Chapter 8 Thirty-one to thirty-six

It's summer again. The lotus in the pond is blooming densely, and the garden is full of colorful flowers. Although already pregnant with Liujia, Sima Wuyan got up early to watch Chen Xiqiao practice sword in the garden. Two years have passed since Sima Wuyan married into the Chen family, and the Chen family has finally regained the grandeur of its heyday.In this generation of the Chen family, two more famous arresters came out, one was Chen Xiqiao and the other was Chen Wuyan. In two years, Chen Xiqiao killed the "Twelve Evil Gods" who were wanted by the Ministry of Punishment.Although it took only three months for Xie San to capture the twelve evil gods, after all, Chen Xiqiao was only in his early twenties when he completed this impossible task, and he was twenty years younger than Xie San. Therefore, everyone in the world has to admit that Chen Xiqiao's future achievements are definitely not inferior to the two legendary arrests of Chen Xie.

And Sima Wuyan, whose daughter-in-law of the Chen family has changed her surname, is no worse than Chen Xiqiao.Although she doesn't appear in public, she seems to have become a recognized leader of the younger generation of police officers.Under her strategizing, all the strange and big cases that occurred in various places in recent years have been solved one by one, and the reputation of the female Zhuge Chen Wuyan is known to everyone in the world. Now, even the next generation of the famous Chen family is about to be born. Almost all dreams of Sima Wuyan's girlhood came true one by one.But she didn't have much joy in her heart.

At this time, the eighty-first sword of the Chen family's Gale Wind Sword Art had already been activated.The figure of Chen Xiqiao and the sword stood still like sculptures. But Sima Wuyan could tell that Chen Xiqiao was moving very violently.Just because he was moving so fast, it looked like he hadn't moved at all. In the past two years, Chen Xiqiao's swordsmanship has become more and more exquisite.The fancy and mysterious sword of dew has become the simple and deep sword of accident. The power of the Dew Sword can be seen, but the ultimate move of the Unexpected Sword is invisible.

Although the people and swords at Chenxiqiao didn't move at all, all the flowers in the garden stopped blooming at some point, and as if they were frightened by something, they were all gathered together, as if they had become budding flowers again. bud.And the neighing cicadas suddenly disappeared. Sima Wuyan suddenly felt a little cold, as if it was not the midsummer and the dog days, but the cold winter.The scorching sun lost its temperature, and a bleak wind blew in the garden. In addition to the cold, Sima Wuyan even felt a little hairy in his heart, as if his fingernails were scratched on a cold sword edge.Her fetal gas was already moving, and she couldn't stop vomiting.

For some reason, Sima Wuyan has always disliked this amazingly powerful sword of accident.This sword is really terrible. The eighty-first sword of Da Kuangfeng Sword Art is originally a strange sword that can change with one move.Swords are unfathomable, so are people even more unfathomable? "Sister Wuyan, what's wrong with you?" Chen Xiqiao suddenly put away his sword, jumped up to Sima Wuyan and supported her. The pressure that was pressing on my heart just now disappeared all of a sudden.Sima Wuyan straightened up again.She pretended to be relaxed and shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just a normal reaction to being pregnant." "Oh, that's right," Chen Xiqiao seemed relieved, "I thought you were hurt by the sword energy." "Could it be that you can't even control your sword energy?" Sima Wuyan asked in disbelief.

"No." Chen Xiqiao shook his head blankly, "Once this sword is activated, it is no longer under my control. That's why it's called the 'Sword of Unexpected'." Scary?" "Yes." Chen Xiqiao nodded solemnly. "Maybe it's just because you have just practiced this sword. When you master it, you will be able to send and receive it freely." Sima Wuyan pretended to be happy, and comforted the frustrated Chen Xiqiao. "I hope so." Chen Xiqiao said thoughtfully. "Brother Chen..." Sima Wuyan hesitated to speak.Although he and Chen Xiqiao have been married for many years, Sima Wuyan still likes to call him Brother Chen as before.

"Huh?" "Do you have something on your mind?" "Concern? No." Chen Xiqiao looked at Sima Wuyan innocently, and rubbed his nose gently. "Is it because of Xie San?" "Don't worry, I won't provoke Xie San until I'm absolutely sure." Chen Xiqiao gently put his arms around Sima Wuyan's waist, and whispered in her ear, "Besides, I haven't seen the baby in your womb yet, so how could I be willing to die now?" "Death? Are you still not sure how to deal with Xie San?" "No." Chen Xiqiao pondered for a long time, and then Shaking his head dejectedly.

"Young master, young mistress," at this moment, Sansi rushed into the garden excitedly, "The prince is here." "Which prince?" Chen Xiqiao asked puzzled. "It's the Mr. Wang Chuanxing who used to come to the mansion in a strange way." "Oh, is he back? That's great." Chen Xiqiao said with a smile on his face, "Let's go, sister Wuyan, let's meet together Go see Brother Wang." "I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back to my room to rest. Say hello to him for me." Sima Wuyan looked really tired. Chen Xiqiao nodded: "Okay, then you can have a good rest."

The wine is gone, the dishes are cold, and the sun has set.But Chen Xiqiao and Wang Chuanxing still didn't say a word. After so many years of life in the rivers and lakes, Chen Xiqiao has understood that the relationship between a person and you does not depend on how many words he has spoken to you. After being silent for too long, Chen Xiqiao couldn't sit still anymore.He is an active person, and it is a rare thing to sit quietly like Wang Chuanxing for half a day.So, now he decided to move himself a little bit, took out a coin from his pocket, and kept throwing it up to catch it.

"Brother Wang, where have you been for the past two years?" "I went back to my master's school to learn martial arts again." Wang Chuanxing smiled shyly. "Why?" "Do you remember the last time we went to deal with Liu Hui together?" "Yes, but I didn't really want that peasant woman to die that time, but the situation forced it..." Chen Xiqiao couldn't help feeling a little flustered. "I know," Wang Chuanxing interrupted Chen Xiqiao's explanation, "so, I only blame myself for not being good at learning. If my martial arts is better than Liu Hui, things will be very simple." "Haha, I didn't expect this Why is it so irritating to Brother Wang? You are too serious about being a human being." Chen Xiqiao smiled lightly.

