Chapter 13 Chapter 6: The Young Woman Under the Wind Chime

The starlight in Lhasa is as hazy as Jiangnan in a dream. The light seems to be as far away as the south of the Yangtze River. Under the wind chime under the light, the young woman still stares at the distant place with her dreamy eyes. Is her dream in the distance, or is there someone she misses in the distance?Although Lhasa is also cold at night, the night wind is not as biting as the border town, and even carries the enthusiasm of a strong man in Lhasa. The evening wind blew past the ancient pine tree outside the "Wind Chimes", and also blew the wind chimes under the eaves. The crisp sound of wind chimes on such a night adds to the nostalgia of the prodigal son and the melancholy and sadness of the wanderer.

——Starlight is farther than hometown, but starlight can be seen, where is hometown?A few children sat at the same table, and everyone was eating with all their might. At their age, they don’t even understand the true meaning of home. As long as they have something to eat, play and sleep, it doesn’t matter if the sky falls . Ye Kai was also at this age, but he already understood the value of family at this age. Why do people only know the benefits of home after losing it?The young woman is looking at the distance, Ye Kai is looking at the young woman, Su Mingming is watching Ye Kai, Jinyu has already "made up" with Xiaohua and the others.

The young woman's eyes are like a dream, Ye Kai's eyes are like some kind of refined observation instrument, and Su Mingming's eyes are already hazy like starlight. "Do you want to hear a story?" Su Mingming suddenly said softly. "Story?" Ye Kai came back to his senses and looked back at Su Mingming: "What story?" "Her story." Su Mingming shifted his gaze to the young woman under the wind chime. "think." "please follow me!" To tell the story of "her", of course I am too embarrassed to say it in front of "her", so Su Mingming took Ye Kai to a flying spring.

There are stars and moons in Lhasa tonight. What about Jiangnan?The stars were dim and the moon was bright, reflecting the pouring spring into a long silver belt. There is a big rock next to the spring, and Su Mingming is sitting on it. Of course, Ye Kai is also sitting on it, sitting on the rock next to Su Mingming. The moonlight is so bright, the scenery is so beautiful, the sound of the spring water is so soft, and the earth is so serene. If they are a couple, what a romantic painting it would be. "Her name is Nawa." Su Mingming said softly. Of course Ye Kai knew that "she" refers to the young woman under the wind chime: "Nawa?"

Su Mingming's expression suddenly became very sad: "If you want to understand Nawa, you must first listen to a story." She told a sad story. Nawa is a woman, a great and holy woman among the ancient Gurkhas who grew up at the northern foot of the Notre Dame Water Peak thousands of years ago. When the vicious, powerful and shameless Nigu tribe besieged the Gurkha tribe, her tribe was defeated, her lover was captured, and she was captured alive by the Nigu tribe chief. The symbol of the Nigu people is "red", with bloody "red", they like bloody red and blood.

Their chief wants to rape Nawa, but she refuses to do so. So the chief threatened to kill her lover. So Nava had no choice but to endure it, because she wanted revenge. With tooth for tooth and blood for blood, she finally waited for the opportunity to save her fellow clan and her captured lover. She herself had to sacrifice. By the time her lover led the vengeful army of the same race into the camp of the chief of the Nigu tribe, she had turned into a soul. It is a fragrant soul and a loyal soul. She still holds tightly in her hand a love song she wrote to her lover "Courage" before she died.

It's a love song, and it's also an epic. Please, whoever picks up this song, hand it over to my brave man who lives under Duxi. I love courage, you must live. If you want to survive, you should be vigilant, always vigilant, always remember, remember those who like dirty blood. They are easy to kill. When you meet them, you don't have to show mercy. You have to drive them into the poor sea, into the wasteland, and rebuild your beautiful homeland. Although the motherland has fallen and the countryside has been barren, as long as you work hard, our motherland will be revived and the countryside will be rebuilt.

Her lover did not fail her, and neither did her people. Her homeland has been revived, and her hometown has been rebuilt. Her bones and her poems have been buried under the White Pagoda of Nawa Temple built for her, and will be revered and worshiped forever. This is not a heroic story. It's a sad story. Erye Kai didn't shed tears, how could a person shed tears if his blood was already boiling?Still, he couldn't stop asking. "Since her bones have been buried under the White Tower, what about the Nawa you mentioned?" "Although this Nawa doesn't have those bloody villains oppressing her people," Su Mingming said with a hint of sadness in his voice, "but there is something like a bloody villain oppressing her and her lover."

