I save the world with a knife

Chapter 163 No Heart

Rong Xian's bold question made the bandit immediately turn his attention to the luthier.

The luthier suddenly reached out and raised Rong Xian's chin, the corner of his mouth still had that creepy perfect arc: "It's really rude to doubt a sincere luthier."

"But Xiaoxian has privileges with me, so I won't blame you."

He spoke in a soft tone, sincere enough to make people afraid: "I have been waiting for you for ten years, and you have finally grown up. Come back to Mokong Mountain with me."

"No, I don't want to go with an old man." Rong Xian shouted loudly.

Sand Bandit: ...Looking up at Rong Xian, it felt like it was the first time I saw such a deadly person.

He swore that when he saw the luthier's face turned dark, there was murderous look in his eyes! !
The corner of the luthier's mouth slowly curled up: "Are you so naughty?"

He flicked his sleeves, the piano sounded, and the yellow sand hit his face.

When the sand bandit pulled himself out of the sand, there was no one alive here except him.

He shook the sand off his head, and it took him a while to realize that the young master of Liuguang Tower was taken away by the luthier who was no longer allied!
Sand Bandit: Damn, something big is going to happen! !

On September [-]th, the autumn rain fell, and the grass and trees in Mokong Mountain were washed by the rain to be shiny and smooth, and they were extremely clean.

On the half of the mountain covered by the formation, the daffodils are blooming brilliantly and beautifully, which makes people fascinated.

The disease doctor is refining medicine, he sits at the door of the prescription and watches the pill furnace, fanning the fire every now and then.

"Swordsman, hey, swordsman." He called to the people by the stream.

The swordsman walked over wearing a coir raincoat and carrying a fish basket. He looked at the dark sky and felt that Mokong Mountain was really deserted.

"What's the matter?" He walked slowly to the doctor, "Do you eat fish?"

The disease doctor put down the fan, and said in a straight voice: "Eat."

Then he continued: "Tell me, a few days ago, the luthier disregarded the flower master's ban and left Mokong Mountain in a hurry, what was he doing?"

The swordsman skillfully cleaned up the fish, pierced it with a sharpened bamboo pole, and roasted the fish on the fire under the alchemy stove, then said: "What do you think the luthier went out for these few times, and who is it?" Has the ability to make the luthier lose his polite demeanor."

Doctor Ji was taken aback, quickly lowered his head and whispered: "You mean, the one from Liuguang Building?"

The swordsman whispered: "Shh - I didn't say anything."

Disease doctor: "..."

The disease doctor was about to scold this treacherous guy when suddenly a strong wind blew up in the whole Mokong Mountain. The strong wind was accompanied by the sound of whimpering and slapping leaves from the hall on the cliff, mixed with the sound of fish slapping the shore in the stream, and the circling sound between the sky and the earth. The lingering sound of the piano is like an extremely beautiful tune.

This is—the luthier is back!

The doctor and the swordsman immediately stood up and looked towards the entrance, waiting anxiously.

The luthier has been away for nearly five days, who knows what good things he has done.

Now the flower owner didn't look for him, it was the two of them who stood up here, hiding it for him, no one knew that he had left Mokong Mountain.

Ten years ago, the luthier went crazy for some reason, and started a massacre with the young master Liuguanglou in the holy mountain of burial in the north. Although the young master was protected by the Liuguanglou, he had been assassinated many times, not to mention the luthier who had been wandering outside.

During the journey from Yubei to Yuxi, he walked with the singing girl and the luthier, and he almost didn't get dragged to death.

Fortunately, the luthier had planned a long time ago and had a lot of cards in his cards, so they narrowly saved their lives and returned to Sifang City alive.

Even the singing girls cried bitterly when they returned to Sifang City.

It's not easy, it's really not easy.

The people who chased and killed them along the way can be said to be one after another, and it is too difficult to survive.

Unexpectedly, they haven't settled down yet, the Great Elder of Yudong came to the door again, saying that the luthier killed his apprentice's parents back then, kidnapped his apprentice's younger brother, and now he came to avenge the dignitary.

Fortunately, the flower master came forward to save the luthier, but he also issued a ban, and the luthier was not allowed to go down the mountain without his order.

Ten years have now passed.

Thinking about the turmoil caused by the luthier going down the mountain several times, this time the luthier just showed signs of leaving, and their hearts skipped a beat. Even if the luthier promised to come back within five days, they felt like a big stone was crushed in their hearts.

But they couldn't stop the luthier...

They could only wait quietly. If the luthier really did something wrong, they would immediately go to the flower owner to file a complaint, plead guilty and ask for punishment. They must ensure that the situation is under control.

