When I stabbed the Moon Singing Sword in my hand into the man's throat, the man's blood flowed down the edge of the sword and then fell from my wrist drop by drop. His blood spread into gurgles on the marble floor. The flowing water is like the gentle river I have heard and seen in Jiangnan since I was a child.The gentle and dignified running water scattered in all directions.I turned around and saw my mother's beautiful face, her blue hair flying in the watery wind in the south of the Yangtze River, she smiled and said to me, Lianhua, this person is called Liao Jian, the second killer in the south of the Yangtze River, now He died at your hands, and you will take his place.The mother's smile permeated the wind, and eventually became no longer clear, like an old ink painting, filled with thick water vapor.

My name is Lianhua, and I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. My mother and I lived together.It is said that they are dependent on each other, but in fact, I have lived a life like a king since I was a child, because my mother is the number one killer in Jiangnan.Her name is Lian Pao.Only spiritually, we are truly dependent on each other.Because I grew up without a father. I once asked my mother, I said, mother, where is my father? My mother would always hold my face, and then leaned down to kiss my eyebrows, she said, Lianhua, your father is in a remote desert, in a place full of wind and sand, where he is guarding a flock of birds, lonely, but unruly.

I asked my mother about my father's appearance, and she told me, Lianhua, he is just like you, with star eyes and sword eyebrows. I grew up in Lianyi Villa, and I grew up with my cousin, his name is Xingxiao.We have been learning swordsmanship in Lianyi Mountain Villa since we were five years old, but he learned the orthodox and gorgeous Huashan swordsmanship, while I was taught by my mother herself. She told me that my swordsmanship has no name, no origin, and no tricks. , only purpose, that is to kill.When I was young, I was always afraid of killing people, but every time I heard my mother say killing people, I always saw her smile, soft and beautiful like flowers, every time my fear would weaken, until finally I You can calmly listen to my mother tell me, Lianhua, you will become the best killer in the future.Then I smiled and nodded to my mother.I was seven years old that year.

Xing Xiao always wears a white robe, facing the wind in the jade tree, imposing, with a white Zhu Guanlun scarf tied around his hair.And I always wear a black robe, my hair is tied up high with a black rope, and there are messy strands of hair flying around my forehead.My mother told me that a killer has to be as restrained as possible, otherwise he will die.I once asked her, I said why black?She smiled and said to me, Lianhua, have you ever seen human blood? The bright red blood that flows in the body turns black just before dying, like pure golden ink. Xingxiao's swordsmanship is majestic and smooth, as gorgeous as a soaring phoenix, while my swordsmanship is straightforward, like a short bird's song.But every time I compete with Xing Xiao, I can easily stop the Changing Moon Sword at his throat within fifteen strokes, and then see the fear in his eyes.Then when I turn around, I will see my mother's peerless face smiling in the wind like ripples unfolding.

The first time I killed someone was when I was eleven years old. At that time, I was not qualified to kill with the Singing Moon Sword, because that was my mother's weapon.What I used was a sword in the palm that was quenched with poison. The long and narrow blade showed a green light, just like the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River that swirls and entangles my dreams day and night, like the sixty-six long and narrow streams in Lianyi Villa.The first person who died at my hands was a second-rate killer, but he had been famous in Jiangnan for thirty years.My mother told me that in fact, those famous killers have lost all their brilliance and sharpness in their old age, and their extravagant life has already ruined their killer career, so you can easily defeat them.Because if a killer can't kill, he can only be killed by someone else.Lianhua, remember this sentence, this is what your father once said, your father's name is Hua Cheng.

In the end, that man died easily in my hands just as my mother said, and I used seven strokes to pierce the long and narrow blade through his throat.As his blood trickled down my throat along the edge of my sword, my mother appeared behind me.I asked her, I can easily take his life, why should my sword be poisoned?Mother looked at the blood that was spreading like running water on the ground and said to me, because to become the number one killer in the world, one must put the other party to absolute death, and don't give him any chance to resist. When that person was dying, he saw my mother behind me - Lian Pao, and his eyes were filled with countless fears.He asked me in a vague voice, who is she to you?I told him that she was my mother, and her name was Lian Pao.Then I saw his weird smile gradually bloom on his face, and finally the smile froze on his face.