"When it's time to be serious, you must be serious." Wang Chuanxing said seriously. Chen Xiqiao curled his lips, and then said solemnly: "It seems that Brother Wang's martial arts must have improved a lot, right?" "If Liu Hui is in front of me now, I'm 12% sure that I will kill him with one blow. "It's amazing. If Zhou Luoyi is alive, it seems that Brother Wang's dagger will definitely be on her weapon list." Chen Xiqiao complimented. "Oh, it's a pity that I have only stayed in the mountains for two years, and almost all the villains in the world have been killed by you." Wang Chuanxing's eyes flickered, and he looked at Chen Xiqiao meaningfully. "The wicked can't be killed, they will emerge from any corner at any time." Chen Xiqiao shook his head dejectedly. "However, there is one person you haven't got rid of yet." "You mean Xie San?" "I've checked, and the people you killed in the past two years were all from the 'Twelve Evil Gods'. They have all been caught by Xie San." Wang Chuanxing stared into Chen Xiqiao's eyes without moving, "So there must be a strange tacit understanding between you and Xie San, if there is still one person in the world who can find Xie San, I dare Bet, this person must be you." "It's just a coincidence, brother Wang is too worried." Chen Xiqiao's eyes slowly narrowed, looking at Wang Chuanxing warily. "Whether it's a coincidence, you know it in your heart. I just want to join hands with you, and then go to a showdown with Xie San." Wang Chuanxing tightly held Chen Xiqiao's hand, his face was full of sincerity and determination. Chen Xiqiao shook Wang Chuanxing's hand away, and smiled wryly: "Do you think I understand Xie San? I don't understand him at all! No one in this world can understand Xie San, but he can understand everyone. Mrs. Xie San If you are strong, you and I can't deal with him at all." "You haven't tried, how do you know you can't?" "You have no chance to try, as long as you have such an idea, he will already know." Chen Xiqiao's expression became more and more irritable. "It seems that Xie San has already destroyed your self-confidence, and you have already lost to him." Wang Chuanxing stared at Chen Xiqiao, said word by word, and then stood up, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have come looking for you. Yours." Wang Chuanxing was about to leave his seat, but Chen Xiqiao's chopsticks had already attacked him. Wang Chuanxing could tell that the power of Chen Xiqiao's sword had far surpassed that of the Dew Sword back then. In an instant, the 108 major acupoints of his body had been covered by this ordinary sword. What's more frightening is that besides the sword move, this sword will also radiate a terrible pressure. Before the sword move is exhausted, Wang Chuanxing already feels that his heartbeat has stopped and his blood has become cold. Wang Chuanxing has never seen such a creepy sword move, but he has already seen the flaw of this move. The flaw lies in the sword.Although the sword move is powerful, the mind of the person using the sword is floating, so the place that should be the strongest becomes the weakest instead. In a ten-thousandth moment, Wang Chuanxing had picked up another chopstick from the table and lightly knocked it on Chen Xiqiao's chopsticks.The chopsticks in Chen Xiqiao's hands were broken into two pieces like withered grass. The pressure on Wang Chuanxing's heart immediately eased. Chen Xiqiao's eyes had already started to light up, he paused for a moment, and said word by word: "Remember, we only have one chance!" "One time is enough." A smile appeared on Wang Chuanxing's face. respite.sweat.lingering.Under the moonlight leaking in from the window, the body shone with an erratic oily color. endlessly.In the deep fragrance of lilies, even time seems to have been forgotten in desire. Zihe felt that her hands and feet were already weak at this moment.After arriving here last night, Chen Xiqiao began to ask her continuously. After following this man for so many years, Zihe now knows very well that every time his desire is strongest, it is also the moment when his thoughts are the most serious and the fear is the deepest. Although, her man has become more and more famous over the years, and his martial arts have become stronger and stronger.But only she really knows that he is not much different from the Chen Xiqiao when he was a child, he is still that cowardly, helpless big child.She is both her woman and his only protector. Chen Xiqiao's movements finally slowed down.He rolled over and fell off her onto the bed.He was sprawled out, staring sadly at the ceiling, looking exhausted. "Isn't it, what big case is going to be done this time?" Zi He stretched out her arms, put Chen Xiqiao's head on her soft chest, and gently stroked his loose hair. "Yes." Chen Xiqiao rubbed his nose against Zi He's chest vigorously, like a child looking for