Chapter 11 The Tenth Dignity of Death

There is a very strong fire in the white copper basin, and on the special long table, there are eleven kinds of wine, ranging from thick to light, and the taste of the wine is different, so there must be at least eleven kinds of wine to match. In order to bring out the mellowness of the wine to the extreme, the container for the wine is of course completely different. At the moment Murong Qiushui is using a kind of South Sea mullet roe, mixed with green garlic, and drinking Shaoxing's daughter red. First spread a layer of Yanghe sorghum, and the color of the mullet roe roasted on a small fire is the same as that of Huadiao, which is amber.

Murong Qiushui sighed, and said lazily: "This is really a perfect match!" He is enjoying, Wei Haoke is watching. "I know you've always wanted to ask me, why didn't I kill my companion?" Murong Qiushui said, "I might as well tell you now, I don't kill her because she is as perfect for me as mullet and daughter Hong. " Wei Haoke looked at him with no expression on his face. "Actually, I also know what you feel in your heart. Sometimes you must hate me very much, because I can enjoy mullet roe, daughter red, and women like companions. But you can only wear your seventy-five taels Clothes made of silver, stand by and watch."

Murong Qiushui sighed again: "Sometimes I really want to kill you, because I'm really afraid that one day you will kill me." Wei Haoke unexpectedly also sighed: "Unfortunately, I am neither a murderer nor an executioner." "Of course you are not." Murong Qiushui smiled: "As far as I know, the executioner not only eats meat, but also drinks alcohol." He explained this sentence on purpose, because he had already heard Jiang Duanxian's footsteps. "Master Murong, you are right again this time." Jiang Duanxian said outdoors, "I not only eat meat and drink, but also eat steamed buns stained with blood."

It wasn't until Jiang Duanxian drank three cups in a row that Murong Qiushui asked him: "I heard that eating steamed buns just out of the cage with new blood is a folk remedy for children's tuberculosis." "good." "Do you have tuberculosis?" "I don't have any." Jiang Duanxian said, "I just want to try this kind of steamed bun." He said lightly: "People who want to eat that kind of steamed buns don't necessarily have boy tuberculosis, just like people who kill people don't necessarily want to kill people." Murong Qiushui laughed loudly, raised his glass, and drank it all: "Your words are really good."

Jiang Duanxian also raised his glass and drank it all, but he didn't smile. "Mr. Murong, I'm not a noble son like you, I'm not even a gentleman, I'm just a tool for you to kill people." He said: "You want me to kill Ding Ning, but you think I'm the most suitable for killing him , and think that after I kill him, there will be no future troubles." Jiang Duanxian went on to say: "Of course you also know that I really wanted him to die by my knife." Wei was hospitable and silent. Murong Qiushui has never been a silent person, and he likes to laugh, like a child who likes to play tricks.

"Of course we know." Murong's unique smile appeared again: "We usually know a little more than others." "Then I'm sure you all know that I'm nothing but a murderer." Deacon Jiang said in a very professional voice, "And I only kill people." This sentence is likely to be incomprehensible to most people, so he must explain it. "I never kill people who are not human, nor do I kill people who are not like people." Jiang Duanxian said: "So if you want me to kill a person, I must make that person look like a human being. I will never let anyone look like a human being." Died by my sword like a beast."

He drank three more glasses: "If you drag that person out like a pig, if that person rots on the ground like a puddle of mud, then you'd better kill him yourself. Because in that case, you are Kill me, and I won't do it." "I think I probably understand what you mean," Murong Qiushui said, "Do you want me to turn a cripple whose limbs are completely paralyzed into a healthy person? Then let you kill him." "That's what I mean." Murong smiled, his smile was like a knife, and he was full of sarcasm: "This person is dead anyway, after death, everyone is the same, even if he was alive and healthy like a cow, after death, he is just a dead person That's all, if I want to kill a person, I don't care if he is disabled or not before he dies."

"It's a pity that you are not me," Jiang Duanxian said coldly, "I have my principles." "Is there a principle for killing people?" "Yes," Jiang Duanxian said solemnly: "You can do other things without principles, but killing people must be done. There is absolutely nothing more serious than killing people in the world." Murong Qiushui sighed: "It's a pity that I'm not a god, neither can I turn iron into gold, nor can I make a cripple with a broken leg stand up." "That man's leg is not broken." Jiang Duanxian said, "I have carefully checked just now. Although his limbs are paralyzed, the tendons and muscles around the joints are still alive. There are at least three people in the world who can heal him and restore him." , and one of them is near the capital."

"Who is this person you speak of?" "Doctor Zhuge, Immortal Zhuge." "You're wrong." Murong smiled wryly: "The person you mentioned is not human at all. Even if you die in front of him, he may not save you, let alone ask him to save a prisoner who is sure to die." He shook his head and sighed: "This matter is simply impossible." "There is nothing impossible in the world, even if others cannot do it, you can certainly do it." Jiang Duanxian said lightly: "As long as you can do this, when the day of your sentence comes, I will definitely bring my knife."

