Chapter 19 Chapter 18: Heroes Don't Die

【one】 February 27th. Outside Chang'an City, there are wilderness and poor mountains. There is still some time before dawn, and there is still darkness between the sky and the earth. Outside the light and shadow illuminated by dozens of Kongming lanterns, two figures appeared like ghosts along with the singing, one holding a pipa and the other playing a flute. The figures are hazy and the singing is sad. From the corner of the eye, you can still tell that they are the blind white-headed musicians who sang on the first floor of Chang'an Residence that night. Accompanied by him is still the one who will break your heart when you see it. Blind little girl.

How could they suddenly appear here?Did someone ask them to come here and sing this dirge? "The treasure bun is combed in a hurry, the lead is lightly made up, the green smoke and purple mist are light, and the flying catkins are uncertain." The spring silkworm is dead, but the silk is still unfinished. The wax torch is disabled, and the tears are still wet. Zhu Meng's blood and arrogance all over his face suddenly turned into an uncertain gossamer. Because he saw another person. Suddenly another person appeared in the darkness, like the ghost of a butterfly in a dream, with a light veil covering his face and wearing a light gauze dance dress like a feather cicada.

The dance clothes fluttered. "It's better not to see each other than to see each other. Feeling is like being heartless. After the music is over, the courtyard is quiet and the moon is setting." The dance clothes flutter like butterflies, and the dancers are like butterflies. Zhu Meng did not shed tears, Zhu Meng has no tears. Even the blood seems to have been drained. He knew she was not a butterfly, but her dance brought him into the butterfly's dream again.Seems real but not real, like fantasy but not fantasy. Is it really an illusion? So what?So what?Such a short life, such a precious relationship, why take it too seriously?

Just let him go!Let him know everything!It is best to go with the butterfly. He knew that now anyone could assassinate him with a sword drawn, but he didn't care anymore. He is ready to give up everything. Sima Chaoqun did not let him give up, the singing was still singing, the dancers were still dancing, Sima Chaoqun suddenly rushed over like a cat, trying to kill the butterfly under his sharp claws. Instead of dodging, the dancer went up to meet him with an extremely light dancing posture, first dodged his blow, and suddenly whispered two words in his ear.No one could hear what words she said, but everyone saw the changes in Sima Chaoqun.

"Same." These were the two words she said, two completely meaningless words. "Same." No matter who heard these two words, there would be no reaction, but to Sima Chaoqun, these two words were like a bolt of lightning suddenly struck from mid-air. At this moment, all his movements suddenly stopped, his body and limbs suddenly became stiff, his eyes were full of surprise and fear, and he involuntarily stepped back step by step. "Same." These two words were like some kind of mysterious spell, which took away Sima Chaoqun's soul in an instant. Why is it like this?

A dancer who no one knew who she was or where she came from, two words that anyone would consider meaningless, how could Sima Chaoqun become like this? No one can explain this, but there is something else that everyone can see. ——Sima Chaoqun and Zhu Meng are finished, and their heads will be held in hands in an instant. Although the blind white-headed musician couldn't see anything, there was already a faint sense of desolation and chill in his piano sound. The sky and the earth were suddenly filled with murderous intent, and even the lights became pale and tragic, shining on the pale faces of Sima and Zhu Meng, and also illuminating Gongsun Baojian's hand holding the sword.

The sword is about to be unsheathed, and the head is about to fall to the ground.The tragic light suddenly flickered, and it seemed that a ray of light that was more tragic than the light suddenly flashed in the flickering light. The light flashed and disappeared, and a sword pierced through the chest. The sword in Gongsun Baojian's palm is still not out of its sheath, and has been nailed to the ground by a sword. This sword did not fly from the sky suddenly, it was pierced by a person. It's just that the person and the sword came too fast, the person and the sword seemed to be one.

This sword was stabbed by this person?Or did this person fly over with this sword? No one can tell, and no one can see clearly. But everyone has seen this man clearly. At first glance, this person looks like Sima Chaoqun when he was young, handsome, tall, handsome, and mighty.Wearing clothes that are perfectly tailored, made of very noble materials, and brightly colored, her bright eyes are full of confidence. At a glance, almost no one could recognize him as Gao Jianfei, the unnamed swordsman who lived in the world in the past. 【two】 The music had stopped, the dance had stopped, and the dancers crouched on the ground, as if they dared not look up to see such bloody murder again.

Xiao Gao pulled out his sword, there was not a trace of blood on the long sword like autumn water, only a little tear stain. Gongsun Qi'er looked at this man and this sword in surprise, although the long stick in his hand was ready to stab with a long spear, he no longer had the courage to stab it. Zhu Meng and Sima Chaoqun were still standing there in a daze, as if they didn't see anything. Gongsun Qier suddenly shouted: "Where are you people? Are you all dead? Why don't you come here?" A person outside the light and shadow said in a very gentle voice: "This time you are right, all your people are indeed dead, and the lantern holders have been replaced by my people."

Shi Shiran walked over from the darkness alone in Chinese clothes, sable fur, and hands behind his back.His gait was serene and graceful, and no one could tell he was a crippled cripple. Gongsun Qier's expression changed: "Zhuo Donglai, it's you." "It's me, of course it's me." Zhuo Donglai said leisurely: "Only I will deal with you the same way you deal with others, how Zhu Meng's subordinates died, your subordinates also died, how you want to kill, I will kill you as well "He smiled: "You should also know that I have always done things fairly."

