Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen

【one】 On February 25th, around the third watch. Chang'an. Someone was knocking on the watch in the distance, three watch. There are three watches every night, and the three watches every night seem to carry a kind of desolate and mysterious beauty. The third watch of every night seems to be the most ecstasy time of the day. Zhuo Donglai sat on the sable fur, lightly poured fine wine, and responded to the drumming from afar.In this ecstasy of the third night, he should be the happiest person in Chang'an City. His opponents have been defeated, and what he has to do has been completed. In today's world, who else can compete with him?

And who knows if his heart is really as happy as others imagined? He is also asking himself. ——Since he didn't kill Sima, why did he defeat Sima?Why beat a heroic icon of his own making?Is he himself as disappointed as the heroes of the world? He couldn't answer. ——Since he didn't kill Sima, why didn't he just fulfill him?Why not go quietly? Zhuo Donglai couldn't answer either. He only knew that the knife must not be cut with the blade, and Sima Chaoqun must not die in his hands, just like he could not kill himself with his own hands. In a certain way, a part of him has already melted into Sima Chaoqun's body, and a part of his own body has been replaced by Sima Chaoqun.

But he believed that even without Sima Chaoqun, he would still survive, and the Escort would continue to exist. After drinking the fourth cup, Zhuo Donglai's mood really brightened up, and he was going to go to bed after drinking another cup. Just as he reached out to pour the glass of wine, his heart sank suddenly, and his pupils shrank suddenly. He suddenly found that the box placed under the lamp had disappeared. There are people guarding the neighborhood day and night in shifts. No one can easily enter his hut, and no one knows that this ordinary and old box is a terrible secret weapon.

Who would risk their life to come here and take a mouthful of boxes? With a sound of "Bo", the crystal cup in Zhuo Donglai's hand was shattered. He suddenly realized that he might have done something wrong, and suddenly thought of Zhuo Qing's expression before he died. Then he heard someone knocking on the door outside. "Come in." A muscular young man with a tall forehead, square face, broad shoulders and big hands immediately pushed the door open, dressed in neat and plain clothes, with a serious and sincere attitude. The Escort Bureau has a large scale and strict organization. Every job and every action is assigned to people in different levels. There are not many people who are directly ordered by Zhuo Donglai, so there are not many low-level subordinates of the Escort Bureau who can meet him face to face. .

Zhuo Donglai didn't notice this young man before, but now he immediately guessed who he was. "Zheng Cheng." Zhuo Donglai said with a sullen face, "I know that you have made contributions to Zhuo Qing recently, but you should also know that this place is not just for anyone to come to." "Disciple knows." Zheng Cheng was respectful and sincere, "But disciple has to come." "why?" "A month ago, Zhuo Qing assigned the disciple to his subordinates, and he directly commanded him." Zheng Cheng said, "So no matter what he asks the disciple to do, the disciple cannot disobey his orders."

"Zhuo Qing asked you to come?" "Yes." Zheng Cheng said, "Come and speak for him." "Speak for him," Zhuo Donglai asked sharply, "Why does he want you to speak for him?" "Because he's dead." "If he hadn't died, you wouldn't have come?" "Yes." Zheng Cheng said calmly, "If he is still alive, even if the disciple is thrown into the frying pan, he will not reveal a single word of what he said." "He wants you to come back after he's dead?" "Yes." Zheng Cheng said, "He told his disciple that if he dies, he must come to see Mr. Zhuo within two hours and tell him everything he said."

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, and suddenly found that the attitude and tone of this person's speech was almost as if Zhuo Qing himself was speaking. "He is dead now." Zheng Cheng said, "So the disciple has to come, and dare not not come." The shards of the crystal cup were still shining under the lamp, and each piece looked like Zhuo Qing's eyes blinked when he was dying. Zhuo Donglai undoubtedly recalled his dying attitude, and asked Zheng Cheng after a long time, "When did he give you the order?" "Probably around Xu time." "Around Xu time?" Zhuo Donglai's pupils contracted again, "Of course it was around Xu time."

Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai had already arrived in the tomb-like room at that time. That was the time when Zhuo Qing could find time to freshen up and change clothes. However, he did not do these things as usual, what he did at that time was something that Zhuo Donglai could only know after his death. Zhuo Donglai stared at Zheng Cheng. "And he knew then that he was going to die?" "He probably already knows." Zheng Cheng said, "He told me himself that he probably won't live until sunrise tomorrow morning." "He was alive and well, how could he die?"

