Flying Knife see Flying Knife

Chapter 3 Luna Knife
01
Undoubtedly, there are many different kinds of people in this world, and there are also many people of the same type, of the same kind. Although they are separated from each other and have never even met each other, in some places they are more alike than biological brothers.

Fang Tianhao and Duan Bafang are good examples.

Fang Tianhao was almost as strong and tall as Duan Bafang, and he also practiced the hard skills of foreign sects. Although his reputation and status in the Jianghu were not as good as Duan Bafang's, he could definitely be regarded as a very important leader in this border area.

There are only three things he likes most in his life:

Power, fame and his only daughter Coco.

Now Fang Tianhao is sitting in his hall as wide as a horse farm, sitting on his pear wood chair like a big kang, using his hoarse voice that is always used to giving orders, ordering his cronies Xiao Wu.

"Go and write a post for me. You should use the kind of gilded paper brought from the capital, and you should write politely."

"To whom?" Xiao Wu seemed a little unconvinced, "Why should we be so polite to people?"

Boss Fang suddenly lost his temper.

"Why can't we be polite to others? What do you think you, Wu Xinliu, are? What do you think I am, Fang Tianhao? The two of us combined may not be as good as a single hair of his."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Of course there is."

Boss Fang said: "He earned hundreds of millions of dollars in just a few years with his bare hands, can you compare?"

Xiao Wu lowered his head.

There is a kind of person who will always bow his head before power and wealth, and he is absolutely willing and convinced.

Xiao Wu is such a person.

"Then why don't we prepare for a few more days before entertaining them well, why must it be today?"

Boss Fang's face suddenly revealed an angry look, a real angry look.

"You've been asking too many questions lately." He glared at the wise man in front of him and said, "You should go home and learn how to keep your mouth shut."

02
Today is fifteen, and there are months on fifteen.

full moon.

There is actually water under the moon, and the Shuiyue Pavilion is in the moonlight water waves.

In this mountain city on the border, there are actually people who will build a pool at home. This kind of person is so extravagant that he should be sent to the desert to be dried alive.

Boss Fang is such a person.

Shuiyuexuan is the place where he treats guests tonight, and Li Huai is his distinguished guest tonight.

So when Li Huai sat in the seat, he was as shy as a little girl.

The little girl also needs to eat like the big man. Since she was invited to eat, she should have something to eat.

But the food and drink were not delivered.

Boss Fang couldn't sit still.

Since people are invited to eat, there should be food for them.

Why hasn't the food and wine been delivered yet?
Boss Fang knew it in his heart, but he didn't dare to lose his temper, because the mistake was on Miss Fang.

Miss Fang had already smashed all the food and wine that had been prepared to be served on the table, because she didn't like the guests tonight.

she told the petrified servant.

"The guest that my foolish old man invited tonight is not a person at all, but a little bastard at all." She said plausibly, "Why do we invite a bastard to drink wine that people drink and eat people? dishes?"

Fortunately, Li Huai finally got to drink the wine that people drink and eat the food that people eat.

There are many people who are really not human but have such good luck, not to mention Li Huai.

Of course, the people in the Fang's kitchen are all specially trained people. On the first round, four hot meats, four cold dishes, four small stir-fries and four cold salads were served all at once.

It was served on a small carved seven-inch plate made of sterling silver, and it was brought up with both hands by eight male servants in green clothes and plain hats and eight little maids in narrow clothes and skirts.

Then they stood by.

Li Huai sighed in his heart, feeling that the meal tonight was really uncomfortable.

How can he eat comfortably when so many people are standing next to him and watching him eat?If he could eat comfortably, he wouldn't be Li Huai.

If he can eat comfortably, he should be called Li Hao.

Fortunately, he didn't know that the time to really make him uncomfortable had not yet come, otherwise he might not even be able to eat a sip of wine or food.

03
Li Huai ate three mouthfuls of food.

By the time he finished his second mouthful of food, he had already drank eleven glasses of wine. Both Boss Fang and Mr. Wu were really good drinkers.