"what?" "Fame." Su Mingming said: "Her lover left her because he wanted him to be famous." "Her lover left her because he wanted to gain fame in the Jianghu?" Ye Kai said. "Yes." Su Mingming's voice was dreamy like the sound of a flying spring: "So she was locked in the tent of the 'Chief of Fame and Fortune', enduring loneliness and the invasion of time, waiting for her lover to come back one day to save her .” "How long?" Ye Kai asked, "How long has she been with loneliness?" "Three years." Su Mingming said, "The wind chime has been under that ancient pine tree for three years." "What's the name of her lover?"

"Ah Qi." Su Mingming said. "Seventh?" Ye Kai's mind suddenly flashed the shadow of a person, a young man holding a scimitar as curved as the moon. "Scimitar Seven." Ye Kai murmured, "Could it be him?" "what are you saying?" "No." Ye Kai obviously didn't want her to know about the machete Ah Qi, so he immediately asked: "Then does she know whether Ah Qi has made a name for himself in the Jianghu?" "She once told me that even if Ah Qi became famous in Jianghu, he still wouldn't come back." Su Mingming said; "Because after he became famous, he also felt helpless." "It's true. "Ye laughed, "Being in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself. After you become famous, there are often things you can't do about it."

"When a person becomes famous, there will often be another person who wants to be famous who will come to you for a duel, and then there will be a second, a third... until you lose." Su Mingming said: "Being defeated in the arena It's death." Su Mingming paused, then slowly said: "So Nawa said, if Ah Qi comes back, it must be time for him to die." "Since she knows the result is like this, why does she have to wait?" Ye Kai said. "Because she is obsessed with love." Su Mingming's voice was slightly sad again: "Knowing that the result is like this, she still has to wait. A person who is obsessed with love is like a person who is obsessed with swords. As a result, another man who was obsessed with swords died, and he is still the same." ——"People in the Jianghu can't help themselves", the person who said this sentence really knows the people of the Jianghu. The moonlight sprinkled on the spring stream, and the blue waves were rippling, as if there were countless stars blinking in the stream. Under the moonlight, Su Mingming stared at Ye Kai with dark, lonely eyes that were slightly sad. "What about you? Are you also waiting for the never-ending duel?" Su Mingming asked, "Why don't you quit the world?" Ye Kai didn't look at her, his eyes fell deep in the spring through the sparkling water waves. "Even if people withdraw from the rivers and lakes, their fame is still in the rivers and lakes." Ye Kai smiled bitterly: "Those who want to be famous will still find you, even if your people are in the corners of the sky and the sea, in the misty of the virtual world, you are still peaceful live a good life." Su Mingming didn't speak anymore, she was already deep in thought, as if she was chewing on the meaning of Ye Kai's words, her eyes also turned to the crystal clear spring stream. She didn't speak, and Ye Kai certainly couldn't speak. In such a peaceful, beautiful and romantic moment, why let those grudges and resentments spoil the atmosphere?But just when Ye Kai was about to enjoy the sentiment, Su Mingming suddenly called out: "Look, what is floating on the stream?" Ye Kai immediately turned his head to look at Quanxi. On the surface of the rippling blue stream, there is a shoe fluttering, it is a very small shoe, it looks like it was worn by a child. "Shoes." Ye Kai said, "It seems to be worn by children." "Quick, hurry up and pick up—" Before Su Mingming could finish his sentence, Ye Kai had already swept up, touched lightly on the surface of the stream, and returned to the big rock, with the small shoe in his hand, water dripping down on the rocks. Su Mingming was very anxious just now, but she didn't take the shoes at the moment, she just looked at the wet shoes in Ye Kai's hands with a look of fear. Why does she have this expression?This is just a very ordinary shoe, why would she act like this?Ye Kai didn't ask her, not because he already knew the reason, but because he knew that Su Mingming would have an explanation. Sure enough, Su Mingming explained. After staring at the shoe for a while, she said, "I made this shoe for Yucheng three months ago." This shoe was perfect, and he had disappeared last night, and now that one of his shoes floated here, something must have happened to him. Ye Kai looked back at the cliff where the spring water poured out: "Where is the top?" Su Mingming also looked at the cliff, and her voice became fearful: "It is said that this spring passes through the underground of the 'Monkey Garden'." "Monkey Garden?" Ye Kai was slightly taken aback: "The Monkey Garden is on the cliff?" "yes." The shoes