Anthology of Gu Long: The Prodigal Son of Border Town

Chapter 7
On the wall on the left side of the hall, there are paintings of thousands of galloping horses, some neighing, some flying their manes and raising their hooves.

On the other side of the whitewashed wall, there are only three big characters taller than a person, dripping with ink, flamboyant and flying.

"Wanmatang".

In the center of the hall, there is only a long white wooden table, which looks like a street, and can accommodate people to gallop on the table.

On both sides of the table, there are at least three hundred white wooden chairs.

If you have never been to Wanma Hall, you will never imagine such a long table and such a large hall in the world!
There are neither exquisite furnishings nor gorgeous decorations in the hall, but it looks indescribably solemn, solemn, noble, and broad.

No matter who comes here, the mood will involuntarily feel serious and heavy.

At the end of the long table, a man in white sat on a large chair.

No one could see clearly what kind of person he was, but he was sitting there upright.

Even when there is no one else in the room, he still sits well. Although there is a backrest behind the chair, his waist is still straight.

He sat there alone, so far away from everyone.

It is so far away from everything in the world of mortals.

Although Ye Kai couldn't see his face and expression, he could already see his loneliness and loneliness.

He seems to have completely cut himself off from the world of mortals, with no joy, no enjoyment, no friends.

Is this the price a hero must pay?

Now he seems to be thinking, but he doesn't know if he is recalling the hardships of the past?Still lamenting the loneliness and sorrow of life?

With so many people coming in, he didn't seem to hear or see them at all.

This is the owner of Kanto Wanmatang!
Although he has succeeded in hundreds of battles now, he cannot overcome the conflicts and contradictions in his heart.

So even though he has everything, he still can't get his own peace and tranquility!

Yun Zaitian walked over with big strides, although his steps were big, but he walked very lightly, walked to his side lightly, bent down, and said a few words softly.

It seemed that he suddenly woke up from a dream, and immediately stood up, clasped his fists and said: "Everyone, please sit down."

Murong Mingzhu touched the hilt of the sword, and walked over first.

Gongsun Duan turned his body again, blocking his way.

Murong Mingzhu's complexion changed slightly, and she said in a deep voice: "What do you want to teach, Your Excellency?"

Gongsun Duan didn't say anything, just stared at the sword hanging from his waist.

Murong Mingzhu changed color and said: "Do you want me to untie this sword?"

Gongsun Duan nodded slowly and coldly, and said word by word: "No one can bring a sword into Wanmatang!"

Murong Mingzhu's face was blue and white, beads of sweat had begun to emerge from his pale and straight nose, and the veins in the hand holding the sword had burst out one by one.

Gongsun Duan still stood there coldly, looking at him coldly, like a mountain.

Murong Mingzhu's hand has already started to tremble, and it seems that she can't help but draw out her sword.

At this moment, a dry and stable hand suddenly reached out and gently pressed his hand.

Murong Mingzhu suddenly turned around, and saw Ye Kai's face that seemed to always be smiling.

Ye Kai smiled and said leisurely: "Does your excellency have to hold a sword in his hand before he has the courage to enter Wanmatang?"

With the sound of "Dang", the sword was already on the table.

A sky lantern slowly rises on a ten-foot-high flagpole.

On the snow-white lantern, there are five bright red characters: "Kandong Wanmatang".

The purple shirt boys leaned against the fence, raised their heads, and watched the lantern go up.

Some people couldn't help but sneer: "Kandong Wanmatang, hum, what a grandeur!"

Only one person said indifferently: "This is not style, it's just a signal."

There was no one under the flagpole, but at some point, this person suddenly stood under the flagpole, dressed in white clothes like snow.

His voice was slow, and his manner was serene and composed.

He didn't have a sword on him.

But he is one of the most famous swordsmen in the arena. "One Sword Flying Flowers" is full of flowers.

The purple shirt boy obviously didn't know who he was, and someone asked again: "Signal, what signal?"

Hua Mantian said slowly: "This lamp is just to tell the passing heroes that there is an important matter to be discussed in Wanma Hall at the moment, except for the guests invited by the master of Wanma Hall, no matter what other people have It's best to wait until tomorrow."

Suddenly someone sneered again: "What if someone must come tonight?"

Hua Mantian looked at him quietly, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword hanging from his waist.

