Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 3 Tianya Rose
The flowers are not withered, the moon is not missing, where does the bright moon shine?
There are roses in the sky.

Was Yan Nanfei really drunk?

He has sat down, beside the flowers, among the beauties, before the golden cup.

Amber wine, bright rose.

With the rose in his hands, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the wine is even more intoxicating.

He has fallen drunk beside the lap of the beauty and in front of the amber bottle.

The beauty is also intoxicating, with a yellow oriole-like laughter and a bright red smiling face.

His people are still young.

Young and handsome, young and rich, fragrant flowers and wine, beautiful women like jade, what a happy moment, what a happy life?
But why did he come to this dead town to enjoy it?

Could it be that he came here for Fu Hongxue?
He didn't even glance at Fu Hongxue, as if he didn't feel that there was such a person as Fu Hongxue in this place.

Fu Hongxue didn't seem to feel their existence either.

There are no flowers, no beauties, no wine before him, but it seems that an invisible wall separates his people from their joy.

He has long been shut out from joy.

More drums and more sounds, it is already the second watch!
Their wine is stronger and their joy is stronger, as if they have completely forgotten the sorrows, troubles and pains in the world.

There was still wine in the cup, roses were still in hand, a beauty held his hand and asked, "Why do you like roses?"

"Because roses have thorns."

"You like pricks?"

"I like to stab people, to stab people's hands, to stab people's hearts."

The beauty's hand was stung, and her heart was also stung. She frowned and shook her head: "That's not a good reason, I don't like to hear it."

"What do you like to hear?" Yan Nanfei was laughing, "Shall I tell you a story?"

"of course yes."

"It is said that long, long ago, when the first rose bloomed in a place far, far away, there was a beautiful nightingale who threw herself into a pool from a flower branch and died because of her love for it."

"This story is so beautiful!" The beauty's eyes were red, "It's a pity that it's too sad."

"You're wrong." Yan Nanfei smiled more cheerfully, "Death is not a sad thing, as long as it's a glorious and beautiful death, what's the matter?"

The beauty looked at Qiangwei in his hand, Qiangwei seemed to be smiling too.

She stared at it obsessively for a long time, then suddenly said softly:

"This morning, I also want to pick some roses for you.

"It took me a long time to tie it in my belt.

"But the belt is loose, and I can't even tie the flowers!

"Flowers fall and scatter, drift into the wind, and fall into the water.

"The river flows eastward, and those roses also go with the water, and once gone, they will never return.

"The spray of the river turned bright red, but there was only a lingering fragrance left in my sleeve."

Her words are beautiful, like songs.

She raised her sleeve: "You smell it, I must ask you to smell it, as our last memory."

Yan Nanfei looked at her sleeves and gently took her hand.

At this moment, the more drums sounded again!

It's the third watch!
"The road to the end of the world, if you haven't returned to people, it's three o'clock in the night, and people lose their souls."

Yan Nanfei suddenly shook off her hand.

The music suddenly stopped.

Yan Nanfei waved his hand suddenly and said, "Let's go!"

This word is like a curse, the ghostly white-clothed watchman outside the window has just knocked the third watch, as soon as this word is said, the place that was full of joy just now, immediately becomes only two people left.

Even the beauty who was stabbed by Qiangwei left, her hand was stabbed, but the wound in her heart was even deeper.

The chariots and horses went away, and the earth became dead silent again.

There was only one lamp left in the room, and the dim light shone on Yan Nanfei's bright eyes.

He suddenly raised his head, and stared straight at Fu Hongxue with his bright eyes.

His people are drunk, but his eyes are not.

Fu Hongxue still sat there quietly, neither smelling nor seeing, nor moving.

Yan Nanfei had already stood up.

Only when he stood up could he see the sword on his waist, the hilt was bright red, and the scabbard was also bright red!

Redder than a rose, redder than blood.

The room that was full of joy just now suddenly became full of murderous intent.

He started to walk forward, towards Fu Hongxue.

Although his people are drunk, his sword is not drunk.

His sword is already in hand.

