Chapter 7 The sixth round of seven-level pagoda

【one】 The first day of February. Li Zhuang, Ci'en Temple. morning. The snow that started to fall last night has not stopped until now, and the monastery, which has just been cleaned of snow, is covered with a layer of silver. The morning bell had already rang, and there were faint bursts of Sanskrit singing in the cold wind, which entered a meditation room on the right. Sima Chaoqun sat quietly on this Zen bed and listened, quietly drinking a bottle of cold wine he brought himself last night. It's as cold as ice, but it tastes like a burning liquor. Zhuo Donglai had already entered, and had been looking at him coldly.

Sima Chaoqun pretended not to know. Zhuo Donglai finally couldn't help but said, "Isn't it too early to start drinking now?" He asked Sima coldly, "Even if you want to drink today, shouldn't you drink it later?" "why?" "Because you are about to meet a very strong opponent, probably much stronger than we imagined." "Oh?" "So even if you must drink, at least you should wait until you have fought him before drinking." Sima suddenly laughed. "Why should I wait until then, have you forgotten that I am the undefeated Sima Chaoqun?"

There was an indescribable irony in his smile. "Anyway, I won't lose. Even if I get drunk, I will never lose, because you must have already arranged everything." Sima Chaoqun laughed, "That's Gao Jianfei My boy, anyway, he must be defeated and must die." Zhuo Donglai didn't smile, neither admitted nor denied, there was no expression on his face at all. Sima Chaoqun looked at him: "This time, can you tell me exactly how you arranged it?" Zhuo Donglai was silent for a long time, and then said lightly: "Some things can happen at any time, even if I don't need to arrange them."

"You just let Gao Jianfei encounter one or two such things by chance." "Everyone will inevitably encounter such things by chance." Zhuo Dong said, "No matter who encounters them, they will all be helpless." He suddenly walked over, picked up the bottle of white wine on the low table of the meditation bed, and poured a little into a glass of clear water. The wine and the water immediately melt together and become one. "Is this a natural thing?" Zhuo Donglai asked Sima. "yes." "Some people are the same." Zhuo Dong said, "After some people meet, they will dissolve like wine and water."

"But after the wine and water are mixed, the wine will become weak, and the water will also change in quality." "It's the same with people." Zhuo Dong said, "It's exactly the same." "Oh?" "Some people will change after meeting." Zhuo Dong said, "Some people will become weaker after meeting a certain person." "Like wine mixed with water?" "yes." "So you let Gao Jianfei meet such a water-like person by chance?" "yes." Zhuo Dong said: "Meeting by chance, parting by chance, there is nothing anyone can do." His voice was still so cold, "There are many things like this in the world."

Sima laughed again. "Why are you so nice to me?" he asked, "Why are you so nice to me in everything?" "Because you are Sima Chaoqun." Zhuo Donglai's answer was simple, "Because Sima Chaoqun will never be defeated." 【two】 During the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Gaozong built the Big Wild Goose Pagoda for his mother, Empress Wende, where the famous monk Xuanzang once translated scriptures.At the beginning, five floors were built to serve as the Temple of the Buddha in the Western Regions, and later it was built into a seven-level pagoda. Now Gao Jianfei is standing under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

There is no shadow under the tower, because there is no sun today, and there is no shadow without sunlight. Xiao Gao has no shadow in his heart.His heart was already blank, there was nothing left. But he still had a sword in his hand, a sword wrapped in coarse cloth, a sword that was rarely seen by anyone.Only swords, no chests. She didn't take the box away, she shouldn't have gone, but she did, she should have taken the box away, but she didn't. The box was left by Xiao Gao in his hut. Since what should be kept can't be kept, why should the shouldn't be kept? He didn't know how long he had been here, nor when he had come.

He only knew that he had come because he had already seen Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun. Wearing black and white clothes, there is a pair of black and white eyes, white snow white, black black.No matter when Sima Chaoqun appeared, he always felt like this. — Obvious, strong, black and white. At this moment, in this silver-white world, all the glorious light belongs to him alone, and Zhuo Donglai is just a shadow under his light. Zhuo Donglai himself seemed to understand this very well, so he always stood silently by the side, never blocking his light. Xiao Gao saw Sima Chaoqun's bright eyes and dark pupils at first sight.

If he could get closer and look more carefully, maybe he would see that there were red threads in these eyes, like traces of blood being burned from the heart by the flame. Too bad he couldn't see it. Except for Zhuo Donglai, no one can approach Sima Chaoqun. "You are Gao Jianfei?" "I am." Sima Chaoqun was also looking at Xiao Gao, his eyes, his face, and his appearance.Although there was no shadow under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in shadow. Sima Chaoqun watched him quietly for a long time, then suddenly turned around and left without looking back.