comfort. "The opponent is very powerful?" "Yes." "Isn't your swordsmanship getting stronger and stronger?" "However, in the eyes of that person, my swordsmanship is like a child's ridiculous trick." Chen Xiqiao's eyes The color of fear has become deeper and deeper. "That person? Who is that person?" Zihe glanced at Chen Xiqiao vigilantly, "Could it be Xie San you're talking about?" Chen Xiqiao nodded painfully: "Yes, it's him."" Didn't you promise me two years ago that you would never seek revenge from him again?" "I want to, too, but do I have a choice?" Chen Xiqiao shook his head with a wry smile, "Didn't you say that I am now Chen Xiqiao? I am the head of the family, so it is impossible for me to live for myself." Zihe touched Chen Xiqiao's with her face pitifully: "But, you are not sure at all, why take risks." Because I suddenly realized that if I wait any longer, I will only become more and more uncertain. The more you understand Xie San, the more you will find him unfathomable." "So, you have been staying with him for the past two years Together?" Zi He's face looked a little gloomy at the moment. "That's right, not long after I got back here with you, I went to look for him again." Chen Xiqiao confessed with a miserable face. "Why?" Zi He pushed Chen Xiqiao's head away from her chest, and looked at him angrily, "Why did you still go to him? Why did you lie to me?" "Sister, you don't know, I can't help myself at all, you can't imagine how terrible Xie San is, not only my actions are in his expectation, but even my mind seems to be controlled by him." Chen Xiqiao's eyes were lost. , looked at Zihe pitifully, "As long as Xie Sanyi survives, I will never have a day of peace." Looking at Chen Xiqiao's helpless expression, Zihe's heart had already softened, and she embraced Chen Xiqiao again. She returned to her arms: "Oh, forget it, it's useless to blame you now. Anyway, my sister is useless and can't help you at all, but no matter whether you live or die, whether you are a good person or a bad person, this My sister has always followed you anyway." "Sister, you are too kind to me." Chen Xiqiao's nose soured, and he was about to cry. early morning.Although it was midsummer, it was still chilly in the woods on the mountain. Xie San likes to go out for a walk alone at this time every day. Morning is a time to clear the mind, every trace of the air carries an invigorating breath, no one will feel tired, doubtful and shaken at such a time, and the confidence of the whole day is established stand up.From the day he entered the industry as a catcher, Xie San had already let himself develop such a habit. The police arresting industry is a business that is easy to doubt human nature. The more you contact criminals, the more you fight, the deeper Xie San's doubts about himself. The boundary between good and evil is too fragile. Breaking through it is actually It couldn't be easier. For Xie San back then, the morning was undoubtedly a time to distinguish between good and evil, so that he could have the courage to continue to be a catcher who punishes evil and promotes good. Later, he also became deeply tired of distinguishing between good and evil, but the morning walk was still kept.For Xie San now, the morning is a time for him to overcome boredom and allow him to generate some new inspiration. However, recently, Xie San found that he was actually tired of the morning. In the cabin in front, Xiao Hangao was playing the piano again. However, he suddenly lost that dazed melancholy. The reason why Xiao Hangao was able to torture him was because he wanted her to torture himself. The love that cannot be obtained has never been unforgettable. However, now Xie San has no feeling about this matter. The only thing Xie San is still interested in now is the game between him and Chen Xiqiao. Chen Xiqiao had already killed all the "Twelve Evil Gods", and it was time for the two of them to confront each other.Xie San didn't know if Chen Xiqiao could play this game more excitingly after two years of cultivation. Xie San suddenly felt a move in his heart, and gently pushed away the firewood door of Xiao Hangao's house.The sunlight passed through the gaps in the woods and Xie San's broad shoulders, and shone on Xiao Hangao's somewhat pale face. Xiao Hangao did not raise his head, as if he had put all his energy into the long piano on the desk.The sound of the piano is as long as her black hair falling on the ground, which makes people feel a little pity involuntarily. Shuang Qiubo, Xue Wuhen, Bing Zhiqing, Lan Xixi, and Xiao Hangao were all the proudest women in the world, but they fell in love with a man who was even more proud than them.So in the end it can only end in a miserable ending. "Alas..." Xie San could not help but let out a long sigh. Cheng... Cong..., the strings in Xiao Hangao's hands suddenly broke because of this sigh.Xiao Hangao raised