Chapter 24 The 23rd Winter Bamboo Shoots Roasted Chicken Wine

After all, a fast horse is fast, and Murong Qiushui quickly saw the wooden house where Ding Ning was recuperating. Very soft light shines from the house, the night is so gentle, the cabin sleeps quietly in the night, it looks so peaceful and tranquil. But Murong knew that the peace and tranquility in this wooden house had been completely destroyed. Murong seldom acts alone, but this time is an exception, because this time the action is completely under his control, and there will be no mistakes. He absolutely believed in Shengsan and Shengsan's brothers. If it was not under the arrangement of absolute safety, these people would not start to act.

They would never do anything risky either. Their lives are already very comfortable, and they have begun to fear death. Unexpectedly, when Murong Qiushui saw these people, they were already dead. The fire in the big stove has been extinguished, the dishes on the table are already cold, and the people are already dead. Katsuzo and his brothers already had the upper hand, but their fists always turned into a nightmare for others. But now they were all down on the ground, each of them was like a twisted nail, twisted, crooked, cold and stiff. When they came to this place, there were nine people in total, and now there are also nine people who collapsed in this kitchen.

They came to "sort out" Ding Ning, Jiang Duanxian, and Banban.But now Ding Ning, Jiang Duanxian, and companions are all gone. Those who want to tidy up others have fallen, and those who are tidied up have disappeared. How is this going? No one knew what was going on, and neither did Murong Qiushui. There was only one thing that everyone was certain of, that some terrible and unexpected change had just taken place in the place. The most important point is that Katsuzo and his brothers are seasoned and experienced veterans—even if they are not masters, they are undoubtedly veterans.

Veterans are usually good players too. It is not easy to deal with this kind of people, but now they seem to die at the same moment, not even one can escape the door. Their corpses looked stiff and distorted, and their faces were terrifying and strange. They were undoubtedly assassinated on the spot in an instant with an extremely secret and cunning hand. Who is this guy? Murong Qiushui was still very calm, and even his expression didn't change a bit.He has always been a very calm, very self-controlled person. But what does he feel in his heart? He just felt cold sweat breaking out in the palm of his hand.

The light was still on, and it hadn't been shattered or extinguished, so it could be seen that there hadn't been a fierce battle here. From this point, it can also be proved that the person who took the shot has subdued Shengsan and all his brothers in a very short time. What's more, when this person came in, no one was on guard against him. With this in mind, the scope of this "murderer" can be narrowed down a lot. Murong Qiushui took a lamp, picked up a dead person, and began to examine. He must first find out what method this person used to kill someone. Of course he would not miss every part of the dead man's body, not even the change of every muscle, not even the creases of the clothes.

Not even the curl of the hair and the color of the skin and nails are missed. Then Murong Qiushui's pupils began to shrink. —Has he already figured out who the murderer is? —Has he already grasped very definite evidence? Mr. Murong, who has always been very calm and calm, suddenly had an expression that was difficult for others to see. His pale, arrogant and indifferent face, which had all the characteristics of a real alien, was suddenly distorted by anger. But at this moment, his face changed again, from a terrifying twist to gentle and peaceful. Now Murong Qiushui is Murong Qiushui again, gentle as water, proud as water, and cold as water.

He just used this wink to look at the darkness and emptiness outside the window, and then he did another strange thing. He suddenly spoke, facing the emptiness and darkness, he actually spoke. No sound can be heard in the emptiness and darkness, who is he talking to? He said, Murong Qiushui said, said two words. "Hello". To whom did he say this?Can this person hear him, can he answer? Yes. Just after he asked this sentence, someone was already answering in that empty darkness. "Are you asking me if I'm okay?" "yes." "You shouldn't have asked me that."

"why?" "Because you should know that I'm not good now." "why?" The answer in the dark was in a very, very ecstatic voice. "because of you." This answer is very strange, because the voice answering this sentence is a woman's voice. If a woman tells you that all your troubles are because of her. how do you feel If a woman tells you that her troubles are all because of you. what would you do? In this case, your solution is to use a comb to deal with it, as if your hair is already tangled. In this case, do you have to use a comb to solve it?

Reasoning is continuous, and cutting is still chaotic. Comb, the most effective. Some people in this world are like combs, because there are some people in this world like hair. Combs are born to deal with hair. There are such things as combs in this world. It is because people have hair that people invent combs. The hair needs to be combed with a comb and cut with scissors. If the hair is gone, if there is a puller, the hair will be gone. If you don’t comb it, the hair will be gone. And so came the comb. There are also many kinds of combs, some are good-looking, some are not good-looking, some are precious, and some are cheap.

The comb that appeared now is the most precious and beautiful one. This comb is Huajing Yinmeng. To a man, Huajing Yinmeng is like a comb to a head of hair. It was as if this woman was born to deal with men. Does Murong Qiushui have hair? If a man loves a woman, that woman is the comb and he is the hair. Murong doesn't know how to love anyone anymore, even he doesn't even love himself, how could he love others?Could it be love because of dreams? He doesn't love Yinmeng. However, he is hair. If a woman sees a man's weaknesses and catches them, this woman will be his comb, who can comb his hair anytime and anywhere to make it docile.

