Chapter 23 The twenty-second sound of wind chimes

The sound of wind chimes does not necessarily have to be heard only when there is wind. The sound of the wind chimes is not necessarily made by the wind chimes.For Ding Ning, the sound of wind chimes is just a sound that can make people ecstasy. Whenever he heard this voice, he would think of a woman like a dream. Now he seemed to hear the voice again. But now there is a long distance from that cool April evening. It can even be said that there is already a distance that surpasses everything in life, even beyond life and death. That evening, he and Jiang Duanxian were arranging flowers.

Evenings in April are always cool. The last flower has been inserted, and the vase is full of flowers, so full that even the sky full of sunset can't shine through. The scattered flower branches in the vase, each branch, each flower, each leaf, and each shadow, are placed in the best position, which happens to be able to block the sunset from the sky, making it impossible for even a trace of light to come in. Ding Ning stared at this vase of flowers, his eyes were like a magician who had taken some kind of cinnabar, suddenly became indescribably empty and lax, but showed an indescribable light.

—Did he see his god? After a long time, he was able to ask Jiang Duanxian. "Is this true?" "yes." "You really did it?" "It's not that I did it, but you did it." Jiang Duanxian said, "You should understand this yourself." "You understand too?" Jiang Duanxian nodded slowly, his expression became more serious, even approaching sadness. "Others don't understand, but I understand." Jiang Duanxian said: "In the eyes of others, they may think that I saw the flaw in your round and scored in time. Only I know, the essence of sword and flower It's already in the bottle, if my last flower is not inserted, it will be even more beautiful."

"why?" "Because there is more than enough and not enough, it is better to have an ethereal sentiment than 'full'." Jiang Duanxian said leisurely. "No matter what a person does, don't do too much, otherwise he will fail." This principle should be understood by most people, but it is a pity that most people in this world do not understand it. Ding Ning couldn't help but ask Jiang Duanxian: "Since you understand this truth, why did you insert the last flower just now?" Jiang Duanxian's answer was simple and clear: "Because I am competitive."

Ding Ning was silent. He also understood what Jiang Duanxian meant. Throughout the ages, there have been countless heroes who were defeated by the word "victorious". Jiang Duanxian looked directly at him, "If you were me, would you have done that just now?" Ding Ning didn't answer, but just said with a very strange attitude: "The round I set up just now, if it was not a flower formation, but a knife formation, the last space I left, I'm afraid it would be dead." "I'm afraid so." "In that case, wouldn't you do the same thing?"

Jiang Duanxian was also silent for a long time: "I don't know," he said, "Before that moment comes, I don't even know what I will do!" He is telling the truth. The battle between masters is a matter of life and death in an instant. The decision made at that moment is not only the crystallization of his martial arts wisdom and experience, but also depends on his changes and reactions at that time, even the change of wind direction and the brightness of the light at that time. , may affect him. When masters compete, the outcome of life and death is a matter of thought.

At that moment, there was almost no distance between life and death. Ding Ning sighed deeply. "Yes." He said, "Until that moment, no one can guess whether we will win or lose, because no one knows what kind of decision we will make at that moment." On his pale face, there seemed to be a smile as bleak as the setting sun. "This is probably what people like us find interesting." "yes." "Then, Mr. Jiang," Ding Ning tilted his head, "Do you think we should make an exception and drink a little wine today because of this?" There was a smile in Jiang Duanxian's stern eyes.

"Finding a good reason to drink a little wine is also one of the more interesting things in life." He looked at Ding Ning and said, "If you can think of this, it means that your mood and physical strength are much better. " At this time, the sun was about to set, and the aroma of roasted chicken with winter bamboo shoots could already be heard in the kitchen. Roasted chicken with winter bamboo shoots is suitable for both wine and rice. For a child born in the countryside, the aroma in the kitchen is always the most charming. Children from rich families in the city only feel dirty, messy and greasy about the kitchen.