"Because he already knows that someone is going to kill him." "Who is this guy?" "It's you." Zheng Cheng looked directly at Zhuo Donglai, "The person he's talking about is you." "Why would I want him to die?" "Because he has done too much for you and knows too much, you will never leave him to Sima Chaoqun." Zheng Cheng said, "He can see that you and Sima Chaoqun have reached the point of breaking up. Whether it's for Sima Chaoqun or for yourself, you will put him to death first." "Since he was so accurate, why didn't he run away?"

"Because he ran out of time, he didn't expect things to happen so quickly, and he didn't have time to prepare." Zheng Cheng said, "But before you fight Sima, you must find him first. If you find that he has fled, you will definitely send other Let go of everything and go after him with all your strength, with his current strength, he still cannot escape your grasp." "By that time, it would be nothing more than a death at most. Why didn't he give it a try?" "Because by that time, Sima's grief and anger may have subsided, and his determination may have been shaken. He will still die, and you and Sima may get back together."

Zheng Cheng said: "You should know what kind of person he is, he would never do such a thing." Zhuo Donglai clenched his fists. "So he would rather die than give me this chance, would rather die than let me get back together with Sima?" "Yes." Zheng Cheng said, "Because the two of you will gain if you cooperate, and you will lose if you divide. He wants to avenge himself, and this opportunity is his only chance." Zhuo Donglai sneered: "He is dead, how can he avenge himself?" "Yes." Zheng Cheng said, "He wants me to tell you that if you kill him, he will definitely make you regret it, because before he died, he dug a grave for you, and sooner or later you will die." Lie in." Zheng Cheng said: "He still wants me to tell you that this day will definitely come soon." Zhuo Donglai stared at him, and said word by word: "But I'm not dead yet, I can kill you with my hands raised, and let you die without a place to bury you." "I know." "Then how dare you speak so rudely in front of me?" "Because I didn't say these things, Zhuo Qing said them." Zheng Cheng's expression remained unchanged, "He wants me to tell you everything, if I miss a word, not only will I be unfaithful to you, It’s also unfair to him.” His attitude was serious and sincere: “Now I’m not qualified to be a disloyal person.” "Not qualified?" Zhuo Donglai couldn't help asking, "To be an unfaithful person, do you have to be qualified?" "yes." "What qualifications do you have to be an unfaithful and unrighteous person?" "Although people know that he is unfaithful, they can only hate him. When they see him, they can only respect him and dare not be rude." Zheng Cheng said, "If you don't have such qualifications If you also want to be an unfaithful and unrighteous person, then you will really die without a place to die." Zhuo Donglai stared at him for a long time, and asked word by word: "Do I already have such qualifications?" Zheng Cheng replied without thinking, "Yes." Zhuo Donglai suddenly laughed. He shouldn't have laughed, what Zheng Cheng said was not funny, every word was not funny, no one would be able to laugh when they heard these words. But he laughed. "You speak well, very well." Zhuo Donglai laughed, "If a person is already qualified to be an unfaithful person, what else in the world can bother him?" "Probably not anymore." Zheng Cheng said very sincerely, "If one day I can do this step, I won't have any troubles anymore." "Then you should do it well." Zhuo Donglai actually said, "I hope you can do it." He smiled again: "I believe Zhuo Qing must have figured out that I won't kill you, and now I just need someone like you." Zheng Cheng looked at him with respect in his eyes, just like Zhuo Qing's before. "There is one more person." Zheng Cheng said, "There is another person who may be more useful than me." "Who?" "Gao Jianfei." Zheng Cheng said: "He has been waiting to see you, I want him to go, but he has to wait, and he said it doesn't matter how long he waits, because he has no other place to go anyway." "Then let's let him wait." Zhuo Donglai said calmly, "But it's always more difficult for a person to wait for someone, so we might as well treat him better, give him whatever he wants." "yes." Zheng Cheng retreated slowly, as if he was still waiting for Zhuo Dong to ask him something. But Zhuo Donglai didn't ask any more questions, and had already closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep. In the light of the lamp, his face was indeed tired, pale and weak and weary. But when Zheng Cheng looked at him, his eyes were full of awe, genuine respect and fear from the bottom of his heart. Because this person is indeed different from others, and his views and reactions to everything are different from others. Zheng Cheng withdrew, closed the door, and when the cold wind hit him, he realized that even his crotch was drenched in cold sweat. 