Chapter 5 The Fourth Play of Death

On the edge of the desert, under a weathered rock like an eagle's wing, there is a new grave. There is not even a stone tablet in front of the grave, and only a cactus is planted. Ding Ding walked past the grave silently, thinking in his heart, if he died in battle tonight, would someone bury him. He immediately thought of that pale woman, her tenderness and indifference, and the string of wind chimes under the eaves that always aroused his infinite nostalgia. But when he walked through this stick of loess, he completely put aside this ray of love and nostalgia. Before the decisive battle of life and death, one should not think of these things. Sorrow always makes people weak.

Weakness is death. When walking into the desert, Ding Ding's footsteps have already walked out of a strange pattern, as if matching a certain mysterious rhythm in life, each rhythm is stepping on the gap between life and death, which is as thin as a razor edge. Then he saw the pile of flames burning in front of the tent, and also saw the woman in tulle. She stood there obsessively, with no expression on her beautiful face, but under the flickering firelight, her petite and mature body seemed to be constantly twisting and changing, almost twisting all human desires. move out. In the range illuminated by the firelight and moonlight, Ding Ding only saw her alone.

——Where are Xuanyuan Kaishan and Muyanger? Ding Ding used his nose to think, and he could figure it out. Of course, the other two must be hiding in one of the most sinister shadows in the dark, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to him. But his footsteps did not stop. He walked over with the same posture and steps, and when the flames were also on his face, he said: "I'm the one you're waiting for, the one you're going to kill, and now I'm here." Ding Ding said calmly, "So now you can make a move at any time, in whatever way you want." Tintin was telling the truth.

As long as they could kill him, he wouldn't blame them no matter how obscene, despicable and vicious they used. The strange thing is that no one made a move, neither did the enemy hidden in the darkness, nor did the woman in tulle in front of the flames. Her face was still expressionless, but she looked so sad and mysterious, like a fairy descended from the nine heavens and lost in a certain wild swamp. Ding Ding also seemed a little lost. The wilderness is silent, the world is silent, there is no sorrow or joy, no gain or loss, and no movement.But Ding Ding knew that there could be life and death during this period.

Because he has already heard a voice that cannot be explained by common sense in this silence that cannot be explained by common sense. He actually seemed to hear a gust of wind chimes, wind chimes from a very far away place. The white hut, the wind chime under the eaves, the knife is not out of the sheath, what is the sound of the bell? Ding Ding immediately heard a strange sound of wind, at first it was like the sound of mosquitoes in the distance, then it suddenly turned into a nearby wind whistling, and suddenly it turned into a tsunami under the wrath of Tianwei. The ghosts cried and the gods cried, the sky and the earth changed color, and people and gods were shocked.Amidst the whistling sound that made people feel like a tsunami, a black shadow suddenly appeared, like a spirit snake hidden in the billowing dark clouds, suddenly appeared among the ten thousand rays of light at dawn and sunrise up.

These ten thousand rays of light are the pile of flickering flames. The ever-changing snake shadow, with the shrill sound of the wind, suddenly entangled the mysterious and beautiful woman in front of the fire. The tulle immediately turned into thousands of residual flowers, which fluttered like butterflies, and the woman was naked. A blood-red welt immediately appeared on her exquisite and crystal-clear body, and blood immediately began to flow down her snow-white and flat lower abdomen. The spirit and power of this whip is unimaginable, and what is even more unimaginable is that the person who received this whip is still as tame as a sheep.

At this moment, the flame dimmed again, and there was another whistling sound in the distance. Ding Ding's pupils contracted. Because he saw another whip shadow like a spirit snake flying towards him. He knew that the woman standing in front of the flames was Tian Lingzi who wanted his life, but he couldn't bear to watch her get another whip. He held the scabbard with his left hand under his wrist, and with the ring on the handle, he buckled the whip shadow that was coming quickly. The whip was originally aimed at the woman, and the thorns on the whip were aimed at some of the most important places on the woman's body, but when Ding Ding's knife ring was fastened, the whip suddenly rolled back and rolled towards Ding Ding's Adam's apple.

At the same moment, the woman who was about to be whipped also jumped at Tintin. Behind her arms that had been hanging down around her waist, two sharp daggers suddenly appeared at this moment, piercing Ding Ding's heart and waist. At this time, Ding Ding's right hand was already holding the handle of the knife, and no one could see when he held the handle of the knife. When he held the handle of the knife in his hand, it was like an amorous teenager holding the breast of his first love, and his heart immediately became full and warm, and full of confidence. At this moment, the whip and sword light had already struck him, and it seemed that he was about to be killed in front of the flames.

