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

Chapter 4
The smoke gradually dissipated.

This is the smoke that kills people. There are already countless famous heroes in the Jianghu who have died silently in this thick smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, the wooden man's eyes were shining, and he believed that his opponent had undoubtedly fallen.

He wished he could still see them struggling on the ground, crawling up to him, begging for his cure.

Even Shi Batian and Tonghu once knelt in front of him and begged bitterly.

They were originally the fiercest strongmen in the rivers and lakes, but when they really faced death, even the most courageous people would become cowardly and weak.

The pain and despair of others was always a pleasant enjoyment to him.

But this time he was disappointed.

Fu Hongxue and Yan Nanfei didn't fall down, and their eyes were actually shining.

The light in the wooden man's eyes has been extinguished like a flame on his body.The charred clothes had long been scattered with the thick smoke and the wind, leaving only the black flesh and blood, like unburned gold and iron, and charred charcoal.

Yan Nanfei suddenly said, "These two are killing each other with five elements."

Fu Hongxue said, "Hmph."

"Gold hides wood, water and fire have the same origin", "Use earth to escape, ghosts catch feet", these are all unpredictable assassination methods, and the double killing of the five elements is also one of the most valuable professional assassins. It is said that They are already rich and wealthy.

It's a pity that there are many millionaires in the world, in the eyes of some people, they are worthless at all.

The clay figurine rushed to make amends and said with a smile: "He is gold, wood, water and fire, and I am dirt. I am simply a dirt donkey, a potato, and a dirt dog."

He looked at the knife in Fu Hongxue's hand.

The knife is sheathed.Black handle, black scabbard.

The clay figurine sighed and said with a wry smile: "Even if we don't recognize Mr. Fu, we should recognize this saber."

Wooden man said: "But we never thought that Fu Daxia would help him."

Fu Hongxue said coldly, "His life is already mine."

The wooden man said: "Yes."

Fu Hongxue said: "Except for me, no one can hurt him at all."

The wooden man said: "Yes."

The clay figurine said: "As long as Mr. Fu spares my dog's life, I will get out of here immediately."

Fu Hongxue said, "Get lost."

When the word was said, the two of them rolled out immediately. They really rolled out, like two balls.

Yan Nanfei suddenly smiled and said, "I know you will never kill them."

Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?"

Yan Nanfei said: "Because they are not worthy yet."

Fu Hongxue stared at the knife in his hand, and the expression on his face was filled with an indescribable loneliness.

He didn't have many friends, and now even his enemies, there are not many left.

In heaven and earth, how many people are worthy of him drawing his sword?
Fu Hongxue said slowly: "I've heard that they killed Shi Batian at a price of 13 taels."

Yan Nanfei said, "It's absolutely correct."

Fu Hongxue said: "Of course your life is worth more than Shi Batian."

Yan Nanfei said, "It's worth much more."

Fu Hongxue said: "There are not many people who can afford such a high price and ask them to kill you."

Yan Nanfei closed his mouth.

Fu Hongxue said, "You didn't ask because you already knew who this person was."

Yan Nanfei still kept his mouth shut.

Silent.

Fu Hongxue said, "Your unfulfilled wish is to deal with this person?"

Yan Nanfei suddenly sneered and said, "You have asked too many questions!"

Fu Hongxue said, "You won't tell me?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Don't tell me."

Fu Hongxue said: "Then you go!"

Yan Nanfei said, "You can't leave!"

Fu Hongxue said: "Don't forget that I lent you a year. You owe me this year."

Yan Nanfei said, "You want me to pay it back? How can I pay it back?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Go and finish what you should do."

Yan Nanfei said: "But I..."

Fu Hongxue suddenly raised her head, stared at him and said, "If you are really a man, even if you are going to die, you must die in an aboveboard manner."

He raised his head, but Yan Nanfei lowered his head, as if he didn't want him to see the expression on his face.

No one can explain what kind of expression that is - is it grief and indignation?Is it pain?or fear?
Fu Hongxue said: "Your sword is still there, and your people are not dead, why don't you dare go?"

Yan Nanfei also raised his head, clenched the sword in his hand, and said, "Okay, I'll go, but after a year, I will come again."

Fu Hongxue said: "I know!"

There is still wine on the table!
Yan Nanfei turned around suddenly, grabbed the wine jar, and said, "You still don't want to drink?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Don't drink!"

Yan Nanfei also stared at him, and said, "Can people who don't drink really be sober forever?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Not necessarily."

Yan Nanfei laughed loudly, poured half a jar of wine into his stomach in one go, and then strode out.He walks very fast.

Because he knows that the road ahead is not only difficult, but also far away, terrifyingly far away.

Dead towns, deserted streets, the world is silent, and the bright moon is silent.

The moon is full tonight.

If people's hearts are missing, what about the full moon?

Yan Nanfei strode under the full moon, his strides were big and he walked very fast.