Because their mother wasn't in the kitchen. Ding Ning felt the same way, he almost never walked into the kitchen in his life.He didn't even want to see people coming out of the kitchen with greasy clothes on. But now his mind has changed. For the past two months, he has eaten in the kitchen every day. His companion always keeps the kitchen very clean and washes it frequently. The fire in the big stove is bright and warm, and the aroma from the pot always makes people salivate. On the whitewashed wooden table in the corner against the wall, there are soy sauce, sesame oil, vinegar, pepper, chili, garlic, and all kinds of condiments that can help you increase your appetite.

Ding Ning finally understood what it felt like when a hungry and tired husband, carrying his child, braved the cold wind and heard his wife cooking in the kitchen and smelled the warm aroma in the kitchen . Sometimes before it was time to eat, he even wanted to take a walk in the kitchen, especially on those miserable and rainy nights, it was an indescribable enjoyment to be able to sit by the fire and have a peaceful meal. Prodigal sons wandering in the world, when will you have this kind of enjoyment?When will you know how to appreciate this kind of enjoyment? The roast chicken with winter bamboo shoots stewed in a casserole has been placed on the table, the lid of the pot is lifted, and the pot is still bubbling.

The companion was taking out a jar of wine warmed in the ashes from the large stove. She bent over, stretching the already tight clothes even tighter, making her waist higher and her legs longer. Moreover, when spring comes, who among the young girls is willing to wear clothes that are too thick? Ding Ning tried not to look at her, but just looked at the jar of wine in her hand. In such a remote place, it is very good to have such a jar of wine to drink, but for two people who can drink very well, this jar of wine is really too little. "At this time and place, it is not appropriate to drink too much alcohol. It is better to drink less, and it will be boring if you drink too much." They all said this, hoping that the other party would drink less and allow themselves to drink more. That's what people who drink are like. Seeing that there is enough wine, I hope that I can get others drunk first, and when there is not enough wine, I will rush to drink. Fortunately, they can still be regarded as quite gentle people, so the robbery is not too fierce. The new wine made from mountain springs is certainly not good wine, but it has a clear aroma. For a drinker like them, drinking this wine is like drinking tea. Although the two of them tried their best to be gentle, they only ate two chopsticks of a chicken casserole, and only half of a jar of wine was left. The companion said softly: "This wine has stamina, you'd better drink it slowly." Jiang Duanxian suddenly laughed. Jiang Duanxian is an executioner for generations, and a hereditary deacon of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. For generations, beheading is their profession. Children who grow up in this kind of family will feel a kind of gloom that other children can't imagine and can't bear since they were young. Children many years older than them are scared away. Especially Jiang Duanxian. Even his elders say that he is a very special person, very special since he was a child. He doesn't cry when other children are crying, and he doesn't laugh when other children are laughing. At the age of seventeen, he had already taken the first red mission, killing heads and chopping carrots. Then he was the No. 1 executioner of the Ministry of Punishment. When others saw him, they couldn't even cry. Then he turned into Peng Shisandou who swept the rivers and lakes and killed people like straws. When others saw him, they couldn't cry, let alone joke. Such a person, in this life, may not know how to "laugh" at all.He laughs perhaps less often than a man cries in a day. But now such a person suddenly laughed, and laughed, and laughed very happily. "You want us to drink slowly, are you afraid that we will get drunk?" Jiang Duanxian laughed loudly: "It would be strange if such a little wine, which is lighter than a bird, can also get us drunk." He not only laughed, but bent over laughing. No matter who recognized Jiang Duanxian, they would not believe their eyes when they saw him laughing like this, and no matter who heard him say such words, they