It's a pity that his knife is also out of its sheath. The knife flashes, the flame moves!The spirit kills and retreats, and the sword light falls. Suddenly, the sharp edge of the blade had reached Tian Lingzi's snow-white neck. The blade slashed lightly, leaving a bloodstain like red silk on her satin-smooth skin. The speed and change of this knife are absolutely top-notch, but this knife is not a fatal one. The blade cut across the opponent's throat, but the opponent was still alive, and someone was already laughing in the dark. Amidst the laughter, a tall man with a height of almost eight feet flashed out, holding a super big ax in his hand, laughing wildly.

"Someone told me that the one I'm going to fight tonight is the world's number one master of swordsmanship. I didn't expect you to disappoint me so much." "Oh?" "What kind of sword technique is a sword technique that can't kill people?" Xuanyuan Kaishan said, "Sword techniques like this are not only flamboyant fists and embroidered legs, they are simply bullshit." Tintin smiled. "Can your ax kill people?" He asked Xuanyuan Kaishan. Xuanyuan laughed wildly.Swinging the axe, the huge ax opened the mountain like thunder, Tintin's blade turned slightly, and slid out from his elbow.

At this moment, a strange thing happened suddenly. On Xuanyuan Kaishan's broad shoulders, suddenly there was another person, a dwarf who looked very funny, but held a long whip in his hand that was absolutely not funny at all.The whip and the ax hit Ding Ding almost at the same time, even faster than the axe. The part where the whip was drawn just made up for all the gaps in Xuanyuan Kaishan's broad, fierce and fierce ax technique. And this whip was drawn from a high place, because although the dwarf was short in stature, he was already riding on the shoulders of Xuanyuan Kaishan, who was eight feet tall. It's like a giant one foot tall. The giant ax is strong, the long whip is soft, and it seems that a giant with four hands has used two extremely different weapons from rigid to soft at the same time. This was absolutely impossible to happen, but now it miraculously appeared in front of Ding Ding's eyes. This kind of miracle usually only brings about death. It's just that until now, no one knows who is going to die? —In the history of human life, death is usually a mysterious game that no one can guess. Ding Ding's slender body suddenly twisted into a very strange posture with a strange movement that no one could imagine. The blade in his palm still slid out smoothly. The blade flashed, as if it had slipped over Xuanyuan Kaishan's neck, and also slipped over the two deformed legs coiling around his neck. Unfortunately, the leg was not broken, nor was the neck, but there was a red silk-like bloodstain on the neck. A very faint bloodstain. Fortunately, in a flash of the knife, Ding Ding had retreated far away, but Xuanyuan did not move. He didn't move, and the shepherd coiled around his neck certainly didn't move either. They were all looking at Tintin with a very strange expression. Ding Ding also looked at them with a very strange expression, and then smiled, very mysteriously and proudly. "Mr. Xuanyuan, do you already know that bullshit sword skills can sometimes kill people?" "Shit!" Xuanyuan Kaishan only said these two words. When he said the word "dog", the faint bloodstain on his neck suddenly deepened and thickened. When the word "fart" was mentioned, the bloodstain on his neck, which was originally like a red thread, had really started to bleed. At this time, Shepherd's deformed leg had turned red. At this moment, Xuanyuan's neck suddenly snapped, breaking in two from the thread of blood. Blood suddenly gushed out like a spring, and his head was sprayed flying by the gushing blood. Shepherd was also sprayed away by this stream of blood. At this moment, a panicked cry came from the darkness, and a ghostly white woman fell down slowly. Yinmeng crouched on the sandy soil, looking like a dying white butterfly exhausted from flying over thousands of flowers and trees, thousands of mountains and rivers, from the distant and mysterious land of dreams. In this miserable desert, she looked so weak and helpless. Ding Ding looked at her, and his heart was suddenly filled with love and compassion. What a lonely woman, what a fragile life, Ding Ding gently hugged her.In this case, Ding Ding's knife would never leave his hand, but now he has forgotten his knife.The knife fell, and he gently hugged her.Looking at her pale and beautiful face, protecting this woman seems to have become his greatest responsibility in the future. Then the sword light suddenly flashed again, and Tian Lingzi appeared in front of him again, his bright black eyes flashing like a sword light. "I've also heard of you, the knife will see blood when it comes out of the sheath, and I saw it with my own eyes just now." She asked Ding Ding, "Why didn't you kill me just now?" "There is only one reason to kill, but there are thousands of reasons not to kill. I don't need to tell you." Ding Ding said, "I just want you