Chapter 2 Chapter two

When I was fifteen years old, my father asked me to kill a group of swordsmen passing through this desert, seven of them were extremely skilled.My father gave me his moon burial sword, and then took me to Huangshi Town, the only small town on the edge of the desert. When I was walking on the streets with flying sand and stones, I felt a little fear.Because I have never seen so many people.I grew up with my father since I was a child.No language contact with the second person.My father pointed out to me the peddlers, old women, beggars, and young boys on the side of the road one by one, and told me who among them was a killer, who was a swordsman, and who was a commoner.Among them, my father pointed to a little boy about eight years old and told me that he was the young master of Bingquan Island in the South China Sea and one of the top fifty Central Plains killers.

When the street came to the end, I saw the flying and raging yellow sand settling down one after another. At the end of the yellow sand, there was a noisy restaurant. I saw seven swordsmen inside, the middle one One, the most terrifying. My father said to me, Lotus, go up and kill them. When my father said this, it seemed that he was saying something for granted to me.His face was calm, without waves. Later, those seven people all died by my hands, all of which were cut open by my sword, and blood sprayed out.The swordsman who died at the end was a thin-faced man, he kept looking at me, and at the last moment, he asked me, who are you, Hua Cheng.I gently put the last lotus flower on his throat, and said to him, he is my father.Then I saw his weird smile, which finally froze on his face and froze forever.

When my father and I left that day, the restaurant was lit again, and the red lanterns were shaking in the wind mixed with yellow sand. My father said to me, Lianhua, now you are the best killer in the desert, besides me, Maybe no one can kill you again. I looked at the Moon Burying Sword in my hand, its snow-white light hurt my eyes, there was not a drop of blood on it, it was as bright as an ivory white moon, so full and so full. When my father left Huangshi Town, he gave a jade pendant around his waist to a little beggar on the side of the road. I knew that jade pendant was an ancient mascot, and my father had bought it for five thousand taels of silver.I asked my father why he would give to a little beggar.My father said to me because he was a real beggar.

After returning home that night, my father started playing the piano again, and then danced with the sword. In the dark, I could hear the sound of the sword cutting through the night, short and sharp like the chirping of birds.That day I heard my father singing that poem again on the Internet: 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.

When I was eighteen, my father told me that we should leave the desert. I don't know why my father left, leaving the birds and deserts he had been guarding for eighteen years, leaving his lotus pond, and leaving the pinnacle killer status here.I said to my father, father, we will give up everything when we leave, have you decided? Father nodded, he said, because we are going to find your mother, and your brother, his name is also called Lianhua. The father looked at the dark sky and said, because the agreed time has come. I always like to watch the flowers fluttering in Lianyi Villa, endless, sweeping everything.The small rivers that stretch in the manor always reflect my lonely figure. In fact, I often want to talk to someone, but every time I come into contact with strangers, I have only one purpose, which is to kill them.

Every time I stab their throat with a sword, I feel very sad, as if I am dying continuously. In fact, people are not called dead until they die. Many times I feel that I have died. I am like a puppet, and I have cut the silver thread that manipulates me behind me. I always dream of my father, he lives in the desert with my sister, I dream of his handsome and unruly face, black flying robe, and his messy hair, just like me now.There is also the bright long sword Burial Moon wrapped in black cloth behind him.And my sister, Lotus.She should have the alluring face of her mother when she was young, and the gentle mist of the south of the Yangtze River when she smiles, but when she kills, she must be as decisive and thorough as me.

Sometimes in my dreams there was a big fire, and the continuous fire burned every corner of Lianyi Villa.I can't see my mother, I can't see my Singing Moon Sword, I can't see the villa, I can't see Jiangnan in the firelight all over the sky, I can only see the god of death approaching step by step. Every time I struggle to wake up, I always see the kind face of my mother-in-law. She always smiles at me and doesn't speak. My mother-in-law grew up with me in Lianyi Villa, and I have been sleeping in her arms since I was a child.But my mother-in-law can't speak, she always smiles at me, her smile is warm and inclusive.I like the warm smell of Sophora japonica on her hair, which is a good memory mixed with fragrance in my childhood.

In fact, when I first used Changyue Sword, I always wondered if my mother would ask me to kill my mother-in-law, but my mother still didn't.Maybe because my mother-in-law doesn't know martial arts, she can't improve me. I was always talking to my mother in law and she was the only one who could listen to me because she couldn't talk.Many times I hugged my mother-in-law sadly and cried, she still smiled at me kindly, I seemed to hear her say to me, Lianhua, don't cry, you want to become the best swordsman in the world, how can you cry. My mother-in-law taught me a rhyme, and she wrote it on a piece of paper for me to read:

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.

I don't know how to sing this ballad, but I like to read them out. I always sit by the river and read this ballad in the wind blowing flowers. It makes me feel very warm. Since I was eighteen years old, my mother has always said the same sentence, she said, the appointed time is coming. Every time I ask her what the agreement is, she always shakes her head, and then I see her unfathomable but overwhelming smile. That day I went to kill a famous swordsman in a bustling city, and that swordsman was a real fame seeker.So when I saw him in the restaurant of the inn, I walked over and said to him, if you want to commit suicide, you still need me to kill you.The man looked at me and laughed very loudly. He said, I am living a good life and I don’t want to die, and I can let an ignorant child like you die.