【two】 Zhuo Donglai was indeed different from anyone else. When others must be sad and angry about a certain thing, he laughed; when others must be amazed and excited about a certain thing, his reaction was surprisingly cold, not even a little reaction. He knew that Gao Jianfei was here, and was waiting for him like an infatuated teenager waiting for his lover. He also knew that the tear stains on Gao Jianfei's sword could turn into blood stains at any time, either his blood or the blood of his enemy. But he didn't seem to respond at all. The box on the table was gone, and the owner of the box that Zhuo Qing had placed in the small courtyard probably disappeared as well. Zhuo Qing was determined to take revenge. If he wants to find the most terrifying enemy for Zhuo Donglai, Xiao Leixue is undoubtedly the most ideal one. Gentleman Fragrance is not a drug that can never be undone. If you don't continue to use it, Xiao Leixue's skill can be fully recovered within three or two days. That time was likely to be Zhuo Donglai's death. Besides, Zhuo Qing could do many things for him, many things that he would regret. His accounts, his money, his letters, his secrets, all of them could be betrayed by Zhuo Qing, every one of his disloyal subordinates could be used by Zhuo Qing. ——Before Zhuo Qing died, what kind of grave was dug for him? If this kind of thing happened to someone else, they would definitely use all means to find out in the shortest possible time. But Zhuo Donglai didn't do anything. Zhuo Donglai fell asleep, really fell asleep. He first walked into his bedroom, closed the doors and windows, and pressed a secret button in a secret corner beside the bed. Then he went to a dark cabinet in that corner, took out a small jeweled box, took out a pale green pill from the box and swallowed it, a medicine that would make him sleep peacefully under any circumstances. pills. He is too tired. It's always tiring after a particularly brilliant victory. In such a situation, the only thing that can really restore wakefulness is sleep. The key to life and death is often decided in an instant. When deciding such a thing, you must be absolutely awake. So he needs sleep, and nothing is more important to him than that. No one can judge the pros and cons of a matter better than Zhuo Donglai. Before he fell asleep, he thought of only one person. What he thought of was neither Zhuo Qing who died tragically under his knife, nor Xiao Leixue who might come to take his life at any time. What he thought of was his brother, the brother who died at birth, the brother who lived with him in the mother's womb for ten months, and the brother who had received and competed with him for the essence and blood in the mother's womb. He has never met his brother, and his brother will always be just a vague shadow in his heart. But in the moment of twilight when he fell asleep, this vague shadow suddenly turned into a person, a person who could see clearly. This person seemed to be Sima Chaoqun. 【three】 Someone is playing watch in the distance, and it has passed the third watch. Such a monotonous drumbeat, yet so desolate and ruthless, no one would want to leave it at the second watch when it came to the third watch. Sima Chaoqun remembered that he heard someone knocking on the watch just now, and he remembered that it was obviously the second watch. He could hear clearly. At that time, although he had already drank alcohol, he had only drunk seven or eight catties at most. Although he already felt a little fluttering, his mind was still very clear. He clearly remembered that at that time he was drinking in a bloody little wine shop. Besides him, there was a large table of guests beside him, all of them were young men of eighteen or nineteen years old, with arms around five or six at least older than them. Double the women bragging loudly. They were bragging about Sima Chaoqun, and everyone praised Sima Chaoqun as a hero who was rare in the sky and unparalleled in the earth, and they had some