would not believe their ears. Because it's impossible. How could this kind of laughter come from such a person? —Is he crazy? Of course Jiang Duanxian is not crazy, he has always been calm and serious as a rock, how could he suddenly go crazy? —Is he drunk? Of course Jiang Duanxian would not be drunk. In their family, there is a very special habit - drinking "morning wine". Before the execution, at dawn, when others have not yet woken up from the hangover, they will drink, drink morning wine. People who have developed this habit since childhood have a better drinking capacity than ordinary people, sometimes even more than a little better. Under normal circumstances, "drinking capacity" is a result of practice. Jiang Duanxian's drinking capacity has always been much better than most people. Tonight, he only drank half of a small jar of Shanquan New Brew. How could he be drunk? Even if he drank all the wine by himself, he shouldn't be a little drunk. Even if he drank three or five more jars of this wine by himself, he shouldn't be drunk. He was neither crazy nor drunk, why did he suddenly seem to be another person? What about Ding Ning? Ding Ning was sweating coldly. He also felt that Jiang Duanxian had changed, as if he had changed suddenly at that moment just now, from a stern and serious person with a very high status, to suddenly become indescribably light and evil and weird. This kind of change was absolutely impossible, especially for people like Jiang Duanxian. Could it be that some kind of evil drug that can make people psychedelic has been injected into this jar of wine? Ding Ning immediately denied his thoughts. With his wisdom, experience, and reaction, as long as there is one-thousandth of the drug in the wine, he believes that he can feel it the moment the wine glass touches his lips, and he will not wait until the wine has been drunk into his throat. when. If someone tried to poison him in wine, that person was not only stupid, but also courting his own death. Jiang Duanxian's enemies are all over the world, and he has almost no friends. Of course he protects himself better, and of course it is even more difficult to plot against him. Ding Ning couldn't figure out what was going on, and couldn't continue thinking. He also suddenly felt a surge of alcohol, and his head was dizzy, and the next half hour turned into a blank period. What happened in this place during this time, he had no idea. He was actually as drunk as Jiang Duanxian, it was terrible to be drunk. Although the fire in the big stove was still burning hot, the companion's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of surprise and fear. ——How could these two people who never get drunk after a thousand drinks get drunk so quickly? She thought again of what the ghostly beautiful woman had told her. "No matter how good a drinker is, as long as he drinks three glasses, he will be drunk." Companion sighed softly, until now, she didn't know whether she should do this or not. No matter what, she always did this for Ding Ning, she was still the same as before, as long as she could help Ding Ning win, she would sacrifice everything. But is it really good for Ding Ning if she does this? Companion can't help but sigh. She only hoped that Ding Ning would not be hurt, and that she had done nothing wrong. The fiery red sunset has subsided, but Murong Qiushui is still sitting alone in front of the dark night window, the flute is not played in his hand, the lights in the room are not lit, nothing can be seen outside the window, a cold star has just risen under the night sky. Wei Haoke's eyes were also dim, and he happened to look at Murong Qiushui with dim eyes. He will never forget the expression on Murong Qiushui's face when he saw one of his legs was sawed off. At that time, Murong Qiushui had no expression on his face. On the couch was a ermine fur so brightly colored that it almost looked like a picture. Wei Haoke, who was dressed in off-white clothes, reclined on this short couch, and the part below his knees was covered by a fox fur with the same gray color as his clothes. In fact, the area below his knees that can be covered has been reduced by half compared to ordinary people.Missing a foot and half a leg. Murong Qiushui may not be considered a very bad person, but he has many bad habits. His daily life is impermanent, his diet is irregular, and when his appetite is bad, he can't eat anything, he