The room is full of lights like daytime, people laugh and drink to warm the fragrance of flowers, the host is hospitable to the guests, and the servants are considerate and open the windows.

There is a moon outside the window, and the full moon has light.

Li Huai was about to throw away the small wine glass at first, and when he was about to drink from the jug, he suddenly heard a scream in the distance.

The meaning of miserable cry is that a person's cry is full of shrillness, terror, pain, and despair.

The sound of screaming will never be pleasant.

But the miserable cries that Li Huai heard this time were beyond words such as shrillness, horror, pain, despair, and unpleasantness.

The screams he heard this time even gave him a feeling of being torn apart. Flesh, skin, bones, liver, blood vessels, tendons, nails, and hair were all torn apart.

Even the soul was torn apart.

Because the screams he heard this time were like drums on the battlefield, one after another, one after another, one after another...

The wine in the glass spilled out.

Everyone's face turned into the skin of a dead animal.

Then Li Huai saw eighteen young warriors in strong clothes and holding sharp knives, like parachutists descending from the sky, and landed on the Jiuqu bridge outside Shuiyuexuan, like soldiers occupying a certain place on the battlefield who can decide a battle Like a stronghold of victory and defeat, occupying this bridgehead.

"This is how the same thing?"

The gentle, cute, shy and a little bad smile on Mr. Li's face was no longer visible.

"Old man Fang, is there something wrong here? Let me slip through the back door first."

Boss Fang smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay, don't worry." Fang Tianhao's smile was full of confidence, "It doesn't matter even if something trivial happens with me, even if the sky falls, you, old man Fang, will take care of it."

Before he finished speaking, the smile disappeared.

Fang Tianhao has always had deep confidence in the group of dead men carefully trained by his subordinates, and he firmly believes that if they stick to a bridgehead, no one will be able to break through to the bridgehead.

No one has ever been able to change his conception.

Unfortunately there are now.

A man with iron-black complexion, wearing a fiery red robe, even taller and taller than Duan Bafang and Fang Tianhao, with his hands behind his back like a white-faced scholar walking under the moon, walking from the gravel at the bridgehead Walked leisurely on the path.

He didn't seem to have moved at all.

But when he stepped onto the bridge, those dead men guarding the bridge suddenly flew out one by one, with a shrill cry, far away, and it took a long time before they could be heard falling on the pond. The sound of bones breaking on the rockery.

At this time, the red-robed man had already sat down.

04
The lights in Shuiyue Xuan are as bright as the January flower market.

The lights of the flower market are like daytime.

The red-robed man Shi Shiran walked in, and Shi Shiran sat down, sitting next to the host, Boss Fang, and opposite the host and guest, Li Huai.

His face definitely doesn't look like the spring flowers of Yuan Ye.

Nor did his face look like a human face at all.

His face looked like a mask made of pure iron and steel. Even if he was smiling, he never meant to smile.

He is laughing.

He was looking at Li Huai and smiled:
"Mr. Li," he said in a strange hoarse voice full of sarcasm, "Mr. Li, what's your name?" Li Huai smiled with his white teeth.

"Mr. Li's surname is of course Li." There was no trace of sarcasm in his smile, "but what about Mr. Han? What's your surname, Mr. Han?"

The smile of the red-robed man remained unchanged.

His smile was carved on his face like an iron strike: "Do you know my surname is Han? Do you know who I am?"

"Iron Fire Judge Han Jun, no one in the world knows."

Han Jun's eyes shot out light, and everyone realized that his eyes were actually blue, blue like ice for thousands of years, forming a very interesting and mysterious combination with his fiery red robe. Terrible contrast.

He stared at Li Huai for a long time before saying word by word.

"That's right, I'm the sixth-rank imperial guard with a sword in front of the imperial court, and the leader of the punishment department is arresting the missing, a disciple of the Shaolin Nanzong layman, Kamata Han Jun."

Fang Tianhao finally squeezed out a smile on his panic-stricken face, and stood up quickly.

"Unexpectedly, the famous chief criminal officer who arrested Senior Han would come here tonight."

Han Jun interrupted him coldly.