Pale hands, scarlet swords.

Fu Hongxue's knife was also in his hand - he never left his knife.

Black knife, pale hand!
A knife as black as death, a sword as red as blood, the distance between the knife and the sword is getting closer.

The distance between them is gradually getting closer.

The murderous intent is stronger.

Yan Nanfei finally walked in front of Fu Hongxue, and suddenly drew his sword. The light of the sword was as brilliant as the sun, but it was as beautiful as a rose in the sun.

The sword energy was right between Fu Hongxue's eyebrows.

Fu Hongxue still didn't hear, didn't see, didn't move!
The sword light flashed across, and the bead curtains one foot away fell down one after another, falling like tears of a beauty.

Then Jian Guang suddenly disappeared.

The sword was still in Yan Nanfei's hands, and he held the sword in both hands, holding it in front of Fu Hongxue.

This is a sharp sword unparalleled in the world!

He is using a sword technique that is unparalleled in the world!
Why did he give this sword to Fu Hongxue now?
He came far away, carnival, drunk.

He drew his sword, swung it, and sent it.

What is this for?
The pale hand, the unsheathed sword also seems to be pale under the lamp!
Fu Hongxue's face turned even paler.

He finally raised his head slowly, staring at the sword in Yan Nanfei's hand.

His face was expressionless, but his pupils were shrinking.

Yan Nanfei was also staring at him, with a strange expression in his bright eyes, he wondered if it was a kind of joy when he was close to liberation?Or helpless sadness?

Fu Hongxue raised his head again and stared into his eyes, as if he had never seen him until now.

The eye contact between the two seemed to trigger a series of invisible sparks.

Fu Hongxue suddenly said, "You're here."

Yan Nanfei said, "I'm here."

Fu Hongxue said, "I knew you would come!"

Yan Nanfei said: "Of course I will come, of course you know, otherwise how could you have let me go a year ago?"

Fu Hongxue's eyes fell again, and he stared at the sword in his hand again. After a long time, he said slowly: "Now a year has passed."

Yan Nanfei said, "A whole year."

Fu Hongxue sighed softly, "It's been a long year."

Yan Nanfei also sighed, "What a short year."

Is one year long or short?
Yan Nanfei suddenly smiled, with a sharp sarcasm in his smile, and said, "You think this year is too long, just because you have been waiting, waiting for today."

Fu Hongxue said, "What about you?"

Yan Nanfei said, "I didn't wait!"

He smiled again, and said flatly: "Although I know that I must die today, I am not the kind of person who waits to die."

Fu Hongxue said, "Is it because you have a lot of things to do that you feel that this year is too short?"

Yan Nanfei said, "It's really too short."

Fu Hongxue said: "Have you finished your work now? Has your wish been fulfilled?"

The sword light filled the sky, and the sword was like lightning.

The knife seems to be very slow.

But before Jianguang arrived, the saber had penetrated into Jianguang and forced Jianguang.

Then the knife was already in the throat.

Fu Hongxue's knife, Yan Nanfei's throat!
Now the knife is in hand and the hand is on the table.

Yan Nanfei stared at the pitch-black knife for a long time before slowly saying, "A year ago, I was defeated by your knife!"

Fu Hongxue said lightly: "Maybe you shouldn't have been defeated, but it's a pity that your people are too young, but your sword skills are old."

Yan Nanfei was silent, as if he was chewing on these two words, and after a long time, he said slowly:

"Then you asked me, is there any wish left?"

Fu Hongxue said, "I asked!"

Yan Nanfei said: "I told you at that time, even if I have unfulfilled wishes, it is my own business, and my own business has always been done by me."

Fu Hongxue said, "I remember."

Yan Nanfei said: "I told you back then that you can kill me at any time, but never try to force me to say something I don't want to."

Fu Hongxue said: "Now..."

Yan Nanfei said, "I'm still the same now!"

Fu Hongxue said, "Will you not say the same thing?"

Yan Nanfei said: "You lent me a year to do what I want to do. Now that one year has passed, I..."