Within a few breaths, the cyclones formed by sound waves circled continuously from far to near in the void, and each rotation was a beautiful piece of music, which can be described as a faint fairy sound.

The sound wave quickly landed on the ground and turned into the tall and handsome figure of the luthier.

The luthier stood in front of the creek, and suddenly smiled slightly. The Jiaoweiqin in his arms blocked half of his face, making those dark eyes more gentle and cold.

The man's tone was gentle and low, elegant and polite: "It's really a great honor for you two to come to welcome me."

Doctor and Swordsman: ...

The corners of the mouths of the two twitched. How long have they lived together? How come the luthier's words still make people angry.

Is it necessary to be polite like this?
What's wrong!
Of course, at this time they also slandered in their hearts, the focus was on the girl next to the luthier.

As if she noticed their gazes, Rong Xian raised her eyes and looked directly at the two of them, the corners of her mouth raised just right, like a harmless daughter of a family, her words were also very gentle and warm, like a spring breeze blowing on her face: " Down the Liuguang Tower, a natural disaster."

Two people: ...?
Two people...? ? ?
The expressions of the two people who were originally stiff changed color at the same time, and the collapse of heaven and earth is not enough to describe their mood.

The two only felt that their eyes were dark, and they wished they could pass out and go to the ball.

They knew how the luthier could be so obedient.

Look, it took less than five days to go down the mountain, and the young owner of Liuguang Building was captured.

That lunatic Mr. Gu will definitely kill him! !

The two were relieved from the shock of the collapse of the world, and even if they took out the jade brief to send a message to the flower owner, the flower owner had to be prepared in advance, and they couldn't wait for the owner to kill him, and the flower owner was still unaware. Happy to eat melon.

Then, their hands were bound by strings, and a string was wrapped around their necks.

The two of them were dripping with cold sweat and didn't dare to move.

The disease doctor stammered: "Qin, luthier, don't mess around."

The swordsman swallowed his saliva, his back was drenched with cold sweat, he managed to put on a blank expression, and said without confidence: "Lutheran, you have something to discuss."

The luthier stood under the cloud, and the shadows around his feet seemed to spread continuously, covering everything in front of him.

He held the piano and smiled gracefully: "You two, I finally found my sweetheart. Are you two trying to break us up?"

The strings tightened slightly, and blood oozed from the two of them.

The luthier stood tall, the rain became the soundtrack to his strings, and the grass and trees behind him became his minions.

He looked sideways, his smile was perfect, his eyes were as cold as an abyss, like a beast that devoured everything: "I'm just a poor infatuated lonely luthier, why do people always want to make me unhappy."

"It's really... too rude."

Strings strung the two of them into gourds and hung them on a tree in mid-air, half dead, with only one breath left.

When the luthier finished playing, Rong Xian smiled innocently and said: "Wow, Ma Wei is really scary now."

The luthier waved his hand, and Jiao Weiqin turned into a stream of light and flew into the bamboo house not far away. After he freed his hands, he looked more elegant and more dangerous.

"Don't be afraid, I won't treat you like this." The luthier said seriously, "I will never hurt you, I can find anything you want for you."

Rong Xian looked up at the doctor and the swordsman hanging in the air, and felt that the luthier's words were not convincing at all.

She thought for a while, and tentatively said, "I want to leave Yuxi."

The luthier's smile curved perfectly: "Tell me something practical."

Rong Xian: ...

This natural disaster didn't seem to have a good temper either, the stream of light flashed, and a desolate bell rang out, which could be heard for thousands of miles around Mokong Mountain.

Rong Xian and the luthier Dang even fought together, extremely brutal.

The powerful power of both sides rises, with Rong Xian as the center, the huge fireball in the void is like a sun, dispelling the cloudy clouds, emitting a scorching light, the leaves, flowers and plants in Mokong Mountain are all roasted, the leaves are withered and yellow, curled up together, withered and pitiful .

Rong Xian stood under the raging fire, with a red lotus karma floating under her feet.

Her skirt was dyed golden red under the reflection of the fire, and her gestures carried a powerful force, as if the god of fire had descended into the world, shining brilliantly.

She said coldly and arrogantly: "Let's see you and me, who is better."

When the eyes opened and closed, it seemed that there was an indomitable and decisive killing intent that exploded, making the two hanging above their heads feel that the blood was flowing backwards, and death was approaching.

The battle came so swiftly and unexpectedly.

In the Sifang City, when I was sitting in the room and listening to the scholar telling gossip about the world, the bell rang with a clang.

The flower owner was stunned, and the peanuts in his hand fell to the ground.

He seemed to be in a trance: "...Am I dreaming? Otherwise, why did I hear the bell of natural disaster in the west of the region?"

