The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 47 Incomplete
  During this time, Fenghua liked to miss the past.

After she struggled to clear away the memories implanted by Lu Qi, her past that truly belonged to her surfaced and revealed a clear face.

Fenghua had a happy childhood.

She is the youngest sister in the family, so she naturally gets all the favors. She is not arrogant about being favored. On the contrary, she is very kind.

The kindness of the poor is often ridiculed as stupidity, but the kindness of the rich daughter is easily respected by everyone. She just followed her mother every month to burn incense and worship Buddha, and adopted some cats and dogs, and she gained the reputation of a little Bodhisattva in the local area.

Fenghua had no special feelings about this. She felt that the world was as warm as water, and her neighbors were all as kind and gentle as she was.

Her family was a Nuo opera performer, which was originally very unpopular, but when it was passed down to her great-grandfather, it was suddenly promoted.

Just because her great grandfather discovered a brand new dance method.

This dance method is extremely vivid. It requires lighting a pot of fire first. When the gongs and drums sound, the dancers in French skirts and masks perform around the fire. The dead ghosts and gods come to life in them, singing, dancing, and jumping around. The audience is like When you see it, everyone will be amazed.

Grandpa Zeng became famous and performed everywhere. Even the monks from the Immortal Mountain often came to watch and praised him greatly, saying that he was a troupe set up by King Yama himself.

After that, the family settled in the rich Lutai country.

This year, her grandfather was invited by the Emperor of Lutai to perform his newly created Nuo opera at the April ceremony for the palace nobles and tens of thousands of people.

During those days, the whole family was rehearsing intensively.

Feng Hua is beautiful and talented. No matter how complicated the dance is, she can learn it with style as long as she watches it once.

Her family has placed high hopes on her since she was a child, and her grandfather hopes that she can carry forward her dancing skills and jump from the human dynasty to the fairy mountain.

But Fenghua doesn't like dancing.

Whenever the gongs and drums sounded and she danced with ghost faces, she always felt like something was staring at her in the darkness.

She couldn't tell what it was, she just felt like a fish in the water, separated from the world by a layer of colorful oil.

She asked her father about the origin of this dance.

Her father told her the story passed down from generation to generation.

That day, Grandpa Zeng went home from the market. In order to make time, he took a shortcut in the forest.

The forest went deeper and deeper, as if there was no end. Laojun became dark. His strength quickly ran out, and he had to find an open space to sleep. In the middle of the night, he woke up to a noise and found a group of spirits gathered around him.

My father imitated Grandpa Zeng’s accent and recited that passage, even the horror and fear were perfectly imitated:
  "I saw rats as big as humans, goats with jet-black hair, tigers wearing cassocks, rabbits full of human teeth... there were many more, I can't remember them all, they were dancing around me, It was a sacrificial dance, as if they were offering me as a sacrifice to someone.”

Feng Hua had never heard such a weird story before and asked nervously: "What happened next?"

"Later I woke up, my body was as exhausted as falling apart. Last night's experience was like a dream. I'm not sure if it was real. The only thing I knew was that there was an extra book beside me."

As his father said this, he touched the dark layer under the bed and took out a book.

There are two words written on the cover of the book: clog song.

This is a music score, which records a piece of music. When her father played it, Fenghua danced unconsciously, and her posture was more graceful than the best dancer in the palace.

After her father told her the secret of "Clog Song", he valued her even more. In order for her to concentrate on dancing, he even bought her a separate courtyard.

That's a nice yard.

The green tiles are covered with scales, the cornices are spread, the cloister is spacious enough for horse racing, and the green bricks for the floor are large and flat. I don’t know how many processes have gone through. When it rains and water flows through, the dark blue brick surface will shine like emerald.

There are also several snow-green trees planted in the courtyard.

It is a unique tree species on the Fairy Mountain. The people in the palace bought some branches with a lot of money, and invited many masters to plant them in the world. It only blooms in the snow, and the petals are layered and luxuriant like clouds. When the wind blows, they bloom. The scent can be smelled all over the street.

Before the tragedy happened, she thought everything was just normal.

It got dark very early that day in Laojun, and there was snow on the ground, making it difficult for cars and horses to move.

Shortly after Laojun was put out, the red lantern hanging in the house suddenly went out, and the killer in black entered over the wall and started killing people.

Their martial arts are very high and their knives are sharp. All mortals are driven by them like a flock of sheep, and no one is spared.

When Feng Hua heard the noise, the yard was already in chaos.

Familiar people fell in the snow one by one, some were still twitching, and some were dead. The white snow became messy and dirty, and the cold wind was filled with the stench of blood.

My father and a group of people were resisting.