friendship with them to some extent. Those who play it are happy to play it, and those who listen are also happy to hear it. There was only one person who was neither happy nor happy, and that person was Sima Chaoqun himself. So he drank like hell. He also clearly remembered that just when others were happiest, he suddenly stood up and slapped the table and cursed: "What is Sima Chaoqun? He is not a thing at all, not a person at all, not even a penny." Worth it, not even a fart." The more he scolded, the happier he became, but others were not happy when they heard it. Someone suddenly turned over the table, and a dozen young men rushed over together. He seemed to have hit one of them with one nose in two. Sima Chaoqun remembered these things very clearly, even better than the hardest-working elementary school boy who memorized a thousand-character prose. He even remembered that one of them, a woman whose face was rouged like a part of some tree-climbing animal, took off her wooden shoes and hit him on the head. But after that, he doesn't remember anything. At that time, he clearly heard the knocking of the second watch, but now it has passed the third watch. At that time, he was still sitting and drinking in a bloody little wine shop, but now he was lying down, lying in a dark alley with neither willow bank nor dawn wind and moon.One head became as heavy as the usual eight, the throat became like a chimney in a large kitchen, and the whole body was sore and sore, as if someone had just been scrubbed on the washboard like a pair of ripped trousers. —Did the fat woman's red lacquer clogs hit his head? —How did he get here? —What happened during this time? Sima Chaoqun couldn't remember at all. During this period of time, it seemed to be completely blank, as if a page in a book had been torn off. 【Four】 When Sima Chaoqun was about to struggle to stand up, he realized that there was another person in the dark alley, looking at him with strange eyes, as if asking him. "Are you really the unparalleled hero Sima Chaoqun? How did you become like this?" Sima Chaoqun was determined to ignore him, determined to pretend he hadn't seen this person, but this person was determined to let him see him, not only walked over immediately, but even took his arm. He was unable to stand up with great effort at first, but now he stood up all at once, and he stood up straight. But this man still refused to let him go, his eyes were full of sympathy and sadness: "Boss, you are drunk, let me help you." The man said: "I am Agen, boss, don't you even recognize Agen?" "Agen"?The name is very familiar. Only those who followed him when he debuted would call him "Boss". Sima suddenly patted the man on the shoulder forcefully, held his arm firmly, and laughed heartily. "My boy, where have you been hiding these past few years? Did you marry a wife? Did you lose your wife?" Agen also smiled, but there seemed to be tears in his eyes that were about to burst out. "Unexpectedly, the boss still remembers me as a gambler, and even recognizes me as a worthless person." "You're a gambler, we're both worthless." He grabbed Agen, "Come on, let's find another place to drink." "Boss, you can't drink anymore," Agen said, "If you didn't drink the last half of the jar of wine just now, how could those little bastards touch a hair of you, Boss?" His voice was also full of sadness: "Boss, if it wasn't because you were so weak from drinking, how could you be beaten like this by those little bastards? You even got a hole in your head with a clog by that fat bitch .” Agen said: "Those little bastards would be scared to pee when they hear the boss's name." "Did I really get beaten just now?" Sima really didn't believe it, but after he touched his head and ribs, he couldn't believe it. "It looks like I was really beaten up." He suddenly laughed, "Okay, well beaten up, I had such a good time, I didn't expect being beaten to be such a happy thing, I haven't had such a good time in decades .” "But the boss didn't let them take advantage of it. He also beat up those little bastards, making them crawl all over the ground like wild dogs." "That would be no fun." Sima actually sighed, "I really shouldn't have beaten them." "why?" "Do you know why they beat me?" Sima said, "Because I scolded Sima Chaoqun, the great hero in their hearts, so bloody and worthless." He laughed again: "Sima Chaoqun was beaten up for yelling at himself. If the heroes of the world know about this, it will be a surprise if those bastards don't laugh all