Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 35
There was only one wound on Mr. Mo's body, and in his heart, he was killed in one blow.

Sword wound.

The master of the Qiushui sword, Mr. Mo, has been in the world for many years. Although he is old, there are still only a handful of people who can beat him in swordsmanship.

There was no sign of a fight in the room, and the Qiushui sword was still worn on Mr. Mo's waist. He sat quietly, with his head down, his right hand on the table, and he stretched out to the teacup.It's just that there is a bright red circle near the heart.

sneak attack?still.
Mo Qingshan walked closer, looking at the very familiar face, not knowing whether she should be sad or happy, she suddenly wanted to take the Qiushui sword worn by her grandfather's waist, all these years she just watched from a distance, She didn't even touch the scabbard, so she stretched out her hand, held the hilt, and lifted it outwards, but couldn't lift it. Mr. Mo's left hand clenched the scabbard tightly, his fingers were pressed on the gauntlet, and the sword could not come out.

Will not give it to me until death.

Mo Qingshan wanted to laugh out loud, but immediately realized that Grandpa would protect Qiushui Sword until his death. This sword has not yet found a person worthy of entrustment to become its new sword master, and it cannot be taken away.

The long sword is still there.

This is his final glory as the sword master.

"I heard the accident, I never thought it was your grandfather, sorry." Sima Jue stood over and patted Mo Qingshan lightly, "He knew that time was running out, so he made the sword discussion earlier. That bet on him was actually If you don't take it to heart, it is estimated that it is to let you know that life is difficult and find a way out for you. He said, find a good sword master for Jian, and see you marry a good family. It's a pity. It's a pity."

"This is his life without regrets, and he never wants to think about whether others are happy or not. He has always been like this, self-righteous." She couldn't say anything heavier.Several other officials came into the house, led by Xiao Hua, who led his subordinates to bow to Mr. Sima Jue, "I have seen Mr. Sima." He nodded to Mo Qingshan, and carefully inspected the various furnishings in the house. He stepped forward and glanced at Old Man Mo again, "Isn't the Qiushui sword lost? The assassin is only for murder? After killing people, leave calmly. This man, Old Man Mo, probably recognizes him. He is not wary, so he should have succeeded in a sneak attack."

Xiao Hua reached out to Old Man Mo's waist, wanting to take the Qiushui Sword, "The Qiushui Sword is a treasure, so we should put it away first." After pulling it twice, he didn't move, and found Old Man Mo's tightly clenched left hand, "Interesting, maybe the assassin's purpose is here. Is it the Qiushui sword? Mr. Mo guessed that he held the scabbard before he died. But obviously he could cut off Mr. Mo’s left hand and take it with him, for fear of the bloodstains revealing his whereabouts? Mr. Sima, have those people been to Moyu Villa this morning?"

Sima Jue was talking to himself, "Someone who I know might want to be respectful and keep a whole body." The room was quiet, waiting for him to reply. Xiao Hua, who was waiting, asked all the people who came in the morning. Sima Jue frowned, "The sword discussion meeting is coming. In the past few days, the disciples of the six major sword sects and the famous people in the rivers and lakes have been going in and out. I was entrusted by Chu Youzhi to stay in the Dengjin Tower last night. The people who came this morning, It's clear there." I called the servant who went upstairs to deliver the message before, and the servant was humane.

"This morning, Sword Master Mo specially explained that there was something wrong with him today. I also came to deliver lunch to Sword Master Mo before I found the body. I hurriedly called Master Sima to come back."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Xiao Hua ordered his subordinates to carry the body out first. Sima Jue saw the left hand that was holding the Qiushui Sword tightly, sighed, and tapped Old Master Mo's acupuncture points with his fingers, and then his left hand slowly loosened. After taking the Qiushui sword, he glanced at Mo Qingshan and put it on his waist, "Let's put it with me first." Mo Qingshan refused to nod, but couldn't find a reason to take the sword, so he had to go out with the corpse.

Sima Jue was about to go out when the servant came over, "Sir, Young Master Yuan came back in the morning and met with Sword Master Mo."

"Understood." Sima Jue thought thoughtfully, "With Yuan'er's martial arts, even a sneak attack can't pierce this sword, so I should just ask."

"It's just that Young Master Yuan seems to have brought someone with him."

"Who?"

"The Twelve Ancient Books of Peach Boy."

He Chunxia, ​​one of Chuyou's servants, was waiting in the courtyard. When they saw Mo Qingshan and Mr. Mo, who had become a corpse, they all came over and wanted to comfort her. Mo Qingshan thought he was not sad, but was persuaded by others. , The nose is sour, and I want to shed tears.

Now I'm in the Mo family, and I'm the only one left.

Without the Qiu Shui Sword, can the Mo family still be called the Mo family?She lowered her eyes, unable to see the long sword on Sima Jue's waist.

"Excuse me, is that girl He Chunxia?"

"I."

"Under the Youyue Sword Sect, I abandoned disciple Gu Twelve Books, and the old man Mo passed away. Now this sword discussion will be sigh, I don't know if there will be a chance to fight with the girl." The man smiled twice, his voice magnetic, low and pleasant , "I just guessed that the spring and summer girl is very heroic, but I see it today, and I admire it even more."