Their way of resisting is to dance - wearing masks, beating gongs and drums, and dancing in front of the killer's blade.

This scene was extremely funny, but somehow, after they danced, the killer's blade couldn't hit them.

In the darkness above, something descended. It hummed a melodious song, played thousands of musical instruments, and used its unimaginable feet to tread on the ground paved with strings to create a melody that captivated all living beings.

The killers danced along, their postures jumbled, and their heads were cut off with the knives in their hands, but they didn't even notice.

Feng Hua never thought that her own dance could have such magic power.

She couldn't help but dance along.

On the corpses of her relatives, among the dirty blood on the snow, her posture was nimble, like an antelope running across the stream.

At a certain moment, the music suddenly became sharp.

The father and the dancers stopped. They all raised their heads, looked at the dark sky, and began to scream uncontrollably.

"Wu Lao... there is something eating Wu Lao, let's send Wu Lao away quickly, don't let her eat her~"

'Wu Lao? The thing that has been staring at her in the dark turns out to be Wu Lao? '

Feng Hua felt Wu Mu's pain. It was like a sheep whose neck was bitten by a wolf, twitching its invisible body and letting out a desperate and melodious moan.

The father beat the gongs and drums desperately, trying to continue the Nuo show, but a new batch of killers rushed in and killed all the dancers.

Grandpa knew that the situation was over, so he offered gold, silver and jewelry and knelt down to pray for life.

The leader was wrapped in a black robe and sounded like a woman.

She asked her grandfather if he knew his crime. He had been cared for since he was a child, and the old man who had never done any heavy work was trampled on the ground with corpses and blood. He was so scared that he urinated and feces. He admitted the mistakes he had made one by one, but the woman Just shake his head.

When the old man couldn't think of what else he had done, the woman let out a chilling sigh.

She took off her black hood, revealing a face that confounded all sentient beings.

The woman told her grandfather about the past a hundred years ago.

My grandfather, who was in his early 100s, cried and said that at that time he was still a baby in swaddling clothes and knew nothing.

The woman said that she could remember everything. She even called her grandpa, little master. However, at that time, grandpa only knew how to cry and did not understand such a title.

The woman took away the gold, silver and jewelry, and also took away the grandfather's life.

When Fenghua came to her senses, the killing had stopped and the ground was covered with corpses.

The woman came towards her.

The fear that had been accumulated for a long time broke through the heart at this moment, and the young girl knelt down in front of this disaster of destruction, her body became weak and trembled.

A lame yellow dog rushed out from the corner, blocked the front, and barked at Lu Qi.

This is the dog she bought. Before she bought it back, it was watching its companions being slaughtered in an iron cage at the dog market. It clamped its tail and shivered in fear.

After it was bought back, it became very dear to her. It rubbed around Fenghua's feet every day. Others said it had a sinister look on its face, like a sycophant trying to please its owner.

Its loyalty turns out to be real.

The woman pulled out a knife and threw it to her.

What a beautiful knife, with an arc like the moon and a thin and bright blade. Ordinary craftsmen would never be able to create such a masterpiece in their lifetime.

"Kill it or I'll dig out your eyes," the woman said.

Feng Hua was stunned.

In shock, two people clamped down on her shoulders, grabbed her hair and raised her head, the tip of the knife almost touching her eyes.

Feng Hua looked at the knife blankly, tears bursting from her eyes. As if she was being manipulated, she grabbed the knife on the ground and stabbed the yellow dog.

The blade cut into its other leg, and the dog screamed and ran away. It turned back and looked at its little master in shock, making a whining sound from its throat.

Feng Hua knelt on the ground, crying and waving to the yellow dog: "Chai Huo, come here."

The yellow dog was extremely frightened, but when her owner called her name, she still dragged her legs towards her.

Feng Hua held the knife tremblingly and stabbed it in the neck, but the knife missed again. The yellow dog screamed and ran away again. Feng Hua barked twice more, but the dog was still obedient and limping. Walking over, it lowered its body, tears flashing in its timid pupils.

Feng Hua looked at the corpses on the ground and listened to the yellow dog's whimpering, and something seemed to be broken in her heart.

She howled loudly and could no longer bear to stab the loyal yellow dog with the knife, but turned it towards her heart.

Suicide is not easy.

The woman kicked her in the wrist.

The knife flew out of her hand and was caught by the woman accurately. She held the knife in her secret hand and stabbed fiercely. The knife cut into Feng Hua's thigh. The woman admired her heart-rending screams and took off her cloak, revealing her snow-white skirt and face.

It was a face of exquisite beauty, but at that time, Feng Hua only felt that she had witnessed a devil.

"My name is Lu Qi," the woman said.