over the floor." But A Gen couldn't laugh, he just murmured, "If Mr. Zhuo is around, the boss won't be drunk." He suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Zhuo, why didn't you stay with the boss this time?" "Why is he with me?" Sima kept laughing, "He is him, I am me, he is the real hero, I am just a bear, he didn't cut off my head for a chamber pot , I am already very sorry." A Gen looked at him in surprise, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Could it be that Mr. Zhuo is also rebellious?" "He rebelled, what is he rebelling against?" Sima was still laughing, "The Escort Agency is his, so what am I?" A Gen looked at him, tears finally flowed down, he knelt down suddenly, and kowtowed three times. "Damn Agen, I'm sorry boss." "You didn't feel sorry for me, there is only one person in the world who is sorry for me, and that person is myself." "But there are some things the boss doesn't know yet. Agen would rather be beaten to death by the boss than to speak out." "you say!" "All these years, Agen didn't follow the boss, just because Mr. Zhuo insisted on sending me to the Luoyang Lion Hall as an undercover agent, and he wanted me to keep it from the boss." Agen said, "Mr. Zhuo knows that the boss has always been an upright person. People, this kind of thing has never been let the boss know." "It just so happens that I don't want to know." Sima suddenly sighed, "Zhu Meng probably won't know how many people under his command were sent by Zhuo Donglai, and he's probably just like me. asshole." A Gen stared at him for a long time, and suddenly there was a strange light in his eyes, and he suddenly asked Sima: "Do you want to meet that bastard, Boss?" Sima's eyes also flashed: "Which bastard are you talking about?" He raised his voice and asked, "Is it the same bastard as me, Zhu Meng?" "yes." "Do you know where he is?" Sima asked again, "How did you know?" He stared at Agen: "Could it be that you are one of the eighty-six people who followed him to die this time?" Agen knelt down again: "Agen should be damned, Agen is sorry for the boss, but Zhu Meng is really with the boss. Similarly, he is a hero with blood and righteousness, and Agen really can't bear to betray him at this time, so Agen is ready to accompany him to die in Chang'an this time." He bumped his head to the ground, bleeding all over his face: "Agen, damn it. Although Agen betrayed the Escort, he never harbored any malice towards the boss in his heart. Otherwise, Agen would be turned into a beast after death." Sima seemed to be stunned when he heard that, and suddenly looked up and smiled: "Okay, good Zhu Meng, you are really a hero if you can make all the spies sent by Zhuo Donglai follow you wholeheartedly." He laughed loudly and said, "Ding Xie and A Gen are also good guys. Compared to you, I, Sima Chaoqun, are not even as good as shit." His laugh was hoarse and pathetic, but he didn't cry. Indeed not. 【Fives】 Zhu Meng did not shed tears either. He didn't even shed tears when seeing the spikes die for him and put them in his arms. He was bleeding then. Although it flowed from the eyes, it was also blood. Die Wu must still be bleeding continuously, no one in the world can stop her bleeding. Because what flowed from her wound was no longer blood, but the spirit of the dancer. And the spirit of the dancer has turned into a butterfly. — Has anyone ever seen a butterfly bleed?Does anyone know what color a butterfly's blood is? Blood, why do people always bleed, why don't they know what an ugly thing it is?But the butterfly knew. Because her life is too beautiful and too short, no one can see her ugly side anymore. "Cover me, cover my legs, I don't want others to see my legs." These were the last words Die Wu said before she fainted for the fourth time. In fact, she has no legs. Just because she has no legs, she doesn't want to be seen by others. If someone still has the heart to say that this is also a kind of irony and one of the weaknesses of human beings, then this person's heart must have been tempered to stone by will-o'-the-wisps.The thick and heavy quilt covered Die Wu's body, as if a dark cloud before the storm suddenly covered the sun. Die Wu's face has lost a trace of luster, a trace of blood, just like the dim lamp on the wooden table in the hut that has almost burned out its lamp oil. Zhu Meng has been guarding her under the lamp, without moving, without speaking, without drinking a drop of water, and without shedding a drop of tear. It was dank and cold in the hut. The