Zhuo Donglai didn't stop him, Zhuo Donglai didn't even move, didn't even blink his eyes. Gao Jianfei rushed over to stop him. "Why are you leaving?" "Because I don't want to kill you." Sima said, "Under my sword, defeat is death." His calmness did not look like he had drunk alcohol at all: "Actually, you should know that you have lost now, because you are already an empty person, just like a sack of rice that has been taken away by someone. It's like the rice is empty." An empty person and an empty sack can't stand up. If you can't even stand up, how can you win?

Everyone should understand this truth. Only Xiao Gao didn't understand. Because he is already empty, how can an empty person understand? So he has already begun to untie his burden, and this burden is not empty. There is a sword in this baggage, a sword that can take someone's life in an instant, and it can also give others enough reasons to take his life in an instant. Although Sima Chaoqun's footsteps had stopped, his gaze was far away. He didn't look at Gao Jianfei again, because he knew that when the young man was about to draw his sword, no one could stop him. He also didn't go to see Zhuo Donglai, because he knew that Zhuo Donglai would never react to such a thing. But there was a hint of sadness in his own eyes. ——Why does such a cherished life become so despised when it comes to a certain situation? His hand was already holding his sword, because he had no choice in this situation. With a sound of "Bo", the collapse spring on the mouth of the long sword has been bounced off, but Sima Chaoqun's sword has not been drawn out. Because at this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda like a meteor. What fell from the tower was, of course, not a shadow of a person, but a person.But this person's speed was so fast that even Sima Chaoqun couldn't see what kind of person he was. He only saw a light gray shadow descending, bringing Gao Jianfei up. So Gao Jianfei also flew up, not gradually, but suddenly jumped up like a bird, and reached the third floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the two figures had already flown up to the seventh level of the pagoda. Then both of them are invisible. Sima Chaoqun originally wanted to chase after him, but Zhuo Donglai said indifferently, "Since you didn't want to kill him, why bother to chase him?" 【three】 The snow had stopped, and the old monk came to serve tea and then retreated. Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes, sometimes it falls, and sometimes it stops, both the ruthless snowflakes and the forgetful old monk. What about people? How come people are not like this? Sima Chaoqun still sat quietly on that Zen bed, drank his unfinished bottle of cold wine, and after a long time suddenly asked Zhuo Donglai: "Who is that person?" "Which person?" Sima sneered: "You should know who I'm talking about. You didn't let me chase it because you were afraid of him." Zhuo Donglai stood up, went to the window, opened it, closed it again, and then turned to face Sima. "Masters come forth in large numbers in the martial arts world, each with unique skills. When masters confront each other, the winners and losers usually depend on their circumstances and opportunities at the time." Zhuo Dong said, "Since Xiao Li Feidao retired, the masters who can truly be invincible in the world, Almost gone." "Hardly? Or never?" "I'm not sure either." Zhuo Donglai's voice seemed hoarse, "It's just that someone told me that in this world, in an unknown place, there is such a person." "Who?" Sima Chaoqun was shocked, "Who is this person you are talking about?" "His surname is Xiao, Xiao from Yishui Xiaoxiao," said Zhuo Dong, "his name is Xiao Leixue." 【Four】 "Dense Sword Qi, Xiao Xiao Yishui; A hero has no tears and turns into green blood. " Gao Jianfei seemed to have fallen asleep again. Just as he undressed and drew his sword, he suddenly fell asleep, and suddenly flew up lightly in his sleep. In fact, he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or real?A person usually becomes like this when someone brushes his sleeping hole with a very light and subtle technique. When he was awake, he heard someone singing in a low voice, and the low singing voice seemed to carry a kind of gloomy sword spirit and an indescribable desolation. "The prodigal son sings three times, but only the hero; A prodigal son has no roots, and a hero has no tears. " The singing stopped abruptly, and the singer turned around slowly, with a face as yellow as wax, a pair of tired and lifeless eyes, and a suit of gray and simple clothes. A silent and ordinary person, carrying an old and ordinary box in his hand. 【Fives】 "Xiao Leixue!" The cold wine rolled over Sima Chaoqun's heart like flames, but his heart still didn't warm up. "What kind of person is he? Have you ever seen him?" "I don't. No one has seen him." Zhuo Dong said, "Even if they have seen him, they will not know who he is." 