Fu Hongxue said: "You are here to die!"

Yan Nanfei said, "That's right, I'm here to die!"

Holding his sword in his hand, he continued word by word: "So now you can kill me!"

He is here to die!
He came from the south of the Yangtze River and traveled thousands of miles, but he just came here to die!
His golden cup was full, and he sang songs with prostitutes, just to enjoy the joy of the moment before death!

How solemn and beautiful this death is!

The sword is still in hand, the knife is still on the table.

Fu Hongxue said: "A year ago, here and now, I could have killed you!"

Yan Nanfei said, "You let me go just because you knew I would definitely come?"

Fu Hongxue said, "If you don't come, I'm afraid I'll never find you."

Yan Nanfei said, "Very likely."

Fu Hongxue said, "But you're here."

Yan Nanfei said: "I will definitely come!"

Fu Hongxue said: "So if your wish is not fulfilled, I can give you another year."

Yan Nanfei said, "No need!"

Fu Hongxue said, "No need?"

Yan Nanfei said: "Since I'm here, I'm determined to die!"

Fu Hongxue said, "You don't want to live another year?"

Yan Nanfei suddenly looked up and smiled, and said: "When a man is born in the world, if he can't eradicate the strong and punish the evil, and be happy to be kind and enmity, even if he lives another ten or a hundred years, life will be worse than death!"

He was laughing, but there was an indescribable pain and sadness in his laughter.

Fu Hongxue looked at him, and when he finished laughing, he suddenly said, "But your wish has not been fulfilled."

Yan Nanfei said, "Who said that?"

Fu Hongxue said: "I said it, I can see it."

Yan Nanfei sneered, "Even if my wish is not fulfilled, it has nothing to do with you."

Fu Hongxue said: "But I..."

Yan Nanfei interrupted him, and said coldly: "You are not a talkative person, and I am not here to talk to you!"

Fu Hongxue said, "You only want to die quickly?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Yes!"

Fu Hongxue said: "You would rather die than tell your unfulfilled wish?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Yes!"

The word "yes" is said like a sharp knife cuts a nail, and a sharp blade breaks iron. It seems that no one in the world can change his determination.

On the back of Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife, blue veins had protruded.

As long as the knife is out of its sheath, death will follow, and no one in this world can resist it.

Is his knife ready to draw now?

Holding the sword in both hands, Yan Nanfei said, "I would rather die by my own sword."

Fu Hongxue said: "I know!"

Yan Nanfei said, "But you still want to use your knife?"

Fu Hongxue said: "There are things you don't want to do, and I do too."

Yan Nanfei was silent, and said slowly: "After I die, can you treat my sword kindly?"

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "The sword is with the person, and the sword is destroyed when the person dies. When you die, this sword will definitely be with you."

Yan Nanfei let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Please! Please act."

Fu Hongxue's saber was already out of its sheath, but before it was unsheathed, suddenly, there was a sound of "gululu" outside, like the rolling of a giant wheel, followed by another loud "boom".

The already rotten wooden door was suddenly shaken apart, and something rolled in. It was a gleaming golden ball as big as a wheel.

Fu Hongxue didn't move, and Yan Nanfei didn't look back.

The golden ball had rolled straight behind his back, and it was about to hit him.

No one can withstand the force of this collision, and this kind of force cannot be resisted by human flesh and blood.

At this moment, Fu Hongxue drew his sword!

The knife flashed and paused.

All sounds, all movements stopped.

The unstoppable golden ball came to a halt when he tapped it lightly with the blade.

At the same moment, Jin Qiu popped out thirteen sharp spears and pierced Yan Nanfei's back.

Yan Nanfei still didn't move, but Fu Hongxue's knife moved again.

The light of the saber flashed, and the tip of the spear fell off. The golden ball, which seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, was split into four by him.

The golden ball was actually empty, and it split open like a flower tube, revealing a person.

A small man like a dwarf sat cross-legged on the ground, and the spherical shell that split like a petal slowly fell down, but his person still sat there motionless.

