Chapter 6 The fourth scimitar

The flower basket full of flowers rolled down from the rocks, and the flowers were scattered like rain. It is flower rain, not spring rain. There is no spring rain here, only the moon, the full moon. Under the full moon, why did they have such a strange reaction when they heard such a beautiful line of poetry? Qingqing's hand tightly held the curved handle of Qingqing's scimitar. The old man was staring at her hands. He no longer needed to ask.If there were no these seven characters on the knife, she would never have such a reaction. The expression in the old man's eyes was extremely strange, and he didn't know whether it was surprise, joy, or fear.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "It really is this knife, God has eyes, finally told me to find this knife!" Amid wild laughter, his sword was out of its sheath. A man three feet tall has a sword four feet long, but holding this sword in this man's hand is not ridiculous. Once the sword was drawn, no one would notice that he was a dwarf. Because as soon as the sword was out of its sheath, there was a forceful sword aura that was imminent. Even Ding Peng under the rock could already feel this sword energy, Senhan's chilling sword energy, which made him unable to open his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw sword lights flying all over the sky, and Qingqing was already shrouded in the sword lights. The sword energy pierced through the air, and the sword was whistling. The old man's voice could still be heard clearly amidst the howling wind of swords, and he said word by word: "You still haven't drawn your sword yet?" Qingqing hasn't drawn her sword yet. Qingqing's scimitar was still in the curved scabbard. The old man suddenly shouted: "Kill!" The sound of drinking was like a thunderbolt, and the light of the sword was like lightning, even the lightning was not so bright, so fast!

With a flash of sword light, the green man fell down from the rock, like a petal of a flower that suddenly withered and dropped its stalk. A ten-foot-high rock, if she falls on the ground, the person will fall. The old man did not let her go. The old man also flew down from the ten-foot-high rock, flying down gently and slowly like a leaf. The old man had a sword in his hand, and the sword was out of its sheath. The sword in the old man's hand was facing Qingqing's heart.This sword is definitely a deadly sword, accurate, vicious, fast, and ruthless. Ding Peng never thought that this kind of swordsmanship would exist in the world. This old man is definitely not a human being, but a god.

Kill God! Qingqing fell beside him, Qingqing absolutely has no ability to parry and dodge. Seeing the sword flying down, Ding Peng suddenly rushed over and landed on Qingqing's body. "Anyway, I'm going to die, anyway, I have to die." He suddenly felt an irresistible urge, no matter what, he always came with Qingqing. Regardless of whether Qingqing is a human or a fox, she is finally treating him well. How could he watch Qingqing die under someone else's sword? But he might as well die under someone else's sword, since he has to die, it doesn't matter how he dies.

He threw himself on Qingqing. He is willing to take this sword for Qingqing. The sword light flashed and pierced his back. He didn't feel pain. Real pain, on the contrary, does not make people feel painful. He only felt very cold, an irresistible chill that suddenly penetrated into his back and penetrated into his bone marrow. At this moment, he saw Qingqing pull out her knife. Qingqing's scimitar is Qingqing's. When Qingqing's saber light flew up, Ding Peng's eyes were already closed. He didn't see Qingqing's scimitar, he only heard the old man suddenly let out a miserable cry.

And then he fell into darkness again, endless darkness, bottomless, endless. Suddenly there is light in the darkness, moonlight.full moon. When Ding Peng opened his eyes, he saw a full moon like an ice plate.I also saw Qingqing's eyes that were more beautiful than moonlight. Whether in the sky or underground, there will never be a second pair of such beautiful eyes. He is still beside Qingqing. Whether he is dead or alive, whether he is in the sky or on the ground, Qingqing is still by his side. There were still tears in Qingqing's eyes. She was crying for him. Ding Peng suddenly smiled and said: "It seems that I don't need Wangyoucao now, but I think it's better to die like this."