I sighed and shook my head, then quickly inserted the three chopsticks on the table into his throat.I saw him looking at the sword behind me when he died, I smiled, and I asked him, do you want to ask me why I didn't kill you with the sword?He nodded.I say, because you are not worthy of my sword. I asked him again, do you really want to see my sword? He nodded, his eyes starting to wander. So I pulled out the sword, and the white light like moonlight instantly illuminated the surrounding blackness.Then I heard a vague voice in his throat saying, so you are the lotus. I laughed, and I said, yes, I am Lotus.Then I stabbed the Singing Moon Sword into his throat again, because my mother told me not to give the opponent any leeway.When I saw his blood was dyed emerald green by the poison of the red lotus, I put a red Western Region red lotus on his throat, turned and left. When I came down I saw the man and a young woman in the courtyard, both in black robes with flying hair.The man was rebellious, and the young woman carried a long sword wrapped in black cloth on her back.Intuitively I knew who they were, they were killers just like me.And it's a first-rate killer. I walked past them quietly, and then I heard that man singing a song, which was the one my mother-in-law taught me. I finally knew how to sing this song, and the melody was full of sadness. The flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River turns a thousand times. When I returned to Lianyi Villa, I saw my mother standing under the eaves. She looked at the nests of swallows piled up on the black eaves, showing an innocent and sweet smile like a girl.I call her, I call her mother. I didn't fall asleep for a long time that night. I kept thinking about that man and that woman. I thought I should have seen them because their faces were so familiar.But I can't remember under what circumstances we met.That night I sang the ditty that man sang, and I heard my voice floating lonely among the trees and corridors of Lianyi Mountain Villa, and then I heard a rapid knock on the door, I opened the door and saw my mother was stunned Looking at me, she asked hurriedly, who taught you to sing this song?She grabbed my skirt and asked me, tell me, who is it? I said, I don't know. When my mother left that day, I heard her whisper, she said, the appointed time has come, so you have come back. My mother-in-law stood behind us that day. When I turned around, I saw her kind face, but for the first time, I saw the sadness that could not be hidden from her face. Mother-in-law, what are you worried about? My father told me that in the current world, only Jiangnan and Beyond the Great Wall have the best killers, so we have to go back to Jiangnan, and my mother is waiting for me there, as well as my brother, Lianhua. I never met my mother, and my brother never met his father.Also, we have never met each other.My father always likes to touch my soft black hair and say to me, Lotus, your mother is as beautiful as you, and her name is Lian Pao. When we arrived at the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, it was already dusk, and a drizzle began to fall slowly from the sky.The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so gentle that it does not have the slightest breath of desolation, lingering and sentimental like those paper kites flying all over the sky. I remember the first time I saw a paper kite in the desert was after killing a bodyguard, and there was a butterfly paper kite in his car.I asked my father, what is this?My father told me that it was a paper kite, which could fly into the sky when the wind blows, just like those lonely birds. I asked him why he hadn't seen anyone releasing paper kites in the desert? Father said, because of the wind in the desert, it was too cool to kill.Those fragile paper kites will be dismembered by the wind, and then scattered into pieces, falling to the end of the world. And now, I finally saw paper kites flying in the sky, so peaceful and quiet.Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes.I asked my father, why didn't I live in Jiangnan since childhood?Why is my mother not by my side? My father stroked my hair and didn't speak, but I saw the pain in his eyes.He called my name over and over again, lotus, lotus, lotus. I like the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, they wind around the whole city tactfully.I always smile happily when I see those boys in long gowns walking on the stone bridge.I asked my father, dad, did you also look like that when you were young, with a feather fan and scarf, romantic and suave?My father always stroked my hair and said to me, no, when I was young I always carried a moon-buying sword on my back and lived in seclusion.A lot of time rushing in the dark and then killing at dawn.There is no wave in the father's tone, so I don't know what kind of memories he has of his young years. I have seen those women picking lotus with their bright wrists raised in black-covered boats. Their hair is as black as golden ink, hanging down from their shoulders softly, and then submerged in the water.Those hairs are rippling in the water plants, like their low Wu Nong soft words.Occasionally, swallows flew obliquely across the water, and then disappeared under the black eaves. I said to my father, Dad, I like Jiangnan. On our first day in Jiangnan we stayed in an inn.Standing in the courtyard with my father that night, I saw the stars shining on my father's black flying hair.He was singing that ditty, but he didn't bring his qin, and it was left in the sand in the desert.Father's magnetic voice spread in the water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River. 