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When Laojun turned on, the blood had solidified, and the corpses of people and dogs lay scattered in the yard, causing screams from the passing neighbors.

This massacre caused a sensation, but was ultimately characterized as a bandit act and ended hastily.

Feng Hua, who had broken her leg, was taken back to Jiu Miao Palace by Lu Qi. Lu Qi said to her: "Although I got my revenge, I'm not as happy as I imagined. Just stay with me and watch you dance in front of me every day." Jumping around, it must be very enjoyable. It was dark last night, so I didn’t take a closer look at your face. It’s such a beautiful face, and it will definitely be even more beautiful when you grow up.”

In this way, Feng Hua stayed by her side. After enduring a full year of torture, Lu Qi erased her memory and made her her personal disciple, teaching the killer's martial arts.

But that's boring.

She likes to feel the despair and hatred of her enemies, but loyal surrender makes her lose interest.

Lu Qi looks forward to the day when Feng Hua's memory awakens.

Feng Hua's training was very hard. She was missing a leg, so her training was many times harder than ordinary people. Regarding the killing part, Lu Qi didn't teach her much. She only taught her some of the simplest knife skills, and let her do the rest. Feel it yourself.

"When I was nine years old, I took on my first mission, which was to assassinate a young elder of Hua Zong." Feng Hua said.

"Why kill him?" Su Zhen asked.

"The killer is only responsible for killing people and not caring about anything else." Feng Hua said.

It was a celebration party.

Feng Hua disguised herself as a musical girl and blended in, playing the flute and flute together with the other women to provide the soundtrack for the dance.

Her outstanding appearance was noticed by the elder. The elder said that she was a good dancer due to her slim waist and asked her to perform a dance for everyone alone.

Fenghua couldn't take it off, so Yingying came to the stage and danced with the silk and bamboo.

Although she used prosthetics to disguise herself and had a long skirt to cover her up, she still felt guilty. She was afraid that people would see the flaw, so she put one foot on the ground and danced a whirlwind dance with her skirt flying around.

Killers are omnipotent and can play music, chess, song and dance, but they are different from brothel girls. They seduce the soul, while she seduces the life.

Fenghua is good at using her feet, and her dancing skills amaze everyone.

The elder clapped his hands and applauded, "What a pretty little girl. She has such a stunning figure when she is less than ten years old. How can she be grown up? How can this short dance show off the charm of a little girl? Keep going, keep going!"

Fenghua continued dancing.

After another dance, the guests' eyes were fascinated, and the elder was not satisfied, shouting: "Continue, continue!"

Fenghua continued to dance.

She danced so hard that she was dripping with sweat, her toes were bleeding, and her shins were numb, but she didn't dare to drop her other foot, for fear that others would notice the clues.

In fact, after thinking about it afterwards, both the host and the guest were drunk and drunk, so they had no intention of looking at these details. Her persistence made it easy to make people suspicious.

The elder asked her to continue, but someone else said: "Dancing alone is not enough fun. The elder's poems are famous all over the world, why not compose a poem to comfort the good night?"

Seeing this, Feng Hua danced in front of him, picked up the wine flask, poured wine and grinded ink for him.

It was hard to resist the warm hospitality. The elder thought for a while and then began to write a poem:
  "When I was poor and humble, I was young, and drank ice in the hungry and cold days. In my dream, there was singing and dancing, and intoxicating beauties appeared."

"How can these four sentences be enough?" Feng Hua said.

"A hundred years old is as long as one's eyelashes, and the vicissitudes of life have changed many times. On the road to the countryside, I know my old friends, and I realize the wonders of the world." The elder chanted four more sentences.

"Is there any more?" Feng Hua asked.

"Prosperity is all in vain, joys and sorrows are shared in wine, uh, um..."

"Is there more? Is there more?" Feng Hua kept asking.

"Prosperity is all gone, we drink together the joys and sorrows, look back on where we came from, and make new choices in life."

The elder chanted the last sentence with all his strength. He did not dare to face the girl's questioning again, and just sighed: "If my daughter had not been beaten to death, she would have been as big and graceful as this."

Feng Hua was silent and poured out the last drop of wine.

The man shouted "Good poetry, good dancing", drank heavily and became drunk. The wine glass fell to the ground, and the clanging sound was drowned in the din.

If he could wake up, recalling yesterday would be a perfect celebration party.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. When he was extremely drunk, Feng Hua sneaked into his bedroom and stabbed the knife into his body.

A monk will still guard against danger while sleeping, but Fenghua's knife is too fast, and his sharpness corroded by alcohol is as clumsy as a child in front of such a knife.

The corpse was pushed off the cliff and fell to pieces.