doesn't even touch it, he doesn't even look at it, this kind of food may be the reason why he ate 18 dishes in a row last night and still wants to eat again Yes, to-morrow night he'd probably be eating just like that, and eating non-stop. But tonight, he didn't sleep or watch. Sometimes he also likes to be lively. In his garden, which is famous for its magnificence and elegance, the golden cup is full of wine every night, and flowers bloom in the small garden.Songs, dances and songs continued all night long. He likes it when it's lively, he likes it like hell. However, the worst time is when he doesn't like the excitement. For some of those around him, these times were torture. Because during this time, his request was "absolutely nothing", no lights, no movement, no sound. During this time, he strictly required his subordinates to do this for him.Be sure to let him be absolutely alone, absolutely quiet. This is how it is now, so looking out from the night window facing him, there is not even a single light in the vast garden. Loneliness, sometimes it is like a worm, gnawing at his soul, but sometimes it is like a pair of gentle female hands, softly touching his body and his heart, making his wounded The soul, get a short rest.Let his power be able to regenerate. Solitude, quietness, and loneliness are all very effective restoratives. At this time, Huajing had been standing in the dark for a long time because of his dream. Although she was wearing snow-white clothes and her face was as white as snow, she seemed to have melted into the darkness, and even merged with the darkness. She is even darkness itself, how dark, how mysterious, how beautiful, how bleak. She looked at them with a night-like look, and had been looking at them for a long time. That's how they were watched by her. ——"Seeing" does not necessarily mean "seeing", and seeing does not necessarily mean seeing. Maybe she didn't see them even though she was looking at them, because she was thinking about other people and other things, so she didn't see them. What Murong Qiushui was looking at was a boundless darkness, what Wei Haoke was looking at was Murong who was as dark as spring night and autumn water, they were neither "looking" at her nor seeing her. But they all knew she was coming. Most importantly—they also knew what she was here for. Hua Jing watched the sunset fade away in a dream, watched the night fall, and watched the two men in the room who were famous, status and powerful but completely joyless immersed in a kind of blue sadness that was even darker in the night . ——Night is black, and "blue" is sometimes blacker than "black". This color, this feeling, probably made her unbearable. So she lit the lamp. The lamp is right next to Wei Haoke, beside the short couch is a high table, on which there is a glass crystal lamp, so when the light is turned on, Wei Haoke's gloomy face is warmed up. Yin Meng looked down at his face, her eyes were gentle, and her voice was gentle. "I know you must be very weak now, and you should take more blood-enriching medicine." She said, "Ginseng and Niuqi are all good, and a bowl of pork liver soup every morning is also good." She lowered her voice and whispered to him like a caring lover: "It would be great if there were fresh human livers." Of course she knew that if Wei Haoke wanted to eat someone's liver, it would be her liver, but she looked as if she didn't know it at all. "Next time you bet with others, don't make such a bet again." Yinmeng said: "A person only has two legs at most, no one can afford to lose." She also said: "But if a person loses, he has to admit defeat. No matter how much he bets, he has to pay it back, otherwise he is not a man." Yinmeng told Wei Haoke: "So if you lose, I will bet You must pay, because I have always regarded you as a man." "I see." Wei Haoke actually showed a smile on his face: "I fully understand what you said." "Are you not angry with me?" "No." "No hurt feelings?" Wei Haoke nodded, Yinmeng smiled like a flower: "If this is really the case, my heart will be at ease." The most reassuring thing for Huajing Yinmeng was, of course, the jar of wine. She knew the preciousness of that wine very well, and also knew the strength of that wine very well. That kind of wine can no longer be regarded as a kind of wine, but a kind of drug. No matter who drinks three or two cups, he will lose his willpower and control, even if he has an