"because I?" Murong Qiushui looked at Huajing Yinmeng who appeared from the darkness like a ghost: "You said that you are not doing well recently because of me?" He didn't show a look of surprise, because the dream would suddenly appear here, as if it had been expected by him. He's even laughing. "You said that I did such a shameful thing. You told me to be wary of Ding Ning's brothers, sisters, relatives and friends at all times. You even amputated my best friend's leg." Murong said with a smile: "Now you still say that you are not good because of me." "Yes." Huajing Yinmeng was also laughing: "That's what I want to say." Of course her smile is prettier than Murong Qiushui, and prettier than most people, but Murong doesn't show any appreciation. Because he knows that this kind of woman is the scariest when she smiles the best. "Do you know that I am right to do this." Yinmeng said, "It is you who are wrong." "Is it me?" Murong deliberately said with a very curious expression: "Is it me?" "Ok." "why?" Huajing Yinmeng didn't answer, but asked instead: "You asked me how I am recently, do you know what 'good' means? What does 'not good' mean?" "What do you say?" Murong Qiushui actually asked back: "What do you mean by that?" "Well, I don't understand, because I've never had a good time." "Are you having a bad time?" "I'm often not good." Yinmeng said: "My mood is always bad, my body is not good, I don't eat well, my appetite is not good, I don't drink well, I am not good to women, and I am not good to men. , so everyone said that I am really bad.” She said: "But this time I am not good, but not for other people." "This time you are not purely for me." "That's it. It's for you." "why?" "Because you're really nothing." Of course, what Huajing Yinmeng said was reasonable. "I don't blame you for letting the man who killed my husband go, and for bringing against me the man I've long forgotten and never want to see again." Yinmeng said: "None of these things made me bad. The one who made me bad is you and only you." "I'm listening." Murong said, "You know I always like to listen to what you say." He asked Yin Meng: "Do you remember that I often listen to you?" He asked Yinmeng: "Do you remember that I often listened to you and heard the dawn." This man and this woman are talking, and what they say is not words, or even words that are not human. These two people are not only human beings, but also extremely extraordinary people. They said such things only because they both knew one thing. ——They all know that when a person is at his lowest and most nervous, if he can still say something that is not human, he can make his mood better. Now they say such things only because their emotions are already tense like bowstrings. The tensed bowstring is still, and the two people are just facing each other quietly. At this moment, all the past and memories between them, all the grievances and emotions, suddenly all came back, all returned to their gaze. But in the next moment, all these memories and emotions suddenly disappeared.Even as if it never happened. This is by no means because they have forgotten.This feeling is not the same as forgetting. Nor will this affection be forgotten. This feeling is like a person standing in front of a huge rock. Although his eyes can see this rock, he can still touch it, but this rock no longer exists in his eyes. For his eyes are blind. After a long time, Murong Qiushui sighed softly. "I knew it was over between us a long time ago." He said to Yinmeng, "but I never thought that we would be over so thoroughly." "There are many things like this." Yin Meng said: "We all think we are smart people, but there are probably more things that we didn't think of than others." "Why is this?" Murong Qiushui asked himself and answered, "Is it because we think too much?" His answer is also a question.There is no need to answer this question anymore. "It doesn't matter if you think too much, what matters is whether you always like to think about things you shouldn't think about." "This is actually not important." Murong said: "The important thing is that some things often end before they start, and more importantly, some things start when they are already over." "It makes sense," Yin repeated after a long dream, "What you said really makes sense." "Then I'm going to ask you." "what?" Murong Qiushui asked a very strange question, he actually asked Huajing Yinmeng. "Have you and Ding Ning already started?" What will Yinmeng and Dingning start?The hatred between them has taken root, and if there is hatred between people, it means that all other relationships are over, and what can begin? What kind of question is this question, and how ridiculous it is to ask. But Huajing Yinmeng obviously didn't think so. Her expression and attitude didn't