"What do you mean?" He Chunxia tilted her head and asked Zhang Zhouporridge in a low voice. Zhang Zhouporridge frowned and leaned into Senior Sister's ear, "He praised you for your good looks, but it was super exaggerated and superficial. This person is a hypocrite."

He Chunxia nodded and looked at the Twelve Ancient Books. He was slender, with Tsing Yi and cloth boots, well-cut. Ordinary fabrics looked very chic on him. In winter, he held a folding fan with peach blossoms on the fan face, "You're also pretty."

"Haha, goodbye by fate, then I have to ask you for some tips, Miss Chun Xia."

"Oh, okay."

Mo Qingshan couldn't help wiping away his tears, and glanced at him, only to see the back of a person who was leaving, and asked He Chunxia, ​​"Isn't he a peach boy, why is he calling himself an abandoned disciple of Youyue?"

"He was originally a disciple of the Youyue Sword Sect. We were born with wars and famines. After the disaster of the eight major sword sects, there were only six sects left. The Youyue Sword Sect was almost unable to support it at the time. The sword master was seriously injured by revenge, and his disciples died and scattered. Thanks to the current sword master of Youyue, Jiang Alang, he somehow got a lot of money from there to manage the military officials at that time, and led Lao You. Yue and a group of people fled to a small island in the south for refuge. Later, the wind and rain settled down, and the Youyue Sword Sect returned to the Central Plains. The old Youyue died soon. Victory, but still passed the sword to Jiang Alang. After the ancient twelve books, he left the Youyue Sword School and imitated Tang Yin, planting peach trees, watching peach blossoms, drinking peach wine, and acting as chivalrous. , he claims to be the Youyue Abandoned Disciple." He Chunxia said a lot in one breath, Chu Youzhi went back to the Golden Tower first, Sima Jue and Shiyuezhong discussed something and left, after speaking, only He Chunxia was left in the courtyard , Zhang Zhouporridge, Mo Qingshan, He Chunxia took her hand, "Let's go there next? You don't need the bounty anymore, are you going to catch Zhu Kongkong?"

"Go." Mo Qingshan did not hesitate, "I still need a good sword."

"Okay, Master has a good relationship with the Shushan Sword Sect, and their swords are also good. I heard that they came to live in Jinchengfang this time, let's go."

Mo Qingshan shook his head, "There is someone who has been waiting for me for a long time, and I will borrow her sword."

I can't sing all the dreams of rise and fall, and I can't play all the sad sighs.Daguli's eyes are full of desolation and desolation!I'm just waiting to pluck the complicated strings to convey my grievances, read and write about melancholy, and slowly play Tianbao's legacy.

Chenxiang Tower, Madame Butterfly loves to listen to operas, bought this place, and invited various troupes to perform. After 30 years, troupes have collapsed one after another, and actors have died one after another. Things have not changed, such as the Mo's troupe and Chenxiang Building.

A new play today. "The Palace of Longevity. Tanci".

An Lushan rebelled and the people were displaced.The court actor Li Guinian lived in the south of the Yangtze River and made a living by singing.At the Jiufeng Temple conference, Li Mu, a young man, heard the old actor Li Guinian recalling the past and sighing the vicissitudes of "The Song of Feather Clothes with Neon Clothes".

"This play was specially written for your grandfather by someone, but unfortunately he can't see it."

The last move of Dengyun footwork is absolutely perfect.

"When did Dengyun Footwork have the tenth move, why have I never heard of it?" Mo Qingshan frowned.

Madam Butterfly pinched her face, "As far as the Mo family's swordsmanship is concerned, compared to "Painting Rain and Mist Mountain Art", it is simply heaven and earth, but your grandfather has been in the world under the name of the sword master for so many years. Cloud footwork, Yu Danfeng got the first six moves, I got nine moves, and taught you nine moves. I thought that Dengyun footwork only had these nine moves, plus Wushan swordsmanship, and I would definitely beat your grandfather, but at the last moment , he turned his footwork, stepped on the end of the road, took another step, and turned defeat into victory."

"However, what you told me earlier was that he was defeated."

"What he owes me, I'm free, and of course I won."

Mo Qingshan sighed, "If it's gone, it's gone. There are so many unique tricks in the world, how about that generation? There will always be someone who will step out on a new path." Madam Butterfly smiled and took off the long sword from her waist. He said, "Think clearly, take over this sword, you are a famous swordsman, the rest of your life is only for yourself, and clench the sword in your hand."

Mo Qingshan took the sword and bowed, turned around and left, Madam Butterfly's voice came from behind.

"Be careful of Gu Twelve Books, his sword is very fast."

Mo Qingshan clenched the sword in his hand tighter.

on the scabbard.

A drop of bright red.

　The play mentioned in this chapter was not born in that time period, but it really fits the plot.Mainly, it perfectly hints at a past entanglement between Lao Wushan, Mrs. Butterfly and Mr. Mo, including the first chapter of the previous chapter, but in order to advance the speed of the main line, I chose to delete all these memories, explain I hope you don't feel that the two scenes that appeared suddenly are very abrupt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)