invincible capacity for drinking. But that kind of wine is really wine, just like a magic knife that can cut iron like mud, its essence is still iron. The most wonderful thing is that the name of that wine is called "Iron Juice". "Where's the iron juice?" "I've already mixed it into a small jar of new wine brewed by local people with mountain springs, and handed it to Liu Banban." Yinmeng said, "I believe she will definitely do as I said." "Are you sure?" "I have got." The person who asked the question was Murong, but the expression on his face at this moment was not what a nobleman like Murong Qiushui should have. Now his smile looks like a villain. "Are you sure? Do you believe that she will listen to you?" Murong asked Yinmeng with a villainous attitude: "Do you think she is already fascinated by you?" Of course he wouldn't feel very comfortable in his heart. Companion was his woman after all. When his woman was snatched away by a woman, although it was a little more comfortable than being snatched away by another man, it was still uncomfortable after all. I understand because of the dream, but I don't seem to understand. "She is also a woman, and I am also a woman. How could she be fascinated by me?" Yin Meng said, "She did this only because she was afraid of death." "Afraid of death?" Murong asked, "Afraid of what?" I'm afraid of men like you.Yin Meng said: "Not only afraid of death, but also terribly afraid." Murong was still smiling, but his smile was so stiff that it seemed to be carved on his face with a knife. "Do you mean that Ding Ning is also a man like us?" Yinmeng smiled as cutely and innocently as a baby, "It seems so," she said, "I think that's what I mean." Although Murong Qiushui had a crystal cup in his hand, he originally wanted to drink, but the cup suddenly shattered into pieces in his palm. In this case, Huajing Yinmeng's smile is of course cuter, and her voice is of course more gentle. "I know you must be very unhappy now, it seems that I must tell you something that can make you happier." "whats the matter?" "Your bottle of iron juice is no longer in that wine jar." Yin Meng said, "I promise it's already in the stomachs of Ding Ning and Jiang Duanxian!" The moment she uttered these words, the smile on Murong Qiushui's face suddenly became as gentle, elegant and noble as he used to be, and then he asked Yinmeng in a flawless noble voice. "Is what you just said true?" "yes." "Are you sure?" "can." "Are you sure?" "Have." Mr. Murong let out a soft, long, and slow breath, and he was completely relaxed, as if he had taken some kind of special elixir, every part of his body was completely relaxed.It's like the moment when a virgin suddenly becomes a non-virgin. Then he asked Wei Haoke in an extremely satisfied and extremely weak voice. "Do you fully understand the current situation?" "yes." "Now, can we invite Seung-soo to come here?" "yes." Shengsan may not be named Sheng, and the ranking is not the third. Others call him Shengsan, but because usually only "three" things can "remain" in people who have been "handled" by him. What three things? People who have been "treated" by him usually have lost their lives, their hair has been pulled out, their eyes have been gouged out, their noses, tongues and ears have been cut off, their teeth and nails have been pulled out, and their skin has been peeled off. , the limbs have been broken, and even the bones have been broken. There are three other things left for this person?Which three? That is not fixed, what three things Sheng San wants him to keep, he will keep those three things. After he has "handled" a person, the passband will keep three things left for that person. "My heart has always been very soft." Shengsan often said to people: "And I don't like killing everyone." He said: "No matter what I do, I will leave a little room for others. Sometimes I even leave more than three." Once all he left for a man was a hair, a tooth, a nail, and a hole in his nose. Shengsan seems to be a very kind person, with a round face, and his eyes always narrow into a line when he smiles. In his spare time, besides reading books, planting flowers, taking walks and eating, his favorite thing is "small". ——He likes chickens, dogs, rabbits, monkeys, even calves, lambs, and pigs. He was even seen sleeping with a piglet in his arms. Of course, this kind of person doesn't drink alcohol, not even a drop of alcohol. Shengsan tore