Gongsun Qi'er suddenly slid forward, stabbing Zhuo Donglai's eyebrows with a long stick in the style of a phoenix. When the long stick flew forward, the stick was out of his hand, and his person had turned backwards. He turned over with a kite in the air, and he was already out of the light and shadow, and he was about to disappear into the darkness.This quick response and strong adaptability are exactly the accumulation of the essence of martial arts and wisdom in his life. It's a pity that he was still a little slow. When he jumped, he saw a dazzling sword light flying up like a rainbow, and suddenly it was in front of him. Senhan's sword light stabbed him so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes. When he was able to open his eyes, he could no longer see the sword light, but only saw a section of the hilt, which seemed to grow out of his body suddenly, growing on his chest. Until his body fell to the ground like a stone, he was still looking at the hilt with surprise and fear in his eyes.It seems that he still doesn't understand why there is such a sword hilt suddenly on his own chest.But he already knew where the edge of the sword was. The blade had sunk into his chest. Let go of the sword, one blow is fatal. "Such a fast sword, such a fast strike!" Zhuo Donglai bowed to Xiao Gao in respect, "The power of this sword alone is enough to lead the escort." "To lead the Escort Bureau?" Zhu Meng seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, turned around slowly, and looked at Xiao Gao with his big eyes that seemed to have cracked eye sockets. "Now you have commanded the Great Escort?" Xiao Gao was silent. "Okay, what a Gao Jianfei." Zhu Meng laughed loudly, "Now you are really flying gradually." His laughter is like cracking silk. "If you came to take the head on my neck, just take it." Zhu Meng hissed and laughed, "I have long wanted to give it to someone, and it is better to give it to you than to others." Xiao Gao didn't smile, and didn't respond. In just a few days, he had trained himself to be a rock-like person, and he didn't even have the slightest expression on his face. Zhu Meng shouted: "Why haven't you come over yet, what are you waiting for?" "I'm not in a hurry, why should you be in a hurry?" Xiao Gao said flatly, "I'm willing to wait, and you should be able to wait too." He suddenly turned to face Sima Chaoqun: "Of course you should know what I'm waiting for?" After a long time, Sima Chaoqun slowly raised his head, as if seeing this person for the first time, as if he had completely forgotten all the people and things in the past. After a long time, he asked Xiao Gao in a very strange voice. "what are you waiting for?" "Waiting to settle an old account between you and me." "Okay, very good." Sima Chaoqun's voice seemed to be full of indescribable sadness, "Now is indeed the time to settle accounts, what people owe me and what I owe others should be settled now. " "Based on your current situation, I shouldn't have forced you to take action." Gao Jianfei said coldly, "But when you defeated me last time, my situation was not much better than yours now." Sima Chaoqun actually smiled. "I didn't blame you at all, why did you talk too much?" "Wait a minute." Zhu Meng suddenly shouted: "Could it be that you have forgotten the agreement between you and me now?" Sima Chaoqun's face darkened. "You'd better go away. This is a matter between me and Gao Jianfei. Whoever wants to reach out, I will die." Zhuo Donglai sighed softly. "Although a hero has come to an end, he is still a hero after all." He said, "Master Zhu, you are also a hero for a lifetime, and you should also know what he thinks. Why do you let his reputation be ruined for a lifetime?" He didn't even look at Zhu Meng anymore, walked over and drew the sword on Gongsun Qi'er's chest. There was still no blood on the sword, only a little tear stain. Zhuo Donglai pinched the tip of the sword with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and sent the hilt towards Gao Jianfei. "This is your sword." Xiao Gao didn't reach out to catch the sword. "I know it's my sword, but I also know he doesn't have one." "He didn't, you did." Xiao Gao smiled. "Yes, he didn't, but I did. The current situation seems to be like this." Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "There are many things like this in this world." "I understand." Xiao Gao said, "I have fully understood what you mean." He finally reached out. His hand finally grasped the hilt of his sword. At this moment, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he stabbed the sword out. The point of the sword will never be more than one foot away from Zhuo Donglai's chest, the point of the sword was aimed at his own heart.He actually pinched it with only two fingers, and handed over the hilt to someone else.No one can make such a mistake, and those who have committed such a mistake must have died under the sword of others. Zhuo Donglai is no exception. In this case, he has absolutely no room for defense and parry. Gao Jianfei has been waiting for such an opportunity. His eyes were fixed on Zhuo Donglai's face, because everything he did was to wait for this moment. The moment the sword edge pierced Zhuo Donglai's heart. ——What kind of expression will be on his face at this moment? Zhuo Donglai didn't even have any expression on his face. Because everything was within his expectation, when the sword stabbed, his body had already retreated. The sword does not stop, and then stabs forward. He backed away again. This sword has exhausted all its strength, and the remaining power is endless. He retreats again. The tip of the sword was still pinched by him with two fingers, still keeping the same distance from his chest. Xiao Gao stopped. His clothes were soaked when he stopped. Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, and said to him in a gentle and indifferent voice: "You have really worked hard this time." Zhuo Dong said, "In order to wait for such an opportunity, you really spent a lot of effort and effort. You have really done a good job. I really should let you kill me." There was no sarcasm in his voice, for what he said was nothing but the truth. "But I must let you know that it is not easy to kill a person like me, and I cannot let you get it too easily." Zhuo Dong said, "Besides, it is useless even if you kill me." Gao Jianfei has been listening. He just listens. At this moment, everyone can only listen to Zhuo Donglai. Apart from him, what can others say? He suddenly said a word, which surprised everyone. "If you kill me, you will die too." Zhuo Donglai said to Xiao Gao, "If your sword really pierced my chest, at that moment, you will surely die too, and it is very likely that you will die sooner than me." faster." Zhuo Donglai has always been a person who rarely tells lies, but what he said this time is really hard to believe. Xiao Gao couldn't help asking: "Are you saying that if I stabbed you with that sword, I would die faster than you?" "yes." "why?" "Because I know that there are at least five kinds of hidden weapons in the world that can really seal the throat with blood, and can kill people in an instant." Zhuo Dong said, "There are at least three people in the world who can use this type of hidden weapon." "Oh?" "The most important point is that I also know that one of these three people has already arrived here, and has already pointed one of the five hidden weapons at your back." Zhuo Dong said: "If your sword pierced my chest, I would be very happy and proud at that time. No matter who is at that time, it is inevitable that they will be negligent, and you will be no exception." This is undoubtedly true. "Just when you are the happiest, you will suddenly feel as if you have been bitten by a bug on your back," Zhuo Dong said, "you will suddenly fall down, and your heart will stop beating when you fall down. Probably not dead yet." Cold sweat was already streaming down Xiao Gao's back. Zhuo Donglai said leisurely: "But now you can rest assured, because now I'm not dead, he probably doesn't dare to make a move for the time being, because this person, like us, has always been reluctant to do things that are not sure." "Who is this guy?" "If you want to know who this person is, you have to figure out three things first." Zhuo Donglai said to Xiao Gao. "Three what?" "First, how could Brother Gongsun know that such a major change was going to take place in the Escort five days ago? Come here in time." Zhuo Dong said, "Second, this dancer covered in a light veil Where did it come from? Sima Chaoqun was going to kill her because of Zhu Meng, why did he retreat after hearing her say two words, and he seemed to be a different person." Xiao Gao couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out both things. Zhuo Donglai woke him up again: "Actually, these two things can also be counted as one thing! It's like a room with two doors, but only one key can be used to open it." Xiao Gao smiled wryly: "It's a pity that I don't have this key, and I don't know where to find it." "The key is usually on the body of the living person. When the person is dead, there is no need to carry the key." Zhuo Donglai said flatly, "But if you want to find this key, you might as well go to the dead person to find it." "Who is this dead man?" "Brother Gongsun can't predict the future. If they can come in time, of course someone asked them to come." Zhuo Donglai asked, "But who can predict that my thirty-year friendship with Sima will be ruined five days ago?" In an instant?" He answered the question himself: "There is only one person." Zhuo Dong said, "I turned against Sima because of this person." "Is this man a dead man?" "Yes, it was supposed to be a dead person." Zhuo Dong said, "She knows that Sima will not let me go after she is dead, because she has already placed a poisonous knife between us when she was alive." Xiao Gao