flowed down the cliff along the spring, and here, there is a monkey garden on the cliff, and Yucheng disappeared on the way to the monkey garden. From this point of view, there must be hidden unknown and unbelievable things in this monkey garden. telling secret. The first ray of dawn that broke through the clouds was shot out from the head of the dead-necked station. Although the sky was already bright, the earth was still gray. The "dead neck" in the haze looks like an ink painting, but it is more mysterious, weird and terrifying than ink painting. Although the wound was painful, it was already covered up by the joy in his heart. Ah Qi stared at the "dead neck" in the haze, and his brows were filled with joy. After the "death neck", it is Lhasa. After three years of absence, Lhasa will not come to Yuanyang, right?Whether the dome of the Potala Palace still shines under the blue sky, do those devout believers of the Living Buddha still travel thousands of miles to express their devotion and respect with three steps and one knock, and five steps and one knock? ?Is the long street in the city still full of the sour cheese smell that is so thick that it is almost breathless? Are the wind chimes still hanging under the eaves outside the city?Will it still make a nostalgic sound?Under the wind chimes, is there still someone leaning against the window and looking into the distance?Is there still a touch of sadness in her eyes?Thinking of her, Ah Qi wished he could fly back to her immediately. He vaguely remembered the scene when he was about to leave her, she didn't quarrel or cry. She didn't hold back either, but said in a very light tone: "I remember there is a wind chime in Lhasa." "I will definitely remember." Back then, Ah Qi said with certainty, "As soon as my dream comes true, I will definitely come back." At that time, Ah Qi was just a young man full of ambitions, thinking that the world was as easy to move around as his living room, and he was as confident in his dreams as if he had promised a few years ago. He didn't know what kind of place the rivers and lakes were until he brought his dreams, ambitions and a moon-like bend to the rivers and lakes. Although the "dream" came true later, people have changed. It's not a change of heart, not a bad one, but becoming "scared" and afraid to go home, because he has to prevent people with the same psychology as him from coming to him for a duel anytime and anywhere. He was afraid that when he came home, he would implicate her. I dare not go back once, dare not go back twice, three times or four times... After a long time, I dare not go back even more. "The more the rivers and lakes go, the more afraid they become." Although this sentence is not entirely correct, it also has its reasons. Ah Qi knew that he might not be able to go home in this life, because defeat in the arena is death. It doesn't matter whether the dead return home or not. ——Does it really matter?The great knights, celebrities and heroes in the Jianghu do not live a comfortable life as in the legends. They have to live, eat, play, drink and spend money just like ordinary people. Without income, how can you spend it?These knight-errants, celebrities, heroes and heroes cannot steal or rob, so some of them started "part-time jobs". The best part-time industry is of course "hitman". Among all human occupations, the occupation with the longest history and the most helpless is killer, and it is also the most primitive occupation for men. Even older than the birth of a woman. Although killers earn a lot of money, most of them are tragic figures, because when they "go out on missions", they may "die" anytime and anywhere, and they have to live an anonymous life. Sometimes the task received is to assassinate one's relatives. At that time, not only can one not hesitate, but one must not even frown. A killer must not only disown his relatives, but also must be ruthless, even more heartless, and must not have any personal affection for children, nor family affection. Unfeeling, ruthless, cruel, cold-blooded and nameless, these are the necessary conditions to be a killer, and more importantly, they must be true to themselves. No time of your own, no interests of your own, no grievances of your own, no family hatred of your own, everything that belongs to you must be separated. The more important point is that there is no chance of "exit" in the killer's hand, it's just that once you step in, you don't rest until you die. If you want to wait until you are full of money and then quit, it is absolutely impossible. Even if the enemy does not kill you, the people in the same company will definitely chase you, and they will not stop until you are completely unable to tell the secret. ——There is probably only one kind of dead person in this world who cannot tell a secret. There is also the possibility that others may let you go when they already believe that