change, but she actually asked Murong Qiushui back. "What were you talking about?" Murong smiled. He believed that Yinmeng should have heard every word he said just now, so this question should not be asked by a woman like Huajing Yinmeng. She asked out, just for a reason—— She has a guilty conscience. Most smart men would not be able to answer the question posed by a guilty woman, so Murong just said: "The boundary between life and death is just an instant, everyone's life and death are the same." He Say, "The same goes for the line between love and hate." Murong explained: "Sometimes when you love someone to the extreme, it will turn into hate in an instant." Murong Qiushui said: "When you hate someone to the extreme, sometimes it will become like this .” "From hate to love?" "yes." Murong Qiushui said: "Hate and love are both the limit and the end of human emotions. No matter which way you go in, when you reach the end limit, there is only a thin line between them." "Yes." Huajing Yinmeng actually admitted: "I know that many things are like this." "So I believe that your feelings for Ding Ning have completely changed," Murong said, "So I believe that Ding Ning is not only not dead, but must have been well protected by you." Huajing Yinmeng suddenly showed her very special character and courage, and she admitted it immediately. "yes." She looked directly at Murong: "I can guarantee that no one can hurt him now." Murong smiled wryly: "Why do the things you do always surprise people?" "You seduced the companion, you used me, and set up this trap for you to deal with Jiang Duanxian and Ding Ning. It's already quite remarkable to be able to do this." Murong Qiushui said, "But for this half of the matter, I still have to deal with it." It is conceivable that in the second half, I don't know how you did it?" "What about the second half?" "I really didn't expect that you would do such a thing for Ding Ning, and I also couldn't imagine how you would deal with Jiang Duanxian." Murong said, "I couldn't even imagine how you could stop Shengsan and his brothers in an instant." Huajing Yinmeng's eyes, which are the same as anyone else's, are still staring straight at Murong. From a certain angle, her eyes look like an idiot. But suddenly she laughed again. At the beginning, she smiled as usual, gentle, graceful and attractive. But in an instant that no one could notice, her smile had changed, and became just like Murong Qiu's smile when she was level, full of confidence and arrogance, but also full of sarcasm. Murong Qiushui also smiled, but his smile was not as chic as usual, because he had discovered that there was an absolutely shocking secret hidden in Yinmeng's smile. "Do you know what I'm laughing at?" Yinmeng suddenly asked Murong. "I have no idea." "Actually, you should know." Huajing Yinmeng said, "You should know that I'm laughing at you." "Laughing at me?" Murong Qiushui remained calm: "I can't think of anything ridiculous about me." "It's ridiculous just because you can't think of it." "Oh?" "You think you are a very smart person, you have calculated everything, even every detail of everything." Huajing Yinmeng said, "It's a pity that you often forget a little bit." "Which point?" "You tend to forget that there are many kinds of people in this world, and not every kind of people is the same as you." Yinmeng told Murong: "There are many people whose ideas and concepts are not only different from yours, but also very far away from you. Far." "I admit." "Did you ask me just now, how could I stop Katsuzo and his brother in an instant?" "yes." "Then I can tell you now that I have no way to restrain them at all." Huajing Yinmeng said, "But I have a way to find someone to restrain them." She told Murong again: "This is what you don't understand, because you and Wei Haoke both live in the tower, and you will never understand how to find someone who can do something for you." Something no one else can do." Murong Qiushui could no longer laugh. "Who did you find?" He couldn't help asking Yinmeng: "Who can do such a thing for you." Laugh because of the dream. "That's certainly important, and it's something you never think about." "I admit." "But you should always admit that everyone has his weaknesses, because you don't admit that you have weaknesses at all." Yin Meng said, "Do you think so?" She didn't ask Murong Qiushui this question, and the person who answered this question was certainly not Murong Qiushui. The person who answered this sentence was indeed a person that no one could ever imagine, but as soon as this person appeared, all the questions were answered. The door had been destroyed, and there was darkness outside the door. At this moment, a person slowly walked into the door from the darkness, walked in with an unusually steady