Chapter 28 Twenty-seventh fight

The sun is still everywhere outside the door, and the eaves are chirping, but what about life? Is life really so good?Why are there always so many pains and contradictions in life that no one can avoid? Xiao Fang walked out slowly, the child was still standing under the eaves, staring at a birdcage, a bird, I don't know if it was a chickadee or a thrush? "It's my friend." The child didn't look back at Xiao Fang, but these words were undoubtedly addressed to Xiao Fang! "I know." Xiao Fang said. "I know they are all your friends." The child sighed suddenly, and his black and white eyes were suddenly filled with the melancholy of an adult.

"But I'm sorry for them." "why!" "Because I know that sooner or later, they will all die under Duguchi's sword." The child said softly, "As long as he can hold a sword in his hand, he will definitely use them to try the sword." "How do you know?" Xiao Fang asked. "My father asked me to keep these birds because he wanted to use them to test the sword." The child said: "Once he killed thirteen birds with a single sword, and that night, he died under Dugu Chi's sword. " Although he is a child, his voice has a kind of helpless sadness.

Is it because he has understood that death is the end of all things. The peak is often the end, and when a swordsman reaches his peak, his life often comes to an end. This is his luck?Or his misfortune? The wind is in the treetops, and the people are under the trees. Xiao Fang was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Although they are your friends, you might use them to test your sword one day." The child was also silent for a long time, and unexpectedly nodded slowly: "Yes, maybe I will use them to test the sword." Xiao Fang said: "You saw him kill your father with your own eyes, you knew he was going to kill your friend, but you still took him in."

The child said: "Because I also want to be a swordsman like them." Xiao Fang said: "One day, you will definitely become a swordsman like them." The child suddenly turned around and stared at Xiao Fang! "And you?" Xiao Fang didn't answer. He has stepped out of the shadow of the old tree and stepped into the sunshine.He went on and on and never looked back because he simply couldn't decide the question. On the Bajiao Street outside the Jokhang Temple, there are all kinds of shops. In the dark shop that has been blackened by oil smoke for a long time, there are all kinds of goods from all over the world: leopard skin, tiger skin, sable skin, mountain mink skin, "Kachi" and silk satin of various colors, hanging high On the shelves, fabrics and rugs from Persian sky blue fill the counters.

Mountains of tea bricks from Dajian furnace, musk from Eastern Tibet, spices, indigo, coral, pearls, and bronzes from Nepal, porcelain, coral, amber, embroidery, rice from Middle Earth, and Mongolia Leather goods and saddle goods have exchanged all kinds of famous products here, in exchange for the wealth of Tibetans. "Eagle" is undoubtedly the largest of all firms. ——Bu Ying is a cat thief, absolutely. ——Bouwa is a witch, and no man can refuse her. ——Since you have promised me, you should kill her for me now! Xiao Fang didn't think about anything. He couldn't ask the divination eagle, and he didn't know how to approach the center of the Potala Palace, the red palace where the Dalai Lama lived away from the cold.

He had to go back to "Eagle Story" first, and he wanted to ask Zhu Yun to borrow three hundred taels of silver. He believed that Zhu Yun would not refuse. But before Zhu Yun could speak, he told him first: "Someone is waiting for you, and has been waiting for a long time." "Who?" Xiao Fang asked, "Where is it?" "right here!" Xiao Fang immediately saw this person. A very young man, although his face looks a bit haggard, but his clothes are gorgeous and noble, and his attitude is solemn and calm.Among other people, his status is undoubtedly much higher than most people.

He is a Tibetan, and he speaks Chinese, which is difficult and blunt.When Xiao Fang said something, he only said one word. "My surname is Fang, and I am Xiao Fang." Xiao Fang asked, "Did you come to see me?" "yes." "But I don't know you." "I don't recognize you either." The man stared at Xiao Fang: "You don't recognize me either." Xiao Fang asked again: "Why did you come to see me?" The man stood up suddenly and walked out of "Eagle Story".Walked out of "Eagle's Story", and turned back after walking out the door.

"If you want to know why I'm looking for you, just follow me!" After he stood up, Xiao Fang realized that he was very tall, much taller than ordinary people. Outside is the busiest street in Lhasa, crowded with all kinds of pedestrians. He walked out into the street like a crane into a flock of chickens.When many people saw him, they immediately had strange expressions on their faces and saluted him respectfully. Some even immediately knelt down and kissed his feet. He didn't respond at all, apparently long accustomed to being admired and respected by others. ——Who is this person?

Xiao Fang followed him out, and just walked outside a food shop selling "ghee" and "scallion puree", when he smelled that peculiar smell that he didn't know if it was fragrant or stinky, but it definitely aroused people's appetite, he immediately There are already twenty or thirty deadly hidden weapons hitting his vitals. There are twenty-seven hidden weapons, but it sounds like there is only one wind, and it looks like there are only three rays of light. Twenty-seven hidden weapons hit Xiaofang's three vital organs - throat, heart, and kidney capsule. The hidden weapon is vicious, and the shot is even more vicious.