you cannot be a threat to them. Just like Ah Qi is now. His right hand is broken, and he is disabled. Even though he has important secrets, in order to save his life, it is impossible for him to reveal them in death. Sometimes he will destroy those who know his secrets. So Ah Qi's fate was the luckiest for the killers, because he had already died once. Others would definitely think that he had died under Fu Hongxue's sword, but they would never have imagined that Fu Hongxue would let him go. Although Fu Hongxue cut off one of his hands, he saved his life. Since then, there has been no such person as "Scimitar Seven" in the world. The morning sun rose, dispelling the vast expanse of the earth, and driving away the severe cold that remained from last night. The danger of "Death Neck" is clearly visible, but Ah Qi is not afraid. He grew up in Lhasa since he was a child. So even though he hadn't come back for three years, when he came to this "dead neck", his heart was filled with sweetness. When he saw the "dead neck", it was as if he saw his own home, and he couldn't help but quicken his steps.The towering broken walls blocked the sunlight, Ah Qi walked in the shadows, and could pass through the "dead neck" very quickly, and could enter Lhasa very quickly, and of course he could see her very quickly. At this moment, he suddenly saw a rickety old man walking from the other side of the "dead neck". This old man with a bent back is carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and in his right hand is holding a tong made of two pieces of bamboo, to pick up waste along the road. The old man turned out to be a "scavenger". When Ah Qi saw this old man who scavenged waste, he couldn't help feeling a little respect in his heart. Such an old man is still running around for a living. Although the years have left many cruel marks on him, this old man who scavenged waste did not bow his head. He is not very flexible in his actions, but he still relies on his own efforts to earn living expenses. Does he have no children or relatives?Certainly not, otherwise, who would have the heart to let such an old person come out and work hard for a living?This kind of old man who is not knocked down by real life must have a strong self-esteem. If he wants to sympathize with him and give him alms, he will definitely turn his back on you. Fortunately, Ah Qi has figured out a way to help him without hurting his self-esteem. Ah Qi took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, crumpled them, and threw them on the ground. His people were still walking quickly, and soon missed the old scavengers. The old scavenger kept his eyes on the road, so he would certainly find Ah Qi's banknotes on the road. Picking up the money dropped on the road will not lose the old man's self-esteem, so Ah Qi's mood is really very happy. ——Helping an old man in need is not a good thing, but it can make one's mood very happy. The wind in the morning is the freshest and gentlest. In the wind, there is not only the fragrance of leaves from distant mountains, but also the smell of yogurt in Lhasa. Ah Qi took a deep breath, how familiar is this smell?How much do you long to smell it every time you drink or wake up in the middle of the night?He greedily sniffed it a few times, and when he was about to step up again, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. "young people!" The voice was old and low, with the taste of many vicissitudes, it must be the voice of the old man who lifted the wasteland. As soon as Ah Qi turned around, he saw the old man walking towards him. "Young people don't know the value of money." The old scavenger held the money that Ah Qi deliberately dropped on the ground just now in his hand and raised it in front of him: "Why are you so careless? What if someone picks it up? Aren't you going to be distressed for a long time?" Ah Qi immediately shook the remaining left hand: "It's not mine." "It's not yours?" "No." Ah Qi took out some banknotes from her body and said, "My money is still here, the money you took is not mine." "Oh!" The old man looked at the money in his hand and sighed: "Oh! No one wants so much money." "You saw it, so it should be yours." Ah Qi said, "I have to leave beforehand!" Ah Qi turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the old man say something very strange. "Although the price I pay for killing people is very high, I have always been given money by the living. I didn't expect that a dead person would give me money this time." The price of killing?Could it be that this old scavenger is a killer?Ah Qi suddenly turned around and stared at the old man who scavenged waste, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see that this old man who scavenged waste could be a killer. "Old man, what did you just say? Can you say it again?" "Yes." The old man raised his eyes and said, "I always pay for the living when I kill