But Fu Hongxue always followed him at a distance. No matter how fast he walked, as soon as he turned his head, he could immediately see the lonely cripple slowly following behind with that clumsy and strange posture.

The stars were thinner, the moon was fainter, and the long night was coming to an end, but he was still following, still keeping the same distance.

Finally, Yan Nanfei couldn't help turning his head back, and said loudly, "Are you my shadow?"

Fu Hongxue said, "No."

Yan Nanfei said, "Why are you following me?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Because I don't want you to die at the hands of others."

Yan Nanfei sneered, and said, "You don't need to worry about it, I can always take care of myself."

Fu Hongxue said, "You really can?"

He didn't let Yan Nanfei answer, and immediately continued: "Only a truly ruthless person can take care of himself, but you are too sentimental."

Yan Nanfei said, "What about you?"

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "Even if I have feelings, I have already forgotten them. I have forgotten them for a long time."

His pale face is still expressionless, and who can see how many bitter past events and painful memories are hidden behind this cold mask?
If a person's heart is dead and his love is gone, who else in this world can hurt him again?
Yan Nanfei stared at him, and slowly said: "If you really think you can take care of yourself, you are wrong."

Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?"

Yan Nanfei said, "There is at least one person in this world who can hurt you."

Fu Hongxue said, "Who?"

Yan Nanfei said, "You yourself."

morning, sunrise.

The sun has illuminated the dark and cold earth, and also illuminated the three words on the stone tablet beside the road: "Phoenix Collection".

Only this stele, only these three characters, are still exactly the same as a year ago.

Fu Hongxue was not a person who easily expressed his sadness, but when he walked past the stele, he still couldn't help but turn his head to take another look.

In the vicissitudes of life, the world has changed a lot, but the changes in this place are too fast.

Yan Nanfei actually saw through his intentions, and suddenly asked: "You can't think of it?"

Fu Hongxue nodded slowly, and said, "I didn't expect it, but you already knew it!"

Yan Nanfei said, "Oh?"

Fu Hongxue said: "You already knew that this place has become a dead town, that's why you brought your drinking and singing prostitutes along."

Yan Nanfei did not deny it.

Fu Hongxue said, "Of course you also know how this place became like this?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Of course I know!"

Fu Hongxue said, "For what?"

Yan Nanfei's eyes suddenly showed a mixture of pain and anger, and after a long time, he slowly said, "It's for me."

Fu Hongxue said: "For you? How could you turn a prosperous town into a grave?"

Yan Nanfei closed his mouth.

When he closed his mouth, the contours of his mouth immediately became very cold, almost cruelly cold.

So as soon as he shuts up, anyone should be able to see that he refuses to talk about it any more.

So Fu Hongxue also kept his mouth shut.

But their eyes were not closed. At the same time, they saw a fast horse galloping from the side road, coming extremely fast.

The horse was a good horse, and the man on the horse rode so well that almost as soon as they saw the horse, the man and the horse were in front of them.

Yan Nanfei suddenly leapt out, turned over in the air, and passed the horse's head. When he landed again, he had already grabbed the reins and reined in.

His whole body was nailed to the ground like a nail, and with just one hand, he restrained the galloping horse.

The horse neighed, and the man stood up.

Immediately, the knight swung his whip angrily, and whipped Yan Nanfei on the head.

The whip was caught immediately, and the knight somersaulted and fell to the ground. His sweaty face was distorted by anger and fear, and he looked at Yan Nanfei in surprise.

Yan Nanfei was smiling: "You are in a hurry, why?"

The knight held back his breath. Seeing Yan Nanfei's astonishing skill, he couldn't bear it, and he didn't dare not answer: "I'm going to the funeral."

Yan Nanfei asked, "Did your family member die?"

The knight said: "It's my second uncle."

Yan Nanfei said: "After you rush away, can you revive him?"

"No! Of course not."

Yan Nanfei said, "Since you can't, why are you in such a hurry?"

The knight couldn't help but asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Yan Nanfei said, "I want to buy your horse."

The knight said: "I won't sell it!"

Yan Nanfei casually took out a bag of gold leaf and threw it in front of this person: "Do you want to sell it?"

The knight was even more surprised. He stared blankly at the package of gold leaves, finally let out a long breath, and murmured:

"People can't be resurrected after death, so why should I hurry?"

Yan Nanfei smiled, stroking the horse's mane, looked at Fu Hongxue, and smiled, "I know I can't shake you off, but now I have six legs."

Fu Hongxue was speechless.

Yan Nanfei laughed and waved his hands: "Goodbye, see you in a year!"

A good horse selected from a thousand, with an exquisitely made saddle, he was about to fly onto the horse, when suddenly, the light of the knife flashed.

Fu Hongxue had drawn his saber.

With a flash of light, the knife was sheathed again.

The horse was not frightened, and the person was not harmed. This flash of light, like a shooting star at the end of the sky, brought people beauty and hope instead of fright and fear.