【six】 The wind is fast and cold, very fast, extremely cold. Because they are at a high place, on the top floor of the seven-level pagoda. "It's you, it's you again," Xiao Gao looked around in a daze, "Who on earth are you? Why did you bring me to such a hellish place all of a sudden?" "You can't see a ghost in this place, but if I don't bring you here, I will see a ghost." He said flatly, "A newly dead ghost." "This newly dead ghost is me?" "Probably so." "How do you know I'm going to die?" "Because of your sword." In this man's tired and godless eyes, there seemed to be a starlight suddenly, just like the eternal star in the extreme northern sky, so far away, so mysterious, and so bright. "The past is like smoke, and the famous sword of the past has been buried. This sword of yours is already an unparalleled sharp weapon in the world. In the past five hundred years, no sword can compare with it." "Oh?" "The person who forged it was the first master after Ou Yezi, and also the first swordsman at that time. But in his whole life, he never used this sword, and he never even pulled out the sheath for others to see." "why?" "Because this sword is too fierce, as soon as it is unsheathed, it will drink human blood." There was no expression on his face, because there was a layer of disguise medicine like yellow wax on his face, but suddenly there was an indescribable sadness in his eyes. "When the sword came out, the master had already seen the omen on the sword, an unsolvable omen, so he couldn't help but shed tears, which dripped on the sword and turned into tears." "Is this how the tears on the blade come from?" "yes." "Since the master has seen its evil spirit, why didn't he simply destroy it?" "Because this sword is so perfectly cast," he asked Xiao Gao, "who can bear to destroy the essence of his life's hard work?" He also said: "What's more, the sword has been released and has become a divine weapon. Even if its form can be destroyed, its spirit cannot be destroyed. Sooner or later, its omen will still come true." Xiao Gao actually understood what he meant: "There are some things in the world that can never be destroyed." "So as long as you draw out this sword today, you will surely die by this sword." The man said, "Because you are definitely not Sima Chaoqun's opponent today." He stared at Xiao Gao: "Now you should understand that even if it's a fair duel, it's not completely fair." "Oh?" "When a person reaches a certain point, has a certain power, he can create things to weaken the opponent's strength and win himself," he said. "It's usually very painful. "It's a fact, a brutal fact. Now Xiao Gao can't deny it.Because now he has recognized this and has learned a painful lesson. "So if you really want to deal with Sima Chaoqun, the only way is to surprise him and assassinate him by the sword." The man said, "Because you have no chance of a fair duel with him." Xiao Gao clenched his fists tightly. "Why are you telling me these things?" he asked the man. "Why are you saving me?" "Because I didn't kill you, I don't want you to die in the hands of others." "Of course you don't want my sword to fall into the hands of others." "Yes." The man answered simply. Xiao Gao asked him again: "Since you already have a weapon that is unparalleled in the world, do you still want this sword?" "I don't want it." The man said flatly, "If I wanted it, it would already be mine." Xiao Gao couldn't deny this. "Then why should you care about it? Is there some kind of special relationship between this sword and you?" The man suddenly made a move and grabbed Xiao Gao's wrist. Xiao Gao broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and his whole body was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat. But he knew that he himself must have touched this person, touched a part of his heart that he least wanted to be touched by others. How could such a strong and ruthless person also have such a fragile heart? "Your box and my sword are both made by the same person. Is there some kind of special relationship between you and me?" Xiao Gao asked again, "Why don't you tell me these things?" Xiao Gao had to ask these things, even if his wrist was crushed, he still had to ask. Too bad he didn't get an answer. The man had lowered his hand and swept out of the tower. The outside of the tower was covered with silver, and this man and his box had disappeared into the silver like snowflakes. The sky is getting dark, Xiao Gao has been thinking here for a long time, and there are many things he can't figure out. Because he couldn't concentrate at all. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but think of her. --Who is she?Where did it come from?Where to go? ——What kind of people are the people who want to chase her down?Did Sima Chaoqun ask her to do this when she found him?Want him to be fascinated by her? ——She left him suddenly, did Sima Chaoqun also ask her to leave?To make him miserable, sad and hopeless? No matter what, Xiao Gao is determined to find her and ask her clearly. But he couldn't find it. He had no idea where to start looking. A young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes has no experience, no friends, and no one to help him. What can he do? What else could he do but kill with his sword? Who could he kill?Who should be killed? Who can tell him? The sky was getting darker, the evening bell had already rang, and the fragrance of porridge and rice wafted from the incense kitchen in the backyard. A few monks who had returned late rushed back to eat their dinner in spiked shoes. The spiked shoes smashed the ice and snow, and Xiao Gao suddenly thought of Zhu Meng. Zhu Meng is in Luoyang.