. But he didn't sit down either, he just stood there quietly, as if he didn't notice the comings and goings of others, nor the existence of Buying and Panchabana. His people are clearly here, but they seem to be far away, to a peaceful, quiet place in the distance, where there is no grace, no resentment, no love, no love. Bu Ying stared at him, and suddenly asked: "Do you think I shouldn't do such a terrible thing?"

no answer. "I don't care what you think, as long as you understand a little bit." Bu Ying said: "The enemy and ourselves are like the edge of a knife. There is no mercy and no room. If I lose, my end will definitely be even worse." He continued slowly: "Besides, they were the ones who came to find me this time. Since we have to fight, if we want to fight, we must win; if we want to win, we must never show mercy to the enemy." This is an immutable truth that no one can refute. Bu Ying said: "You must understand this truth." Xiao Fang suddenly said loudly: "I don't understand."

He seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare: "I don't understand what you are doing." Ban Chapa's pale and handsome face hadn't seen a smile for a long time. "You don't understand why we must ask them to carry the third sedan chair?" "Why are you?" Xiao Fang had long wanted to ask this question. Panchabana did not answer this question directly. "You don't understand, just because there are many things you can't hear, and there are many things you can't see." He didn't let Xiao Fang speak because he had to say what he should say first.

"You don't understand, it's just because you are still young and haven't gone through so many painful experiences from us." Panchabana's attitude is serious and sincere: "If you are like us, you have lived on this land for two years. Ten years, nearly twenty deaths, then you will hear things that others don't, and see things that others don't." His attitude forced Xiao Fang to calm down. "What can't I hear?" Xiao Fang asked, "What did you hear? What did you see?" "That sedan chair is a bit heavier than the other two." Panchapa said, "And there are two people breathing in the sedan chair."

Bu Ying continued for him, "It's the breathing of two women, and one of them is breathing very weakly." Xiao Fang has discovered that there are still many things he should learn, much more than he originally imagined. But he still wanted to ask: "How do you know there are two women in the sedan chair? Is the breathing of women different from that of men?" "no difference." "We know that there are two women in the sedan chair. It's only because that sedan chair is only slightly heavier than the one that Soul Searcher sat on." Bu Ying said again: "We can see it from the dust brought up by the feet of the people carrying the sedan chair."

This time it was Panchapa who went on for him: "The material and weight of the sedan chair are the same." Panchapa said: "Soul searchers practice external skills. Although people are thin, their bones are heavy, and It's very tall, about one hundred and twenty catties." "Those two people add up to only twenty or thirty catties heavier than him alone." Panchabana came to a very strange conclusion: "This weight is exactly the combined weight of the two of them." Of course, Xiao Fang immediately asked, "The two of them? Which two? Do you know which two?" "I know." Banchabana said, "One of them must be Jiaoya." "Jiaoya?" Xiao Fang had never heard of this name before: "Who is Jiaoya?" Panchabana's expression suddenly became very sad! "If you want to understand Jiaoya, you must first listen to a story." He told a sad story! Jiaoya is a woman, a great and holy woman among the ancient Gurkhas who grew up at the northern foot of the Notre Dame's Water Peak thousands of years ago, and sacrificed herself for her people. When the vicious, vicious, powerful and shameless Nick tribe besieged the Gurkha tribe, her tribe was defeated. The symbol of the Nick family is "red", with a bloody "red", they like blood and blood. Their chief captured Jiaoya alive and defiled her. She endures because she wants revenge. With an eye for an eye, blood for blood, she finally waited for the opportunity to save the captured chief of her clan and her clansmen. She herself had to sacrifice. By the time her national vengeance army broke into the tent of the Nick chieftain, she had turned into a soul. It is a fragrant soul and a loyal soul. She still clutches in her hand a love song she wrote to her lover "Gordon" before she died. It's a love song, and it's also an epic. Please whoever picked up this song. Give it to me, Gorton who lives under the Dry Creek. My dear Gordon, you must live. If you want to survive, you should be vigilant. Always be vigilant, always remember, remember those who like dirty blood red. They are easy to kill. You don't have to show mercy when you meet them. You have to drive them into the poor sea, into the wasteland, and rebuild your beautiful homeland. Although the motherland has sunk. Although the countryside is deserted. But as long as you work hard, our motherland will be revived and the countryside will be rebuilt. Her lover did not fail her, and neither did her people. Her homeland has been revived, and her homeland has been rebuilt. Her bones and her poems have been buried under the white pagoda of Jiaoya Temple built for her.Always respected and adored. This is a tragic story, not a heroic one, and it will always be worthy of memory and vigilance for future generations. People after tens of thousands of years should be vigilant against this. Because although the truth is always there, and justice is eternal, there are still some bloody people in the world. Everyone should be like Jiaoya, and sacrifice themselves to eliminate them. Now Panchabana has finished the story. Xiao Fang did not shed tears. How can a person shed tears when his blood is already boiling? Still, he couldn't stop asking. "Since her bones have been buried under the White Pagoda, who is this Jiaoya you are talking about?" Panchabana's answer surprised him again. "The Jiaoya we're talking about is the woman you always thought was Mercury." Xiao Fang was stunned. Panchabana looked even sadder! "She is our clansman, she knows that Lu San has been oppressing us, just like those bloody villains have been oppressing the delicate clansman, so she did not hesitate to sacrifice herself." Bu Ying suddenly interjected: "Because she is not only his clansman, but also his lover, she sacrificed herself to go undercover to her enemies and spy on them." Banchabana held Xiaofang's hand: "I also know what she did to you, but I guarantee that she must have been forced to do it. For me and for our people, she has to do this. Do." Xiao Fang understands.