people. I never imagined that the dead would pay for this time." "The dead pay?" Ah Qi said, "Who is the dead? Who asked you to kill? And who did you kill?" "The dead person is you." The old scavenger said with a smile, "You threw the money on the ground secretly just now, probably because you were afraid of hurting my self-esteem, didn't you?" Here it comes, what Ah Qi was worried about came true. Unexpectedly, although Fu Hongxue let him go, the organization still didn't let him go. "The organization sent you here?" Ah Qi watched the old scavenger warily: "I'm already crippled, and it's too late to escape. How could I leak the secret? Why doesn't the organization let me go?" "For the wind chime." "Wind chime?" Ah Qi was slightly startled: "For my wife." "Yes." The old scavenger smiled: "If you don't die, how can Fu Hongxue die?" Ah Qi must not have understood this sentence, so the old man who scavenged waste explained again. "Although you have been away from home for three years, your wife is still waiting obsessively in the 'Wind Chime House'. Even if you wait another ten years, she will still wait." The old man said; "If you die, the situation will be different." Now, your wife will definitely collect the body for you, and will definitely avenge you." The old man who scavenged rubbish smiled again, and then continued; "Your wife's ability, you must be very clear, no matter who kills you, she can track down, and she will definitely be able to kill the other party, no matter how powerful the other party is A master, she has a way to kill." "Since you all know that 'Wind Chime' has a heavy heart for revenge, then you shouldn't kill me." Ah Qi said. "Why are we going to kill you?" The old scavenger narrowed his eyes, with a strange smile on his lips: "You died under Fu Hongxue's knife, and we still wholeheartedly want to avenge you." Although the earth had gradually heated up, Ah Qi felt a chill rising from his feet. He finally understood the purpose of the organization, they wanted to blame Fu Hongxue. Of course they must have a way to make "Feng Ling" think that he died by Fu Hongxue's sword, as long as she knew that he died by Fu Hongxue's sword, then Fu Hongxue's life would be very difficult in the future. No one knows the tracking and revenge methods of "Fengling" better than Ah Qi. Even if you are the emperor, she has a way to twist you from the deep palace of the palace to the wilderness to die. Siscavenger looked at Ah Qi with kind eyes, and of course asked Ah Qi in a kind voice. "Do you know what weapon I'm going to use to kill you?" "Knife." Ah Qi replied, "You can only use a knife." "Because Fu Hongxue uses a knife." There was no need to say this sentence, both of them knew it in their hearts. "Do you know what kind of knife I'm going to use to kill you?" the old man asked again. what kind of knife "A knife that's two feet seven inches wide and six inches wide." The old man who carried the wilderness explained with a smile, "The weight should not exceed seventeen catties." Although Ah Qi couldn't see Fu Hongxue's knife, he had "became" Fu Hongxue's knife, so he knew that the measurements mentioned by the old scavenger must be the length and weight of Fu Hongxue's knife. Bring a knife. A pitch-black handle, a pitch-black blade. The entire knife is pitch black. It was as dark as the sky in the cold night rain, but it also carried an indescribably strange brilliance. The shape of the knife is ordinary and ordinary. Such a knife is actually a frightening magic knife?Ah Qi stared at the knife in the old man's hand, with an expression of fear and respect on his face. The fear is because he knows that today he must die. ——Who in the world is truly not afraid of death?Of course, what I respect is the knife in the hands of the old scavengers, because this knife symbolizes Fu Hongxue. He respects Fu Hongxue. Facing the sun, the indescribable strangeness in the pitch-black blade suddenly flashed a ray of light. With a swing of the knife, the wind of the knife pierced the air. Before the sound of the knife sounded, Ah Qi's neck had already parted from his body. The old man kindly took out a piece of white silk from the bamboo basket behind his back, and gently wiped the blood on the blade, as gently as a kind grandfather wiping the corner of his grandson's mouth. Ah Qi's head fell on the scalding desert, his eyes were not closed and there was no look of pain, his eyes were actually looking at the old scavenger with a smile. Because he finally knew one thing before he died, he didn't see Fu Hongxue's knife, he only heard the sound of the knife, but he saw the knife of the old scavenger, but he didn't hear the sound of the knife. One only heard the sound of the knife, and the other only saw the knife. What's the difference?When Ah Qi's head fell to the ground, the wind chimes far outside the city of Lhasa under the eaves of the "Wind Chimes" suddenly rang.