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face: "I never thought that when I died, there would be people crying for me." Qingqing's complexion changed, even her body began to tremble, and she suddenly said, "Am I really crying?" Ding Peng said: "Really, you are really crying, and you are crying for me." Qingqing's complexion became even more strange, as if she had become indescribably frightened. To her, shedding tears seemed to be an extremely terrible thing. But in her fear, she seemed to have an indescribable joy. This is a very strange reaction, and Ding Peng really can't figure out why she has such a reaction.

He couldn't help but said: "No matter what, I will always die for you, you shed tears for me..." Qingqing suddenly interrupted him, saying: "You are not dead, and you will not die." Ding Peng said: "Why?" Qingqing said: "Because you have already died once, now that you are here, you will not die again." Ding Peng finally discovered that this place is no longer the beautiful valley of sorrow.This is a more beautiful place. The full moon is outside the window, and the window is full of flowers. He is lying on a bed that is softer than snow, and there is a pearl hanging in front of the bed. The pearl light is brighter and brighter than the moonlight.

It seemed to him that he had been here before. But he also knew that if he had really been here, it must have been in a dream. Because there is absolutely no such a gorgeous palace in the world, let alone such a bright pearl. "where is this place?" Qingqing lowered her head and said softly: "This is my home." Ding Peng finally remembered why he felt familiar with this place just now. He had indeed seen the place, seen it in drawings. ——The four walls of the cave are full of pictures, and the pictures are not of the world, but of the sky. He couldn't help but ask again: "Are you alone here?"

Qingqing didn't answer, but someone outside the small door with the bead curtain said: "There's not even a single person here." An old woman with white hair like silver walked in slowly, using a dragon-headed cane to lift the bead curtain. She was tall in stature, dignified and dignified in her manner. Although her hair was completely white, her back was still straight, and her eyes were still shining brightly. Qingqing stood up with her head down, and called softly: "Grandma!" This old lady is actually Qingqing's grandmother. A beautiful and young fox girl brought a down-and-out young man back to her fox lair to meet her stern and eccentric grandmother... This kind of thing would have happened only in the mysterious legend, but Ding Peng actually met it. What will happen next?What would they do to him? Ding Peng is completely unpredictable. A mortal like him, in this kind of place, is completely out of control. The old woman looked at him coldly, and said again: "You should know that there is not even a single person here, because we are not humans, but foxes." Ding Peng could only admit: "I know." The old woman said: "Do you know that this place is not for ordinary people?" Ding Peng said: "I know." The old woman said: "Now that you have come, don't you regret it?" Ding Peng said: "I don't regret it." He is telling the truth. A person who is already dying, what regrets? When he stays in this world, he will only be bullied and wronged by others. Why can't he come to another world? Although they were foxes, they treated him far better than those who pretended to be gentlemen. The old woman said: "If we want you to stay, are you willing to stay?" Ding Peng said: "I am willing." The old woman said: "Are you really tired of the world?" Ding Peng said: "Really." The old woman said, "Why?" Ding Peng said: "I... I am outside, and I have neither relatives nor friends. Even if I die in the gutter, no one will collect my body, and no one will shed a single tear for me." The more he spoke, the more uncomfortable he felt, and even his voice was choked up. The old lady's eyes gradually softened, and said: "You took that sword for Qingqing, and you were willing?" Ding Peng said: "Of course I am willing. Even if she wants me to die for her now, I will still die." The old woman said, "Why?" Ding Peng said: "I don't know why, I just know that after I die, she will at least shed tears for me." There was a strange expression in the old woman's eyes, and she suddenly asked Qingqing: "Have you shed tears for him?" Qingqing nodded silently, a faint blush appeared on her pale face. The old woman looked at her for a long time, then turned her head and looked at Ding Peng for a long time. Her serious eyes gradually softened again, and suddenly she let out a long sigh, and murmured: "Is this fate? Or is it evil?...Is this fate? Or is it evil?..." She said these two sentences over and over