to understand one thing." "What's up?" "A situation like that just now will never happen again." "Of course this situation will not happen again, because you no longer have a knife in your hand, only a woman." Tian Lingzi said: "The knife in your hand can kill others, but the woman in your hand can only kill others." Take your own life." Ding Ding smiled. Just when he started to laugh, Tian Lingzi's sword had already reached his throat and eyebrows, the sword in his left hand cut the throat first and raised the eyebrows, and the sword in his right hand touched the eyebrows first and then took out the heart. The strangeness of this sword change can be said to have almost reached the limit of swordsmanship. Tintin didn't move. Because he has already seen a shadow of a whip flying across, the whip is not wrapped around Tintin's vitals, but Tian Lingzi's waist. With the tip of the whip rolled, Tian Lingzi was swept away again, and flew into the unfathomable darkness, and was immediately engulfed. The darkness remains. Ding Ding actually waved over there. "Shepherd, let's go! I won't chase you anymore, you can go slowly." "why?" "I always feel that God has been too unfair to you, so I have to treat you better." Ding Liao said: "I only hope that you will really go to herd sheep obediently in the future, and stop treating people like pigs, sheep and horses." Cattle." The desert is silent, the cold moonlight shines on Yinmeng's pale face, Ding Ding walks back, the white hut, the wind chimes under the eaves, and the unconscious woman in his arms at the moment are all a kind to him. comfort. He is far from death. After that, all these things were enough to heal his past wounds.For Ding Ding, this moment may be the most warm, fulfilling and sweet moment in his heart. But at this moment, the pure, pale, gentle and beautiful woman in his arms had already grasped the two most important acupuncture points on the back of his neck and under his right side with a pair of slender and soft jade hands. In his life, Ding Ding, like other boys, had countless dreams. Only, even in his wildest dreams, he would never have dreamed of such a thing happening. He couldn't believe it until he fell down. He fell in front of a cactus, in front of a stick of loess, which seemed to be the tombstone of this grave. New graves, tombstones, cacti, cactus flowers, cactus needle-like thorns, a needle-like knife technique. Who is this man lying in the grave?Who buried him?Why use a cactus as his tombstone. Ding Ding was in a trance, as if he had caught a little light and shadow, but the light and shadow disappeared instantly. Because he had already seen a pair of dark eyes staring at him, he never thought that such a pair of beautiful eyes would be filled with so much resentment and hatred. Why should she hate me?Resent so deeply. Ding Ding thought of the unrepaired railing in front of the stable, the unrepaired cellar, and the coming cold and lonely winter. He doesn't understand. He really didn't understand why this woman who always had a faint sentimentality towards him, as mild as nostalgia, would treat him like this? But deep in his memory, he had already thought of a person, a man. The path of saber technique is originally open vertically and horizontally, but this man's saber technique is as sharp as a needle, just like the needles of a cactus. He was trying desperately to remember the person's name, which she had said first. Knife on a cactus. The knife is like a needle, and life is lost. Endless sword light, countless sword souls. People in the rivers and lakes, as long as they hear this gloomy and sad little song, they will know who it is about. The long whip was flying, and when Tian Lingzi twirled and fell from mid-air, Mu Yanger was still sitting behind the pile of flames that were almost extinguished, looking like a helpless child. One of his right legs was broken, cut off at the knee. Ding Ding slashed out, not only cut off Xuanyuan Kaishan's head, but also cut off Shepherd's leg. Tian Lingzi broke free from the whip and stared at Mu Yang'er. "What do you mean? You should know that your whip is not for me." "I'm not dealing with you, I'm saving you." He seemed to be sincerely saying: "You have no hope in front of that person. I really don't want to see you die." Tian Lingzi sneered: "You really have such a good heart?" Shepherd asked back: "Did you see clearly the knife he made just now? I can assure you that you never saw clearly." "yes?" "I can also guarantee that there are not many people in the Jianghu who can clearly see his strike, and there may not even be one who can block his strike." He looked at his broken leg that had stopped bleeding, and sighed, "Even if I can't stop it, who else can?" Tian Lingzi glared at him and sneered: "Who do you think you are? Do you think that if you can't stop it, others can't stop it?" Shepherd looked at her quietly, a smile gradually appeared on his face. "Who do you think I am? Do you think I'm not good enough now?" His smile returned to the evil and weirdness it had been a moment ago: "As long