There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he suddenly asked Zhuo Donglai. "Can a woman disguise another woman as herself, and hide it from her own husband?" "If she is alive, of course we can't hide it." Zhuo Dong said, "But if she has been dead for a few days, the situation is different." He said: "After a few days after a person dies, the muscles are twisted and stiff, and the appearance will change. If she was hanged, the changes will be more and more terrible. No matter who she is, she will hide it. " Xiao Gao sighed: "If a person returns home and suddenly finds that his wife and children have died tragically, he probably won't be able to see everything clearly." Zhuo Donglai asked word by word: "If he suddenly finds out that his wife is not dead, what will happen to him?" "At this time, he will probably suddenly become another person." Xiao Gao sighed again: "What is this for? How can a woman be so cruel, how can she do such a thing?" "In this world there is a kind of person who can do anything, no matter he is a man or a woman." Zhuo Dong said, "You can't figure it out, just because you are not this kind of person." "What about you?" Xiao Gao asked Zhuo Donglai, "Are you this kind of person?" "I'm." 【three】 Sima Chaoqun's pale face was completely drained of color, and even Zhu Meng felt terribly uncomfortable for him when he saw it. The ecstatic dancer was still lying on the ground, as if he didn't hear what Zhuo Donglai was saying at all. Zhuo Donglai looked at her coldly: "Actually, I don't blame you, because we are the same kind of people." Zhuo Dong said, "Of course you have already seen that there are three people in the Escort who are always at odds with me, and they are the only three. Individuals can deal with me, so you have been secretly communicating with them, so now you can find them in time." The dancer was speechless. "You did this just to protect yourself." Zhuo Dong said, "I would never have poisoned you because of this, but it's a pity that you took a wrong step." His voice suddenly changed again, and he said word by word in his unique tone: "No matter why you are, you shouldn't treat Sima Chaoqun like this." From the outside, Zhuo Donglai is not a vicious and vicious person, but whenever he speaks in this tone, no matter who hears it, they will feel horrified and shudder. Of course Sima Chaoqun knew him best. Every time he heard him speak to a person in that tone, that person should have been sentenced to death. "You can't touch her." Sima suddenly jumped forward, blocked the mysterious dancer with his body, and said sharply: "No matter what she did, I don't blame her. All these years, I have been sorry for her, even if I died at her hands Here, I don't allow you to touch her at all." Zhuo Donglai's face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted, "Be careful." His warning was still a step too late. The dancers on the ground had already jumped up, calling out in a mournful voice: "If you want to die, go to die." Amidst the shouts, three cold stars shot out, flying towards Sima's back. Zhuo Donglai hooked Sima down with his left foot, cut Xiao Gao's weak side with his right palm, Xiao Gao threw down the hilt of the sword, Zhuo Donglai used his left hand that had been holding the sword to wrap around the long sword, the hilt was already in his right hand.These actions are almost completed at the same instant, which is unbelievably fast. Unfortunately, he was one step too late. Although Sima's body was hooked down, and although two of the three concealed weapons were knocked crookedly, one of them still penetrated into the arm under his left shoulder. Zhuo Donglai didn't even think about it, he waved his sword and sliced ​​it out, the sword light flashed, and Sima's arm was cut off from the shoulder. Vipers bite hands, strong men cut off their wrists. Xiao Gao also knew that there must be poison in the hidden weapon, and it was the only way to prevent the poison from spreading and save Sima's life. But he still had to ask himself - if he were Zhuo Donglai, would he be able to make such a decision at this moment, would he be able to make it? The sword wind swayed the dancer's veil, revealing her face. Wu Wan. This mysterious dancer turned out to be Wu Wan. 