again, and she didn't know how many times she said it, obviously she didn't know the answer to this question herself. She sighed again, and said: "Now you have died for her once, and she has shed tears for you." Ding Peng said: "But I..." The old woman didn't let him speak, and suddenly said loudly: "Come with me!" Ding Peng stood up, only to find that the wound had been bandaged, and there was a clear medicinal fragrance in the white cotton cloth. That sword was absolutely fatal, but now not only can he stand up, but he doesn't feel any pain. He followed the old woman out of the small door with bead curtains hanging down, and couldn't help turning his head again. Qingqing was also looking at him secretly, the expression in her eyes was even more strange, she didn't know if it was shyness or joy. Outside is a garden, a very big garden. The full moon hangs high, and all kinds of flowers are in full bloom. The flowers that should bloom in July are all here, and they are all blooming in full bloom. The flowers that should not be blooming in July are also here, and they are also blooming in full bloom. The path among the flowers is paved with crystal clear and jade-like boulders, and at the end of the path, there is a small building. The old woman took Ding Peng up to the small building. The small building is quiet and gorgeous, a man in Tsing Yi is holding his hands behind his back, looking at a banner hanging on the wall in a daze. There are only seven words on the banner, and the words are written in a lonely and beautiful way: "The small building listens to the spring rain all night!" Seeing the back of the man in Tsing Yi, the old woman's eyes became more gentle. But when the man in Tsing Yi turned around, Ding Peng was surprised when he saw it. If he wasn't a man, if he wasn't older, Ding Peng would have thought he was Qingqing. His eyebrows, eyes, mouth, nose, and expression are exactly the same as Qingqing. Ding Peng was thinking: "If this person is not Qingqing's father, he must be Qingqing's elder brother." He seems to be older as Qingqing's elder brother, and younger as Qingqing's father. In fact, Ding Peng couldn't tell how old he was. This person's complexion also looked the same as Qingqing's, so pale that it was almost transparent. When he saw the old woman, he didn't respect Qingqing as much, so he just smiled lightly and said, "How is it?" The old woman sighed and said, "I don't know what to do, you should decide!" The man in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "I knew you would push this kind of thing on me!" The old lady also laughed: "I won't push it on you, who should I push it on?" Although their smiles were all faint, they seemed to carry a kind of affection that was too strong to be melted away. Their attitude looked neither like mother and son, nor like grandparents. This already surprised Ding Peng. Then the old lady said something that surprised him even more. She said: "You are Qingqing's grandfather and the head of the family. You should be the one to decide this kind of thing." This man in Tsing Yi is actually Qing Qing's grandfather. He seems to be no more than middle-aged at most, and Ding Peng never dreamed that he and this old woman were actually a couple. The man in Tsing Yi was looking at him, as if he could see clearly what was going on in his heart, and said with a smile: "Now you should already know that we are foxes, so no matter what you see here, don't be too surprised." He smiled gently and happily: "Because we do have some supernatural powers that ordinary people can't dream of!" Ding Peng is also smiling. He seemed to have gradually gotten used to getting along with them, and he found that these foxes were not as scary as in the legend. Although they are foxes, they also have humanity, even gentler and kinder than most people. The man in Tsing Yi was obviously satisfied with his attitude, and said: "I never thought that I would marry Qing Qing to a mortal, but since you have died for her once, she has also shed tears for you." His smile is more gentle: "You have to know that a fox never sheds tears. A fox's tears are more precious than blood. If she sheds tears for you, it means that she has moved her true feelings for you. When you meet her, it also means There is always a connection between you." No matter in the human world or in the world of foxes, "true love" and "fate" can be met but not sought. Tsing Yi said humanely: "That's why I don't want to break up your relationship." The old woman suddenly interjected beside her: "You have already agreed to let Qingqing marry him?" The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "I agree." Ding Peng kept silent, because he was completely confused. He never thought that he would come to a world of foxes, let