The sentence has been set for March 15th. The person who will be executed this time is not only a key criminal, but also has extremely high martial arts skills and a lot of friends.In order to avoid any mistakes before the execution, there was no time to wait for Qiu Jue. Of course there will be no mistakes before the execution, Wei Haoke has calculated every detail perfectly. The only thing that surprised him was that Jiang Duanxian actually put forward such a condition. Murong Qiushui stared at the wine in the glass. "Why do you think he must do this?" Murong Qiushui asked Wei Haoke: "Is there any conspiracy in it?"

"What do you think?" Murong Qiushui pondered for a long time: "Jiang Duanxian has always been a strange person, and what strange people do is always unexpected." "So what are you going to do?" "I think we probably have to do what he wants." Murong Qiushui said, "We seem to have no choice." He suddenly smiled again: "Actually, it's not that I don't understand what he means. People who are killed can die better, and people who kill people have more face. It's true that killing a cripple who can't even stand up An honorable thing." Wei was hospitable and silent. "The most important point is that Jiang Duanxian wants to kill Ding Ning more than we do." Murong Qiushui said: "I'm sure of this." Wei Haoke was silent for a long time before asking Murong. "Are you sure you can make Ding Ning stand up? Are you sure you can convince Zhuge Xian?" Murong Qiushui drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. "Zhuge Xian is just a person, as long as he is a person, we can always find a way to deal with him." The alley is still cold, and the old flower seller is still selling cactus flowers brought from afar. Jiang Duanxian put his hands in his sleeves and slowly walked into this alley. He learned swordsmanship on a small island in Fusang, Japan for three years, and he learned this walking posture from the martial artists on that small island.With an indescribable sense of laziness and madness. Seeing him, every wrinkle on the old flower seller's tired and old face squeezed out a smile. "Master Deacon, do you want to buy a jar of my flowers today?" Jiang Duanxian stopped, stood in front of the old man's flower pole, looked at the old man's wrinkled face, the smile on his face was as warm as the winter sun. "I like your flowers, and I like you as a person." He said: "Your flowers come from afar, do you also come from afar?" The old man smiled: "I'm so old that I don't even know where I came from. I'm just waiting to die here. Fortunately, my flowers are still young, as fresh as a fourteen-year-old virgin." Jiang Duanxian also laughed. "Fourteen-year-old virgins are the favorite of men my age, so every time I see you, I can't help but want to buy you a pot of flowers. I seem to have bought seventeen pots so far." "That's right." The old flower seller said, "No more, no less, exactly seventeen jars." "Do I have to pay every time I buy flowers?" "yes." "What do I usually pay with?" "Usually they use a kind of scattered silver that is cut from the silver block with a reamer." The old man said, "and usually the price is a little more than what I asked for." "Did you see where I got the silver from?" Jiang Duanxian asked.The questions he asked became more and more strange, but the old flower seller still answered quickly. "I've seen it." The old man said, "I'm a very poor old man who is about to die of poverty. When I see the white silver, my eyes are always very bright." He said: "Every time I see you take out that bulging wallet, I can't help but sigh in my heart." "Then of course you have seen clearly what my wallet looks like?" Jiang Duanxian asked the old man. "My saliva was drooling when I saw it, why didn't I see it clearly." The old man said, "Your wallet looks like a meat bun, the bottom is bulging, and a piece of beef tendon is used for the discount on the top." Tighten it tightly, and it's not easy to untie it." "Since you can see it so clearly, then you must have seen me take this wallet out from somewhere?" "You seem to be taking it out of your sleeves." The old man said, "You seem to always like to put your hands in your sleeves." "Do I always take my wallet out of my left sleeve with my right hand, and then use my left hand to undo the tendons that hold it?" "Yes, it seems to be like this." The old man thought for a while, and then strengthened his tone: "It's like this." Jiang Duanxian looked at him, his eyes suddenly turned into two nails, staring at his face. A poor old flower seller and a murderous executioner meet by chance. One wants to sell flowers and the other wants to buy his flowers. Under such circumstances, how could there be such a strange conversation between such two people? Some words are simply inexplicable. Jiang Duanxian never said a single inexplicable word in his life. As long as he said it, there must be a deep meaning in it. The deeper the meaning, the harder it is for others to understand. Why did he ask a flower seller? say these words?Not many people can understand what he means. The strange thing is that this seemingly ordinary and stupid old flower seller seems to know a lot. When Jiang Duanxian stared at him with nail-like eyes, he kept smiling and asked with a smile. "Deacon Jiang, can you buy me another jar of flowers now? Or do you have something to ask me?" "I still have something to ask you." Jiang Duanxian said, "Because there is something that I always find very strange." "What's up?" "Why haven't you killed me until now?" Jiang Duanxian didn't let the old man speak, and quickly continued: "Every time I come to buy your flowers, you have at least one chance to kill me." When he walked over and stopped to buy flowers, his hands were still tucked into his sleeves, but he might be holding a weapon in his hands, so it was not an opportunity.When he took out the money bag with his right hand and untied the beef tendon that tied the bag with his left, if the other party suddenly pulled out a sharp weapon for killing, he could cut off his hand and put him to death. Jiang Duanxian said: "I can see that there is a murder weapon hidden in your pole that can be drawn out at any time, and your hand is always near the pole." He said: "I came to buy your seventeen flowers, you There are at least seventeen chances to kill me, but you haven't shot yet." Jiang Duanxian sighed: "So I really don't understand what you mean." Instead of being surprised, the old flower seller even smiled more happily than before. "You already knew that I was here to kill you?" He asked Jiang Duanxian. "Ok." "How can you tell?" "You have a murderous look, and the cacti you sell also have a murderous look." Jiang Duanxian said. "You're not wrong at all," said the old man. "If I were you, I'd see it too." He also sighed: "Maybe it's because I knew you would be able to see it, so I haven't made a move." "Oh?" "Since you have already seen that I am here to kill you, of course the opportunities you gave me are nothing more than traps." The old man said, "Every opportunity is a trap, and every time you lure me to kill you, it is a trap." Just because you want to kill me." "In other words, if you give me a chance to kill you, if I really make a move, it will become me giving you a chance to kill me." The old man smiled and asked Jiang Duanxian back. "In this case, how can I make a move?" This situation is very delicate, so what the old man said sounds like a tongue twister. But of course Jiang Duanxian couldn't hear clearly. He stared at the old man for a long time, and a deep and unpredictable smile gradually appeared in his eyes. "Now I understand why you didn't make a move, but I don't even understand what kind of person you are?" The old man laughed, but the old man was silent. "You already knew that I should be able to see that you came to kill me." Jiang Duanxian said, "You brought two baskets of cacti from thousands of miles away to sell at my door, isn't it just to let me know about you? intention." The old man was still silent, still smiling, actually a bit like Murong Qiushui, with a mischievous and childish look. Jiang Duanxian said: "You and I don't know each other before, and we have no grievances. If you want to kill me, of course it's not your intention." This is undoubtedly true. "Your appearance looks very ordinary, and there are almost no features that can attract others' attention. No matter who sees you, they will not remember you as a person in their hearts." Jiang Duanxian said: "Because you are a person like you. There are too many." This statement is undoubtedly correct. "But you are very calm, and you can even pretend to be stupid. You can even restrain your energy so that people can't see the depth of your martial arts." Jiang Duanxian said: "A person like you wants to be a murderous assassin. , it is really the best, because others will neither pay attention to you nor guard against you." The old flower seller heaved a long sigh. "Deacon Jiang, you're such an amazing person, you saw through me right away." He said, "I'm just like you, I'm also a professional murderer, but it's legal for you to kill people." "Is it illegal for you to kill someone?" "of course." The old flower seller said: "Living without a name and name, killing people without a shadow. Those who work in our line of work live a much more miserable life than those in your line of work." He sighed again: "When we kill, there is not even a little excitement." "But you are rich." Jiang Duanxian said: "As far as I know, except for corrupt officials, thieves and famous prostitutes, the income of people in your profession is much higher than anyone else's." "It's true." The old flower seller said: "For example, if someone kills me, it will become famous all over the world within three days. If I kill you, even though there will be no one who knows, but in my bank book But there are already a few more numbers.” "How many numbers are there?" "For example, after a 'five', add four zeros." "Fifty thousand taels?" Jiang Duanxian also sighed: "I'm on a red mission, it's only five hundred taels." "It is for this reason that people will always do things that break the law." The old man said, "Even if they know that their heads are going to be beheaded, there are still people who will do it." "Then why haven't you done it yet?" Jiang Duanxian asked, "Why haven't you made a move until now?" The old flower seller tilted his head and thought for a long time, as if he was thinking about a problem that was difficult to explain. After a long time, he sighed and said, "This point is really hard to explain." "You can speak slowly." "Now I can only say, I won't kill you, just because I'm just a shadow." "shadow?" "Shadows don't kill people." The old flower seller said, "Only people can kill people." "You said you were just a shadow." Jiang Duanxian asked, "How can there be a shadow without anyone?" "Of course there are." "Then who is the shadow of you?" Jiang Duanxian asked again: "Where is this person?" The smile on the old flower seller's face suddenly became indescribably mysterious. "I'm everyone's shadow," he said, "everyone's shadow who wants to kill someone." What does it mean?Who can understand? Seeing the smile on the old man's face, Jiang Duanxian suddenly broke out in cold sweat. Because he has already understood this sentence, and has already thought of who this shadow is. There are always many kinds of mysterious legends in the rivers and lakes, and sometimes even a person is described as a myth. The shadow is one of these myths, perhaps even the most mysterious of them all. "He is the most terrifying killer in the Jianghu, he is the most expensive killer in the Jianghu, but he has never killed anyone?" ——The most terrifying killer is actually a person who has never killed anyone. Isn’t this a myth? The most inexplicable thing is—— No one in the rivers and lakes has seen this shadow, because everyone who has seen him has died. ——Since this shadow never kills, why do people who see him die?Can anyone explain this kind of thing?Isn't this a myth? This is not a myth, but a fact. Now, Jiang Duanxian has finally fully understood. In this instant, he has almost died three times.