as I'm happy, I can still take off your clothes and put you Hang it up. No matter how I treat you, you still have no strength to resist." Looking at his smile, Tian Lingzi felt goosebumps all over his body, as if he had really been hung naked from a tree. So when Shepherd asked her, "Do you believe it?", she nodded involuntarily. "Then you should also believe that if I hadn't saved you just now, you would be dead now." Tian Lingzi nodded again involuntarily, and Mu Yanger stared at her for a long time again: "Then how are you going to repay me?" He smiled even more evilly, Tian Lingzi's hands and feet were cold, and he felt that he had never been so scared in his life. "But... But it's not like I have no chance at all." She struggled to say. "What chance do you have?" "At that time, he was holding a woman in his arms. I could see that he was very kind to that woman. If I tried my best to assassinate that woman, he would definitely go all out to save her." Tian Lingzi said: "If a person If you care too much about another person, you will inevitably expose your own weaknesses." "So you think you have a chance to kill him?" Tian Lingzi said with certainty: "Not only do I have a chance, but the chance is great." Before she could finish her sentence, her chest had already been pumped heavily. Although it wasn't too heavy, it was already so painful that her whole body was in a cold sweat.In the extreme pain, there was a kind of pleasure that even she couldn't explain. This feeling made her whole body start to tremble non-stop. She clasped her chest with her hands and asked out of breath, "You bastard, what does this mean?" "I just want to teach you a little lesson." Shepherd said coldly: "First, even if that man had eight women in his arms just now, even if those eight women were all he loved Your dying first love, even if you have sixteen swords in your hand, even if you can use all the tricks of your parents, your six husbands, you still can't hurt their hair, that kid can still kill you with one blow. " Shepherd said: "When his blade cuts your neck, you will even feel comfortable and cool, and when your head falls off your neck, your eyes can even see your feet." He asked Tian Lingzi: "Do you believe it?" Tian Lingzi knew that Mu Yanger was definitely not someone who would brag for others, so he couldn't help but believe his words. But she really couldn't believe that there would be such a fast sword technique in the world. Shepherd deliberately paused for a long time, so that she could deepen her impression of this sentence, and then continued leisurely: "Second, fortunately you can't kill the woman in his arms, otherwise you will be even more damned." "Why?" Tian Lingzi couldn't help asking. "Because that woman is the one who used the three major tokens in the rivers and lakes to force you to accept orders, and deposited 10,000 taels of Zimo gold in the secret ticket number you set up in Taiyuan Mansion, Shanxi, so that you have to be tempted. .” Shepherd said very quietly: "It was for her that you traveled so far to come here before the full moon of September to kill for her." Tian Lingzi was stunned. It was quite unusual for a woman like her to be stunned. Even her voice was hoarse, and it took a long time before she could speak. "Is she Yinmengniang?" "She is." "Is it that Yinmengniang who was known as the most beautiful woman in the world in the past, who was overwhelmed by thousands of people in the world, but she suddenly disappeared?" "Yes." Shepherd said, "She is." "Who was that young man who knew how to use a knife just now?" "That man's surname is Ding, and his name is Ding Ning. It is said that he is a peerless genius who is rare in the martial arts world in a hundred years. His sword skills are said to be as fast as that of Fu Hongxue in the past." "No matter what, his identity is still far from that of Yinmengniang. Why did she kill him?" "Because the former Yinmengniang is today's Mrs. Hua." "Mrs. Hua?" Tian Lingzi asked, "Which Mrs. Hua?" Shepherd also sang in a melancholy and mournful voice. "Knife on a cactus. A knife is like a nail, and life is lost. Endless sword light, countless sword souls. " "Are you talking about the wrong flower?" "yes." "Is that the prodigal son who always thinks he's done everything wrong?" "It's him, who else but him?" "The most important thing is not that he himself thinks he is wrong, but that everyone else thinks he is wrong, so he thinks it's okay." Shepherd's voice was actually a little sentimental: "So the wrong flowers are wrong." , because of dreams there are no dreams." "Yinmeng suddenly disappeared from the Jianghu because he married Huacuo?" "right." "And then they just live in seclusion around here?" "right." Shepherd said: "But one day, Huacuo went out and waited at home because of the dream. After waiting for two years, Huacuo came back." Shepherd's voice suddenly became strange: "It's a pity, When the flowers come back by mistake, one person has become two people." "What does this sentence mean?" Tian Lingzi asked eagerly: "I really don't understand