The twenty-seven hidden weapons were definitely struck from the same direction, that is, they were struck from the hands of the luxuriously decorated, elegant, and very respectable young man who walked in front of Xiao Fang. Why would such a noble and noble person use such a vicious method to assassinate a stranger who has never met before? Xiao Fang didn't ask, nor was he knocked down. He's been through enough vicious plots, and he's always on the lookout. When the hidden weapon came, he had torn off a piece of Persian blanket hanging outside the door of a shop he had just passed.

Twenty-seven hidden weapons were all hit on this finely handcrafted, tightly woven felt, and none of the hidden weapons passed through the felt. The young man who was walking in front of Xiao Fang neither looked back nor stopped. Xiao Fang also remained calm, turned around and hung the blanket in the original place, and followed the man forward. The two continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened. But Xiao Fang's heart is not as calm as he looks on the outside, because he has already seen that this person is a master, probably the most terrifying opponent he has encountered since entering Tibet, even more terrifying than Wei Tianpeng. Although Wei Tianpeng's saber was terrifying, and although his movements of drawing the saber were quick and correct, it was inevitable that his right shoulder would be raised first before drawing the saber. Although his arrows are terrible, he must bend his bow before firing an arrow. Even the top fighters in the martial arts, before they deliver a fatal blow, it is usually unavoidable that there will be preparatory actions that can be seen by others. This person did not. When he released the twenty-seven deadly hidden weapons, he didn't turn his head back, didn't move his shoulders, and didn't even raise his hands. The joints on his arm and the joints on his wrist seem to be able to bend and twist at will. From a part that is hard for anyone to imagine, he uses a force that is hard for anyone to use to deliver a fatal blow. It is hard to guard against. . The sky is clear blue, and the snow-covered mountain tops in the distance are faintly visible under the blue sky.They have walked through the prosperous streets and walked into the wilderness. Looking over from where Xiaofang was standing now, he couldn't see anyone else, and couldn't hear a sound. The only person Xiao Fang could see was the one who had stopped, turned around, and faced him. The man was staring at him with hateful eyes.A stranger who doesn't know each other should never have such a wink. "My name is Pu Song." The man suddenly said his name, which Xiao Fang had never heard before. The second sentence that Pousson uttered was even more astonishing. "I came to you," he said, "because I want you dead!" The Chinese he spoke was blunt and difficult, but when the word "dead" was pronounced with this accent, it seemed more determined, more powerful, more shocking, and more terrifying. Xiao Fang sighed! "I know you want me to die, I almost died in your hands just now." "You are a swordsman, you should understand." Pu Song said: "A swordsman wants to kill, as long as he can kill that person, it doesn't matter what method he uses." The words and expressions he used were very strange: "You are a swordsman, you can kill at any time, and you can be killed at any time. If you kill someone, you will not blame yourself. If you are killed, you should not blame others." Xiao Fang smiled wryly. "How do you know I'm a swordsman?" "I don't know you, but I've heard of you. You are a famous swordsman in Middle-earth." Pusong's attitude was serious and serious, without the slightest hint of frivolity or sarcasm. He continued slowly: "You are a swordsman, and a swordsman's sword is a human hand. Everyone should have a hand on their hands; every swordsman should have a sword on their body, but you don't have it." A swordsman's sword is like a human hand. Although Pusong's words were difficult to understand, no one could deny that what he said made sense. "You practice the sword, you kill with the sword." Pu Song said, "I don't practice the sword, I don't use the sword to kill, I can kill with my hands." He held out his hand. When he stretched out his hand, it was still a very ordinary hand, but suddenly his palm turned red, red like the setting sun, red like fresh blood, red like flames. Pu Song continued slowly: "I still have hands, but you don't have a sword, so I won't die, I want you to die!" Xiao Fang has never heard anyone say the word "death" so coldly and gloomyly. Was it because he felt the shadow of death in his heart? Why did he kill Xiao Fang?Is it he who wants to kill Xiao Fang?Or was it sent by someone else? With his martial arts and temperament, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the subordinate of Wei Tianpeng and others. He himself has never met Xiao Fang at all, and it is impossible for him to have any grievances and enmities with Xiao Fang that must be resolved by "death". Xiao Fang couldn't figure out these problems, but Xiao Fang only saw one point. This person's palm strength is strong and strange, if not for the legendary "Tantric Mahamudra" kind of kung fu, it must be very close. This kind of palm force is by no means something that Xiao Fang can resist with his fleshy palm. His sword was not with him, because he never imagined that in this strange place, there would be times when it was necessary to use a sword. What can he use against Pu Song's bloody palms? The sun-drenched land suddenly filled with murderous intent, and under the shadow of death, even the sun