【Four】 The severed arm fell, blood spattered, but Sima Chaoqun's body was still standing there like a javelin, unstoppable. The sword light flashed again, and went straight to Wu Wan. Sima used his unbroken hand to snatch Zhuo Donglai's sword with his bare hands. "You can't touch her." Sima's voice was miserable and hoarse, "I said, no matter if I live or die, you can't touch her." His arm was broken, but his breath was not broken. Zhuo Donglai's sword seemed to be forced by his energy, and he couldn't move anymore. "Wu Wan, I still don't blame you," Sima said, "You go." Wu Wan looked at him, and looked at her husband with a look that no one could describe. "Yes, I'm leaving," she said softly, "I should have been." But she didn't leave. She rushed over suddenly, hugged him, put her face on his severed arm, and used her face to block the blood from his wound. Blood was streaming down her face, and tears were streaming down her face. "But I have gone wrong in my life, and I can't go wrong anymore." Wu Wan said, "I will never go wrong again this time." She has chosen her path to go. The only way. The sword in Zhuo Donglai's hand was still there. Wu Wan suddenly hugged her husband tightly, and slammed into the tip of the sword. The blade immediately pierced her back, passed through her heart, and then pierced Sima's heart. This sword was originally an extremely sharp sword. This sword pierced two hearts. "Tongtong," Wu Wan moaned and whispered, "Tongtong, we finally died at the same time in the same year, the same month and the same day, and we finally died together." These were the last words she said in this life. "A sword has no heart, a hero has no tears." Sima Chaoqun was still standing there like a javelin, still not crying. He didn't fall down until he died, and he didn't shed tears until he died. 【Fives】 The hero's tears have turned into green blood. There was still no blood on the sword, only a little tear stain, but now even this mysterious tear stain seemed to have been dyed red by the hero's green blood. The sword was still in Zhuo Donglai's hand, and Zhuo Donglai was staring at the tears on the sword. He didn't go to see Sima, nor did he go to see Wu Wan. There will be no tears in his eyes. But he has been staring at this tear stain all the time, as if he suddenly discovered that there is a mysterious and evil power in this tear stain, and all the misfortunes are caused by it.After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said, "The three people who came today, the one who is really scary is not Brother Gongsun, but the third person." Zhuo Donglai's voice was cold. "This person shouldn't have died, because he is too smart and powerful. Few people can match his hidden weapons and disguise skills. If he just left quietly, I might pretend not to know, because I will definitely use him in the future.” "He hasn't left yet?" "He didn't leave." Zhuo Dong said, "Because he also knows that he has done something wrong, and I will not let him go." He turned around suddenly, facing the white-headed and blind old pharmacist, and said word by word: "Mr. Ji, do you really think I don't recognize you?" The white-headed musician has been standing in the haze between the light and the darkness, the light is also hazy, and the people are also hazy. The little girl with braids was also standing beside him with her pipa in her arms. There was neither sadness nor fear on her pale face. I don't know if it was because she couldn't see anything at all, or because she was completely numb. . The white-headed musician held Dongxiao in one hand and supported her shoulder with the other, with no expression on his face. "Mr. Ji," Zhuo Donglai said to him again, "Three stars kill you, change your shape in two steps, and kill your family in one trick. Mr. Ji, your disguise is indeed brilliant, and your means are even better." The white-headed musician actually spoke, and said: "Thank you for the compliment, thank you very much." "Mr. Ji, you want Wu Wan to perform the Butterfly Dance, and you will destroy the fighting spirit of the Hall Master Zhu and Sima Chaoqun of the Lion Hall in an instant." Zhuo Dong said, "You did it really well. " "Thank you very much." "The white-headed musician accompanied his charming little granddaughter to sing on the street. No one would take a closer look at this blind white-haired old man. So you pretended to be him and brought his granddaughter here. Wu Wan's dance is covered by her song, and she is used to attract others' attention." Zhuo Dong said: "Although no one can distinguish the appearance of that white-headed musician, his Xiao Sheng is far beyond your Xiao Sheng, and everyone can distinguish it." Zhuo Dong said, "It's just that at that time In this case, no one will pay attention to this." "You're right." Mr. Ji actually admitted, "That's exactly what I think." "Mr. Ji, you are really a talent, a remarkable talent, I have always admired you." Zhuo Donglai's gentle and courteous voice suddenly changed again, and he said in his unique tone: "But you really shouldn't have handed over your extinct needle to Wu Wan. You really did something wrong in this matter." Mr. Ji sighed, and sighed in a sad voice: "I admit that I was wrong, although I never thought that Wu Wan would use it to deal with Sima, but Sima died because of it, I should have thought of Zhuo The master will definitely settle the account on me." "Maybe you only thought of killing others at that time, but forgot that it was also a sharp weapon for your own self-defense." Mr. Ji also admitted. "No matter what, I shouldn't have given that tube of needles to others." He sighed again, and told Zhuo Donglai in a whispering