"This is my first time to kill someone." Feng Hua said softly.

"I was very happy when I killed someone for the first time. I thought I couldn't do it, but I did it. He thought he was nice to me and I would be grateful. In fact, I didn't care at all. When he was reading poems, I was focused on Thinking about how to kill him." Feng Hua talked more and more.

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes again. The night when her family was exterminated replayed in her mind. She recalled her incomplete life and sighed softly:
  "If her daughter is still alive, she will definitely swear revenge on me."

Something fell into the stream, and the fish thought it was coming to eat, so they swarmed up and pecked at it.

This is a flower seal that Su Zhen has never seen before.

Joy, sorrow, confusion, stubbornness...these emotions that she usually scorned bloomed on her beautiful face. She cried so hard that the pear blossoms were raining down, and smiled so sadly and movingly.

Su Zhen guessed what happened.

The truth stuck in his heart like a fish bone. He finally couldn't hold it back and spoke out:
  "The curse's working, isn't it?"

Fenghua was silent for a long time.

Tears dried on her cheeks, and all the previous emotions disappeared, as if they had never been there.

"Is it so obvious?" Fenghua said to herself.

"Can I take a look?" Su Zhen asked softly.

Fenghua didn't shy away from it, folding her lower skirt in circles until her thighs were exposed.

Her left leg is snow-white but not delicate. It has a strong sense of strength. The muscles will undulate when she walks. It is uniquely beautiful. But now, there is a very discordant brown color on this thigh.

This brown color looks like a sore, but what you see through it is not flesh and blood, but... a mess?
  "This is……"

"After coming to the old craftsman's house, the first craftsman you see will determine what kind of person you will become." Feng Hua said.

"Did you meet other people before you met the black ape?"

Su Zhen faintly smelled a hint of conspiracy.

"Yes. Do you remember that when you woke up, you had a piece of cloth covering your eyes, but I didn't."

Feng Hua recalled slowly and said: "The black monkey said that you will be made into a witch sword, and I will be made into an exact replica. On the day when the sword is made, I will slay with you to test my edge. But this It’s not true. Before meeting the black monkey, they took me to see a strange craftsman alone. I’m afraid, from beginning to end, they had no intention of turning me into an iron tool.”

"Strange craftsman?"

Su Zhen didn't understand the meaning of the craftsmen lying to them, and it seemed that this strange craftsman was also a tailor?

Grandma Miao's old voice came from the cave: "What does that craftsman look like?"

She kept listening.

Feng Hua told the truth: "I can't remember his appearance. I only remember that in addition to his two hands, he also had three pairs of arms on his back, as if he was made of wood."

"Neither fish nor fowl, there is no such person among tailors." Grandma Miao's mother said coldly.

Feng Hua frowned slightly.

Grandma Miao's mother added: "Perhaps you are from a younger generation. Among tailors, there are not many tailors with eccentric temperaments like Xu Yan, but they are not few. By the way, don't you want to know why they brought you to meet other craftsmen? ? Few people outside know this, but it’s not a big secret in the old craftsman’s office, so there’s no harm in telling you.”

Su Zhen and Feng Hua immediately focused their attention.

"Tai Wu's body is a rare treasure. The weapons he makes are extremely powerful, but also extremely barbaric. They cannot be suppressed by ordinary objects. If the user is slightly careless, he will hurt himself first before hurting others. If the weapon made is Hexagram plates, bells, wishful thinking, gongs and drums are fine, but if you are making sharp weapons such as axes, axes, swords, etc., you must have a 'sheath'."

Grandma Miao's mother said slowly: "The sheath is also very delicate to make. A sheath made from ordinary materials is of no use. It must be a sheath made by a close friend of flesh and blood, in order to suppress the ferocious nature of Taiwu's body. So. , once the precious Taisha body is found, his relatives and friends will suffer innocently."

Su Zhen and Feng Hua looked at each other.

Su Zhen suddenly realized that Lu Qi wanted to use Feng Hua to suppress his ferocious nature as a Taisha body. However, he and Feng Hua were not blood relatives, and they had not known each other for a long time. How...

Could it be said that before entering the old craftsman's institute, Lu Qi had already expected that the two of them would become very good friends?

Wait, since we are making a scabbard, what is the purpose of asking Feng Hua to meet the tailor? Shouldn't we see the carpenter?
  When questions came pouring in, he found Feng Hua looking at him, her eyes colder than usual.

"If this was Lu Qi's wishful thinking, then she got it wrong."

Feng Hua said coldly: "A killer's emotions are wiped out by a knife, and he is the most ruthless and unjust. I treat you like this, and I treat everyone like this."

(End of this chapter)