alone marry a fox girl. ——What kind of result will a mortal marry a fox girl as his wife? ——Can a mortal survive in the world of foxes? ——Would the supernatural power of the fox help this mortal? He had never thought about these problems, and he couldn't even imagine them now. He only knew that his fate would undoubtedly change from then on. No matter what his future fate will become, he has nothing to complain about. Because he was already a person who had nowhere to go and had to die. And the most important point is that he also believes that Qingqing does have true feelings for him. In the confusion, he seemed to hear the man in Tsing Yi saying: "After you become our son-in-law, although you can enjoy many things that ordinary people can't dream of, although we have always been free here, we also have a prohibition!" "If you become our son-in-law, you will never return to the world of mortals." "We took you in because we knew you were tired of the world." "As long as you promise never to violate our prohibition, you are now our son-in-law." In the world, he has no relatives or friends; in the world, he can only be insulted and bullied. But this fox girl has real feelings for him. "I promise!" Ding Peng heard his own voice saying, "I promise." The old woman also laughed, and came to hug him: "We don't have anything for you, this is our betrothal gift for you." What she gave him was a machete. Qingqing's scimitar. The green scimitar, the blade is also green, as green as a distant mountain, as green as a spring tree, as green as a lake in the eyes of lovers. Sure enough, seven characters were engraved on Qingqing's scimitar: "The small building listens to the spring rain all night!" This is a valley, a deep valley, surrounded by unattainable cliffs on all sides.There seemed to be no way out at all. Even if there is a road, it is definitely not accessible to ordinary people. This valley is not big, although there are gardens, palaces, pavilions and pavilions, although the scene is the same as the murals in the cave, it is only a corner of the picture. Qingqing's parents are both dead. ——The fox will die too? Qingqing has a very well-behaved girl named Xi'er. Xi'er likes to laugh, and she has two deep dimples when she smiles. ——Xi'er is also a fox? They had eight faithful servants, all with white hair, but still very light and strong. ——Are they all foxes? They are the only people in the valley, and no outsiders have ever been here. The life in the valley is comfortable and peaceful, far more peaceful than the world... Now Ding Peng is used to life in the valley, and he is also used to sticking the scimitar in his belt. Except when he was sleeping, he always carried the machete in his belt. A belt made of gold and white jade. But he knew that this machete was far more precious than this belt. On the second day of their wedding, Qingqing said to him: "Grandma must like you very much, that's why I gave you this knife. You must cherish it very much!" He also didn't forget what Qingqing said to the mysterious old dwarf in the Valley of Sorrows that day: "This knife is absolutely unbearable. Anyone who has seen this knife has died under this knife." The old dwarf was of course dead by the knife now. ——Is he a human, a ghost, or a fox? ——How did he know that the seven words "The small building listened to the spring rain overnight" were engraved on the knife? ——What is the mysterious origin and mysterious power of this knife? It's not that Ding Peng hasn't asked these questions before, but Qingqing always said to him very cautiously: "There are some things you'd better not know, because if you know, there will be disasters." Now he has not only seen this knife, but also has this knife. He should already be satisfied. But one day he wants to return the knife to Qingqing. Qingqing was very surprised: "Why don't you want this knife?" "Because it's useless if I ask for it!" Ding Peng said, "This knife is like scrap iron in my hand." "why?" "Because I don't know how to use your sword skills at all!" Qingqing finally understood what he meant. "If you want to learn, I will teach you the sword technique!" In fact, she didn't want to teach him this kind of sword technique, because she knew that it would be of no benefit for mortals to learn this kind of sword technique. Although this kind of sword technique can bring people infinite power, it can also bring people ominousness and disaster. But she still taught him the sword technique, because she was never willing to reject him, never let him down. Although she is a fox, she is far more virtuous and gentle than most men's wives in the world. Whoever has such a wife should already feel very satisfied. This kind of saber technique is definitely not in the world, and the change and