voice: "Fortunately, I still have a few tubes." His voice was very low, as if he was telling a secret in his heart to a close friend. Zhuo Donglai had to listen carefully to hear it. While he was listening, Mr. Ji's needles had already been shot out, from the sleeves of his hands and the hole in his hand respectively. These three needles were enough to seal off all Zhuo Donglai's escape routes. . One tube of three needles is enough to kill souls, let alone three tubes?What's more, its needle barrel and machine are specially designed, and its speed is much faster than most hidden weapons in the world. It's a pity that Zhuo Donglai was faster, he didn't dodge at all, but the sword in his hand had drawn a dazzling arc.The sword energy swirls violently, like a powerful vortex suddenly gushing out of the muddy water.Nine o'clock Hanxing was sucked into this vortex by this force in an instant, and when the sword light disappeared, the three barrel needles also disappeared. Mr. Ji's heart also sank. Gao Jianfei is a sword learner, and he couldn't help but praise him loudly. "Good swordsmanship!" Zhuo Donglai smiled and said: "Your sword is also a good sword, very good." He suddenly turned to ask Mr. Ji again. "It was also a good opportunity when I spoke just now, why didn't you take the opportunity to shoot out your remaining needle?" Mr. Ji clenched his hands tightly, and his hands were full of cold sweat. "How do you know that I still have two cylinders of needles, and you even know how many cylinders I have?" "I probably know a little bit about you." Zhuo Dong said, "Probably a little more than you imagined." Mr. Ji began to sigh again. "Mr. Zhuo, you are indeed stronger than me and everyone else. You should succeed." He said sadly, "From now on, I will never betray you again." "From now on?" Zhuo Donglai seemed very surprised, "Do you really think you have a 'later'?" Mr. Ji's face did not change, and his face will not change after a person has changed his face. But his whole body changed, like a poisonous snake suddenly facing a crane, becoming tense and distorted. "What do you want from me?" He asked Zhuo Donglai, "You can do whatever you want with me." Zhuo Donglai nodded. "I don't want you to pretend, I just want you to do the simplest thing." He said, "Everyone can do this." Mr. Ji didn't realize that his pupils had constricted, but he was still asking him, "What do you want me to do?" Zhuo Donglai said word by word: "I want you to die." Death is indeed a very simple matter sometimes. Mr. Ji died soon after, and he died just when the sword in Zhuo Donglai's hand began to shine again.The sword light only flashed, and it pierced his throat. Gao Jianfei couldn't help but praised again: "Good swordsmanship, this sword is so fast." Zhuo Donglai smiled again: "Your sword is also a good sword, it is better than I imagined, I seem to be a little reluctant to return it to you." 【six】 Zhu Meng has not moved, and has been very silent. He was definitely not this kind of person. Sima's death would have made his blood boil and he would scream wildly. He didn't move, because Sima's death suddenly reminded him of many things, and everything pierced his heart like a spear. ——Why did Wu Wan do this?Is it for revenge?Or to protect yourself? When a person does something wrong, but blames others for the cause of the mistake, instead of feeling remorse in his heart, he is full of hatred, and wants to take revenge on others.This behavior is one of the most primitive weaknesses of human beings. It is the same mentality that a person hurts others to protect himself for the sake of doing something for himself. Selfishness, even the sages and immortals are difficult to break through this level, let alone mortals. But Zhu Meng thought differently. It suddenly occurred to him that Wu Wan did this probably because she loved Sima so much that she couldn't help herself. Love to this extent, love to this form, love to the end is destruction. So she destroyed herself, not only destroying herself, but also destroying what she loved. Sima could understand this, so he didn't blame her until his death. Where is Die Wu? When Zhuo Donglai ordered his subordinates to attack the Lion Hall at night, why did Die Wu run away?Would rather be used by Zhuo Donglai than run away? She left for "love"?Or did you leave for "not loving"? If she loves Zhu Meng like Wu Wan loves Sima, but thinks that Zhu Meng doesn't care about her, of course she will leave. If she doesn't love Zhu Meng at all, of course she has to leave. But if she really didn't love him, why did she care so much about Zhu Meng?Why die? Not to love is to hate, and to love too much will become hate. There is only a thin line between love and hate. Is it love or hate?Can anyone tell the difference?Who can figure out such a thing? Zhu Meng suddenly laughed wildly. "Sima Chaoqun, you died well, very well." His laughter was as shrill as an ape's cry: "You should have died, because you were a