her head, her face became even paler against the backdrop of her black hair.Her eyes were tired, and she couldn't tell whether it was more hatred or more resentment. "What's the matter?" Xiao Hangao asked coldly. "Has Chen Xiqiao been looking for you recently?" "It's none of your business whether he has been looking for me?" "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that if he wants to know about me recently, you must know as much as Tell him how much." "Even tell him how many times I slept with you before?" Xiao Hangao said bitterly. "That's right," Xie San smiled wryly and paused for a moment, "Even tell him how many times I've slept with you before." "What do you really want?" "When you want him to kill me, you have more confidence. ""Why don't you let him go?" "It's not that I don't want to let him go, but that he can't let himself go." "I will definitely stop him and prevent you from succeeding." "Oh, haggard, you still I really don’t understand me. This battle between me and Chen Xiqiao is not a matter of my thinking or his thinking. Since he came to worship me as a teacher two years ago, this matter has been doomed. I remind you that these only But I want to make this matter fairer. Besides, don't you always hope that he can kill me?" "I really don't understand why there are madmen like you in the world?" "Everyone hides a Crazy man, I just let him out. What about you? If you are not crazy, why did you let the princess of Pingxi Palace be wrong and come into this dirty arena?" "Get lost! You Get out now!" Xiao Hangao hissed like a irritated female cat. "To be honest, when you are angry, you are more beautiful than when you are not angry." The expression on Xie San's face became more relaxed, as if he had already settled for Xiao Hangao. Xiao Hangao has already left. There was also a smell of forgetfulness in the room. Chen Xiqiao and Wang Chuanxing were still in a daze in the inn in Yanxia Town. Wang Chuanxing was not used to the strong smell of smoke. He inhaled carefully, as if he was afraid of inhaling these exhausting smells. "Is this Xiao Hangao reliable?" Wang Chuanxing looked at Chen Xiqiao vigilantly and asked. "Absolutely reliable." "But isn't she Xie San's lover?" "However, she wants Xie San to die more than you." "Why?" "Because she has been killed by Xie San once. Now except her head It belonged to Xiao Hangao, and Xie San took other parts of her body from others." "What, Xie San has such abilities?" Wang Chuanxing's mouth was wide open, and his face was full of disbelief. "If you don't say anything else, Xie San is definitely an incomparable genius." "But, according to Xiao Hangao's information just now, doesn't Xie San not even have any weaknesses? Then how do you use the so-called Can 'Xingxin Dafa' deal with him?" "Xiao Hangao only knows one thing, but not the other." Chen Xiqiao's eyes flickered, and he took a deep breath, "Maybe... Xie San still has a weakness." "Maybe?" Wang Chuanxing looked at Chen Xiqiao in confusion. "Because I can't guarantee it. It seems that he has cured his heart disease." "Tell me first." "Xie San likes calligraphy very much." "He likes calligraphy? This is the first time I've heard of it." "In all fairness, his handwriting is very good, and he can probably be listed among the top ten masters in the world, but he himself doesn't know this. He cares too much about his handwriting, so he loses confidence instead, and often This matter is unsettling. But in the past two years, he seems to seldom do this anymore." "Well, let's make an assumption now that he hasn't got rid of this heart disease. What can you do to trigger it?" "I heard Have you ever seen 'Bi Xian' Hu Mo?" "Is that Hu Mo who is known as the world's number one calligrapher?" "Yes, I can ask Hu Mo for calligraphy, then bring it to Xie San, and tell him that it is written by an ordinary master. If he becomes restless after reading this picture, our chance will come." "Very well, it's decided like this." "But it may only be for a moment, and in order not to startle the snake, we can't bring more helpers Go. If you can't knock him down, you can only sit and wait for death." Chen Xiqiao was suddenly a little absent-minded, he took out the Wangyoucao that Xiao Hangao gave him, and sucked it hard. It was very late at night, but Sima Wuyan was still awake. Chen Xiqiao left the Chen Mansion mysteriously.In the past two years, he has lived outside more than at home.However, Sima Wuyan didn't feel any jealousy in his heart. This marriage was originally her own choice. She got the success and fame she wanted, so she had to pay something else. What's more, besides Chen Xiqiao, she still has another man in her heart, a man who has been haunting her all her life. Now, she is sitting in front of the dressing table, painting her eyebrows into a bun, just to see this man again in two years.Her eyeliners all over the Jianghu