power of this kind of saber technique is definitely not something that any mortal can dream of. Ding Peng never thought that he could practice such a miraculous and exquisite sword technique. But now he has practiced it. In terms of martial arts, even Qingqing admits that he is a genius. Because she has practiced this kind of saber technique for seven years, but Ding Peng has achieved it in three years. Life in the valley is not only comfortable and peaceful, but also there are fragrant flowers that never fade, and fresh fruits that can be picked at will. It is difficult to even see treasures in the world, but they seem to be worthless here. There is a cellar under the small building, which is full of silk from Tianzhu, gems from Persia, and all kinds of rare treasures that ordinary people can't dream of, such as pearls and ancient jade. Qingqing is not only gentle and beautiful, virtuous and considerate, but also obedient to her husband. Ding Peng should be very satisfied. But he lost weight. Not only has he lost weight, but his face is also very haggard. He is often taciturn and unhappy. And he often has nightmares. Every time he woke up from a dream, he would suddenly jump up from the bed, jumping up in a cold sweat. Qingqing asked him many times before he said: "I dreamed about my father, and he wanted to strangle me to death with his own hands." "Why did he strangle you to death?" "He said I was not filial, that I was worthless!" Ding Peng's expression was sad and painful: "Because I have completely forgotten the last words of his old man." "Actually, you haven't forgotten!" "I didn't!" Ding Peng said, "Actually, I keep it in my heart all the time." "What did the old man want you to do when he was dying?" Ding Peng clenched his fists and said word by word: "I want to stand out and win for him!" Of course Qingqing understood what he meant. But Qingqing didn't know that this kind of nightmare was not the only one he had, and the other kind of nightmare was even more terrifying. But he couldn't say it, and he didn't dare to say it. He dreamed that he suddenly fell into a fox den, and his wife, his father-in-law, and his mother-in-law all turned into a group of foxes, tearing him apart piece by piece and devouring him piece by piece. He really wanted to forget that they were foxes, but he just couldn't. The soft pearl light shone on Qingqing's pale and beautiful face, and there were tears on her cheeks. "I understand what you mean!" She said with tears: "I knew a long time ago that sooner or later you will leave, you will never live here for the rest of your life, and sooner or later you will not be able to live this kind of life !" Ding Peng couldn't deny it. With his current martial arts, with his current saber technique, Liu Ruosong, Zhong Zhan, Hongmei, and Heizhu have all become worthless. With the knife on his waist, it has become a piece of cake if he wants to cross the rivers and lakes and stand out from the crowd. As long as he thinks of these things, the blood in his whole body will boil. It's not his fault, he's not wrong. Everyone has the right to fight for their own future, no matter who thinks so. Ding Peng said sadly: "It's a pity that I also know that your grandpa and grandma will never let me go!" Qingqing lowered her head, hesitated, and asked tentatively: "Do you want to go alone?" Ding Peng said: "Of course I will take you away!" There was light in Qingqing's eyes, she held his hand firmly, and said, "Are you willing to take me away?" Ding Peng said softly: "We are already husband and wife, no matter where I go, I will take you with me!" Qingqing said: "Are you telling the truth?" Ding Peng said: "Of course!" Qingqing bit her lip and finally made up her mind: "If you really want to leave, we will go together." Ding Peng said: "How?" Qingqing said: "I will think of a way." She hugged him: "As long as you are sincere to me, even if you want me to die for you, I am willing." If they wanted to leave, of course they had to plan, so they discussed quietly in the middle of the night when no one was around. What they fear most is Qingqing's grandfather. "The supernatural powers of his old man, apart from Da Luo Jinxian, there is absolutely no one in the world who can match him." Ding Peng was not convinced, because he also practiced their magical sword skills. But Qingqing said: "Your saber technique is in front of the old man, and you can't even use a single move. As long as he stretches out his hand, you will fall down." Ding Peng didn't believe it, but he couldn't believe it. Qingqing said: "So if we want to leave, we must slip away while he is not around." Ding Peng said: "He seems to have never been out before!" Qingqing said: "But every year on the night of July 15th, he will lock himself in his own