The knife swung just now was able to cut off thirteen spear points and split the golden ball into four halves. The power and speed of this knife seemed to have merged with all the magical powers in the world.

That has even surpassed the changes of all saber techniques, and is enough to destroy everything.

However, after the gun broke the ball, this dwarf-like villain still sat still, not only didn't even move, and there was no expression on his face at all, just like a wooden man.

The doors and windows were smashed, and the roof tiles were also knocked loose. A tile fell and hit him just right, making a "pop" sound.

It turned out that he was really a wooden man.

Fu Hongxue looked at him coldly, he didn't move, and neither did Fu Hongxue!

How can the wooden man move?

The wooden man suddenly moved!

He moved extremely fast, and the movement was even more strange, suddenly he bumped into Yan Nanfei's back with his whole body.

He has no weapons.

He used his own people as weapons. The whole body, hands, feet, and limbs were all weapons.

No matter how terrible a weapon is, it must be used by humans, but the weapon itself is dead!

His weapon is already alive!
At the same moment, the parched ground suddenly stretched out a pair of hands, grabbing Yan Nanfei's feet.

This move is equally astonishing.

Now even if Yan Nanfei wanted to dodge, he couldn't move.

The hand stretched out from the ground, the wooden man suddenly moved, attacking up and down, the wooden man's legs also clamped his waist, and his hands were ready to hold his throat!
Their attack was not only mysterious and weird, but also carefully planned, and they had calculated that this attack would never miss.

It's a pity that they forgot that there was a knife beside Yan Nanfei!

Fu Hongxue's knife!

Heaven and Earth, a unique knife!

The knife light flashed again!Just a flash!
Blood was cut on all four hands, and the wooden man had blood in his hands.

The blood that flowed out of his hands was also bright red, but his dead wood-like face had already begun to distort.

The hand was loosened, all four hands were loosened, and a person jumped out of the ground like a bullet, his head was covered with dust, like a clay figurine.

This clay figurine is also a dwarf.

The two leaped at the same time, turned over in the air, and landed in another corner, huddled together.

No one came after them.

Fu Hongxue's saber fell silent, and so did the people.Yan Nanfei didn't look back at all.

The clay figurine held his hand and said suddenly: "You are the one who harmed me. If you count this move, you will definitely not miss it."

The wooden man said: "I made a mistake."

The clay figurine said angrily, "If you make a mistake, you deserve to die."

Wooden man said: "If this matter can't be done, it will be dead if you go back. It's better to die now."

The clay figurine asked, "How do you want to die?"

The wooden man said: "I am a wooden man, of course I have to use fire to burn."

The clay figurine said: "Okay, it's best to burn it to ashes."

The wooden man sighed, took out a torch from his body, and set his clothes on fire.

The fire burned so fast that his people were burned up in one fell swoop and turned into a fire.

The clay figurine had avoided it far away, and suddenly shouted again: "No, you can't die now, you still have 3000 taels of silver notes on you, and it will be useless if it is burned to ashes."

There was still a voice from the fire: "You come and get it."

The clay figurine said, "I'm afraid it will be hot."

There was another sigh from the fire, and suddenly, a stream of clear water sprayed out from the fire, falling like raindrops, falling on the fire, and turning into a cloud of water mist.

The fire was immediately extinguished and turned into thick smoke.

The wooden man was still in the smoke, and no one could see how he had been burnt.

Fu Hongxue didn't even look at it at all, there was only one person he cared about.

Yan Nanfei didn't seem to care about anyone anymore.

The smoke dispersed, filled the small hotel, and then floated out through the doors and windows.

It's windy outside.

The smoke drifted out and was gradually dispersed.

The black cat that had just lumbered across the long street was hiding far away behind a wooden post.

A wisp of light smoke was blown over by the wind, and the cat suddenly fell down, convulsing and shrinking... After so many disasters and hunger that no one could endure, it was still alive, but this faint wisp of smoke made the cat feel sick. It turned into dry bones in a blink of an eye.

At this time Fu Hongxue and Yan Nanfei were in the smoke.

(End of this chapter)