had already told her secretly that Chen Xiqiao and Wang Chuanxing seemed to be planning something big recently.No need to guess, Sima Wuyan knew that the reason why they were so mysterious and nervous was because they were going to deal with Xie San this time.This is a task with many dangers and dangers. Maybe after tonight, she will never see these two most important men in her life again. Outside the door, Sansi had already prepared a carriage for her.The sound of the horse's hooves sounded as clear and messy as her heartbeat in the middle of the night. The carriage passed through the silent streets and came to another corner of the city.In a humble, desolate, and poor corner, some drunken coolies walk crookedly on the road, and there are also low-level wandering warblers who have passed their years and are heavily powdered. The street is filled with a mixture of inferior shochu and powder. odor. The street was terribly dark, only a small wine shed made of straw mats was still on at the corner of the street, and some men dressed as coolies were noisily drinking strong shochu. The guest at the last table seemed to be completely drunk. There were already ten large empty wine jars in front of him, and he lay face down on the table. Wine splashed from the jar. Since Wang Chuanxing came back, Sima Wuyan got a tip.This man, who has always been restrained and silent in front of others, would often run to this corner full of strangers late at night, get drunk, and then randomly find a low-level wandering warbler who is so ugly that no one cares about him. A night in dirty and smelly streets. There is only one possible reason why a person as noble as Wang Chuanxing would be so willing to degenerate. There must be a sad thing in his heart that cannot be explained to the outside world. Sima Wuyan knew what his grief was.Because this is also her sad thing.Now, this man's unrestrained appearance made her at least understand how deeply he loves her. Sima Wuyan felt that his heart was as soft as a pool of trembling spring water.Regardless of the surprised gazes of the people around her, she sat down beside Wang Chuanxing with her big belly upright. After a long time, Wang Chuanxing seemed to wake up again.Opening his ignorant eyes, he saw the face he had been thinking about in his dreams.He was startled, as if he had completely sobered up from the wine. "You...why are you here?" Wang Chuanxing raised his head vigorously. "Are you going to leave tomorrow?" Sima Wuyan also put away his concerned expression and said slowly. "You know?" "I know." "So, you came here specially to see me." Wang Chuanxing was moved for a while. "That's right." Sima Wuyan paused for a moment, then nodded, "Besides, I have something else to ask." "Tell me." "If only one of the two of you can come back alive this time, I hope that People are not you." Sima Wuyan gritted his teeth and said decisively. "Why?" "Because I always owe you in this life, so I'll just give you enough. If there is an afterlife, I will pay you back." "Hahaha..." Wang Chuanxing laughed, his voice was a little choked, "It's enough to be a good one. With your words, I will die in peace." Sima Wuyan said nothing, stood up cruelly, and walked to the door, not even daring to turn his head.She was afraid that once she turned around, she would never want to leave again. dusk. Xie San's cabin was extremely dark, Chen Xiqiao sat in the corner of the cabin, waiting for Xie San to come back.He hung his head as if dozing off. Xie San entered the room silently like a ghost, and was already standing behind Chen Xiqiao. "When are you going to do it?" Xie San said slowly. Chen Xiqiao was startled and opened his eyes. "I'm not ready yet." "You've been preparing for two years, and you're already very proficient in using my mind-attacking technique." "But I still don't know you well enough, so I'm going to stay here and observe carefully You for a while." Chen Xiqiao said lazily. "Oh?" "Anyway, we have an agreement, as long as I don't do it, you can't do it. So I might as well wait by your side. Of course, from now on, you have to be careful all the time. Don't give me a chance." "Very good!" Xie San's eyes flashed, and he nodded with a smile.After that, he ignored Chen Xiqiao and started to pack up the things on the table. Xie San spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, washed his hands carefully, and began to grind the ink.Suddenly he found that there was a rolled up rice paper on the table. "What is this?" Xie San asked alertly. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this time I specially brought you a picture from the capital." Chen Xiqiao said casually. "Really?" Xie San stopped his movements, looked at the rice paper on the table, was silent for a moment, and wanted to stretch out his hand to spread out the roll of rice paper, but he stopped for some reason, and then continued to study the ink by himself. "Who wrote it?" Xie San pretended to be relaxed and asked. "A friend who also likes to write." "How is the level?" "Maybe he can squeeze into the top 500 in the world." Xie San nodded.After studying the ink, I started to practice calligraphy.After practicing for a while, I finally couldn't help but glanced at the rice paper on the table again, and slowly stretched out my hand. Xie San spread out the rice paper bit by bit with his hands, but his breathing became more and more chaotic, and his eyes kept moving back and forth between Hu Mo's words and his own.Chen Xiqiao glanced at Xie San casually, but his hand was already on the sword. Xie San irritatedly crumpled his words into a ball and threw them on the ground.Then, I found another piece of rice paper, and copied Hu Mo's calligraphy stroke by stroke. Finally finished copying, Xie San calmed down and compared again.Although the written words have the charm of Hu Mo, but after all, they are a bit short.The pen that was tightly held in his hand slipped from between his fingers, and Xie San's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if all the blood in his body had leaked from the slipped pen. It was only a short moment, but Chen Xiqiao's sword had already been activated. "Om", Chen Xiqiao's sword is a qin-singing sword with a sound groove. The strong wind brought by the fast sword passed through the sound groove, making a sharp scream. Xie San's heart trembled, but he calmed down all of a sudden. But it was too late, the real fatal blow came from behind. The wall behind had collapsed, and a silent sharp knife approached his back. Except for Chen Liu's Sword of Yesterday, Xie San has never seen such a killer move that looks slow but is actually surprisingly fast. Xie San knew that he could block Chen Xiqiao's sword, but he couldn't dodge the knife. The opportunity has been lost, and his only choice is to use his own shoulder to take the knife. It was too late to say it, but it was so fast, Xie San breathed heavily on the governor's veins, and actually forcibly dropped his left shoulder by two inches. But for some reason, Xie San felt a sharp pain under his side first. Although Wang Chuanxing's saber was fast, it was his left palm that was faster.This palm was struck later than the dagger, but hit Xie San earlier than the dagger. Xie San felt that his internal organs were about to burst, he snorted, and gathered the last bit of strength on the sleeves of his robe.Xie San's robe sleeve was like a hammer, covering Chen Xiqiao straightly, snatching away the light from the Sword of Unexpectedness. Wang Chuanxing has already blocked it.Xie San's robe sleeve hit Wang Chuanxing's chest heavily.Wang Chuanxing flew up and smashed towards Chen Xiqiao, and landed on Chen Xiqiao's unstoppable sword, hanging on the sword like a caught fish.Big mouthfuls of blood spurted out from the corner of Wang Chuanxing's mouth. Chen Xiqiao's head and face were covered in blood, the corners of his mouth were shaking, and his hands were shaking.The extremely dangerous Sword of Unexpectedness seemed to have been woken up, without even a trace of murderous intent.The sword in Chen Xiqiao's hand hangs down. "He has been hit by my Shadowless Palm, quickly, kill him!" Wang Chuanxing slid off the tip of the sword, and it was already difficult for him to speak. Chen Xiqiao looked at the dying Wang Chuanxing in bewilderment, his hands and feet were already cold.He raised his head and looked at Xie San. Xie San had already tidied up his messy clothes, and started to practice calligraphy with a pen as if nothing had happened. "From the moment I saw the picture you brought back, I knew what you were going to do." After a while, Xie San said calmly. Chen Xiqiao tightly gripped the sword in his hand, cold sweat already covered his palm. "This man's martial arts are good. It's rare that he can have such a cultivation level at such a young age. You really shouldn't use him as a bet. Otherwise, in a few years, he can kill me by himself without your tricks." Xie San didn't look up and continued talking. "Kill him!" Wang Chuanxing urged with the last bit of strength. Chen Xiqiao looked at Xie San motionless, and slightly raised his sword hand. "Why are you looking at me? You made things like this, and you still want me to clean up the mess?" Chen Xiqiao's eyes flickered, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his mind was blank. Xie San shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it seems that I can only do it myself." Xie San put down the pen in his hand, picked up the short knife Wang Chuanxing dropped on the ground, and walked towards Wang Chuan casually. Chen Xiqiao swallowed, and forced a dry laugh a few times: "Okay, I'll settle the matter now." Subconsciously, his hand sent it away lightly.The sword pierced Wang Chuanxing's throat which was still