became gloomy. Pu Song approached Xiao Fang. His steps were slow and steady. Once a person makes up his mind to take action, no one can stop him. Pousson is undoubtedly such a person. He has made up his mind, determined to let Xiao Fang die under his hands, the shadow in his heart can only be dispelled by "death". Xiao Fang stepped back step by step. He couldn't deal with Pusong's bloody palms, so he could only retreat until there was no way out. Now he has no way out. He had retreated under a dead tree, which blocked his way, the tree was dead, and the man was dying. At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his heart - at the moment when life and death are about to be divided, this is the time when human thinking is at its sharpest. Heart Sword! He suddenly remembered Dugu Chi's words. ——Even if you hold a sharp weapon in your hand, if you don't have a sword in your heart, the sharp sword in your hand is just a piece of scrap iron. This is the highest and deepest truth in swordsmanship, and if this truth is explained in another way, it can also exist. ——Although you don’t have a sword in your hand, if you have a sword in your heart, even a piece of scrap iron can become a sharp weapon for killing people. People are approaching. Pu Song suddenly let out a low growl like a lion, and the clothes all over his body suddenly moved without wind, shaking up. He has mustered up all his strength to make a fatal blow. His blood palm has been struck! At this moment, Xiao Fang suddenly broke a dead branch with his backhand, and stabbed it obliquely. In this instant, this dead branch is no longer a dead branch, it has become a sword. An invincible murderous sword. Because he didn't regard this dead branch as a dead branch in his heart, he had already regarded it as a sword, he used it as a sword wholeheartedly, and his whole body's energy had been concentrated on this sword . Although this sword seems ethereal and ethereal, but when he thrust out with the sword, Pu Song's bloody palm was pierced through. Taking advantage of the momentum, he sent his hand forward, and his "sword" pierced Pusong's eye again. Pu Song's bloody palm was actually nailed to his eyes by this dead branch! Blood splattered, people fell down, and once they fell down, they stopped moving. When the wind blows, Xiao Fang realizes that his clothes are soaked. He couldn't think of it himself.His sword has such power, because this sword is not stabbed with his hands, but with his heart. At the moment when the sword was stabbed, his heart, his hands, and his person were completely integrated with his sword. At this moment, his energy penetrated, and man and spirit met. He seized this moment and stabbed out a sword that would kill and win. This is the essence of "Heart Sword". But Pousson is not dead. Xiao Fang suddenly heard him muttering to himself, as if he was calling someone's name. "Bova... Bova..." Xiaofang's heart twitched, and he immediately bent down and grabbed Pusong's skirt! "Did Bowa ask you to kill me?" His voice was hoarse: "Is it?" There was a void in Pusong's eyes, and he murmured: "She wants me to take you to see her, but I can't take you to see her, I would rather die." The words and sentences he used were very difficult to understand: "I can't ask you to die, I die myself, and you can see her only after I die. No one can take her away when I am alive!" Xiao Fang's hands relaxed. He suddenly understood how the shadow in Pusong's heart existed. Only the most painful love could bring such a gloomy shadow. The same pain, the same love, and the same intensity made Xiao Fang suddenly feel an indescribable pity and sorrow for this life. Pusong suddenly exhaled from the deepest part of his heart. "I'm about to die, you can go." Struggling, he pulled back the skirt that Xiao Fang had grasped just now, revealing the yellow cassock inside. Until now, Xiao Fang didn't realize that he was a monk. Judging by his bearing and the respect others have for him, he is undoubtedly a very high-ranking lama. But he, like other mortals, would rather die for a woman. ——She is not a woman, she is a witch, no man can reject her, Xiao Fang's heart hurts. "Where do you want me to go?" Pu Song took out a golden Buddha from the casasa close to him. "Go to the Potala Palace, take my bodyguard Buddha, and ask to see the 'Kalon Lama', just say that I... I have been liberated." These are his last words. The shadow in his heart can only be dispelled by death, and the pain in his heart can only be relieved by death. —Is he really freed?Did he really regain the former peace in his heart when he died? Who can answer this question? He left this question to Xiao Fang. The "Kalon Lama" met Xiao Fang in a dark meditation room in the majestic and magnificent Potala Palace. In this ancient and mysterious religious tradition, the Kalon Lama must not only be an eminent monk who is well versed in Buddhist principles, but also a great official who governs the people, second only to their Living Buddha Dalai Lama. But his person, like this meditation room, looks dark, old and lifeless. Xiao Fang never thought that it would be so easy to meet him, let alone that he was such a person. He sat cross-legged on an old dilapidated Zen bed, took the golden Buddha handed to him by Xiao Fang, and silently listened to Xiao Fang's thoughts, his wrinkled and thin face always had an expression of deep thought, but There seemed to be no expression at all, because his thoughts could no longer move his heart. "I understand what you mean." After Xiaofang finished speaking, the Kalon Lama said, "I also know that Pusong's pain can only be relieved by death."