pace, and said in an unusually special voice: "yes." This person said: "A person who always feels that he has no weakness, this is his greatest weakness." "Isn't this weakness usually an Achilles' heel?" "yes." The man said: "Only this kind of weakness can kill people like Murong Qiushui." He actually asked Murong: "Are you right?" Murong Qiushui didn't answer this sentence, because he was completely speechless. Saw this man emerging from the darkness.This proud and conceited young master seemed to have become another person. Turned into a man who was almost dead. —The dead man was, of course, a man who died of fright. Murong Qiushui would never have imagined that it was Jiang Duanxian who walked in from outside the door. Jiang Duanxian's attitude was still the same as before, calm, serious and stern.But in Murong Qiushui's eyes, this person has become another person. ——After a person betrays himself, his appearance will definitely change. Even if his appearance remains the same, his impression will also change. At this instant, Murong Qiushui understood many things. The most important point is that all the unexpected changes were caused by Jiang Duanxian alone. More importantly, absolutely no one in this world would have imagined that Jiang Duanxian was such a person. Not only did he fail to expect that all these impossible changes actually happened, just because Huajing Yinmeng actually bought Jiang Duanxian. If you understand this, you will understand that the impossible is possible. Jiang Duanxian was still as calm as a rock. "Mr. Murong, I believe you must have understood what I mean by now." He said: "Everyone has weaknesses, even the unparalleled Mr. Murong is no exception. How can the executioner Jiang Duanxian make an exception?" Murong smiled. "The one who is unparalleled in the world is not Murong Qiushui, but the one who is unparalleled in the world is Jiang Duanxian." "The knife may be, but the person is not." Jiang Duanxian said, "It is because of my weakness that Mrs. Huajing can realize her plan that no one can imagine." "What's your weakness?" "I'm afraid of death." "Are you afraid of death?" Murong Qiushui was obviously also taken aback: "Peng Shisandou, who kills without counting, and Jiang Duanxian, who kills like chopping vegetables, are also afraid of death?" "Yes," Jiang Duanxian said, "Mrs. Huajing's plan will succeed just because others don't expect me to be afraid of death." The flower scene is as beautiful as a flower dream because of the smile of the dream. "Killing and being killed are two completely different things. People who kill more people may be more afraid of death." She said, "It is because I understand this truth that I am successful." Murong Qiushui smiled wryly: "You are really amazing, you are really an amazing woman." "I really am, I admit it." Jiang Duanxian said: "I have never been defeated in my life, but I was defeated by Ding Ning's knife. Although I was defeated, I was not dead." Jiang Duanxian said: "Although defeat is not good, at least it is better than death. Ding Ning's knife, I don't want to die under his knife again." "So when Huajing Yinmeng found you this time, you compromised." "yes." "So you pretend to be drunk." "Yes," Jiang Duanxian said, "I already knew what kind of wine that kind of wine is, how could I get drunk!" "But Ding Ning is really drunk." "He doesn't know, how can he not be drunk?" "Then Shengsan and his brothers appeared." Murong said, "It's a pity that they don't know that you are not drunk yet, and there is still a way to resist their fixes." "That's because my energy is still there, but Ding Ning's energy has disappeared in the wine." Jiang Duanxian sighed: "Although wine can give you a lot of arrogance, your strength will often disappear at the same time." "I will remember your words." Murong Qiushui said: "In the future, I will probably never drink as much as before." "I believe," Jiang Duanxian said, "I even believe that you will probably never drink again in the future." "why?" "Because the dead will never drink," Jiang Duanxian said, "Only the dead will not drink." Murong Qiushui suddenly did a very strange thing. He suddenly used a very strange method to ignite the embers that were about to go out in the big stove. The method he used was just like the method used by primitive people to protect the fire. No one would have imagined that Mr. Murong could use this method to light the fire. Then he simmered the unfinished winter bamboo shoots and chicken on the fire, and poured the unfinished pot of wine into the pot. Every movement of his is very graceful, like a very good actor performing a one-man show. Huajing Yinmeng and Jiang Duanxian just watched like an audience.Because they didn't understand what Murong Qiushui was doing. So they have to watch it. The