hopeless idiot." When he finished laughing Only then did Zhuo Donglai ask coldly, "What about you?" "I'm more damned than him." Zhu Meng said, "I've long wanted to give my head to others, but it's a pity that others don't want it, but you want me to die at your hands. I really don't want to die." Xiao Gao suddenly said loudly: "You can't die." He rushed over in one step, stood side by side with Zhu Meng, and firmly held Zhu Meng's arm: "Anyone who wants to touch him has to kill me first." Zhuo Dong came to see Xiao Gao, as if he was looking at a spoiled child, although he was a little angry, but still full of pity. "No matter how you treat me, I have never touched you, even when you wanted me to die." Zhuo Dong said, "I believe you should already understand what I mean." Xiao Gao can't deny it! "Of course I understand." He said, "You want to make me the second Sima Chaoqun." Zhuo Donglai sighed silently. "He is the only friend in my life. No matter how he treats me, I have not changed to him." "I believe." "Do you believe that I can kill you at any time?" "Your martial arts and swordsmanship are so high that I can't match them, and your scheming is unmatched by anyone in the world." Gao Jianfei said, "You just said that Mr. Ji is a great talent. In fact, the real great person is not him, but you. No one can but admire you." He stared at Zhuo Donglai, and suddenly said word by word in Zhuo Donglai's unique tone: "But it's useless even if you kill me, even if I die, I can't let you touch Zhu Meng." Xiao Gao said, "What's more I still have a breath, as long as I still have this breath, you may not be able to defeat me." out of breath? What kind of breath is this breath?Is righteousness?Is it chivalrous?Is it courage?Is it loyalty?Or is it a bloody mixture of these kinds of qi with the blood of a man? Zhuo Donglai's pupils gradually began to shrink again. "I also have to admit that you do have a breath of energy." He asked Xiao Gao, "But where is your sword?" "In your hands." "In my hand, it's mine." Zhuo Donglai asked again, "Do you still have the sword?" "No." Zhuo Donglai smiled: "You don't, I do." There is a sword in hand, and the sword is out of the sheath. The sword is a sharp weapon that blows hair and hair, and the hands are also a pair of terrifying hands, even more terrifying than the sword. After killing someone with these hands, not only could no blood be seen, there wasn't even a trace of tears. "If you must do this, you should do it." Zhuo Dong said, "Maybe this is your fate, and no one can change a person's fate." This person, his hands, and his sword can indeed determine a person's life, death and fate in an instant. Zhu Meng suddenly looked up and smiled again: "A man, what joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death? I, Zhu Meng, did not finally understand the meaning of these two sentences until today." His laughter gradually faded, "Gao Jianfei, I, Zhu Meng, was able to make you a friend, so my death was not wronged, but you are still young, so you don't have to work hard for me." Speaking of this, he suddenly picked up the sword that Gongsun Baojian had fallen on the ground with his toes, picked it up with one hand, hooked his arms around the back of his neck, as long as his hand was strong, his head would fall to the ground. But his hand was already held by Xiao Gao, and he held the edge of the sword with the other hand. With a sound of "Ding", he snapped off the sword from the hilt. Zhu Meng looked at him and asked sharply, "Why don't you let me die?" "Why are you dying?" "Because I want you to live," Zhu Meng said, "I should have died a long time ago. After I die, you don't have to fight Zhuo Donglai. It’s a waste of a lifetime.” "You are wrong." Gao Jianfei said, "Whether you live or die now has nothing to do with our battle today. Regardless of whether you live or die, this battle is imperative." "why?" “因为现在卓东来已经不会放过我，”高渐飞说，“我若不死，他就要死在我手里，若是我此刻就能杀了他，就绝不会让他活到日出时。” 他用力握紧朱猛的手：“你刚才说的两句话也错了，大丈夫既生于世，要活，就要活得快快乐乐，要死，也要死得有价值。”高渐飞说，“现在你若死了，只不过白白陪我送给别人一条命而已，死得实在一文不值。” 卓东来忽然笑了笑：“他说得对，等他死了，你再死也不迟，为什么要急着把这条命送出去？难道你以为我会谢谢你？” 朱猛的手放松了，小高却把他的手握得更紧。 “今日我若不死，我不但要助你重振雄狮堂，而且还要整顿大镖局。” 小高说，“我们来日方长，还大有可为，只要我们还活着，就千万不要轻言'死'字。” 卓东来又叹了口气：“这句话他也说得对，人活着为什么要死？为什么要把自己的性命看得如此轻贱？”他叹息着说，“只可惜到了非死不可的时候，谁都难免一死，无论谁都不能例外。” 他看着小高，瞳孔已收缩。 “现在你就已到了非死不可的时候。”卓东来说，“因为你又做错了一件事。” "What's up?" “你刚才不该将那柄剑拗断的。”卓东来说，“如果有剑在手，你大概还可以抵挡我三十招，可是现在我在十招间就能取你的性命。” 这句话他刚说完，就听见一个人用一种冷淡而高傲的声音说：“这一次错的恐怕是你了。” 【seven】 曙色渐临，使得灯光渐感黯淡，荒山间已有一阵乳白色的晨雾升起。 迷雾中忽然出现了一个雾一般不可捉摸的人，手里还提着口比他这个人更神秘的箱子。 “萧泪血，是你。” “是我。”萧泪血冷冷淡淡地说：“你大概以为我已经不会来了，因为你对你的君子香一定很有把握。”他说，“其实你也应该知道，像这样的君子通常都是不太可靠的。” 卓东来长长叹息：“萧泪血，萧先生，你为什么总是要在不该出现的时候出现呢？” “大概因为我天生就是这种人吧。” “我不喜欢这种人，很不喜欢。”卓东来的声音恢复冷静，“我以前也曾遇到过这种人。” “现在他们是不是都已死在你手里？” "yes." “你是不是想激我出手？” "yes." 卓东来面对雾中的人影，居然完全没有一点畏惧之意。 “我说过，如果到了非死不可的时候，谁也逃不过的。”他的声音听来居然也和萧泪血一样，一样冷淡而高傲，“可是我也相信，你自己恐怕也未必有把握能断定，今日究竟是谁要死在谁的手里。” 朱猛吃惊地看着他，就好像从来都没有看见过这个人一样。 因为他从来都没有想到卓东来是这么样一个人，这么骄傲。 因为他也不知道一个人的内心如果充满了自卑，往往就会变成一个最骄傲的人。 何况卓东来的手里还有“泪痕”。 