"I'm not your senior, and I'm not here to find you."

"Are you here to find me?" Li Huai asked.

Han Jun stared at him for a long time again: "Are you Li Huai?"

"I am."

"How many days have you traveled from Zhangjiakou to here?"

"I don't know," Li Huai said, "I haven't calculated it."

"I know, I've counted," Han Jun said, "You have traveled for a total of 61 days."

Li Huai shook his head and smiled wryly.

"I'm not a big shot, I'm not a guard with a knife in front of the imperial court, and I'm not the chief arrester of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Why would someone calculate these things about me so clearly?"

"Of course you are not a head arrester of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The money earned by a hundred head arresters in a year is not enough for you to spend in a day."

Han Jun sneered and asked Li Huai:
"Do you know how much you spent in these 61 days?"

"I don't know, and I haven't calculated."

"I've counted too." Han Jun said, "You spent a total of 650 taels."

Li Huai took a breath with a whistling sound.

"I really spent so much?"

"It's true."

Li Huai smiled happily again: "It looks like I'm really polite and rich."

"Of course you are." Han Jun's voice was colder, "You are just a poor boy, where did you get the money you spent?"

"That's my business, it has nothing to do with you."

"Have."

"what is the relationship!"

"Da Nei recently stole a batch of gold, which is equivalent to 170 million taels of silver. No one can afford this responsibility, so the Ministry of Criminal Justice has to bear it." Han Jun stared at Li Huai like a nail, "Unfortunately, I happened to He is the head arrester under the Zhengtang of the Ministry of Punishment."

Li Huai let out a long breath, shook his head and sighed.

"You're out of luck."

"Unlucky people always want to get a back, so your Excellency has to go with me to the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

"What are you doing with you at the Ministry of Criminal Justice?" Li Huai asked with wide eyes, "Do you want to invite me to dinner?"

Han Jun stopped talking.

His face became darker, his eyes bluer.

His eyes were still like nails, and he slowly got up from the chair, inch by inch.

Every inch of his movement is very slow, but there is an unpredictable crisis lurking in every inch of his movement, but everyone can feel it.

05
Everyone's breath changed, changed with the movement of his imposing torso.

Only Li Huai has not changed.

"Why do you look at me like this? Are you so stupid that you think I'm the lone robber who robbed gold?"

Li Huai shook his head and sighed wryly: "I really wish I had such a great ability. If I really had such a great ability, no one would dare to bully me."

Han Jun didn't speak, but made a sound.

His voice did not come from his mouth, but from his body.

There are more than 300 bones in his body, and the joints of each bone make sound.

His limbs seemed to have grown a few inches.

Although he hasn't made a move yet, he has already exerted the kung fu of Shaolin waijia to the extreme.

Fang Tianhao couldn't help sighing, because he was also a kung fu practitioner.

Only he can deeply understand the power of Han Jun's blow, and he can even see Li Huai lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

Li Huai was terrified, turned around and wanted to run, but unfortunately there was no place to run.

There are people around him, men, women, old and young, because he is a distinguished guest, and these people are here to serve him.

Although Han Jun's movements were getting slower and slower, even coming to a standstill, the pressure on people was getting heavier and heavier, as if the arrow was on the string and was about to go off.

Of course Fang Tianhao wouldn't bother with such nosy matters.

Li Huai was in a hurry, and suddenly kicked over the table with his kick, and happened to use a skillful force, and the dozen or so dishes on the table were shocked by this skillful force, and all hit Han Jun.

Before the plate arrived, the vegetable juice and soup had already splashed out.

If Judge Tiehuo was splashed with shepherd's purse and tofu soup, would it still be plausible?

Han Jun backed away, swift as the wind.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, if Li Huai still doesn't escape, then he is not Li Huai anymore.

It's a pity he still can't escape.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind and cold light flashed, and seven fine steel long swords pierced from seven different directions.

With Li Huai's skill in dealing with Ke Ke that day, as long as one of the seven swords stabs him directly, there will be a transparent hole in his body.