a piece of white cloth into strips of two inches wide. His technique was not only fast, but also effective. He tore a piece of cloth in less than a moment, and the width of each piece of cloth was almost exactly the same. . Then he used these cloth belts to tie up all the excess fat on his body. In recent years, he has seldom "traveled on business" anymore. It is effortless to raise pigs, dogs, flowers and plants, so the fat on his body is "grown" like weeds around untrimmed flowers and plants. Of course, trimming flowers and plants is not his greatest hobby, his greatest hobby is of course "handling" people. In this regard, he can definitely be regarded as an expert. Someone asked him: "Why do people say you are a 'handling' expert?" "Because I am." "What are you dealing with?" "It's people." "People also have to deal with it?" "Of course." Shengsan said, "The most important thing to deal with in this world is people." He even emphasized: "Of course I have to deal with garbage and excrement, otherwise the world will be stinky, but the most important thing to deal with is people. If you don't deal with some people, I can guarantee The world is bound to get worse." "Who are you talking about?" "I'm talking about people who break the law but refuse to admit it, people who want to expose other people's secrets because of their own ulterior motives, and people who should be punished but always get away with it." "Is it because you're the only one who can get him to tell the truth when someone says you're a 'handling expert'?" "yes." A piece of cloth can be torn into many strips, but Shengsan doesn't have much excess fat on his body. The remaining cloth belts were prepared by him for those partners who had lived and died with him. His partners, like him, gradually began to gain a little weight. Although getting fat is not a "blessing", these people are still veterans who have experienced many battles. When their fists are down, that's usually the easiest place to tell the truth. If they were going to punish someone, that person would usually wish they hadn't been born at all. Shengsan even once assured people: "After being dealt with by our brothers, even a virgin will admit that she has given birth to eight children." Therefore, many people hope that Shengsan has never lived in this world at all. Now Shengsan is watching his guys wrap strips of white cloth bandages tightly around their excess fat in a very special way, just like the way a traumatologist uses to stop bleeding from patients, simple and accurate And effective. After this heavy procedure, they put on the tights made by the seamstresses in the small hemp leather tailor shop who didn't even have a single pockmark, and their bodies looked exactly the same as when they were young. But Shengsan knew his partners very well, and they definitely didn't do this to make others look good, let alone for the convenience of action. For these people, this is the most important point. He believes that their performance in action will never disappoint, let alone be inferior to others. He believed that they would, as usual, successfully complete this task. This mission is already their 186th time. Ding Ning is a very free-spirited person, always with a very comfortable expression on his face, calm and at ease, swaying freely. The expression on Jiang Duanxian's face always makes people feel very uncomfortable.A completely expressionless face always makes people feel very uncomfortable. But now the expressions on the faces of the two of them seemed similar. ——Doesn’t the expression on the face of a drunk person always look the same? Liu Banban looked at them, and suddenly felt an indescribable fear in his heart. Now the fire in the big stove is still burning, and the half pot of roast chicken with winter bamboo shoots warming on the stove can still increase people's appetite, and the kitchen still maintains its warmth and kindness. will be drunk. Nothing has changed, but Liu Banban suddenly has a terrible premonition that everything is about to change, and it will change immediately. She even felt that all the warm and beautiful things would turn into disasters and misfortunes in an instant. Her hunches, like those of most weather-beaten, wise and beautiful women, were usually right. Their kind of women are like some particularly sensitive beasts, with a very mysterious and unexplainable sixth sense. Their feeling is even very close