I was fifteen when my mother gave me the Singing Moon Sword, and she told me that I was already qualified to use Singing Moon.The first person I killed with Singing Moon was Xing Xiao, my cousin who grew up with me, and a tall and straight boy who lived in Lianyi Villa like me.I remember that the last day we competed swords was Lichun, my mother was standing by the flowing water, the flowers were falling from the sky on her hair and on her shoulders, she would sing the moon to me, and then told me to kill the stars, she said, lotus, Kill the star effect, then you can become a real killer, because a killer must be ruthless.

That day the white flowers kept falling on me, I knew that the spring in the south of the Yangtze River was gradually waking up, I stood by the bright water, listening to the sound of the flowers falling all over the south of the Yangtze River, I heard the dusk, then I went to find Xingxiao, and then I pierced his throat with a sword, using the Singing Moon Sword. The last sentence I said to Xingxiao is: Let's compare swords, click as soon as possible.Even though I could easily kill Xingxiao, I still lied to him.Because my mother told me to use all methods to put the enemy to death. Xingxiao's blood stretched at my feet, and red lotuses like flames bloomed all over the Lianyi Villa.I heard the crackling of a bird overhead, it was calling, kill, kill, kill.

From then on, I started my career as a professional killer. I would kill one person a month. My mother would always tell me that person’s name and background, family background and martial arts skills. She always accompanied me in the first few times. Then I started to act alone.I always put a lotus flower on that person's throat after killing people, and people in the world began to spread rumors about my weirdness, erratic and peerless martial arts.In fact, I left the lotus just to let those who contributed money know that it was the lotus that killed those people, and their money was not in vain.

When I was eighteen, I killed Liao Jian, the second killer in Jiangnan.Lianyi Villa has become the best killer manor in the south of the Yangtze River, because there are lotus oars and lotus flowers living in it.From then on, my mother would always hold my face and say to me, Lianhua, you will definitely become the number one killer in the world. Even my mother doesn't know that the number one killer in Jiangnan is me or you.I think one day, either I will die by your hands, or you will die by my sword. Then I would see my mother's smile rippling, like the mist in the morning in the south of the Yangtze River, permeating the entire Lianyi Villa.She smiled and said to me, Lianhua, your face resembles your father very much, and his name is Huacheng.