only thirteen people under him were guarding him like he guarded Die Wu.Their hearts were as sad and hopeless as his, but they were still alive. ——Why didn't He Agen, who went out to inquire about the news and buy food for them, not come back? When Agen came back, Sima Chaoqun also came. Everyone saw Agen bring someone back, a very tall stranger.Her bun was messed up, her clothes were torn, her body was still wounded, but she didn't have a weapon with her. But no matter what, at this time, he should not have brought such a stranger here. Because although this desolate stranger looked like a wild beast being chased to nowhere by a hunter, a wild beast was still a wild beast after all, full of dangers, and capable of hurting people. Although this person didn't carry a weapon by his side, he carried an aura that was sharper than the blade of a blade. Everyone in the hut immediately clenched the big knife that they had made up their minds to stick to until their death. Every knife has been drawn. Only Zhu Meng still sat there motionless, but issued an order that none of his subordinates could understand. He suddenly ordered his subordinates: "Hold the lamp, light the fire, and light the candles." Zhu Meng's order was simple and strange, "Light everything that can be ignited." No one understood what Zhu Meng meant, but Sima Chaoqun did. He had never met Zhu Meng. But as soon as he walked into this dark, damp, dilapidated hut, and saw Zhu Meng sitting beside the big kang like a rock that had been weathered and eroded, he knew that he had seen what he wanted most in his life. The one who sees but never sees. There was only one dim light in the cabin. Bright lights belong to joy, and the situation is already so miserable, no matter how bright the lights are, it is useless. But now Zhu Meng ordered: "Light up all the lamps and candles." His voice was low and hoarse: "Let me see this distinguished guest." The lights were lit immediately, and Zhu Meng's words were usually absolutely effective orders. One lamp, seven candles, and five torches are enough to illuminate the hut like daylight, and they are also enough to clearly illuminate every scar and wrinkle on the faces of everyone in the hut. Wrinkles born from grief, hatred, anger seem to be deeper than scars from sharp blades. Zhu Meng finally stood up slowly, turned around slowly, and finally faced Sima Chaoqun. The two people faced each other silently, looking at each other silently, as if there was only the sound of flames flickering in the world. It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world. Two down-and-out people with scars all over their bodies and hearts full of grief, two people who have completely failed.But there are still only the two of them in the world. When the two of them stood there face to face, no one else in the world seemed to exist anymore. "You are Sima Chaoqun?" "Do you see me?" "I don't think you look like you. The invincible Sima Chaoqun really shouldn't be like you." Zhu Meng said, "But I know you are Sima Chaoqun, you must be." "why?" "Because apart from Sima Chaoqun, there is no other person in the world who looks like you." Zhu Meng said, "You look like you just saw 888 unjust dead ghosts." Sima actually agreed. "It's true that there are not many people who can see eight hundred and eighty-eight unjust dead ghosts at once, but there are more than one." "Who else is there besides you?" Zhu Meng asked, "Is there someone named Zhu Meng?" "seems like it." Zhu Meng laughed. He was indeed laughing, he must have laughed when he heard such words, and his laughter could sometimes be heard ten miles away. Now he is laughing too, but there is not even a smile on his face, and the laughter can't even be heard by the people standing next to him. Because he didn't laugh at all. There was no laughter or crying, and other people could not only laugh, they couldn't even cry. But they all had tears welling up in their eyes. They are neither Zhu Meng nor Sima Chaoqun, so they can shed tears. You can bleed, you can cry. All they had left was blood and tears. Zhu Meng looked around at these good men who would never leave him again until death, and it seemed that blood was about to burst out again in his big bloodshot eyes. "This time we lost, completely defeated." He hissed, "But we won't accept our defeat, even to the death." "I know." Sima Chaoqun said sadly, "I already know everything about you." "But when we came, you were not in Chang'an." "Yes, I wasn't there at that time." Sima