to the sixth sense of those super killers and super prodigal sons in the arena. —A high-class courtesan and a super-charlatan are in some respects the same kind of people? Liu Banban's premonition this time was indeed correct, the terrible change in her premonition really happened at this very moment. The kitchen door was closed but not bolted. —There are many people who think that the kitchen door is like a whore's door, which is always open, so it is neither locked nor bolted. This statement sounds plausible, but it is very wrong, because the door of a prostitute's house is latched far more than any other place.Especially good-looking whores. The kitchen door was left unbolted, and there was no need to bolt it, because the door had suddenly become two or three hundred pieces of splintered wood. A door that was obviously well installed was suddenly removed. A person raised his hand, and with a "bang", the door was broken, and every fragment was caught by a person, and some held it with their hands. Some elbowed, some clapped, and some punched. So this intact and solid door suddenly turned into a piece of broken wood. The broken wood is not the door, the door is gone. A group of eight or nine people walked into the kitchen stepping on broken wood. Everyone was in their forties or fifties, but their movements were flexible and vigorous, and they walked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. The boy in the market, like the boss who just killed their territory, is arrogant and energetic, and the energy in every blood vessel in his body seems to be ready to explode at any time. A group of eight or nine strong teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen walked into a kitchen with such a pace and posture, which was already shocking, let alone they were all middle-aged. What's more, the way they turned a door into a pile of broken wood just now is so fast, so accurate, so sure, so effective, every bend, every bump, every palm, every blow, every movement The landing points are all in the most accurate place.Definitely can cause maximum damage. If what they dealt with is not a door, but a person, if they still use this method to deal with this person, then the killing power and damage they caused can only be described by the word "destruction" . The main point was that the kitchen door was not bolted at all, and they didn't have to destroy a good door to get in. Are they doing this to demonstrate? No matter what they did it for, the partner felt that every pore of the whole body had begun to sweat, every muscle had begun to contract, and even the bladder had contracted. But on the surface, she didn't seem to feel anything at all. She was sitting quietly at her original place at this time, watching these people walk into the kitchen slowly with an unusually calm attitude and at an unusually calm pace. and then? Then they made a series of behaviors that others could not imagine, and their behavior even lasted for half an hour. Half an hour can already be regarded as a long period of time, and a lot of things can already be done. —How long is half an hour?How much can you do in half an hour? How many people can understand this concept? How many people can have this concept? Shengsan strode into the kitchen stepping on broken wood all over the floor. The situation in the kitchen was exactly as Murong Qiushui had promised, there were only two drunk men and a woman with an extremely thin waist and extremely long legs. Katsuzo is very satisfied with this. He likes to do things like this, but he doesn't like accidents, his friends are running out, and he hopes they all live to be seventy. Although the current situation seemed to be under his control, he was still unwilling to make any mistakes. So he had to ask this slim-waisted and long-legged woman first. "You are Liu Banban?" "yes." "This young man is Ding Ning?" "yes." "The other one is Jiang Duanxian?" "yes." "Is that Thirteen Beans Peng?" "yes." "Will you be wrong?" "Never will." Shengsan let out a long breath: "It looks like I didn't go to the wrong place, and I didn't find the wrong person." "you have not." Shengsan smiled: "That's great." Just when the smile lines on Shengsan's face began to appear, two people around him had already started to act. At this moment, the fists of these two people hit Jiang Duanxian and Ding Ning's lower back.Both hit the same part, the weakest part of a person's waist. Then