chicken is hot, the soup is hot, the wine is in the soup, and the soup is in the chicken. Murong Qiushui found two rags, put the casserole on the table, found a spoon that didn't even have a chip in it, took a spoonful of soup, and drank it slowly. A very satisfied expression appeared on his face immediately, "Great, really great." Murong Qiushui drank the spoonful of soup before going to see Huajing Yinmeng and Jiang Duanxian. "You two must also know that drinking is a kind of fun, no matter what method you use to drink." He explained: "Even if you pour wine into braised chicken and you go to drink chicken soup, that is also a kind of fun." Murong said: "Because this kind of wine is so strong, you can only drink it in this way so that you won't get drunk too quickly." Jiang Duanxian suddenly said: "You are right, I will accompany you." He also sat down and drank chicken soup, and this chicken soup can be intoxicating, and this kind of demeanor they show in this situation can also be intoxicating. So Huajing Yinmeng was actually scooping up soup for them. After a long time, Murong Qiushui said to Jiang Duanxian: "You were bought by Yinmeng, you did an unimaginable thing, you killed Shengsan and his brothers, you ruined Ding Ning, You also ruined an innocent little woman. These things were originally your secrets, but you told me." Murong said: "Because you think I will never reveal your secrets." ——Only dead people will never reveal other people's secrets. "Yes." Jiang Duanxian said: "In my eyes, you are no different from a dead person." "You think you can kill me at any time?" "You are dying now." "Are you sure you can kill me?" "I have got." "I also admit it." Murong said, "If Jiang Duanxian and Huajing Yinmeng can't kill Murong Qiushui, that would be a strange thing." His voice was still as calm as autumn water: "It's just that strange things often happen." Jiang Duanxian no longer spoke, no matter what he said now, it was already superfluous. He stood up slowly, his eyes seemed to have suddenly turned into nails, nailing Murong. At this moment, his knife was already in his hand. No one ever knew where his knife was drawn from, let alone when it would come out of its sheath. His knife seems to have become a part of his body, as long as he wants to draw the knife, the knife is there. As long as he sees his knife, he seems to become another person, who can hang the life and death of any other person in this world under his knife. This kind of person gives others the feeling that they are almost close to "devil" and "god". Murong Qiushui didn't seem to have this feeling at all. No one knew what he was feeling in his heart. Now his life and death were hanging by other people's blades, but he didn't even seem to feel it at all. This is how Murong Qiushui feels. —a man who has no feeling at all, not even past and future. This person seems to be a blank space, just an empty shell piled up with a lot of jewels. Everyone in the arena knows that he knows martial arts, but no one knows the depth of his martial arts. Even the people who are most afraid of him don't know if he has fought against others in his life?Of course, I don't know who he has fought against?Not to mention whether he won or lost? However, at this moment, Jiang Duanxian suddenly had a very special feeling for this person, as if he suddenly discovered that a stone was actually a diamond. ——A person who has no feeling usually brings this feeling to others. It feels very cold, like a diamond, and like a blade. Jiang Duanxian suddenly felt that he had underestimated this person all along, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a murderous aura emanating from this insensitive person's body, which was as cold as autumn water, and it was imminent. He himself was originally a man full of murderous aura, and he had never let other people's murderous aura invade him. Why is he an exception today? Jiang Duanxian's heart sank because he discovered something even stranger and more terrifying. He suddenly found that other people's murderous intent invaded, just because his own body had become very weak. His pupils are also gradually expanding, and Murong Qiushui's head is also gradually expanding in his pupils. Then he heard Murong Qiushui asking him as if from far away. "If you are afraid of death, afraid of dying under Ding Ning's knife, then why didn't you kill Ding Ning on the execution ground?" Many people will not understand this point, perhaps only Jiang Duanxian can fully understand it. So he heard himself laughing, and his own voice seemed to say in a distant place: "You won't know, why I did this, you will never know." "Unfortunately, I just knew." "what do you know?" "You not only want to die, but you also want to be famous." Murong Qiushui said, "If you release Ding