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. Then I saw a man in a black robe passing by us. At that moment, I felt familiar. He was very like my father, with thick black eyebrows flying obliquely, eyes like stars, and a straight nose like a blade. thin lips.My father turned his back to him and didn't see him. I wanted to call my father, but he had already walked out of the inn.I looked at his back and suddenly felt very sad. Then we heard the exclamation of the crowd upstairs. When my father and I caught up, I saw a man lying in a pool of blood. His blood flowed out from under him, like flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, scattered in all directions, and gradually turned black in the wind.Then I found the wound on his throat, which was fatal with a sword, and the wound was a strange blue color. I knew that the blade of the sword was poisonous, and it was the poison from the red lotus juice of the Western Regions.And on that person's throat, there was a red lotus as bright as a flame. I turned to my father and said, I didn't kill him.But I found that my father didn't look at me at all, he just said two words in a trance, and those two words were very strange, that was my name. Father has been saying, lotus, lotus, lotus... On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the North Star moves sideways, avoid sharp weapons, benefit the north, and there is blood, it is advisable to take a bath and chant scriptures to relieve disasters. It was written in the almanac that day. Mother got up very early that morning, her hair was pulled up, delicate hairpins, flying silk clothes, holding my singing moon in her hand. Mother, where are you going? Going to meet a killer who is unparalleled in the world, I want to see if I am number one in the world or him.Mother's hair is still not messed up in the wind.I saw her smile, trance and blurred. Mother, can you not go.I suddenly felt a kind of fear in my heart, but I didn't know what I was worried about. No, this is an agreement made twenty years ago.Lianhua, you wait for me to come back, I will become the number one killer in the world. I watched her back disappear at the gate of the villa, and her clothes flew away. I suddenly felt that the lotus paddle was like a butterfly that wanted to fly, but I was afraid that she would never come back. That day I waited until night, the villa was already lit with orange lights, the palace lanterns under the eaves were on, and the soft light shrouded my head. When I heard the heavy evening bell from the hills to the north, I stood up and told my mother-in-law that I was going out. My mother-in-law took my hand and looked at me.I smiled at her, I said mother-in-law, I just went to find my mother, I will be back soon. I saw my mother in the south of Lishui, and the man who could sing ditties I saw in the inn. When I arrived, I just saw the man's sword cut my mother's throat, and the blood was like The fluttering petals scatter in all directions, spraying out violently and falling on the grass.Changyue in mother's hand fell down and hit the lawn without sound. I called my mother softly, I said, mother, mother. Then she turned and looked at me with a smile, happy and content, that I was with her when she died.My mother's body fell down in my arms, and she stretched out her hand to stroke my face.I saw a tear flow from the corner of her eye. It was the first time I saw my mother cry, and it was also the last time.She stretched out her hand and pointed at the man, and then I heard a muffled voice in her throat, she said, he...it was him... I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, I understand, mother, I will avenge you.However, before I finished my words, my mother's hand fell from my face, and I saw her quiet face, rippling with happiness. I picked up the singing moon on the ground, then left with my mother in my arms.When I left, the man called my name behind my back, he called me Lianhua. I didn't look back, but stopped, and then I said to him, since you know my name, you should know that I am the number one killer in Jiangnan, but you killed my mother in front of me. The man didn't speak, and I heard his sighing voice diffused in the cold water vapor of the night.He suddenly asked, is there a mother-in-law in your family? I didn't answer him, and left with my mother in my arms. Tears fell from my eyes, I never knew that a person's tears could be so hot. I forgot whether it was autumn that day, but I clearly remember that when I left, leaves began to fall in large swaths around me, falling on my shoulders, and falling on my mother's face.I suddenly remembered what my mother once said to me. She said that everyone will return to their hometown when they die, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots. Mother, don't be afraid, I will take you home right away, back to Lianyi Villa, you still have to teach me how to practice swordsmanship, you still have to caress my face and call my name, Lianhua.Mother, you can't die, because you are my world. When I left the lawn filled with my mother's blood, I heard that man singing again: amidst 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. I don't know if it was my hallucination or the sound became blurred in the mist. I heard the man's singing turned into a suppressed sob at the end, like the gurgling water in the south of the Yangtze River, sobbing and rushing. The sound of birds flying in the black sky, kill, kill, kill.I raised my head, but I couldn't see where the bird was.Only those bright stars, the stars covered my mother's hair. When I returned to Lianyi Villa, I saw my mother-in-law standing at the door holding a red palace lantern. The wind blew her silver-white hair, and her dark blue clothes shone dimly in the night.I hugged my mother and stood in front of her, and then saw her indifferent face, as if saying, doomed is always doomed, and then she staggered in. I looked at my sleeping mother in my arms and burst into tears. Mother, can you call me by my name, my name is Lianhua. Fifteen, the dragon rushes to the evil, and everything is inappropriate. The moon that day was extraordinarily round and extraordinarily bright in my memory.I was on the south bank of Lishui, and in front of me stood the man in black who killed my mother, with his sword on his back. He asked me, have you seen your mother-in-law since you went back? seen. So you already know who I am? Know. Then I saw his smile, a smile as soft as moonlight, and at that moment I felt inexplicably warm. I want to fight swords with you, click as soon as possible, okay?