Fortunately, none of the seven swords stabbed directly at him. There were only six sounds of ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Like a strange-shaped steel flail, Li Huai was put in the middle of the flail.

Everyone in the Jianghu knows that there is no record of anyone who was trapped by the Qiqiao Heart Locking Sword escaping once.

No matter who is trapped by him, it is like the heart of a girl in first love is trapped by her lover, and there is no way to escape.

The length, width, weight, form, quality, heat of forging, and parts of the swords of these seven swords are all exactly the same.

These seven swords were undoubtedly forged in the same furnace.

But the seven hands holding the seven swords are completely different seven hands.

The only thing that was the same was that they had all served food to this table just now.

Instead of being afraid, Li Huai smiled.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Qiqiao Suoxinjian has become the person who brings tea and food."

He looked at one of the seven people, a tall and pretty lady with a few pale pockmarks on her face.

"Ms. Hu," Li Huai said, "Since you like to do this kind of thing, whenever you are interested, you might as well come and make my bed."

He looked at Han Jun again and shook his head: "Of course this is all arranged by your Excellency, who else have you arranged to be around?"

"Aren't these people enough?"

"It seems that it is still not enough."

Han Jun's face sank, and he let out a low cry.

"Lock."

In this sword pose, lock means to kill.The seven swords are interlocked, and the blood is broken.

The sword lock has been completed, and no one can save it.

Li Huai's blood was not broken, nor were his limbs, limbs, liver and intestines, and blood.

What was broken was the sword.

What was broken was Qiqiao Concentric's seven heart-locking swords of fine steel and hundreds of refinements, and all seven swords were broken.

The tips of the seven swords are all in Li Huai's hands.

No one could see his movements, but everyone could see the seven shiny sword points in his hand.

A broken sword can still kill.

The sword light flew up again, and broke again.

The sound of broken swords is like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Everyone's complexion changed, Han Jun's stature grew violently, and he slammed Li Huai with the momentum of a tiger leaping and leopard leaping.

Li Huai walked sideways, slanted forward, and cut with a backhand!

His shot was much slower than Han Jun's. When his palm hit Han Jun's weak rib, his head had already been crushed.

But everyone got it wrong again.

Han Jun staggered back suddenly, retreated five steps, before he could stand still, blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Li Huai bowed with a smile, his smile was wicked and cute.

"Goodbye everyone."

06
The moonlight is still the same, the water waves are still the same, the bridge is still the same, the pavilion is still the same, but the people are not the same as before.

Li Huai walked across the Jiuqu Bridge leisurely, just like Han Jun walked onto the bridge just now.

Everyone just watched him go, no one dared to stop him.

There seems to be a faint layer of smoke rising between the waves of the moonlight, and there seems to be a faint figure in the smoke.

Li Huai suddenly saw this figure.

No one could describe the feeling he felt when he saw this figure. It was like a blind man seeing the bright moon in the sky for the first time.

The image of that person is in the moonlight, water waves and mist.

Li Huai's footsteps stopped.

"Who are you?" He looked at the smoky man in white and asked, "Who are you?"

no answer.

Li Huai walked towards her, as if he had been attracted by some mysterious attraction, and walked straight towards her.

The clouds opened, the moon appeared, and the moonlight shone faintly, which happened to shine on her face.

Pale face, pale as the moon.

"You are not human." Li Huai looked at her and said, "You must have come from the middle of the moon."

A mysterious smile that no one can understand suddenly appeared on his pale face, and the man in the moon suddenly said in a dreamy and mysterious voice: "Yes, I came from the middle of the moon. When I came to the world, I can only Here's something for you."

"what's up?"

"die!"

The faint light of the knife is as pale as moonlight.

The moonlight is like a knife.

Because when this light of the knife, which was as pale as moonlight, appeared, the bright moon in the sky seemed to suddenly have a murderous look.

Must kill must die, a murderous aura that will never be restored.

The light of the knife is dim, the light of the moon is dim, but the murderous aura is as thick as blood.

The light of the knife appeared, the color of the silver moon changed, and Li Necrosis died.