Ning on the execution ground, you will immediately win a reputation that will shock the world. No one will know that you already have a way to deal with Ding Ning. I would never have thought that you had colluded with Huajing Yinmeng." "But you did." "That's because I was born to be better than others." Murong Qiushui said flatly: "I was born to be nobler and better than you people, no matter how strong your martial arts are, it doesn't matter." "Oh." "Even if you are an unparalleled expert, you are still just a slave in front of me." Murong said, "Because I am a nobleman, but you are a beggar. You will never be able to lift your head up in front of me." .” He said: "Just because you feel this yourself, you feel inferior, and because of this, you try your best to express yourself in front of me." "What did I show?" "It shows your heroism," Murong Qiushui said, "If I can calmly cook chicken and drink wine in this life-and-death situation, of course you have to be as chic as me." "So what?" Jiang Duanxian asked. "It doesn't matter much." Murong said, "At most, it's just one more dead person in this world." The blue veins on the back of Jiang Duanxian's hand holding the knife were like snakes in a snake's lair, even on his forehead. He asked Murong Qiushui word by word. "Who is this person who died?" "It's you." The person who answered this sentence was not Murong Qiushui, the person who answered this sentence was actually Huajing Yinmeng. She sighed suddenly, looked at Jiang Duanxian with a very sad and regretful look and said, "You are the one who died." Jiang Duanxian was silent. In his life, no one has ever dared to say such words to him, no matter whether he appears as Jiang Duanxian or Peng Shisandou. No matter who said such words in front of him, the head of this person would probably roll to the ground soon. Strangely, this time he didn't seem to respond at all. ——Jiang Duanxian, who shot like lightning and killed people in an instant, how could his reaction become so slow?Is it because he deliberately wants others to have a wrong impression of him, and deliberately wants others to underestimate him. ——This method was originally one of the strategies used by martial arts masters. Huajing became full of tenderness again because of the voice of the dream. "Of course your martial arts and sword skills are not inferior to Murong's. It's a pity that he is not the one who will die this time." "why?" "Because you were too sure of yourself this time, you made a fatal mistake." "Oh?" "You are usually a very careful person, and you are very cautious, even when taking a shower." Huajing Yinmeng said to Jiang Duanxian: "But this time your mistake was caused by negligence." Jiang Duanxian was actually laughing, as if he was sneering, but also as if he wasn't. Huajing Yinmeng said: "You caused this negligence, besides being too confident, of course there are other reasons." "what reason?" "First, you underestimated Murong Qiushui. You always thought that he was just a flamboyant young man riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves, and he didn't understand anything about the world." Huajing Yinmeng sighed: "This You're not only wrong about one thing, you're dead wrong." Jiang Duanxian was silent. "Secondly, you didn't pay much attention to him when he was cooking chicken and wine." Huajing Yinmeng said, "Because you have tasted the chicken and wine before, and you would never have imagined that Mr. Murong would do it himself. Doing such things, with such dignity and grace in the movements, and such delicacy in the air of life and death, it all distracts your attention." There was no sweat on Jiang Duanxian's forehead, his sweat had dried up, his face was even paler, but there were bloodshot eyes. He stared at Huajing Yinmeng with his bloodshot eyes, and asked word by word: "I admit, I was negligent this time." He asked Yinmeng: "But negligence does not necessarily kill you. " "Yes, most people in this world are negligent, and most people in this world are still alive," Yin Meng said, "It's a pity that you forgot the most important point." "Which point?" "Other people can be negligent, but you can't have people like you," Yin Meng said, "Even if you can be negligent in ten thousand things in front of others, you can't be negligent in one thing in front of Murong Qiu Shui." She told Jiang Duanxian: "Because our noble young master knows much more than you." Murong Qiushui smiled. "Everyone knows that I am not from the rivers and lakes, and I seldom walk around in the rivers and lakes. I believe you must know this too." Murong said: "You have investigated every person who may become your enemy very clearly." "He is indeed like this." Yin Meng said. "Then he should also know that among our corporals there are many quack people, and