Yan Nanfei was surprised, looking at the pitch-black knife in his hand: "I know you seldom draw a knife."

Fu Hongxue said, "Yes."

Yan Nanfei said, "Your saber is not for people to see."

Fu Hongxue said, "Yes."

Yan Nanfei said, "Why did you draw your sword for no reason this time?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Because of your legs."

Yan Nanfei didn't understand: "My legs?"

Fu Hongxue said: "You don't have six legs, as soon as you get on this horse, you will have no legs, not even a single leg."

Yan Nanfei's pupils contracted, and he suddenly turned around, and saw blood!

Crimson blood was beginning to flow, neither from the man nor the horse.

The blood came from the saddle.

The knight who had been sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up and shot out like an arrow.

Fu Hongxue didn't stop him, neither did Yan Nanfei, and they didn't even look back.

With his eyes fixed on the saddle, he slowly stretched out two fingers and lifted the saddle--only one piece.

This exquisitely made saddle has been cut in half by the flash of the knife just now.

How could the saddle bleed?

of course not.

The blood was cold, and it came from the snake, which was in the saddle.

The four poisonous snakes have also been cut off by the flash of the knife just now.

Suppose a person sits on the saddle, suppose there are several holes beside the saddle for snakes to come out of, and if someone has pulled out the pistons of these holes, suppose these four poisonous snakes came out and bit the person's leg.

So does this person still have legs?
Thinking of these things, even Yan Nanfei couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Before his cold sweat broke out, he heard a scream, a scream, like a sword had been stabbed in his chest.

The knight who escaped just now had used the lightness skill of "swallows copying water three times" to fly seven feet away.

But when he jumped up for the fourth time, he suddenly let out a miserable cry and fell from the sky.

The flash of the knife just now not only cut off the saddle and severed the poisonous snake, but also wounded his heart, his spleen, and his liver.

He fell, on the ground, twisting and convulsing like a snake.

No one looked back.

Yan Nanfei gently put down half of the saddle in his hand, raised his head, and stared at Fu Hongxue.

Fu Hongxue's hand was on the handle of the knife, and the knife was in the sheath.

Yan Nanfei was silent for a long time again, sighed a long time, and said, "I only hate that I was born too late, I haven't seen it before!"

Fu Hongxue said, "You haven't seen Ye Kai's knife?"

Yan Nanfei said: "I only hate that I don't have a fate, I..."

Fu Hongxue interrupted him, saying: "You are not destined, but fortunately, someone has seen his sword before..."

Yan Nanfei rushed to ask, "All those people are dead now?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Even if their people are not dead, their hearts are already dead."

Yan Nanfei said, "Heart is dead?"

Fu Hongxue said: "No matter who, as long as he has seen his sword shot, he will not dare to use a sword for the rest of his life."

Yan Nanfei said: "But he used a throwing knife!"

Fu Hongxue said: "The flying knife is also a knife."

Yan Nanfei admits, only admits.

There are many kinds of knives, no matter what kind of knife is a knife, no matter what kind of knife can kill!
Fu Hongxue asked again: "Have you ever used a knife?"

Yan Nanfei said, "No."

Fu Hongxue said, "How many people have you met who really know how to use a knife?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Not many."

Fu Hongxue said: "Then you are not worthy to talk about knives at all."

Yan Nanfei smiled and said, "Maybe I'm not worthy to talk about knives, maybe your saber skills are not unparalleled in the world, I can't be sure, I can only be sure of one thing."

Fu Hongxue said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Now I have six legs, but you only have two."

He laughed and flew on his horse again.

The saddle is broken, the snake is dead, but the horse is still alive and well.

The horse moves like a dragon, and leaves in the dust.

Fu Hongxue lowered his head, looked at his legs, and muttered with indescribable ridicule in his eyes:

"You're wrong, I don't have two legs, I only have one."

Every town has restaurants, and every restaurant that can exist for a long time must have its own characteristics.

The characteristic of Wanshoulou is "expensive", no matter what kind of food and drinks are at least twice as expensive as other restaurants.

Human beings have many weaknesses, and spending money to show off is undoubtedly one of them.

Therefore, in particularly expensive places, business is always particularly good.

Yan Nanfei came out from the Wanshou Building, and seeing the horse tied outside the door, he couldn't help laughing.

After all, two legs are not as good as six legs.

Everyone hopes to get rid of their own shadow, isn't this also one of the weaknesses of human beings?

But he untied the rein from the hitching stone, and couldn't laugh.

Because when he raised his head, he saw Fu Hongxue again.

Fu Hongxue was standing across the street, looking at him coldly, with a pale face, indifferent eyes, and a pitch-black knife.

Yan Nanfei laughed.

He hit the horse, and the horse walked away, but he still stood there, smiling, looking at Fu Hongxue.

A horse worth thousands of gold turned into dust just as he clapped his hands.

Qianjin, Wanjin, Wanwanjin, what do you think in his eyes?It's just a cloud of dust.

(End of this chapter)