It was already sixty moments in a snap of the fingers, but Li Huai's death was only an instant.

The moment the knife light appeared.

"Flying knife!"

When the light of the knife disappeared, Li Huai's person was already hanging upside down on the carved railing at the head of the Jiuqu Bridge like a piece of torn clothes.

On his heart, the blade reached the handle.

The heart is definitely the most fatal vital point in the human body. If it is stabbed with a knife, death is hopeless, but there are still people who are worried.

Han Jun leaped over with strides, pinched the light golden, moonlight-like hilt inserted into Li Huai's heart with two fingers, pulled it out, blood splashed out, and the knife appeared.

The narrow knife is enough to penetrate the heart.

"How about it?"

"Dead."

Han Jun tried his best not to show too happy expression on his face: "This person is dead."

The moonlight is still there, and the man in white under the moon seems to have merged into the moonlight.

07
Fine weather.

It was snowing for a long time, and the cold was getting worse. In the big bronze brazier that was polished as bright as a mirror, the fire was as red as the face of a shy little girl.

Boss Fang was leaning on a large kang covered with sable fur. In the middle of the kang was a low table. In addition to some small bottles of candied fruit and sweets, there were also a lamp and a gun on the jade plate. .

The lamp is not the kind of lamp used for lighting, and the gun is not the kind of gun that is used to assassinate people under the horse.

Of course, this kind of gun can also kill people, but the killing is slower and more painful.

A sinister aroma filled the conservatory.

Humans have weaknesses, so evil will always be one of the forces that can most seduce human beings.

So this fragrance seems to be far more charming than the most fragrant flowers in Jiangnan spring.

"This is opium. The red-haired man got it from Tianzhu."

Boss Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Jun who had just appeared in the warm room.

"You must give it a try, otherwise your life will be in vain."

Han Jun didn't seem to hear what he said, so he asked coldly:

"Is anyone buried?"

"Buried long ago."

"Where are the four little children he brought?"

Fang Tianhao smirked: "Will there be a whole egg under the overturned nest?"

"So the matter is over?"

"A happy ending, rounder than an egg."

"No trouble?"

"No." Fang Tianhao's face turned pale, "absolutely not."

Han Jun looked at him coldly for a long time, turned around, walked out, and suddenly turned back.

"You'd better remember that next time you smoke this kind of thing, you'd better not let me see it, otherwise I will also send you to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, where you will be locked up for ten or eight years."

Outside the pebbles is a small courtyard. There is snow in the small courtyard, and there are plums in the snow.

An old plum blossoms alone in a small courtyard covered with snow, and all the loneliness in the world seems to have been planted under its roots.

how lonely.

What a lonely courtyard, what a lonely plum, what a lonely person.

Han Jun came out, facing the cold wind, took a long breath, and let out another breath.His breathing stopped suddenly.

He suddenly saw a pale face among the red plum branches and leaves, looking at him with a ghostly smile.

Han Jun didn't know how many people's faces he had seen. Although most of them were crying faces, there were also quite a few smiling faces.

But he had never seen such a smiling face, such a crooked smile, such an evil smile, such an ambiguous and terrifying smile.

Among the thousands of bright red plum blossoms, suddenly such a smiling face appeared, and it was looking at him and smiling.

What will you do?
Han Jun took a step back, twisted his waist, and jumped into the sky, with his left hand across his chest to defend himself, and his right hand poked out the big eagle claw, ready to grab this pale face from the red plum.

He didn't grab this claw, because he suddenly recognized whose face it was.

Liu Wei, the second hero in Seven Swords of One Heart, was a tall, handsome and beautiful man, but after he died, he was not much different from other dead people.

Especially the person who died under the sad hand of Qi Duan Qi Jue, his face was distorted as if he was smiling, but his smile was more sad and ugly than crying.

Liu Wei died at the hands of sadness.

Han Junfei jumped up, recognized his face, and saw that he was the one who died at the hands of sadness.

08
Concentric Seven Swords, both swords and swords are perfect, everyone is a master, especially Liu Er and Meng Wu.

The second person to die was Meng Wu.