many of them are no longer seen." Murong said: "Everyone of them knows a little bit about the despicable and shameless things in the Jianghu. It is a trick to plot against others, of course they also know this." Murong said: "If there are seventy or eighty people like this under my sect, if each of them knows a little bit, then I know about seventy or eighty points." "Yes." Huajing Yinmeng said, "That's what I mean." "In this case, if I want to tamper with the pot of chicken wine, isn't it easy?" "Probably so." Huajing Yinmeng said: "If a person of status like you wants to use a noble and elegant method to do a little despicable deeds in the world, it will probably be difficult for people to find out." "Whether other people will find out, I dare not say." Murong said, "But I believe that Mr. Jiang will never find out." "why?" "Because he has already used up my pot of chicken wine with some seasoning." "What seasoning did you add?" "Of course it's a condiment that can turn a living person into a dead person at any time." The pale-faced Jiang Duanxian suddenly shouted: "I also have this kind of seasoning for killing people." He said: "My seasoning is my knife." The knife swung out. The backhand bends the elbow, the blade pushes outward, and the technique, part, and measure of the hand are all the essence of Jiang Duanxian's knife skills that he has practiced hard all his life.Not even a single point is wrong. Not wrong, but a little slower. Although he had displayed the essence of his lifelong martial arts, although he had exhausted all his strength, his strike was still a bit slow. Although it was only a little slower, the importance of this point was beyond anyone's imagination. He sacrificed and endured with his wisdom, energy, strength, and patience throughout his life, and the fame and honor he gained in exchange for it all disappeared in "this point" like a piece of ice melting in spring water. When this saber was struck, it didn't hit the other person's throat joints, nor did it cut off other people's meridians and blood vessels. The knife actually cut into the air. The outcome of life and death depends on this knife. This knife is like a gambler putting all his wealth and life on the last bet of gambling. He had spotted the trap door. It's just that there is life and death in life, Jiang Duanxian is not a gambler, he won't lose even if he doesn't gamble. But his knife actually cut into the gate of death. The dead door is empty. Murong Qiu Shui didn't move, not even moved his fingertips, didn't even blink his eyes. He just stood there motionless, watching Jiang Duanxian wielding his saber, watching Jiang Duanxian's eyes suddenly burst into deadly black when he realized that his saber had missed, just like a ferocious beast suddenly finds itself in a trap. The same look. ——Of course, when he chopped off someone's head with a knife, did he look at that person's eyes? Murong sighed. "Mr. Jiang, you have never missed a knife in your life, and I don't know how many people's heads have been broken by your knife. Have you ever been happy?" Murong said: "Now your knife has only missed once, why do you bother?" so sad?" Jiang Duanxian stared at the knife in his hand, and suddenly swung the knife with his back wrist, cutting the large blood vessel in the back of his neck. “叮”的一声响，火花四溅，他手里的刀竟然也被击落。 慕容秋水的眼神如秋水。 “姜先生，你不该这么样做的，我劝你还是赶快走吧。” “你……你要我走？” “是的。”慕容说：“因为你要死，也不该死在这里。” "why?" “你知不知道，大象临死之前，总是会先去找一个埋尸藏骨之处，因为它珍惜它的牙，死后也不愿被人毁损。”慕容说：“姜先生，你的名声岂非也正如象的牙一样，难道你要让它在你死后被人羞侮？” 姜断弦面如死灰，脚步已开始往后退。 花景因梦叹了口气。 “姜先生，你不要恨我不出手助你，此时此刻，我出手也没有用的。”她说：“而且不管慕容秋水是个什么样的人，他说的话，实在有点道理。” 直等到姜断弦这个人完全消失在死灰色的黑暗中，花景因梦才转身面对慕容：“你这个人说的话虽然常常很有道理，做出来的事却常常全无道理。” "Oh?" “你为什么就这样让姜断弦走了？” “因为他已经是个死人。” “至少现在他还没有死。” 慕容秋水笑了笑，“中了我亲手下的毒，如果没有我亲手去解，世上有谁能活过三个时辰？” 花景因梦又在叹息！ “大概不会有了。”因梦说：“男人们常常喜欢说，天下最毒妇人心，有些女人的心肠，往往比蛇蝎还毒，我看这些男士们实在太谦虚了，一个男人的心狠起来，十个女人也比不上。” 慕容在笑。“不管怎么样，谦虚总是种美德，能谦虚一点总是好的。” “你配出来的毒药，除了你自己之外，真的没有别人可救？”因梦问。 “大概是真的。”慕容说：“如果你不信，不妨试试。” “我信。”因梦说：“你应该知道，你说的话，每个字我都相信。” 她的笑靥忽然又变得高雅如兰艳丽如海棠，“我说的话，你信不信呢？”她反问慕容。 “那就要看你说的是什么了？” “如果我说，我配的毒药，除了我自己之外，天下也别无他人能解。”花景因梦问：“你信不信？” 她是用一种非常诚恳的口气问出这句话的，可是就在这一瞬间，慕容秋水的瞳孔却突然收缩。 这时候，姜断弦已倒下去。 他倒下去的时候，眼前已经只剩下一片死黑，别的全都没有了。 这时候正是夜色最深的时候，在慕容秋水忽然收缩了的瞳孔最深处，那种黑暗，都已经不是夜色可以比拟的了。 那种黑色，已经不是人类任何一种言语文字所能形容。 那种黑色，已经是死黑，就好像姜断弦忽然发现他的刀已非他的刀时，眼中忽然涌出的那种死黑色一样。 那种黑色，就好像姜断弦的刀锋砍断别人头颅时，那个人眼中的颜色一样。 一个人只有在知道自己已经接近死亡时，眼中才会有这种颜色。 现在慕容秋水的眼睛里，为什么也有了这种颜色？ 这是不是因为他知道花景因梦太了解他，他也太了解花景因梦？ 花景因梦的笑靥依旧灿烂如花。 “慕容秋水，我们是老朋友，也是好朋友，你知道我一向是最关心你的，你的脸色为什么会忽然变得这么难看了呢？”她问慕容：“你是不是忽然生病了？是不是忽然觉得有什么地方不舒服？还是忽然想起了什么让你觉得悲伤悔痛的往事？” 慕容秋水的笑容虽然已经没有他独特的风格了——可是他仍然笑了笑：“我这一生中，唯一让我悲伤悔恨的事，就是认识了你。” “你这个人真是太没良心了，而且记忆力太差。”因梦悠悠的说：“我还记得你以前曾经对我说过，你这一生中最欢喜高兴的事，就是认识了我。” “这些话，我并没有忘记。” “那么你也应该记得，我们曾经在一起度过了多少快乐的日子。” "Of course I do." “那么你还有什么悲伤悔恨的？” 因梦是个非常聪明，非常“懂”的女人，所以她自己回答了这个问题：“你悔恨，是不是只因为我在那段日子里，对你了解得太多了。” 慕容无语。 “正因为我对你了解得太多，也太深，所以你无论要做什么事，我都可以预料得到。”