After I was eighteen years old, I seldom spoke. I always sat under the willow tree on the bank and watched the white catkins flying all over the blue sky. When autumn came, I could see large yellow leaves Withered cruelly in the wind.When I was young, my mother told me that everyone will return to their hometown when they die, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots. Those who cannot go back will become wandering souls and be exiled forever.Every time I look up at the sky, I wonder if Jiangnan is my hometown, and if I die, will I be buried under those emerald green waters. Once my mother asked me what I was looking up to, and I said nothing, just because of loneliness.Then a bird flew across the sky, and it was calling, kill, kill, kill.I pretended not to hear, but my mother didn't say anything. That night, my mother told me that I actually have a younger sister, her name is Lianhua like mine, and she lived with my father in the desert, watching over a group of lonely birds.My father is one of the two best killers in the world, and my younger sister should also be a top killer now. I asked my mother, who is the other killer who is the same as my father? I heard her faint sigh, and she said, it was me.Then she said, Lianhua, you were actually born in the desert beyond the Great Wall. Your hometown is not Jiangnan, but the windy and sandy desert in the northern part of the Great Wall. When I cut the Moon-Buying Sword deeply across the neck artery of that swordsman, I heard the whistling sound of the blood gushing out, his blood sprayed out in fine and flying forms, scattered like yellow sand in the desert In the wind, tiny drops of blood scattered on the hot sand, and quickly dried and turned black, just like the color of my father Hua Cheng's pupils, as black as golden ink.When the swordsman fell down like a tree in front of me, my father appeared behind me, his expression was stern and rebellious, and the lonely chirping birds hovered above his head, and they flew away quickly.My father said to me in a low voice, Lian Hua, this man's name is Han Tat, he is the killer second only to me in this desert, he has been famous for ten years, and now he is only twenty-seven years old.When he was seventeen years old, he was already a first-class killer outside the pass.My father turned around and smiled at me, he said, Lianhua, from now on in this desert, no one can kill you except me, maybe even I can't kill you.My father's smile finally permeated the wind and sand, and my eyes felt the slightest pain.That year, I was fifteen years old. My name is Lianhua. I grew up in the desert in the northwest. I lived with my father. Every morning, I would stand beside him and accompany him to watch the birds flying past on the horizon.I grew up listening to the calls of those birds, which were closely attached to the dim sky of the desert.My father always told me, he said, look at the lotus, that direction is Jiangnan, that misty place, the city surrounded by silk and bamboo.The water there is green and clear, and it can swirl around your dreams.My father's name is Hua Cheng, the world's top killer. I have learned swordsmanship from my father since I was a child. He never taught me the fancy swordsmanship that women should learn. The swordsmanship he taught me is simple and clear, straightforward. There is no name, no history, no tricks, only the purpose, which is to kill. The place where my father and I live is in the middle of the desert. There is a spring behind our house. I asked my father why there is a spring in the desert. He smiled and said that it was because someone used to cry here.His smile was scattered in the wind, and the fine yellow sand mixed with it fell on my face one after another. My father planted lotus flowers in that spring, red lotuses as fresh as flames.My father told me that the red lotus came from the Western Regions. The juice in the petals is very poisonous, and the blood seals the throat.Like peacock gall and crane crest.I remember that the red lotus always died in the beginning, and the best time was when it survived to flowering, but when the first buds formed, the lotus started to fester from the root and eventually died.When I was six years old, there was a heavy snowfall, and the spring water was frozen for three months. After the thaw, all the lotus flowers transplanted by my father from the Western Regions survived, and the warm and jade-like lotus leaves covered the entire spring pool.I asked my father why he planted lotus flowers. My father smiled and stroked my hair. He said, because of the two women I love most, one is called lotus paddle and the other is called lotus flower.I also have a favorite man, his name is also Lotus. The weapons I used to kill people before the age of fifteen were all silver needles, quenched by the poison of red lotus juice.Every time I use those poisonous needles to pierce the arteries in the opponent's neck, and then I will see the scene of blood spraying out, like the red dust diffused in the wind, falling little by little on the yellow sand of the desert, Then it was quickly blown dry by the wind, and was obliterated by quicksand, leaving no trace.I once asked my father, and I said, father, I can easily end the lives of those people with silver needles, why do I need to poison the needles.The father looked in the direction of the horizon and said slowly, because he should not leave any room for the opponent to fight back, he must put the opponent to death. My father always played his dusty six-stringed violin at dusk. The sound was desolate and profound, rippling on the desert in the twilight. Sometimes a caravan of camels would pass by in the distance. The melodious piano sounds are entangled together and dispersed in the wind.I asked my father what tune it was, and he told me that it was written by my mother, who used to play and sing it in his ear every day and night with Jiangnan silk and bamboo.My father always sang the Jiangnan ditty in his desolate and magnetic voice: In the sound of lights and oars, the sky is still cold, and the water is still cold.In the dream, silk and bamboo sang a cappella, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, and the people outside the mountain have not yet returned.Before the person returned, looking back with the word Yan, it was earlier than Wangchuan, and the person playing the piano was full of tears.Flowers blooming and rustling all over the shoulders.The shoulders are covered, the sound of the flute is cold, the shadow of the window is shattered, and the sound of the oars in the mist, where is Jiangnan. Every time my father sang this poem, he always burst into tears. I never asked him why he didn't go to the south of the Yangtze River and return to the city on the water with rippling blue water.I only know that my father always sings that he will carefully put away the guqin until the sun is completely hidden under the horizon piled up with yellow sand, but he still does not wipe off the soft dust on it.Then he would dance the sword under the moonlight, lonely, but unruly, he never taught me those sword styles, I saw my father’s flying black robe and black messy hair under the moonlight, like an eagle spreading its wings, the moonlight The deep outline of his face flowed, filled his chest, waist, fingers holding the sword, and finally melted into his pupils as black as golden ink. My father told me that this desert looks peaceful, but actually hides too many storms.There are too many killers and swordsmen hiding in this desert.I have seen those silent swordsmen that my father mentioned, they are always covered with black hoods, walking alone in this hot desert under the scorching sun, like lonely but rebellious wolves.They get always wrapped in black cloth and carried behind them.I once saw a swordsman's swordsmanship, which was as fast as lightning, and killed him with one move.The swordsman looked up at the sky after his opponent fell, and saw the birds flying across the sky, killing, killing, killing.I don't know why, but when I saw that swordsman, I thought of my father, Hua Cheng. I asked my father why all their sword skills have no origins, and my father told me, because their sword skills are the same as yours, with no names, no origins, no tricks, and only the purpose, which is to kill.So they are the most dangerous animals in this desert.