wriggling. The moon is as bright as a mirror, illuminating the hills white.Chen Xiqiao's eyes were dull, and his hands kept digging the dirt around him.His nails were cracked, and blood continued to flow from his fingertips.However, he didn't seem to feel it at all, and the earth pit around him had been dug deeper and deeper. Wang Chuanxing's body was lying quietly on the other side of the pit, with a trace of deep regret still on his dark face. Chen Xiqiao seemed to have finally regained consciousness.The scene of Wang Chuanxing's clapping under Xie San's threat kept flashing in his mind. His head was dripping with sweat suddenly, as if frightened, he quickly jumped up, holding the sword, and ran all the way towards the direction of the moon. His mouth has become more and more bitter, and his heart seems to have sunk into darkness.He kept running, while time seemed long and long. Xie San's hut is finally in front of him.Chen Xiqiao broke into the house, only to find that it was already empty. There were two pools of blood on the ground, one was left by Wang Chuanxing just now, and the other was left where Xie San was standing just now. He not only betrayed his savior, but also missed the best time to kill Xie San. Chen Xiqiao sat helplessly on the ground. A woman in white clothes Shengxue sighed and entered the room, her face was full of disdain and sneer. "It's too late for you to wake up now." Xiao Hangao said slowly, "Xie San has already left. Before he left, he asked me to tell you that he will definitely come to you in three months." Chen Xiqiao covered With a straight face, he finally cried out. "Xie San is right. You are a spoiled child. You shouldn't have played this game with him." Xiao Hangao shook his head in disappointment, leaving Chen Xiqiao alone in the room. After standing at the entrance of the village for another whole day, Chen Xiqiao still did not appear. Dusk is approaching, and Zihe has no choice but to go home. It has been a month since Chen Xiqiao disappeared.People in the Jianghu are rumored that the young master who arrested the Chen family and Wang Chuanxing, another young master in the Six Doors, both died at the hands of Xie San. But for some reason, Zi He felt faintly that Chen Xiqiao was still alive.So in the past month, as long as she has time, she will go to the entrance of the village to look forward to it, hoping to wait for her lover. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the lamp oil is almost burned out.Zi He yawned, another day was about to pass.She buried her head deeply in the pillow, hoping to bury the infinite worries in her heart. Suddenly, the window of the room was pushed open a crack by a frighteningly dirty hand.A man with disheveled hair and stubble jumped into the room through the crack of the window.He trembled all over, and looked around like a frightened bird.Then he secretly lay down beside Zi He, curled up and sobbed, tears washed two white marks on his dirty face. Zi He didn't move, because she didn't need to look clearly to guess that this uninvited guest was the one she had been waiting for these days. Chen Xiqiao cried more and more, and couldn't help hugging her. Zi He didn't say a word, just hugged him lightly, and patted him lightly like coaxing a frightened child. After a while, Chen Xiqiao fell asleep in Zi He's arms.Looking at the sleeping Chen Xiqiao, Zi He shook her head, but she had a very ominous feeling in her heart: this young man must have caused a lot of trouble this time. Autumn is just around the corner.The flowers are withered, and the yellow leaves are all over the ground. This season always makes people more melancholy than usual. Zihe's mood is ten times more melancholy than that of autumn. From the day Chen Xiqiao came back, Zi He found that her man had completely collapsed.他虽没有被谢三杀死，但他的信心、自尊甚至求生的意志都被谢三抽空了。他已生不如死，只剩下了一具没有生命的空壳，每天只能在酒肆和青楼打发掉所有的时间。 秋风狂舞，院子里的树上落叶还在簌簌落落地掉着，任紫荷怎样扫也扫不干净。然而紫荷好像没有放弃的意思，还是不厌其烦地用笤帚清理着一片又一片落叶。 Chen Xiqiao is back.他已喝得烂醉如泥，嘴里哼哼着，手上还拿着个酒坛子，刚穿过竹篱笆，就踉跄着倒在了地上。他好像已不准备爬起来，躺在地上，就着坛子一口一口地狂饮起来。 “古来圣贤皆寂寞，惟有饮者留其名……谢三你来杀我吧……你来啊……来啊……”一边喝着酒，一边他还在那里喃喃自语。 紫荷没有搭理陈溪桥，只是神情冷漠地扫着落叶。落叶和笤帚不断地拂过陈溪桥憔悴的脸庞。 陈溪桥没有反应，只是看着紫荷，呵呵傻笑着，忽然脑袋一歪，竟呼呼睡去了。 紫荷也好像一下子失去了全身力气，失神地坐在了地上。 有人慢慢踱进了院子，脚踩在落叶，没有一丝声音。 张横舟的背已经越来越佝偻，怎么看都可算是一个正在苟延残喘的老人。 “管家，你来了？”紫荷无精打采地问。 “我来了。”张横舟不动声色，一字一句地说。 “你是怎么找到这里的？”“一年多前，我就已经知道少爷常常会来这里跟你会面。”“哦？那你为什么不来拆散我们？”紫荷惨然地笑了笑。 “你虽然没有住在陈府，但在我眼里，你几乎就是陈家的另一位少奶奶。”“谢谢。”紫荷感激地看了张横舟一眼。 “不过，今天我想把少爷从这里带走。”“你以为你能让他振作起来？”“也许。”张横舟目光闪动，缓缓地点了点头，“六哥临死前，把少爷托付给了我，所以他现在这样我不能不管。”“好吧。”紫荷点了点头，疲倦地闭上了眼睛。 一大桶凉得彻骨的水没头没脑地洒在浇在了陈溪桥身上。这样的情况下，他不想醒都不可能。他睁开眼的时候，看见的不是紫荷，而是张横舟。 “对不起，少爷。”张横舟还是那副一丝不苟的样子，毕恭毕敬地向陈溪桥躬了躬身。 “张大叔，你怎么会在这里？”陈溪桥揉了揉眼睛。 “少爷，你现在已经回家了。”“回家？”疑惑中，陈溪桥向四周望了一眼，赫然看见头顶上方挂着的正是那块陈家祖传九代的御赐金匾。 “少爷，现在你清醒了吗？”“清醒？什么意思？”“因为我要给你看一样很重要的东西，所以我首先要保证你现在是清醒的。”“什么东西？”“一封信。”张横舟顿了一顿，“当年六哥去救你前，给你留下的信。” 信已被打开。陈溪桥读了一遍又一遍。 The letter reads as follows: 溪桥吾儿，如果你能看到这封信，那就意味着我的努力已经白费，我只剩下这最后一个赌注了。 