sighed, "I didn't know you would come so soon." "So you rode to Luoyang alone?" "I wanted to rush to see you alone, and settle the matter between us thoroughly." Sima said, "Let the two of us settle it by ourselves." "You really think so?" "real." Zhu Meng suddenly sighed, "I'm not mistaken about you. I knew that if you were in Chang'an at that time, you would at least give us a chance to fight to the death in an upright manner." His voice was full of grief and indignation: "We were originally here to die, and if we are asked to die in such a despicable conspiracy, we really refuse to accept it." "I see." "But I don't blame you. If you were in Chang'an at that time, you would never have done such a despicable and shameless thing." "You're wrong." Sima Chaoqun said solemnly, "Whether I was there or not, this matter is my business." "why?" "Because I was still the head of the Escort at that time, as long as it was done by the subordinates of the Escort, I would take full responsibility." Sima Chaoqun said, "There is a grievance and a debt. Come and pay back." "Are you here to pay off the debt today?" "yes." "Can you pay off this debt?" Zhu Meng asked sharply, "How can you pay it off?" "If you don't know, you have to pay it back," Sima Chaoqun said, "How do you want me to pay it back? I will pay it back anyway, otherwise why should I come?" Zhu Meng stared at him, and he also stared at Zhu Meng. Strangely, instead of hatred and resentment, the eyes of the two were full of respect. "You said you were still the head of the bodyguard bureau at that time," Zhu Meng asked Sima suddenly, "what about now?" "No matter what kind of person I am now, I have nothing to do with this matter." "why?" "Because you are still Zhu Meng, and I am still Sima Chaoqun." This person who seemed to have failed completely in the eyes of others suddenly revealed the inviolable dignity of an emperor: "I want to pay this debt today because you are Zhu Meng and I am Sima Chaoqun. Regardless of this It will not change under any circumstances." Sima Chaoqun said: "Even if the head is bleeding and the family is destroyed, this will not change at all." ——Yes, it is like this. ——The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, but the spirit can never be subdued, and it will never be destroyed. This is the loyalty of Jianghu men, and this is the bloodiness of Jianghu men. Zhu Meng stared at Sima Chaoqun with inviolable dignity in his expression. "You are the mortal enemy of my life. You and I have a deep hatred. I don't know how many people have died because of it." Zhu Meng said, "For these souls who have died, it is difficult for you and me to coexist." "I see." "I, Zhu Meng, have spent my whole life in the rivers and lakes. I have swung knives to kill people, and I have never paid attention to anyone." Zhu Meng said, "Only you, you Sima Chaoqun." His voice was trembling with excitement: "You, Sima Chaoqun, please accept Zhu Meng's respect today." He really bowed down, this man who never bowed his knees actually bowed down to the ground, in front of Sima Chaoqun. Sima Chaoqun also bowed down. "I beg you to be a real hero, a real man." Zhu Meng hissed, "But after this obeisance, we will say goodbye forever." He said word by word: "Because I will kill you anyway, I have no choice." Sima Chaoqun said solemnly: "Yes, this is how people live in the rivers and lakes. You and I have no choice." "As long as you understand." Zhu Meng's voice became hoarse, "As long as you understand." He stood up and looked around at his subordinates again. "This person is Sima Chaoqun, the one who destroyed our Lion Hall," Zhu Meng said in a deep and slow voice, "This is the person who will cause his unprecedented dominance. Our brothers have already lost countless lives on the streets. Even the bones cannot be buried, so many of our sisters have become widows, and some have even been reduced to become whores in order to eat." Everyone listened silently, bloodshot eyes were bursting from tears, and veins were protruding from fists. "Each of us has made a poisonous oath in our hearts that we will not take off his head and never return to our hometown." Zhu Meng said, "Even if we all die in battle, we have to turn into ghosts to take his soul." He pointed at Sima Chaoqun: "Now he has come, and you can hear what he said clearly." Zhu Meng said: "He came to pay the debt, and the blood debt must be paid with blood." His eyes swept over the faces of his subordinates like a blade: "He is only one person, and like us, he has