The distance between them was far away, but as soon as Hua Mantian stretched out his hand, he drew out his sword, and with a flick of his hand, the long sword of hundred-refined steel was suddenly broken into seven or eight pieces.

The boy's eyes froze and he could no longer speak.

Hua Mantian gently inserted the remaining small piece of sword back into his scabbard, and said calmly: "It's very windy and sandy outside, and there are wine and food in the side hall over there, why don't you all come over and have a drink or two?"

Without waiting for others to speak, he turned around slowly and walked back.

The purple-shirted boys looked at each other, everyone's hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, but no one dared to pull it out.

At this moment, they suddenly heard someone behind them say slowly: "Swords are not for decoration. Those who don't know how to use swords should not wear swords."

It was a harsh sentence, but he said it with sincerity.

Because he didn't want to make trouble, he was just trying to persuade these young people with good words.

The faces of the boys in purple shirts all changed. When they turned around, they saw him walking slowly from the darkness.

He walked very slowly, his left foot took a step first, and his right foot followed slowly from the ground.

Everyone suddenly turned their heads to look at the boy who broke the sword first, and someone asked, "Is this the cripple you met last night?"

The young man's face was livid, he gritted his teeth, stared at Fu Hongxue, and suddenly asked, "Is this knife of yours a decoration?"

Fu Hongxue said, "No."

The young man sneered, "So, you know how to use a knife?"

Fu Hongxue lowered his eyes, looking at his hand holding the knife.

The young man said: "If you know how to use a knife, why don't you show us how to use it?"

Fu Hongxue said, "It's not for looking at knives."

The young man said: "I didn't watch it, could it be a murderer? How can you kill someone just because of you?"

He laughed suddenly, and continued: "If you really have the guts to kill me, it will be considered that you are really capable."

The purple-shirted boys laughed together, and someone else laughed and said: "If you don't have the guts, you can never go in through the gate, so please climb in from under the railing."

They held hands and actually blocked the door.

Fu Hongxue still lowered his head, looking at his hand holding the knife. After a long time, he really bent down and slowly got into the railing beside the gate.

The purple-shirted youths laughed wildly, as if they had completely forgotten the shame of breaking the sword just now.

Fu Hongxue didn't seem to hear their laughter at all.

He still had no expression on his face, and slowly got through the fence, dragging his heavy steps, and walked forward step by step.

The clothes on his body were soaked again at some point.

The purple-shirted boy's laughter suddenly stopped together—it was unknown who saw the footprints on the ground first, and then no one could laugh.

Because everyone has discovered that every time he takes a step, he leaves a deep footprint on the ground.

Like footprints carved out by a knife.

He had obviously exhausted every ounce of strength in his body to restrain the excitement and anger in his heart.

He wasn't one to take insults, but for some reason, he had to.

What is he for?
Hua Mantian stood far away under the eaves, with a strange expression on his face, as if a little surprised, but also a little scared.

This is the look on a man's face when he sees a hungry wolf walk into his house.

What he was looking at now was Fu Hongxue!

The sword is on the table.

Everyone has already sat down, sitting at the end of the long table, on both sides of Hall Master Wanma.

Hall Master Wanma was still upright, sitting upright, with his hands flat on the table.

In fact, these hands can no longer be regarded as a pair of hands, and only one thumb is left on his left hand.

There is not even a trace of the rest of the fingers - the knife almost cut off his palm.

But he still put these hands on the table and did not hide them.

Because this is not a shame, but an honor.

This is the glorious trace of his battles!
Every wrinkle on his face seems to be depicting the dangers and hardships he has experienced in his life, as if he is telling others that no matter what happens, he will never be knocked down!
Don't even think about making him bend over!

But his pair of pupils are peaceful, without any threatening edge.

Is it because of the long series of hard years that have worn away his edge?

Or is it because he has already learned to hide his edge in front of others?
Now, he is staring at Ye Kai.

His eyes stayed in front of everyone for a long time, and finally he stared at Ye Kai.

He uses his eyes far more than he uses his tongue.

Because he also knows that seeing more can increase people's wisdom, but talking more can only increase people's disasters.

Ye Kai smiled.

Hall Master Wanma also smiled suddenly, and said: "Your Excellency, you never carry a sword with you?"

Ye Kai said: "Because I don't need it."

Master Wanma nodded slowly, and said, "That's right, true courage doesn't come from swords!"