因梦说：“你是个多变的男人，在不同的情况下，你所做的事，也是完全不同的。” 她又强调：“可是不管在哪种情况下，你要做的事，我都可以预料得到。” 慕容居然没有抗辩。 “譬如说，如果你忽然发觉你已落入了一个陷阱的时候，你会怎么做呢？”因梦说：“你当然不会束手就缚的，更不会甘心就死。” 她说：“就是你明明知道情况已经糟透了，你还是会想尽一切方法来挣扎求生。” 慕容承认。 ——只有死人才会放弃求生的愿望。 “所以我就问自己，在今天这种情况下，当你忽然发现你已经落入我们的陷阱中时，你会怎么做呢？”因梦说：“你当然要想法子利用这个地方每一样东西来作为你求生的工具。” “是的。”慕容说：“一走进这个陷阱，我就已经把这个地方的每一样东西都观察得非常仔细了。” “我也是这么想，”因梦说：“所以在你还没有走进来之前，我已经替你把这个地方每一样东西都观察过一遍。” 她说：“我一定要先看清楚，这地方有些什么东西可以帮助你脱离死境，求一条生路，”因梦说：“我一定要先把你所有的生路全部断绝。” “我明白。”慕容秋水苦笑：“其实我早就应该明白，你的作风一向都是这样子的。” 可是这里只不过是一个厨房而已，一个和普通人家并没有什么两样的厨房。 一个普通人家的厨房里，有些什么东西呢？ ——一个炉子，一个烟囱，炉灶旁堆着的一些木炭柴煤。有火，当然要有水，一个水缸，一个水勺，当然都免不了的，水缸里，当然还要有水。 ——除了水缸外，当然还要有米缸。没有米，怎么样煮饭？没有饭的厨房，怎么能算是一个厨房？ ——除了水缸米缸之外，还要有什么缸呢？ 答案是：至少还要有两种缸。 一种是酱缸，大大小小，各式各样的酱缸，酱着各式各样不同的菜料渍物，在大家都不愿意出门的时候，坐在厨房，看着这些大大小小的酱缸，心中通常会感觉到一种很丰富的满足。 一种不虞饥饿匮乏的满足。 还有一种缸，当然是酒缸。 炒菜，需要料酒，料酒可以避腥，除膻，增加鱼肉的鲜味。 不但炒，煮、烹、炖、煎、炸、煨、蒸、烤、烘、熏、熬、炒，都需要料酒的。 厨房里怎么能没有酒缸？ 何况，有些男人，根本就不曾走进一个没有酒缸的厨房。 一个没有酒缸的厨房，就像是一个没有嘴的女人一样，有时候，你虽然会觉得“她”也有好处，因为“她”可以让你避免诱惑，免于醉，免于慌乱，甚至还不会开口说话的噜嗦。 可是，如果你是一个男人，你会不会喜欢一个没有嘴的女人呢？ 除了缸之外，厨房里当然还要有一些别的要开口的东西。刀，也是要开口的，菜刀也一样。 不开口的刀，怎么能割鸡头砍鸭头剥骨头切菜头剖鱼头去葱头斩羊头。 此七头不断，这个厨房还能烧什么菜？ 刀要开口才利，缸要开口才是缸。 可是厨房里还有一些别的东西是不能开口的。 ——油瓶、酱瓶、醋瓶、糖罐、盐罐、辣椒罐，都是不能开口的。 瓶瓶罐罐本来就是不能开口，开口变坏了。 ——女人们是不是也应该该学习学习这些瓶瓶罐罐？ 炖菜的砂锅，煨菜的瓦锅，炒菜的铁锅，平常都清洗得干干净净，把锅“凉”在一边，把锅盖“凉”在另外一边，“凉”得清清爽爽——这是“开口”的时候。 可是等到砂锅里有了鱼头、白菜、豆腐、肉丸、薰鸭的时候，瓦锅里有了鱼翅、燕窝、鲍鱼、干贝的时候，就要把锅盖“闷”得严丝合缝，密不透气了。 花景因梦说：“厨房里当然还有锅铲、汤杓、砧板、和杯、盘、碗、筷。”她说：“有些人家的厨房里还供着灶神爷，一年四季香火不断。” “上天言好事，下界保平安。”慕容秋水说：“我真该到我家的厨房里去看看，他们有没有供一位灶神爷。” “就算有，也没有用。”因梦：“你的平安，是灶神爷保不了的。” "Oh?" “灶神爷是个小神，你却是位贵人，”因梦说：“它怎么能管得了你的事？” "rational!" “如果连灶神爷都保不了你的平安，那些锅子、碗子、瓶子、罐子当然更管不了。” 慕容秋水叹了口气：“我又不能把自己变成一只蟑螂躲到罐子里去。” “那些刀好像也帮不了你什么忙，”花景因梦说：“因为这个厨房里虽然有八九把刀，却没有一把刀能比得上姜先生的。” “就算把那些刀都加起来，恐怕也比不上姜先生那把刀上的一个缺口。” “所以我就要动脑筋想了。” "What are you thinking?" “想一个聪明绝顶的慕容秋水；忽然发现自己落入一个陷阱时，应该利用什么来救自己，”因梦说：“我当然也要想，这个厨房里有些什么东西能够救得了慕容秋水。” “你想出来了没有？” “当然想出来了。” 花景因梦说：“眼力洞悉秋毫，绝不会错过任何一点有利机会，对毒药的研究之深，甚至比当年宗大国手对围棋研究得更透彻。” 她说：“像这么样一个人，到了一个有一锅冬笋烧鸡和半坛酒的厨房里，如果他没有想到利用这锅鸡和这坛酒，那么这个人是个什么样的人？” 慕容苦笑：“不管这个人是个什么样的人，至少总不会是慕容秋水。” “非但不会是慕容秋水，根本就不能算是一个人。”因梦说：“如果我想不到这一点，我也不能算是一个人了。” “我承认。”慕容又叹息，“你不但是人，而且是个人精。” “那么我问你，做人精如果算准了你要做什么事，这个人精是不是就应该先发制人？” "yes." “如果你是这个人精，你会怎么做？” 慕容想也不想就回答：“我当然会先在那锅鸡或者那坛酒里下一点毒，”他说：“因为那个白痴慕容如果要诱人中他的毒，他自己一定先把那锅有毒的鸡酒吃一点的。” “自己先故意上些当，然后让别人上同样的当。”因梦说：“在古往今来的骗术史上，这本来就是种很古老也很有效的法子。” “所以那个笨蛋才会上当。” "The results of it?" “结果是一个笨蛋和一个白痴都上当了，”慕容秋水说：“笨蛋将先上当，白痴慕容后上当。” "and then?" “然后，”慕容秋水长叹：“笨蛋先死，白痴后亡，还有什么然后。” 花景因梦笑了。 她一直在不停的笑，一直笑个不停，就像有一个人将一把刀架在她的咽喉上，强迫她笑，非笑不可，否则就要将她的咽喉割断。 她的笑声听起来就是这样子的。 ——一个刚做了那么多得意事的女人，怎么会有这种笑声？ 被害的慕容秋水神情反而又变得优雅而从容起来，甚至又在享用他的鸡酒。 毒煞人的鸡酒。 花景因梦连笑声都已快被割断了。慕容秋水从从容容的用他手里谁也不知道从哪里变出来的银筷夹了一块鸡，放在嘴里，细细品味，慢慢咀嚼，然后再用一种很幽静的声音问花景因梦：“你是不是觉得很奇怪？”慕容问：“你是不是在奇怪我为什么到现在还没有毒发倒地？” “我本来的确有一点奇怪，”因梦说：“可是现在我已经不奇怪了。” "why?" “因为我忽然想起了一件事。” "What's up?" “解毒术，”因梦说：“无药无方，归真返璞，片刻之间，其毒自解。” 慕容微笑，笑得很保守，可是又恢复了那种贵族的骄气。 “这只不过是江湖中的一种传说而已，想不到你居然也听说过，而且居然相信。” “这不是传说，更不是江湖间的传说。”因梦说：“这是秘密流传在贵族间的一种避死术，而且是极当权的贵族。” "Oh?" “有些贵族大臣被皇帝以毒药赐死——当着内侍饮下皇帝御赐的毒药后，还能够活下去。就因为他们在某一个不知年的朝代，某一个不知名的海岛上，以五百名童贞女，五万斤十足金，五十万石梗米，换得了这种神秘而又神奇的避死解毒术。” "Oh?" “据说当时参与这件事的，只有三家人，而且只传嫡子。”花景因梦说：“当今天下有这种资格的，大该也只有三五人而已。” 她说：“你当然是其中之一。” 慕容又笑：“听起来这实在已经不像是传说，简直已经像是神话了。” “其实我早就应该想到这一点了。”因梦说：“我根本不该给你说话的机会，根本不应该给你任何机会拖延时间，让你施展你的解毒术。” 她忍不住叹息：“我这一生中，做得最错的恐怕就是这件事。” “你又错了，”慕容秋水笑容温和：“你做得最错的，绝不是这件事。” “那么我做得最错的是哪件事？” 慕容不回答，只笑，就在这时候，木屋外面忽然响起“夺、夺、夺、夺。”一连串声音，大多数人都应该听得出这是几十几百个铁钩子钉入木板里的声音。 这个厨房就是用木板搭成的。 花景因梦既然已经知道外面发了什么事，但却仍然声色不动，仍然问慕容：“我究竟做错了什么？” 慕容终于回答：“你做得最错的一件事，就是你根本不该相信解毒术。” "why?" “因为这个世界上，根本就没有解毒术。”慕容秋水悠然道：“解毒术只不过是我们三家人故意制造出的一种传说，在情况危急时用来骗人的。” 他笑得更得意：“现在无疑就是情况非常危急的时候，可是我自己绝不能提醒你这一点，我只希望你也听见过这个传说，而且能够在这种情况下及时想起来。” 花景因梦用一根春葱般的手指，轻轻的拢起子耳边凌乱的黑发。 她的脸色已苍白如纸。 因为现在她已经明白了，她已经给了慕容秋水一个活下去的机会。 她本来不惜牺牲一切，不择一切手段——为的只是要这个人的命。 可是现在她却给了他一个活命的机会——她给了他时间。 ——如果慕容秋水能够活下去，花景因梦怎么能活得下去？ 慕容秋水当然应该觉得很愉快。因为他自己知道，这个机会并不是花景因梦给他的，而是他自己造成的。 他非常成功的演出了一出戏。 ——从失望、绝望、悔恨，演到一个忽然的转变，变为得意而骄傲，在矜持保守间有意无意显露出的得意与骄傲。 他的演出几乎可以说是完美无暇的，所以才能让花景因梦先相信他已绝望求死，忽然又认为他已经用一种神秘而神奇的方法解去了自己的毒。 所以她就在不知不觉间被他将时间拖延。 ——在这种情况下，每一点时间，都是一个活命的机会，就好像沙漠中的一滴水。 现在，他已争取到足够的时间了，他一定要让世人知道，慕容秋水无论在任何情况下都不会败。 花景因梦看着面前这个气质高雅笑容温和风度也无瑕可击的人，就好像一个倔强的少女在看着一个把她遗弃了的情人一样。也不知道是该恨他？还是该爱他？也不知道该轻视他？还是该尊敬他、佩服他。 她只恨自己，为什么永远不能了解这个人。 就算世上所有的男人都被踩在脚下，但是她却好像永远都要被这个男人踩在脚下。 因为她已经发现，这个男人根本就从来没有爱过她。 然后她又发现了一点更重要的事——她也从来没有爱过这个男人。 没有爱，也就没有恨。 如果男女之间既无爱也无恨，那么还有什么呢？ ——如果两个绝顶高手之间，既无友情，也无仇恨，那么他们之间有的是什么呢？ 这种情感是很难解释的，如果你没有到达那种境界，你就永远无法了解。 所以现在花景因梦只问慕容。 “你是不是已经中了我的毒？” 慕容说：“是。” “如果你没有解毒术，你怎么能解我的毒？” “我虽然没有解毒的术，可是我有解毒的药，”慕容秋水说。“只不过解毒的药是要时间等的。” “现在你是不是已经等到了？” "yes." 慕容秋水说：“我很少单身出来，可是我每次单身出来，不管在任何情况下，韦好客都有法子在最短的时候里把我找到。” 他在一种非常愉快的情况下故意叹了口气。 “韦好客虽然不是个很好的赌徒，在找人这方面，他却是专家。” “我知道。”花景因梦说：“我也知道他现在一定已找来了。” “好像已经来了。” “那么这间厨房是不是很快就会飞走。”因梦问：“大概是的。” 一间厨房怎么会忽然飞走？ 厨房没有脚，也没有翅膀。 厨房既不会走，也不会飞，天下绝没有任何人能看见一个会飞会走的厨房。 可是这个厨房却飞走了。片片飞走了。 ——一片木板，一个钢钩，一条绳子，一只强而有力的手，一个行动敏捷的人。 如果说，这间厨房是用一百九十六块六尺长两尺宽的木板搭成的。 如果说，外面忽然来了一百九十六个行动敏捷的人，每个人都有一双强而有力的手，每只手上都有一只钢钩，每个钢钩都钉入一块木块。 如果有一个发号施令的人，在适当的时机中，作一个手势。 命令一下，钢钩拉起，木板当然也跟着钢钩飞了出去。一百九十