small room. During those few hours, no matter what happens outside, he will not care about it!" Ding Peng said: "But he will still chase us after he knows we are gone." Qingqing said: "Never!" Ding Peng said: "Why?" Qingqing said: "Because the old man has made a solemn oath that he will never step out of this valley." Ding Peng said: "Your grandma seems to be very difficult to deal with." Qingqing said: "I have a way to deal with her." Ding Peng said: "What method?" Qingqing said: "Although she looks very serious, the old man is actually soft-hearted, and..." She suddenly asked something unrelated to this matter: "Do you know how my parents died?" Ding Peng didn't know.He never asked, they never mentioned, it was undoubtedly a secret, and full of sad memories. Sure enough, Qingqing had a sad look on her face, and said: "My mother is also a mortal, just like you, always hoping that my father can take her out of here." She sighed softly: "She passed away before I was one year old, but I know that she was not only a very famous chivalrous woman in the Jianghu, but also a famous beauty, such an ordinary life, Of course she couldn't make it through." Ding Peng said: "Your father won't take her away?" Qingqing said: "Although my father agreed to her, my grandpa and grandma refused. They left twice but failed, so my mother..." She didn't go on, but Ding Peng could already imagine it. If her mother hadn't died of depression and depression, she must have committed suicide quietly. Qingqing said: "A few months after my mother passed away, my father also fell ill." Although they are foxes and have supernatural powers, some diseases cannot be cured by any power, especially heart diseases, which are caused by guilt and grief. Ding Peng can also imagine this. Qingqing said: "Although my grandma never mentioned this matter, I know she must be very sad. When it is a last resort, as long as I mention this matter, she will definitely let us go." A dying old man, of course, couldn't bear to let her granddaughter and his wife suffer the same tragic fate as the previous generation. Qingqing's ability to tell this kind of thing means that she and Ding Peng have the same deep relationship as her parents. Ding Peng's eyes were already glowing with excitement, and he said: "From this point of view, we must have hope!" Qingqing said: "But we also have problems, at least eight more." Ding Peng said: "Eight questions?" Qingqing said: "No more, no less, exactly eight." Ding Peng finally understood that she must be talking about their eight loyal servants. They have never spoken much, and they have always kept a distance from Ding Peng. They never seemed to want to get close to any mortal, not even their master's grandson-in-law. Each of them seems to hide a deep pain and a big secret in their hearts. Ding Peng said: "Could it be that they are also very difficult to deal with?" Qingqing said: "Don't underestimate them, even if they don't have my grandpa's supernatural powers, just relying on their martial arts, if they go to the world, they will definitely be the top masters in the rivers and lakes." She continued: "I know that there are many famous knights and swordsmen in Jianghu, and I have seen a few, but none of them can compare with them." Ding Peng said: "Who have you seen?" Qingqing said: "I have seen all the red plums and black bamboos you mentioned." Ding Peng said: "These two are not as good as them?" Qingqing said: "No matter which one of them, they can defeat these two within ten strokes." Ding Peng frowned. Hongmei and Mozhu are undoubtedly the first-class masters in the arena. If someone can defeat these two within ten strokes, it is really unbelievable and no one will believe it. But Ding Peng believed it. Qingqing said: "Fortunately, every year on July 15th, they will drink a lot of wine." Ding Peng said: "Will you be drunk?" Qingqing said: "Sometimes they are drunk, sometimes they are not. They all drink very well." She smiled and said: "But I happen to know that there is a kind of wine, no matter how good the drinker is, he will be drunk after drinking it." Ding Peng said: "You also happened to be able to find this kind of wine?" Qingqing said: "I can find it." Ding Peng's eyes lit up again: "What day is today?" Qingqing said: "June 30th." In half a month, it will be July 15th, and in half a month, Ding Peng has been here for four full years. Ding Peng couldn't help sighing: "The days go by so fast. I didn't expect that four years would pass in a blink of an eye. I didn't expect that I would live for another four years." Qingqing gently stroked his face, and said softly: "You will still live, I don't know how many four years you will live, because I live, you can't die, you live, I can't die, with you With me, with me, with you."