they went on punching, and their fists came down like butcher's knives. Companion had already started to feel like vomiting, but she held back. After this series of painful experiences, she had learned to endure some things that others could not bear. She wanted to cry, but held back. Her face actually looked a little happy, and she used this look to ask Katsuzo. "I answered all the questions you asked me, now can I ask you one thing?" "Can." "Of course you know what kind of people Ding Ning and Jiang Duanxian are." "I know." Shengsan said, "They are all well-known masters in the world, but now in my eyes, they are just two pieces of dead meat." There was no threat or boast in his voice, he was just narrating a fact very calmly. "Under my brothers' hands, no matter who they are, they will soon become a piece of dead meat." Katsuzo said, "But they are never in a hurry." "Not in a hurry?" Banban couldn't help asking, "What does it mean not in a hurry?" "Not in a hurry means that they are not in a hurry to turn a person into a piece of dead meat." "I still don't understand what you mean." Companion said. Shengsan smiled: "Then let me ask you, have you ever seen a famous actress rushing to finish one of their famous plays?" "I don't." "It's the same with my brother," Katsuzo said. "They handle this kind of thing like a famous actor in his famous play. Usually they like to use a slower and more graceful method, because it's not easy for them. Speaking of which, this kind of thing is not a kind of rush to do business, but a kind of art, a kind of enjoyment." He said to his companion with a smile: "If you still don't understand what I mean, you just need to watch their performance to understand." After saying this, he chose the most comfortable chair and sat down. With a very appreciative attitude, he began to appreciate the performance of his brothers. It was really like a very "knowledgeable" person watching same play. After the first punch, their movements slowed down, and each movement became extremely slow and graceful. They started beating Ding Ning and Jiang Duanxian on the weakest parts of their bodies first, and then started beating their shoulders, thighs, arms, and legs.Make their pain worse and worse without making them faint too quickly. ——After passing out, you won't feel any pain. Fainting is originally one of the instincts of human beings to protect themselves. A drunk person becomes a little more sober if he throws up. Of course they don't want Ding Ning and Jiang Duanxian to wake up. For the outstanding performance of these brothers, Katsuzo clearly showed his appreciation and satisfaction. "What do you think of them?" Shengsan asked Banban. "I can only use two words to describe them." Companion sighed and said, "I think they are wonderful." She wasn't telling the truth. She just felt like throwing up. 她宁可他们用一种更残酷更暴烈的方法去对付丁宁和姜断弦，她宁可他们用市井匹夫流氓打手们用的那种方法去毒打他们，打得他们头破血流，骨折肉裂，她反而觉得好受一点。 这种打法，她实在受不了。 可是她再三告诉自己，绝不能把自己心里的想法表现出来。 她受到的折磨和苦难已经够多了，何况她的苦难并不能使丁宁和姜断弦的痛苦减少。 ——这个女孩是不是已经变得比较聪明了一点？ ——女人对这一类的事是不是总是学习得比较快？ 胜三忽然转过身，面对着伴伴，用一种非常温和和友善的声音问她：“你有没有看见过一个好吃的人在慢慢的享受一种非常丰富的晚餐？” “我看过。” “你看我的兄弟们现在的表情是不是也像那些人一样？” "It seems a little bit." 胜三微笑：“我的兄弟们当然也是跟我一样的人。”他又问伴伴：“我既然也跟他们一样，为什么没有和他们一起去享受这种晚餐？” “因为你有你自己为自己留下的晚餐。”伴伴说：“一个做老大的人，就算自己不留，他的兄弟们也会替他留下来的。” "rational." “一个做老大的人，他自己的晚餐通常都会比他的兄弟好一点。” “通常都是这样子的，”胜三说：“只不过这一次有一点不同。” "Which point?" “这一次不但比以前的都要好一点，而且我还可以保证，你绝对想不到我今天的晚餐是什么。” 伴伴的脸色忽然变了，心里忽然有说不出的恐惧。 刚才他们出手对付丁宁和姜断弦，她还能控制自己，因为直到现在她才真正发觉到这种恐惧，因为直到现在她才发现胜三看着她的眼神，就好像是一匹狼和一条毒蛇的混合，不但冷酷残暴，而且贪婪邪恶。 可是她一定要把这种恐惧尽量隐藏起来，所以她还是问胜三：“今天你的晚餐是什么？” “是你，”胜三说：“今天我特别为自己留下的晚餐就是你。” 伴伴闭上眼睛，眼前又是一片黑暗。 她想不通，为什么有些人总是活在噩梦里，虽有间断，却无休止。 她活着，好像只因为等待那一个接一个的噩梦间的片刻间隙。 ——这一场噩梦什么时候会醒呢？ she does not know. 这时候她已听到一种很奇怪的声音，一个拳头沉重而缓慢的打在她乳房上的声音。 然后，她才觉得有一种奇异而熟悉的感觉像浪潮涌上沙滩般遍布她全身。 最可怕的是，这种感觉究竟是痛苦还是快乐，连她自己都已分不清。 这个计时的沙漏是用一种很珍贵的水晶雕出来的，再配上手工极精细的镂金架子。 慕容秋水这一生中所用过的每一样东西，都是精品中的精品。 他对他生命中每一样东西，每一件事都非常挑剔。 现在他正在计时，计算胜三和他的兄弟要等到什么时候才能完成任务。 慕容秋水的估计是一个时辰。 胜三现在做的这一类事，本来用不着这么长的时候，这种事本来是一种很简单的事，用的方法本来应该是最直接的方法，简单、直接，有效，而且绝不浪费时间。 可是胜三在处理这一类事的时候，所用的方法却是完全不同的。 因为他把这种事变成了一种艺术，一种享受。 沙漏中的沙子慢慢的流下去，流得虽慢，却不会停，如果它停，只因为沙已流尽。 现在它停了，现在已经到了一个时辰。 慕容秋水站起来，走到韦好客的卧榻旁：“你是不是已经叫人把我那匹'八百'准备好了。” "yes." ——“八百”是一匹马，可以“夜行八百里”的快马。 “那么我现在就要走了。”慕容说：“我一定要在丁宁和伴伴还没有死的时候去看一看他们。” 他的声音异常温柔：“你知道，他们都是我的好朋友。” 看着慕容走出去之后，韦好客也闭上了眼睛，眼前也是一片黑暗。 He doesn't understand either. 他不懂他自己为什么总是会替慕容秋水去做很多他本来不愿意做的事，直到他残废之后，慕容秋水还是同样要他做。 他觉得自己好像上辈子欠了慕容秋水的。 在看着慕容走出去的这一瞬间，韦好客忽然觉得好后悔好后悔。 他忽然觉得自己好对不起丁宁。