有的人相信命运，有的人不信。 可是大多数人都承认，冥冥中确实有一种冷酷而无情的神秘的力量，这个世界上确实有些无法解释的事竟是因为这种力量而发生的。 ——宝剑初出，已经被神鬼共嫉，要将铸剑者的一个亲人作为这柄剑的祭礼，一定要用这个人的鲜血，才能洗掉铸剑者滴落在剑上的泪痕，才能化去这柄剑的暴戾凶煞之气。 铸剑的萧大师无疑是个相信命运的人，所以他才会在剑上流下那点泪痕。 萧泪血呢？ 他相信不相信呢，雾中的人还是像雾一般不可捉摸，谁也猜不出他的心事。 但是他却忽然问小高：“高渐飞，你的剑还在不在？” “不在了，我已经没有了。”小高说，“我没有，他有。” “这就是你的灵机。”萧泪血说，“你失却你的剑，是你的运气，你拗断那柄剑，是你的灵机。” “灵机？为什么是我的灵机？”高渐飞说，“我不懂。” “因为我只肯将我的破剑之术传给没有剑的人。”萧泪血说，“你的手里如果还有剑，如果你没有拗断那柄剑，我也不肯传给你。” “传给我什么？破剑之术？”小高还是不懂，“什么叫破剑之术？” “天下没有破不了的剑法，也没有拆不断的剑，更没有不败的剑客。” 萧泪血说，“如果你用的兵器和招式适当，只要遇到使剑的人，你就能破其法拆其剑杀其人，这就叫破剑之术。” 他的声音仿佛也充满了一种神秘的力量。 “二十年前，我将天下使剑的名家都视如蛇蝎猛兽，可是现在，我却将他们视如粪土。”萧泪血说，“现在他们在我眼中看来，都已不堪一击了。” 他忽然又问小高：“高渐飞，你的灵机还在不在？” “好像还在。” "Then you come here." “卓东来呢？” “他可以等一等，我不会让他等多久的。” 【Eight】 卓东来看着小高走过去，非但没有阻拦，而且连一点反应都没有，就好像他很愿意等，等小高练成那种破剑之术。 可惜他一定练不成的，卓东来告诉自己：就算萧泪血真的有破剑之术，也绝不是短短片刻间就可以练得成的。 可是他们两个人之间也许的确有种神秘而不可解释的关系存在，能够使他们的心灵沟通。 也许小高真的能用那一点灵机领会到破剑之术的奥秘。 卓东来虽然一直在安慰自己，心里却还是感到有一种巨大的压力。 因为他对萧泪血这个人一直都有种无法解释的恐惧，总觉得这个人好像天生就有一种能够克制他的能力——一种已经被诸神诸魔祝福诅咒过的神秘能力，一种又玄妙又邪恶的能力。 萧泪血已经打开了他的箱子。 这时候天已亮了，旭日刚刚升起，东方的云堆中刚刚有一线阳光射出。 就在这一瞬间，只听见“格、格、格、格”四声响音，萧泪血手里已经出现了一件神奇的武器。 自东方照射过来的第一线阳光，也就在这一瞬间，刚好照在这件武器上，使得它忽然闪起一种又玄妙又邪恶的光采。 没有人见过这种武器，也没有知道它究竟有什么巧妙之处。 可是每个看到它的人，都会感觉到它那种奇妙而邪恶的力量。 卓东来的眼睛里忽然也发出了光。 也就在这一瞬间，他心里忽然也有一点灵机触发，忽然间就已经想到了一个十拿九稳的法子，绝对可以在瞬息间将高渐飞置于死地。 他的身体里忽然间就充满了信心和力量，一种他从来未曾有过的巨大力量，连他自己都被震撼。 这种感觉就好像忽然也有某种神灵带着对生命的诅咒降临到他身上，要借他的手，把一个人从这个世界上彻底消灭。 这口箱子里本来就好像锁着个勾魂夺命的恶鬼，只要箱子一开，就一定有一个人的性命会被夺走，也被锁入这口箱子里，万劫不复。 卓东来一向不信神鬼仙佛，可是他相信这件事，就正如他相信这个世界上的确有种人类无法解释的力量存在。 因为现在他自己已经感觉到这种力量。 萧泪血已经把手里的武器交给了小高。 “现在你不妨去吧，去把卓先生的命带回来。”他说，“这件武器至今还没有在世上出现过，以后恐怕也不会再出现了。”萧泪血的声音也像是来自幽冥的恶咒：“因为上天要我创出来这件武器，就是为了要用它来对付卓先生的，它出现的时候，就是卓先生的死期，不管它在谁的手里都一样，都一样能要他的命。” 【Nine】 密密的云层又遮住了阳光，连灯光也已熄灭，天色阴沉，杀机已动，连神鬼都无法挽回。 高渐飞已飞鸟般掠过来。 卓东来的眼睛针子般盯着他手里的武器，忽然大声把手里的“泪痕”向小高掷了过去。 “这是你的剑，我还给你。” 没有人能想得到他这一着，小高也想不到。 这柄剑已经跟随他多年，始终都在他身边，已经变成他生命中极重要的一部分，甚至可以说已经变成他身体的一部分，已经和他的骨肉血脉结成一体。 所以他连想都没有想，就接下了这柄剑——用他握剑的手接下了这柄剑，就好像已经完全忘记他这只手里本来已经握住了一件破剑的武器。 在这一瞬间，他好像已经完全没有思想，完全不能控制自己。 因为一个有理性的人只有在这种情况下才会做出这么愚蠢的事。 Zhuo Donglai smiled. 现在小高又有剑了，可是破剑的武器却已经被他夺在手里。 他是个智慧极高的人，眼睛也比别人利，萧泪血说的话又太多了一点，让他有足够的时间把这件形式构造都极奇特的武器看得很清楚，而且已经看出了这件武器确实有很多地方可以克制住对手的剑，甚至已经看出了运用它的方法。 无论他的对手是谁都一样。 只有萧泪血这样的人才能创出这样的武器，只有卓东来这佯的人才能把这么样一件事做得这么绝。 这两个看来完全不同的人，在某些方面意见却完全相同，就连思想都仿佛能互相沟通。 朱猛的脸色惨变。 他想不到小高会做出这么笨的事，以后的变化却让他更想不到。 高渐飞忽然又飞鸟般飞掠而起，抖起了一团剑花，向卓东来刺了过去。 他本来不该先出手的，可是他一定要在卓东来还没有摸清这件武器的构造和效用时取得先机。 他无疑也低估了卓东来的智慧和眼力。 耀眼的剑光中仿佛有无数剑影闪动，可是剑只有一柄。 这无数剑影中，当然只有一招是实。 卓东来一眼就看出了哪一着是实招，对这种以虚招掩护实招的攻击技术，他远比世上大多数的人都了解得多。 他也看出了这件武器上最少有四五个部分的结构，都可以把对方的剑势封锁，甚至可以乘势把对方的剑夺下来，然后再进击时就是致命的一击了。但是他并不想做得这么绝。 对于运用这件武器的技巧，他还不纯熟，为什么不先借小高的剑来练习练习？ 他已经有绝对的把握，可以随时要小高的命。 所以他一点都不急。 小高的剑刺来，他也把掌中的武器迎上去，试探着用上面的一个钩环去锁小高的剑。 “叮”的一声，剑与钩相击，这件武器竟突然发出了任何人都料想不到的妙用，突然竟有一部分结构弹出，和这个环钩配合，就好像一个钳子一样，一下子就把小高的剑钳住。 卓东来又惊又喜，他实在也想不到这件武器竟有这么大的威力。 让他更想不到的是，小高的这柄剑竟然又从这件武器中穿了出来。 这本来就是绝对不可能的事。 构造这么复杂巧妙的武器，怎么可能让对方的剑从中间穿过来？ 难道这件武器的构造，本来就故意留下了一个刚好可以让一柄剑穿过去的空隙？小高故意让自己的剑被锁住，就是为了要利用这致命的一着？ 卓东来已经不能去想这件事了。 就是这电光石火般的一刹那间，小高的剑已刺入了他的心口，只刺入了一寸七分，因为这柄剑只有这么长。 可是这么长就已足够了，一寸七分刚好已经达到可以致命的深度，刚好刺入了卓东来的心脏。 ——这件武器本来就是特地创出来对付卓东来的。 ——因为只有卓东来才能在那片刻间看出这件武器的构造，只有卓东来才会用自己掌中的剑去换这件武器，别的人非但做不到，连想都想不到。——不幸的是，卓东来想到的，萧泪血也全都先替他想到了，而且早已算准了他会这么做。 ——这件武器本来就是萧泪血特地布置下的陷阱，等着卓东来自己一脚踏进去。 现在卓东来终于明白了。 “萧泪血，萧先生，我果然没有看错，你果然就是我的凶煞，我早就算准了我迟早要死于你手，”他惨然道，“否则我怎么会上你这个当？” 萧泪血冷冷地看着他：“你记不记得我说过，无论这件武器在谁手里，都可以致你于死地，就算在你自己手里也一样！”他的声音更冷漠，“你应该知道我说的一向都是实话。” 卓东来惨笑。 他的笑震动了他的心脉，也震动了剑锋，他忽然又觉得心头一阵刺痛，因为剑锋又刺深了一分，他的生命距离死亡也只有一线了。 小高轻轻地把这柄剑拔了出来，那件武器也轻轻地从剑上滑落。 云层忽又再开，阳光又穿云而出，刚好照在这柄剑上。 卓东来看着这柄剑，脸上忽然露出恐怖之极的表情。 “泪痕呢？”他嘶声问，“剑上的泪痕怎么不见了？难道我……” 他没有说出这个让他死也不能瞑目的问题。 ——难道他也是萧大师的亲人，难道他那个从未见过面的父亲就是萧大师？所以他一死在剑下，泪痕也同时消失？ ——抑或是鬼神之说毕竟不可信，剑上这一点泪痕忽然消失，只不过因为此刻刚好到了它应该消失的时候？ 没有人能回答这问题，也许那亭中的老人本来可以回答的，只可惜老人已死在卓东来的手里。 萧泪血要去问这个老人的，也许就是这件事，如果老人将答案告诉了他，他也许就不会将卓东来置之于死地。 可惜现在一切都已太迟了。 卓东来的心脉已断，至死都不明白这究竟是怎么回事。 这佯的结局，岂非是他自己造成的？ 【ten】 在阳光下看来，剑色澄清如秋水，剑上的泪痕果然已消失不见了。 高渐飞痴痴地看着这柄剑，心里也在想着这些事。 He didn't understand either. 也不知道过了多久，他才想到要去问萧泪血。 萧泪血却不在，卓东来的尸体和那件武器也已不在。 朱猛告诉小高：“萧先生已经走了，带着卓东来一起走的。”他心里无疑也充满震惊和疑惑，“这究竟是怎么回事？” 小高遥望着远方，远方是一片晴空。 “不管这是怎么回事，现在都已经没关系了。”小高悠悠地说，“从今而后，我们大概也不会再见到萧先生。” 灯光已灭，提灯的人也已散去，只剩下那个瞎了眼的小女孩还抱着琵琶站在那里。 阳光虽然已普照大地，可是她眼前却仍然还是一片黑暗。 高渐飞心里忽然又觉得有种说不出的感伤，忍不住走过去问这个小女孩。 “你爷爷呢，你爷爷还在不在？” "I have no idea!" 她苍白的脸上完全是一片空白，什么都没有，连悲伤都没有。 可是无论谁看到她心里都会被刺痛的。 “你的家在哪里？”小高又忍不住问：“你有没有家？家里还有没有别的亲人？” 小女孩什么话都没有说，却紧紧地抱住了她的琵琶，就好像一个溺水的人抱住了一根浮木一佯。 ——难道她这一生中唯一真正属于她所有的就是这把琵琶？ “现在你要到哪里去？”小高问，“以后你要干什么？” 问出了这句话，他就已经在后悔。 这句话他这实在不该问的，一个无亲无故无依无靠的小女孩，怎么会想到以后的事？ 她怎么能去想？怎么敢去想？你让她怎么回答？ 想不到这个永远只能活在黑暗中的小女孩，却忽然用一种很明亮的声音说：“以后我还要唱。”她说，“我要一直唱下去，唱到我死的时候为止。” 【十一】 默默地看着被他们送回来的小女孩抱着琵琶走进了长安居，小高和朱猛的心里也不知是什么滋味。 “我相信她一定会唱下去的。”朱猛说，“只要她不死，就一定会唱下去。” "I believe too." 小高说：“我也相信如果有人不让她唱下去，她就会死的。” 因为她是歌者，所以她要唱，唱给别人听。Even though she always sang so sadly and always made people cry, how can a person know the true meaning of joy if he doesn't know the taste of sadness?又怎么会对生命珍惜？ 所以她虽然什么都没有，还是会活下去的。 如果她不能唱了，她的生命就会变得毫无意义。 "What about us?" 朱猛忽然问小高：“我们以后应该怎么样做？” 小高没有回答这句活，因为他还没有想出应该怎么样回答。 可是他忽然看见了阳光的灿烂，大地的辉煌。 “我们当然也要唱下去。”高渐飞忽然挺起胸膛大声说，“虽然我们唱的跟她不同，可是我们一定也要唱下去，一直唱到死。”歌女的歌，舞者的舞，剑客的剑，文人的笔，英雄的斗志，只要是不死，就不能放弃。 朝阳初升，春雪已溶，一个人提着一口箱子，默默地离开了长安古城。 一个沉默平凡的人，一口陈旧平凡的箱子。 (End of the book)