He was pushed back on a wheelbarrow.

His mortal injury was also a broken heart palm.

Seven breaks.

Broken heart, broken blood, broken tendons, broken liver and intestines, broken kidneys, broken bones, broken wrists.

Qijue.

End of heart, end of love, end of grace, end of desire, end of pain, end of life and death, end of lovesickness.

Seven breaks and seven breaks, hurt people's heart.

This kind of kung fu is gradually dying out, no one likes to practice this kind of ruthless kung fu, and no one wants to pass it on.

Fang Tianhao asked Han Jun.

He asked three questions, all of which were difficult to answer, so he wanted to ask Han Jun, because Han Jun is not only one of the few masters in the martial arts, but also has a mind as sophisticated as a strange Like some kind of magical machine created by genius.

He will never forget everything that passes through his eyes, ears, and heart.

"Isn't the Sad Qijue already extinct? Are there still people in the Jianghu who know this kind of kung fu? Who can?"

"One person will." Han Jun replied.

"Who?"

"Li Huai."

"He will?" Fang Tianhao asked, "How could he?"

"Because I know that he was the only friend Liu Lang Qiduan and Hu Niang Qijue had before their lives."

"But isn't he already dead?" Fang Tianhao asked, "Didn't you say that the Moon God's Knife is just like Xiao Li Tanhua's flying knives in the past, and it's true."

Han Jun turned his head and looked at the cold last quarter moon outside the window with a pair of indifferent and cold eyes.

The moonlight is as cold as a knife.

"Yes."

Han Jun's voice seemed to have suddenly come to a distant place, far away beside the moon.

"Moonlight is like a knife, and a knife is like moonlight." He said, "Being under the moon god's knife is like a person under the moonlight. No one can escape the moonlight, and no one can escape the moon god's knife."

"No one, really no one?"

"Never."

"So what about Li Huai?"

"Li Necrosis." Han Jun said, "He is necrotic, he is so bad that he must die."

"If Li Huai is the only person in this world who can make the Seven Swords of Sadness, and if Li Huai is already dead, then who killed the Seven Swords of One Heart?"

Han Jun did not answer this question, because no one can answer this question.

But he felt a thread, the end of a thread.

Suddenly his eyes lit up again.

"That's right, it was five years ago." Han Jun said, "It was still snowing on the sixth day of February five years ago."

"How was that day?" Fang Tianhao asked.

"That day I was on duty at the Ministry of Criminal Justice. I slept in the file room of the Ministry of Criminal Justice at night. I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I got up and looked through the files. One volume particularly aroused my interest."

"Oh?"

"The file in the Xuanzi cabinet is about a man named Ye Shengkang."

"What about that person?"

"He was stabbed three times in the heart, and the sword passed through the heart. He was absolutely certain to die."

"Is he not dead?"

"He didn't die." Han Jun said, "He is still living in Beijing."

"The sharp sword pierces the heart, death is hopeless, why is he still alive?" Fang Tianhao asked.

"Because the place where the sharp sword pierced did not have his heart." Han Jun said, "In other words, his heart did not grow where there should be a heart."

"I don't understand." The expression on Fang Tianhao's face was as if he saw a flower growing out of someone's nose. "I really don't understand what you're saying?"

"Okay, then I'll tell you in the simplest way." Han Jun said, "That man named Ye Shengkang is a right-hearted person."

"Right-hearted person?" Fang Tianhao asked, "What does right-hearted person mean?"

"Right-hearted person means that this kind of person's heart is not on the left side, but on the right side. Every organ in his body tissue is the opposite of that of ordinary people."

Fang Tianhao was stunned.

After a long time before he could speak, he asked Han Jun word by word.

"Do you think that Li Huai is also a right-hearted person like Ye Shengkang?"

"Yes." Han Jun also said word by word, "Because there is no other explanation."

"Because Li Huai was a right-hearted person, he didn't die by the Moon God's knife, because although the Moon God's knife pierced his heart, his heart didn't grow there."

Fang Tianhao stared at Han Jun and asked.

"Well, is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)