Murong Mingzhu sneered suddenly, and said: "If a person does not carry a sword, it does not prove that he has courage!"

Hall Master Wanma smiled again, and said calmly: "Courage is a strange thing. Not only can you not see it, you can't feel it, and you have no way to prove it, so..."

He fixed his eyes on Ye Kai, and slowly continued: "A truly courageous person sometimes looks like a coward in the eyes of others."

Ye Kai clapped his hands and said, "It makes sense... I know such a person."

Hall Master Wanma asked immediately, "Who is this person?"

Ye Kai didn't answer, just smiled, looking at a person who just came out from behind the screen.

He smiled mysteriously and strangely.

Hall Master Wan Ma followed his gaze and immediately saw Fu Hongxue.

Fu Hongxue's face looked even paler under the light, so pale that it was almost transparent.

But his eyes are pitch black, just like this boundless night, and he doesn't know how many dangers and secrets are hidden.

The scabbard is also pitch black, without carvings or decorations.

He held the knife tightly, and slowly turned around the screen, before the sweat on the tip of his nose dried out, he saw Gongsun Duan standing in front of him like a mountain.

Gongsun Duanzheng stared at the saber in his hand.

Fu Hongxue was also looking at the knife in his hand. Except for this knife, he seemed to have never looked at anyone or anything more than once.

Gongsun Duan said solemnly: "No one can bring a sword into Wanmatang, and no one can bring a knife!"

Fu Hongxue was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "No one?"

Gongsun concluded: "No."

Fu Hongxue nodded slowly, his gaze shifted from the knife in his own hand to the machete slanted on Gongsun Duan's belt, and he said calmly, "What about you? Are you not human?"

Gongsun Duan's expression changed.

Murong Mingzhu laughed suddenly, turned her head up and smiled and said: "Okay, good question!"

Gongsun Duan held the golden cup, the wine in the cup gradually overflowed, and flowed on his dark and hard palm.The golden cup has been crushed by his iron palm.

Suddenly, the golden cup flew up, and the silver light flashed.

The distorted gold cup, "Ding, Ding, Ding", fell under his feet, and the wine glass was cut into three pieces by the knife.The scimitar still gleamed like bright silver.

Murong Mingzhu's laughter seemed to be cut off by this knife.In the huge hall, there was a dead silence.

Gongsun Duantie stroked the blade lightly with his palm, stared at Fu Hongxue, and said word by word: "If you have such a knife, you can also bring it in."

Fu Hongxue said, "I haven't."

Gongsun Duan sneered, "What kind of knife is this?"

Fu Hongxue said, "I don't know—I only know that this knife is not for cutting wine glasses."

He had to raise his head to see Gongsun Duan's rough and resolute face carved out of rock.

Now he has raised his head, glanced at it, and then turned around with only one glance. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain. He took a step forward with his left foot, and slowly dragged his right heel.

Gongsun Duan suddenly shouted: "You want to go?"

Fu Hongxue didn't turn her head back, and said flatly, "I didn't come to see someone chop wine glasses either."

Gongsun Duan said sharply: "Since you are here, you must leave your sword; if you want to leave, you must leave your knife before you can leave!"

Fu Hongxue stopped in his tracks. Under his still wet clothes, muscles suddenly bulged.

After a long time, he asked slowly: "Who said this?"

Gongsun said: "This is my knife!"

Fu Hongxue said, "My knife says something different."

Gongsun Duanyi's muscles were also tense, he said sharply: "What is it talking about?"

Fu Hongxue said word by word: "Where there is a knife, there will be someone, and there will be someone with a knife."

Gongsun said: "So what if I must keep your knife?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Where the knife is, so is the man!"

Gongsun Duan shouted: "Okay, very good!"

While drinking, the light of the saber flew out like a silver rainbow, sharply slashing Fu Hongxue's hand holding the saber.

Fu Hongxue's men didn't turn around, their knives didn't come out of their sheaths, and their hands didn't move.

Seeing that the knife was about to cut off his wrist, he suddenly heard someone yelling: "Stop!"

The knife's light immediately stopped abruptly, and the blade's edge was less than five inches away from Fu Hongxue's wrist.His hand was still as steady as a rock, motionless.

Gongsun Duan stared at his hands, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, rolling down like soybeans.

When his knife is thrown, there is only one person in the world who can tell him to stop.

(End of this chapter)