the meaning of this sentence." The flame was almost extinguished, and Shepherd's face looked even darker and weirder. "At dusk that day, she saw her husband rushing back from a distance. He was clearly a complete person, but when she stood up to greet him, his body was suddenly broken, split in two from the waist. He When the upper body fell backwards, the two legs of the lower body ran forward seven steps." Tian Lingzi's face turned pale. "What's going on? I still don't understand." "You should understand." Shepherd'er said, "Huacuo knew his wife was waiting for him, and wanted to come back to see her, but unfortunately, before he returned home, he was already beheaded." "Since he was cut in half, how could he run back?" Tian Lingzi asked again. "There may be two reasons for this." Shepherd said, "First, because he wanted to come back to see his wife so much. This kind of emotion is no longer an emotion that can be explained by common sense. Supporting him so that he can see his wife one last time." What a great emotion this is, but Tian Lingzi, who has been married six times, was not moved by it. She just asked in a hurry: "What's the second point you said?" Shepherd's voice seemed to have become a little hoarse: "That's because the person who killed him was too fast!" A gust of wind blew by, the fire suddenly went out, and there was darkness between the sky and the earth.Cold sweat broke out on Tian Lingzi's forehead, nose tip and palms. She suddenly remembered the saber that Ding Ning left on Xuanyuan Kaishan's neck just now, only that kind of saber technique could produce this kind of result.Only such a long period of loneliness and such deep feelings can make Yinmeng pay such a high price in exchange for the life of the enemy who killed his husband. Now, she was actually held in the arms of her enemy, why? Mu Yang'er asked Tian Lingzi calmly: "Now do you fully understand what I mean?" "Yes, I have fully understood." Tian Lingzi also said in the same indifferent voice: "If we want to kill Ding Ning now, we don't need to take action at all." The cactus in front of the grave has been dyed a dark brown like dried blood by wind sand and loess. Yinmeng wiped it with a snow-white silk scarf, her movements were careful, slow and gentle, like a caring mother wiping her newborn baby. It wasn't until the yellow sand on the cactus receded and it returned to its verdant green color that she turned her head and stared at Ding Ding who fell on the ground, her bright eyes immediately became full of hatred and resentment. "I think you must know who I am now." She said, "I am the wrong wife. We hid here to escape your pursuit, but my husband didn't want to hide here for the rest of his life. He He has always been a proud person, so he must learn a sword technique that can fight against you, so as not to let me spend my whole life here with him wronged." Yinmeng said: "For me, he has to go. For him, I have no choice but to let him go. In that hut, I waited for him for two years. I know he will definitely come back." Ding Ding could only listen, but couldn't say anything. His lips were numb and stiff, and he couldn't even say a word. "He promised me that no matter what the circumstances, he would come back to see me for the last time." Yinmeng's voice was hoarse: "Of course I believe his words. No one in the world has ever doubted his promise. When I came back, I really took one last look at me, I didn’t expect that at that moment, we were separated forever, and we will never see each other again.” She did not shed tears, the time for tears is over, and now is the time for revenge. "I don't know who killed him, and I can't think of anyone in the world who can use those terrible methods. I only heard a woman from afar say..." When blood spurted out from Hua Cuo's waist that was suddenly folded in two, she suddenly heard someone talking. "Huacuo, if you are still lucky enough to survive, I will let you go this year, and I will give you another chance. I will come here to wait for you when the moon is full next year in September." The voice was erratic and thin, sometimes it sounded like it came from the blood-red sunset in the sky, sometimes it sounded like a person whispering in his ear. "So I knew you would definitely come this year, but I didn't expect you to come before September." Yinmeng said, "Seeing the way you swing your ax and chop wood, I already suspected it was you. Simple, I'm not sure." Her voice was even darker: "At that time, I even secretly hoped that you were not that person, but now I can't let you go." There were blue veins on Ding Ding's forehead, and the blue veins were beating, but his eyes were closed. "It's just that I don't want to kill you yet, I want you to die slowly." She continued word by word, "Because I want you to know that sometimes living is far more painful than dying." So from this moment, he and she and many other people will start to experience a life-and-death game that no one can guess the result. She told them: "You all owe me something, and now it's time for you to pay it back."