The storyteller was silent for a while, cruelly broke his fantasy, and said in a humorous tone: "Perhaps it is a natural disaster that wants to glimpse the beauty of the flower master, so it came not so far away."

The flower owner was speechless, and he had recovered.

Before he could figure out why the young landlord from the north of the region appeared in the west of the region, the flames suddenly appeared in the west of Sifang City, and even the air was distorted by the flames.

The corner of Huazhu's lips trembled: "Gu Sheng's July is on fire! That natural disaster is fighting with people."

After a while, the singing girl came to report in a hurry, the place where the accident happened was Mokong Mountain, and the two fighting parties were natural disasters and the luthier.

Flower owner: ...

The flower master clutched his chest, feeling as if he was about to suffocate.

He didn't have to think about how it happened.

A few days ago, the spies below sent a message, saying that the luthier had sneaked down the mountain.

He considered that it would be okay to let people out after ten years of imprisonment, so he turned a blind eye.

Who knew that there would be trouble at this time of going out to let the wind go.

The luthier actually brought the natural disaster! !

Can that narrow-minded woman be offended?
The massacre ten years ago is still vivid.

Thinking of the lunatic Gu behind the natural disaster, Huazhu felt heartbroken.

How much do you have to pay to get over this?

"Woooooo what to do with the singer, I feel like I'm going to lose a lot this time..."

The incompetent adult cried to his big housekeeper.

The singing girl rolled her eyes: "It's not because the leader loves the luthier too much, which makes him do so many things."

Leader Hua immediately silenced, not daring to hum any more.

He really dotes on the luthier, who makes the luthier not only interesting, but also eloquent.

He sighed, looked at the fiery half-sky in the west and said, "When the luthier finishes playing, let's go to Mokong Mountain."

You have to know what's going on with that natural disaster.

His non-reconciliation and luthier have not been saved yet.

Mo Kongshan, the battle between the luthier and Rong Xian seems extremely ferocious. You come and go to kill each other, but you don’t know that the grand fight between Rong Xian and the luthier is actually paddling. The performance of one palm is very lively.

Until the sky completely darkened, Rong Xian realized that the time was almost up, she made a mistake in her hand, and the luthier flew over in coordination with her, and a string flew out from her hand, strangling Rong Xian's lifeline.

Rong Xian's attack faltered, and she was forced to stop on the spot, not daring to move.

The shadow of the bell in the void disappeared in a flash, turning into a stream of light and falling into the hands of the luthier, and the fire in half the sky was also quickly extinguished.

He put his hand on Rong Xian's shoulder, and gracefully raised his hand to wrap around Rong Xian's hands with the slender but tough strings.

He naturally stretched out his hand to hold Rong Xian's hand, and said with a smile, "Don't be naughty again."

Then he glanced at Mokong Mountain, which was mostly destroyed, and said casually: "Xiao Xian, if you like setting fire to mountains, I'll go and bring the swordsman's Frost Cold Peak here for you to play with."

The swordsman who was buried under the ruins and desperately took pills to save his life: ...

For the past ten years, I have worked so hard to grill fish for you every day, in the wind and rain, I will follow your orders without saying a word.

In the end, you actually wanted to move my house away.

... You have no heart, luthier!
The swordsman roared heart-piercingly.

Rong Xian glanced at the strings tied to her hands, and said righteously: "Untie me, I'll go to Shuanghan Peak and set fire to it."

This is an attitude that makes no secret of wanting to escape.

The luthier smiled slightly: "Tomorrow, it's getting late now, it's time to rest."

The swordsman and the disease doctor were shocked. There is some connotation in these words.

The two almost screamed, and they were shocked.

Luthier, don't commit a crime, that girl is still a child, you can't sleep with her!
The two were too seriously injured to make a sound, and it took all their strength to forcefully take out the elixir and stuff it into their mouths.

Now I can only pray that the flower master will come sooner, and sooner, so as to prevent the luthier from going out of line.

The luthier is too damn good.

Rong Xian also seemed to realize that her situation was not good, she said with a half-smile, "Rest? I think you want to do something ulterior with me."

The luthier took her by the hand and walked towards the bamboo house, saying as he walked, "As long as you are willing, this is not a secret, but mutual affection."

His tone contained indulgence and pampering, and he said affectionately: "I have been waiting for this day for ten years."

Both the disease doctor and the swordsman were paralyzed. They didn't feel moved for half a year, but only felt that the luthier was abnormal.

Ten years ago, the little girl was only six or seven years old, and you were thinking about that at that time.

"Bah, scum!"

Don't get me wrong, it's not what the two of them said, but Rong Xian herself, and she scolded herself without ambiguity.

(End of this chapter)