I save the world with a knife

Chapter 45
The swordsman's face was icy cold, he stared at every man in black, and decided to lift the ban in five years and leave the Non-Reconciliation League, and find out these scraps one by one and crush them.

Those who were not reunited dared to move, and even injured the luthier so badly, damn it!
The useless guy, the luthier, is now considered his half-teacher, so this should be his reward.

At this time, the luthier who wanted to kill him seemed to be immersed in his memory. Seeing the girl he loved was killed, he spat out blood in heartache, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"... weedel..."

"Don't hurt her..."

"Don't hurt her..."

He looked at the woman on the ground, pleading in sorrow, as if he had let go of all his self-esteem, and even gave up resistance, wanting to use his life to change a way for the beloved girl to survive.

His miserable appearance made the swordsman turn his head slightly unbearably, and his angry eyes happened to reflect that the woman in pure white who was helping the world and saving lives was pierced through the heart by a sword. broken.The clear eyes were tightly closed, and the chest did not even rise and fall with breathing.

She can no longer see the world she loves, and the person she cares about.

The swordsman felt a great pain in his heart, and seemed to empathize with the luthier's feelings at this moment.

Opposite him, the luthier was holding the piano and covering his forehead with one hand. The originally elegant face of the assassin was full of pain and despair.

The swordsman watched in horror as the luthier went mad. The rocks and trees of Mokong Mountain were torn apart by the ubiquitous strings of the zither.

He was withdrawn from the luthier's memory, and scars were constantly added to his body under the attack of the strings.

The swordsman shouted loudly: "Luthern master, wake up quickly, didn't you say that you found the reincarnation of the weasel girl? Do you still want to see her?"

The swordsman was pierced by the strings again, his expression was distorted in pain, but he didn't care about other things, he just wanted to delay the time as much as possible and wake up this crazy person.

"Pianist, do you see who I am?"

The sword energy all over the swordsman erupted again, and a sword energy inadvertently pierced the pouch around the luthier's waist.

The luthier's face changed slightly, and he seemed to wake up for a moment.He controlled the strings to hang him in the air, picked up the purse from the ground with trembling blood-stained hands, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid that the contents of the purse would be destroyed.

It wasn't until he took out a intact daffodil carved from warm jade that he heaved a sigh of relief, and his whole figure seemed to be calmed down.

He held the daffodils carefully in his hands, and the heart-piercing pain made the moonlight cold.

In Mokong Mountain, the memory picture unfolded again.

The swordsman endured the pain of being hung in the air by the strings, and saw that the luthier happened to pass through the wild forest ten years ago when he was traveling. There was a Longevity Valley a hundred miles away from the forest, and there was a long river leading to the outside world in the valley.

There is a stone bridge over the river, and behind the stone bridge is a quiet path paved with bluestones, leading to a small courtyard surrounded by various medicinal herbs.

The courtyard is lit all year round, making it warm and quiet.

There is a gentle girl in it. She told the passing luthier who came here by chance that she wanted to visit every place in the mainland, save every person in need, and see every scenery.

She is beautiful and soft, but occasionally naughty.

I like to catch crabs in the river and quietly put them on the luthier's piano. I am very happy to see his helpless expression...

She likes to listen to the pianist playing the piano, and she will smile and bend her eyebrows every time she hears it...

She likes to play with medicinal herbs, and each plant will be less sad, because she said that one more medicinal herb will lead to one less suffering person in the world.

She is weak and soft, with a pure and kind heart.

She is delicate and afraid of pain, stubborn and firm.

The gloomy depression between the luthier's brows disappeared, and became cheerful and gentle. There was a faint affection between them that could not be ignored.

The luthier followed her from Manghuang to the six counties and nineteen continents in the north of the region, and then from the endless ice sea to the ten capitals in the east of the region. Weili finally went to the Five Palaces in the South of the Territory, and listened to the world's most decadent music.

The luthier watched her work tirelessly all the way to save people, and watched her try the medicine on her body until she was sweating profusely and could not utter a word...

The luthier once said that he must take her back to Sifang City, take good care of her...protect her.

The luthier also said that he was willing to switch to medicine, just to help her and make her feel more relaxed...

But it's too late...

too late...

"I'll never see her again, and she won't hear the piano I play..."

"No one calls me A Yin anymore..."

The luthier muttered to himself, dripping down the red blood from the hand holding the strings.

The corners of the swordsman's mouth twitched, and there seemed to be hazy water in his eyes, and his emotions were still immersed in the luthier's memory.

Just when he was about to speak, he saw the luthier suddenly raised his head, his empty eyes fell on him, and the madness made his scalp tingle.

At the same time, several strings protruded from the shadow, and the cold white light dazzled the swordsman's eyes.As soon as his body hurt, his limbs and shoulders were pierced by the strings, and he could only dance with the movements of the luthier like a marionette.

The luthier soon got tired of it, he turned around and walked in a certain direction, with a slight movement of his right index finger, a string of the qin flew straight towards the swordsman's eyebrows.

The swordsman closed his eyes subconsciously, despairing in his heart.

My life is over!

He didn't expect that he didn't die when he was fighting for the lord, nor did he die at the hands of the enemy, nor did he die because of a breakthrough...

Instead, he died absurdly because his companion went crazy.

This is ridiculous.

But wait, why doesn't it hurt?

The swordsman tentatively opened his eyes, and saw the man standing in front of him holding the strings.

He burst into tears with excitement: "...Master, you are finally here." I almost lost sight of you.

His voice was hoarse, and the joy of the rest of his life swept through his heart.

The flower master, dressed in brocade and jade robes, raised his hand to rescue the swordsman from under the strings.He looked at the flustered luthier, and said with a melodious smile, "Tsk tsk tsk, I thought this kid had really become perfect."

"Isn't this crazy." He joked without malice.

There are also quite a few people who often go crazy in the Non-Reconciliation League, and the luthier's madness is consistent with their style of painting.

The out-of-fit swordsman leaned against the stone beside him, his ears were buzzing, he took a hard breath, and said quickly: "Master Hua, the luthier suddenly went crazy for some reason, and he regards me as the enemy who killed his sweetheart."

This is completely unheard of the self-exposure of his leader just now.

"It should be the inner demon." The flower master said, the strings trembled behind him.

He looked sideways, and the luthier who was attacked by him swiped his fingertips on the Jiaowei Qin, and the sharp sound of the piano sounded.

The flower master's expression remained unchanged, and he took a bodhi seed from his wrist and threw it on the luthier's head.The bright golden light enveloped the luthier, and the sound of pious and sincere scriptures sounded.

The luthier paused and froze in place.His eyes were empty, and the despair and silence around him was gradually disappearing.

　Swordsman: People do things!The CP I was drinking was actually BE.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)