been betrayed and his family has been destroyed, but at least we still have these brothers. We want to take revenge, and now is the best opportunity , He alone is absolutely no match for us." Zhu fiercely said: "You all have knives in your hands, you can draw your knives now and kill him here." No one drew their swords. Everyone still listened silently, without even looking at Sima Chaoqun. Zhu Meng yelled: "Why don't you do it? Are your hands already soft? Have you forgotten how to kill?" A Gen suddenly rushed over and fell down in front of Sima Chaoqun and Zhu Meng, throwing himself to the ground. "Boss, I know that you and I are here to die," Agen said, "Boss, if you seek benevolence and benevolence, you will die without regret. After you die, Agen will definitely arrange for you first." Afterwards, and then go with you." Sima Chaoqun laughed: "Okay, good brother," he said with a big laugh, "A man who seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence, dies without regret." Suddenly, with a sound of "Dang", a knife fell from a person's hand and fell to the ground. Zhu Meng turned to this person and asked sharply: "Man Niu, you have always been a good man, and you have never been soft-hearted when killing people. Why can't you even hold a knife now?" The barbarian lowered his head, his face covered with blood and tears. "Master, you know that I wanted to cut off this man's head in my dreams, but now..." "How about now?" Zhu Meng's voice became even more mournful, "Don't you want to kill him now?" "I still want to, but if you tell me to kill him like this, I really have no way to do it." "why?" "I don't know why," Man Niu also knelt down and slapped himself so hard that his face was covered with blood, "I should be damned, I'm a goddamn bastard, although I know it in my heart, but if the hall master asks me to say it , but I can't tell." "You bastard, you can't tell, I can tell." Zhu Meng said, "You can't do anything, just because you suddenly found out that the person we want to kill every day is a hero, and since he has the kind of person to come to see us ，咱们也应该以好汉来对待他，咱们若是这么样杀了他，就算报了仇，也没有脸再去见天下英雄。” 他问蛮牛：“你说，你心里是不是这么样想的？” 蛮牛以头碰地，脸上已血泪模糊。 朱猛刀锋般的目光又一次从他属下们的脸上扫过去。 “你们呢？”他问他这些已经跟着他身经百战九死一生，除了一条命外什么都没有了的兄弟们，“你们心里怎么想的！” No one answered. 可是每个人握刀的手都受伤了。 他们虽然已失去了一切，却还是没有失去他们的血气义气和勇气。 朱猛看着他们，一个个看过去，一双疲倦无神的大眼中忽然又有了光，忽然仰面而说：“好，这才是好兄弟，这才是朱猛的好兄弟，朱猛能交到你们这样的兄弟，死了也不冤。” 他转脸去问司马超群：“你看见了吧，我朱猛的兄弟是些什么样的兄弟？有没有一个是孬种的？” 司马超群的眼睛已经红了，早就红了。 但是他没有流泪。 他还是标枪般站在那里，过了很久，才一个字一个地说：“朱猛，我不如你，连替你擦屁股都不配。”他说，“因为我没有你这样的兄弟。” 这句话不是别人说出来的，这句话是司马超群说出来的。 天下无双的英雄司马超群。 朱猛眼中却没有丝毫得意之色，反而充满了悲伤，仿佛正在心里问自己：——我们为什么不是朋友而是仇敌？ 这句话当然是不会说出来的，朱猛只说：“不管怎么佯，你对得起我们，我们也绝不会对不起你。”他说：“只可惜有一点还是不会变的。” 他握紧双拳：“我还是朱猛，你还是司马超群，所以我还是要杀你。” 这也是一股气，就像是永生不渝的爱情一样，海可枯，石可烂，这股气却永远存在。 就因为有这股气，所以这些什么都没有、连根都没有的江湖男儿才能永远活在有血性的人们心里。 朱猛又道：“你刚才也说过，这本来就是我们两个人的事，本来就应该由我们自己解决。” 他问司马超群：“现在是不是已经到时候了？” "yes." 朱猛又盯着他看了很久，忽然说：“给司马大侠一把刀。” 蛮牛立刻拾起了他的刀，用双手送过去，一把百炼精钢铸成的大刀，刀口上已经有好几个地方砍缺了。 “这把刀不是好刀，”朱猛说，“可是在司马超群手上，无论什么样的刀都一样可以杀人。” “是。”司马超群轻抚着刀锋上的卷缺处：“这把刀本来就是杀人的刀。” “所以我只想要你答应我一件事。” "What's up?" “如果你能杀我，刀下千万不要留情，”朱猛的声音又变为凄厉，“否则我就算杀了你，也必将抱憾终生。” 他厉声问司马：“你想不想要我朱猛为你抱憾终生？” 司马超群的回答很明白：“我若能一刀杀了你，你绝不会看到我的第二刀。” “好，”朱猛说，“好极了。” 刀光一闪，朱猛拔刀。 小室中所有的人都避开了，这些人都是朱猛生死与共的好兄弟。 可是他们都避开了。 人生自古谁无死，死有什么了不起？ 但是男子汉的尊严和义气，却是绝对不容任何人损伤的。 朱猛横刀向司马：“我若死在你的刀下，我的兄弟绝不会再找你。” 他说：“朱猛能死在司马超群的刀下，死亦无憾。” 可是他还是忍不住要回头去看蝶舞一眼，这一眼也许就是他最后一眼。 ——我若死在你的刀下，只希望你能替我照顾她。 这句话也是不会说出来的，朱猛只说：“你若死在我的刀下，我一定会好好照顾你的妻子儿女。” “我的妻子儿女？”司马超群惨笑，“我的妻子儿女恐怕只有等我死在你的刀下后才能去照顾他们了。” 朱猛心沉。 直到现在他才发觉司马的悲伤痛苦也许远比他更重更深。 但是他已拔刀。刀已横。 心也已横了。 生死已在一瞬间，这个世界上恐怕已经没有任何事情能阻止他们这生死一战。 但就在这时候，就在这一瞬间—— “朱猛。” 他忽然听见有人在呼喊，声音仿佛是那么遥远，那么遥远。 可是呼唤他的人就在他身边，一个随时都可以要他去为她而死的女人。 一个他在梦魂中都无法忘记的人。 去者已去，此情未绝。 Dance for you and turn into a butterfly. 朱猛没有回头。 他的刀已在手，他的死敌已在他刀锋前，他的兄弟都在看着他，他已不能回头，他已义无反顾。 “朱猛，”呼唤声又响起，“朱猛。” 那么遥远的呼唤声，又那么近。 那么近的呼声，又那么远，远如浪子梦魂中的归宿。 浪子的归宿远在深深的深深的伤痛中。 朱猛回头。 又是“当”的一声响，朱猛回头，回头时刀已落下，回头时蝶舞正在看着他。 她看见的只有他，他看见的也只有她。 在这一瞬间，所有的人都已不存在，所有的事也都已不存在了。 所有的一切恩怨仇恨愤怒悲哀都已化作了蝴蝶。 蝴蝶飞去。 【six】 蝴蝶飞去又飞来，是来？是去？is a person?是蝶？ “朱猛、朱猛，你在不在？” “我在、我在，我一直都在。” he is. 宝刀不在，雄狮不在，叱咤不可一世的英雄也已不在。 可是他在。 只要她在，他就在。 “朱猛，我错了，你也错了。” “是的，我错了。” “朱猛，我为什么总不明白你心里是怎么样对我的？你为什么总是不让我知道？”蝶舞说，“你为什么总是不让我知道你是多么喜欢我？我为什么总是不让你知道我是多么需要一个喜欢我的人？” 没有回答，有些事总是没有回答的，因为它根本就没有答案。 “朱猛，我要死了，你不要死。”蝶舞说，“我可以死，你不可以死。” 她的声音就如雾中的游丝。 “我已不能再为你而舞了，但我还可以为你而唱。”蝶舞说，“我唱，你听，我一定要唱，你一定要听。” “好，你唱，我听。” there is none left. 没有人，没有怨，没有仇恨，除了她要唱的歌声，什么都没有了。 于是她唱。“宝髻冉冉梳就，铅华淡淡妆成；青烟紫雾罩轻盈，飞絮游丝无定。相见不如不见，有情何似无情；笙歌散后酒初醒，深院月斜人静。” 游丝渐走更远更停。 她唱，她已唱过。 她停。 天地间所有的一切都已停止，至少在这一瞬间都已停止。 人间己不再有舞，也不再有歌，人间什么都己不再有。 连泪都不再有。 Only blood. 朱猛痴痴地站在那里，痴痴地看着她，忽然一口鲜血吐了出来。