我知道这对你来说很不公平，但有些人注定不能选择自己的生活。你是名捕陈家的惟一传人。家族用了几百年时间，牺牲了很多人的生命，才会有今天，我不能让这传统中断。 我知道你是一个胆小敏感的孩子，并不适合从事这种血腥的职业。作为父亲，我也希望你能按自己的意愿生活。但问题是，我是陈六，你是陈溪桥，我们都不可能过自己想要的生活。我一直在努力设法改变你，但你是一个被宠坏了的孩子，总是不愿长大。 其实，我早就发现你和紫荷之间的事了。你对她过于依赖了，这是你不能长大的原因所在。其实解决这个问题的办法，就是把紫荷从你的身边赶走，更极端的就是神不知鬼不觉地杀了她。但是我找不到可以这样干的理由，问题出在你身上，更出在我这个当爹的身上，我不能把自己的问题转嫁给别人。每个人都有自己的原则，我的原则就是要对所有的人公平。 所以我决定去赌一赌自己的运气。去对付谢三前，我已身中奇毒，将不久于人世。在梦村的时候，我已知道谢三诈死，而且我也猜得出不久后他会报复我。谢三知道，我最大的弱点就是你，所以他一定会利用你来报复我。 果然，这一切都按我的预想发生了，现在只剩下最后一步了，就是用我的命去换你的命。但愿这能激励你，让你下决心去承担起家族的命运。 我已做了我能做的一切，如果不成功的话，我想我也无愧于列祖列宗了。至于你当然也可以去选择自己想走的路了。 从清晨到黄昏，陈溪桥已能把这封信倒背如流。 他无力地抬着头，出神地望着头顶那块写着“名捕世家”的牌匾，信已从他的手上滑落在了地上。 秋风将信吹到庭院里，信纸和落叶飞舞在了一起。 雨下得很大，陈溪桥被淋得湿透了。 但是陈溪桥却好像全无感觉，只是茫然地行走在黑得吓人的雨夜里，他的手上拿着一块红布，里面好像藏着什么东西。 他已经来到紫荷住的地方。 紫荷此刻正坐在梳妆台前，对着镜子神色平静地在为自己梳妆打扮。 陈溪桥推门走了进来，他忧伤地看了镜子里的紫荷一眼，然后走到了她背后。 紫荷并没有回头。 陈溪桥手上的红布滑落在了地上，露出明晃晃的匕首。紫荷并没有看见匕首。 “你的身上有杀气，你是来杀我的。”紫荷的脸上露出了怪异的微笑。 陈溪桥的眼中已经掉下了两行眼泪。 “老爷去救你之前，曾要我离开你，他怕有一天，你会来杀我。不过，我没有走。好吧，现在你动手吧。”紫荷闭上了眼睛。 陈溪桥握匕首的手突然松下。匕首掉在了地上。 紫荷张开眼睛，猛一回头，发现陈溪桥已经离开了。 对着镜子，紫荷失声痛哭起来。她意识到，从这一刻起，她已经完全失去了她的情郎。 风越刮越大，雨也越下越大。 房间里只有陈溪桥一个人躺在床上，静静地听着外面的雨声，久久难以入眠。 雨声变成了鬼哭狼嚎。 陈溪桥的喘息声也越来越大。他手足无措地坐起，又躺下，又坐起，又躺下，他甚至用手捂住了自己的耳朵。 渐渐的，他平静了下来，喘息声轻了，鬼哭狼嚎的声音也渐渐消散了。陈溪桥脸上的笑意已经越来越浓。 从那一刻起，他觉得自己已经不是陈溪桥了。 只有雨声还在继续。 秋风秋雨愁煞人。 这场无休无止的秋雨已经整整下了三天三夜。三天来，萧憔悴几乎没有出过门。 屋子里的鸟羽已被渗进来的水汽浸湿，萧憔悴的心情就像这些失去了光泽和轻盈的鸟羽一样糟糕。 青烟袅袅，她一手托腮，一手拿着忘忧草卷起的旱烟，斜卧在窗前的床榻上，一边吸着烟，一边看着窗外漫天漫地的雨，心里空空的，不知道这天地间还有什么值得牵挂的事情。不知不觉中，已有两滴清泪挂在了眼角边上。 前方的林子里，走来了一个身穿蓑衣头戴斗笠的人影。庞大的斗笠把来人的脸庞藏在了一片阴影之中。 萧憔悴从未见过有人行走在雨中时，还能让自己的步态保持如此的优雅，每一步的大小缓急都有规有矩，好像他不是行走在泥泞中，而是行走在一片鲜花簇拥的波斯地毯上。风虽然很大，却一点也没有吹动他身上的蓑衣。萧憔悴都看呆了，未见到此人之面，就已经不由自主地对他产生了好感。 来人终于走到了她的屋前，吱呀一声，屋门已被打开，随着人影一起进来的，还有一股清新逼人的风。 萧憔悴忍不住深深吸了一口这被带进来的新鲜空气。 她终于看清了来人的脸，竟是两个月前她以为已经崩溃的陈溪桥。 然而这个陈溪桥已经跟两个月前完全不同。他的眼神很温柔，脸上始终都带着很优雅的微笑，好像浑身上下都带着一种让人不得不亲近的魅力。 但是萧憔悴却隐隐感到，这个笑得很优雅的陈溪桥已经比以前那个带着许多戾气的陈溪桥更可怕了。 萧憔悴甚至觉得他已经变成了另一个谢三，一个甚至比谢三还要危险和可怕的谢三。 “你还敢到这里来。”萧憔悴努力地静了静神，冷冷地问。 “我不得不来。”陈溪桥慢条斯理地说，脸上的微笑愈发地温柔起来，好像萧憔悴是他最亲密的爱人一样。 萧憔悴觉得自己正在被这至媚至惑的笑容所融化。 “你有什么事情？”“想让你看一看我的剑。”“你的剑？”“不错，我的剑。”陈溪桥打量了一下屋子四周，然后点了点头。“这里好像太小了一些，我还是出去吧，你趴在窗前看看就行了。”还是那样的节奏，还是那样的优雅，转眼间，陈溪桥就已经走到了外面的雨中。 不知为何，萧憔悴竟按照他的吩咐，趴在床上，像个小女孩一样将脑袋支在了窗台上。 陈溪桥终于站定了下来。忽然，对萧憔悴灿烂地笑了一笑，露出一口雪白的牙齿。这时蓑衣竟像两片贝壳，突然打开。蓑衣里面已经没有陈溪桥，只剩下了一片白色的光芒。 白色的光芒从蓑衣里面脱落了出来，慢慢地向四周发散出去，变得越来越大。光芒所到之处，雨就停了下来，好像连太阳也突然被这白色的光芒打通了，从上面普照了下来。 而白色的光芒之外，雨却越下越大了。 看着这白色的光芒，萧憔悴的嘴角边不知不觉地露出了动情的微笑，好像那白色光芒所照之处，是一个温暖、幸福的天堂。 被它吸引，萧憔悴竟不由自主地飞了起来，越出窗子，无怨无悔地向窗外的那片白光飞了过去。 转眼间，她就进到了白光里面，里面好像是一个无边无际的世界，而她正像天使一样向这个世界的中心飞去。 越接近中心，那里便越亮。萧憔悴的心都已经醉了。 终于她到达了终点。但是不知道为何，她浑身上下突然被一阵阴风裹住了，每一根汗毛都已经竖了起来，她看见光芒的中心是一把冷冷的剑和一个冷冷的人。而她自己正在迎着那把寒光闪闪的剑飞去，她已避无可避。 就在她的胸已经快要穿过剑刃时，陈溪桥突然收住了剑。 白色的光芒一下子不见了，萧憔悴跌落在了地上，大雨劈头盖脸地砸在了她的身上，她茫然若失，大声痛哭。 陈溪桥还在微笑，一直等到萧憔悴的哭声渐渐轻了下来之后，才又重新开了口：“我的剑如何？”“剑是好剑，只是它的媚惑之力对谢三是不是有用，连我也不敢保证。”萧憔悴依然若有所失，低着头缓缓说道。 “如果有你在一旁协助，也许我就有五成把握。”“你要我怎么做？”“我想请你在对付谢三的时候，当着谢三的面自尽。”“什么意思？”“对谢三来说，你是他的心血之作，没有人会看着自己的心血之作被当场毁灭而不心乱。”“你为什么认为我会帮你这么做？”“因为我知道你已了无生趣，既对谢三恨得入骨，又对他爱得要死。所以，我可以答应你，只要我杀了谢三，我一定把你和他合葬在一起，让你们不能同生却能共死。”“你这么有把握让我答应。”“不错。”陈溪桥诚恳地点了点头，好像现在在提出要求的不是他，而是萧憔悴。他的目光已经跟萧憔悴的目光交接在了一起。 “好，我答应你。”陈溪桥温柔的眼神让萧憔悴竟不想再跟他使小性子了，而是干脆点头答应了。 蓑衣不知什么时候又回到了陈溪桥的身上，他又开始不慌不忙地踱起了优雅的方步。 萧憔悴好像突然醒悟了似的，发了疯似的向陈溪桥跑过去。扯住他的蓑衣，狠狠地打了一个耳光。 “虽然我答应帮你，但是我不喜欢你这种利用别人不当回事的态度。”萧憔悴恨恨地说道。 “这世上又有谁不是在被别人利用呢？”陈溪桥没有停下来，只是淡淡地笑了一笑。萧憔悴忽然发现，他笑容的深处竟好像有着无尽的忧伤。 天气终于重新放晴，阳光好得让人心醉。 谢三又回到了啼破山上的小屋子里面。木房子已被重新修好。屋子里的摆设跟从前没有两样。 谢三看着这一切，好像一点也不吃惊。他走到了桌子旁边，又开始练起字来。看上去，他的身体已经完全康复了。 门吱呀一声开了，陈溪桥扛着一捆柴走了进来，后面还跟着像小媳妇一样抱着一盆衣服的萧憔悴。 “果然是你。”谢三没有抬头，轻轻地说。 “当然是我。”陈溪桥也笑着说。 “你不必这么早赶来，离三个月的约定，还有七天。”陈溪桥突然跪在了地上。 “你现在就杀了我吧。”陈溪桥的脸上满是诚恳之色。 谢三惊讶地看着陈溪桥，下意识地向后退了一步。他的眼珠子不断地转着，然后做出一副了然于胸的样子，干笑了几声：“我明白了，你的脑子里一定正在转什么坏念头？”“你不是会攻心大法吗？我的事情你都知道，所以你也一定知道我在转什么念头。”陈溪桥脸上的笑容愈发地天真了。 谢三的心底却升起了一股寒意。 “你敢取笑我。”“不敢。”陈溪桥站起身来，向谢三逼近过来：“好，你现在就动手吧。”陈溪桥的举动让谢三反而不知所措起来，他紧锁眉头，一步一步向后退却。忽然他的脚好像踩到了什么，竟是萧憔悴拖在地上的裙袂。 嗤……，萧憔悴的裙子被撕破了，她像个赤裸的婴孩一样，迎着谢三走来，手上还拿着一把明晃晃的匕首。 谢三一惊，已在掌中运满真气。 “他还要你动手，我却可以自己动手。”萧憔悴妩媚地笑着，手轻轻地挥了一挥，她完美无缺的身体上已经被自己剖开，她扑在了谢三的怀里，正在变凉的唇吻在了谢三的唇上。鲜血把谢三整个地染红了。 就在这一刻，谢三的眼中已有热泪涌了下来。 “悴儿，你为何要这样对我。”谢三把萧憔悴紧紧地抱住了，用手不断的撮合着萧憔悴身上的伤痕，但还是止不住她身上向外奔涌的热血。萧憔悴的身体正在慢慢变冷变僵，她的美丽像即将熄灭的火花，正在一点一点地凋谢着。 谢三的魂魄好像一下子掉了，失声大叫起来：“为什么？为什么会这样的？”这一刹那，陈溪桥的人已经不见了，他刚才站着的地方竟有一束白光在闪耀，白光越来越大，把萧憔悴从谢三的怀里吸了过去。 已经死去的萧憔悴在这白光的作用下，好像又重新恢复了生气，胸腹处那条长长的伤口正在慢慢地愈合，萧憔悴又活了过来，正颦笑着向谢三挥手。 谢三好像已经被眼前的这一幕吸引住了，情不自禁地飞了起来，张开怀抱向光芒中心的萧憔悴扑了过去…… 陈溪桥脸上的笑意越来越浓，即使聪慧高强如谢三也挡不住这一招修罗之剑。 但是，就在他以为就要得偿所愿时，他忽然发现剑已经不在他手上，面前的谢三也已经没有了踪影。 “你真的以为你赢定了吗？”谢三的声音在陈溪桥身后响了起来，陈溪桥的剑现在已经架在他自己的脖子上。 “我错在哪里？”陈溪桥叹了一口气，脸上却还在笑。 “你的计划不可谓不严密，你这一招新悟出的修罗之剑也几乎是当世最具威力的杀招，只是你算错了一步。”“哪一步？”“我本来确实把萧憔悴当做是我最伟大的杰作。”“难道现在不是了？”“不是。”谢三缓缓说道，“因为后来我突然发现，我创造了一个更完美的杰作。”“哦？”“当年我刚进捕快这一行时，领我进门的师傅曾经对我说，想要打败对手，通常只有两个办法，一个是比他更强，一个是比他更坏。你就是我的这一个新的杰作。”陈溪桥的脸上满是无奈而苦涩的笑容，冷汗从他额头冒了出来，他使劲咽了口唾沫，将被汗浸湿的手在衣服上不断地擦了又擦。然后闭上了眼睛，等着谢三来杀自己。 谢三看着陈溪桥，眼中充满疲倦。他摇了摇头，脸上现出一副怪异的笑容。 “所以我们的游戏已经结束，我赢了，所以我死，你继续替我活下去。”谢三突然抽回了手上的剑。陈溪桥听见身后传来一声闷哼，他睁开了眼睛，回头望去，发现他的剑已经刺进了谢三自己的小腹。 谢三慢慢地倒在了地上，他爬到萧憔悴的身边，牵着她的手仰卧着，看着天花板，脸上带着微笑，嘴里还在喃喃自语：“生又何欢，死又何惧。生又何欢，死又何惧……”陈溪桥看着谢三，不知所以地狂笑起来，连声音都已嘶哑：“为什么？为什么你要这么做？”谢三已经不理他，继续自顾自地念念有词。 陈溪桥把剑从谢三的身上拔了出来，发狂似的砍在他身上，一次又一次，一次又一次，就像当年谢三的剑砍在他父亲身上一样。