Anthology of Gulong: Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword

Chapter 1 Sparks
He was wearing a set of green cloth clothes, which were new at first, but now they were covered with mud and sweat, and the elbows and knees were also worn out.

He was also dirty and his hair was messier.

But when he stood there far away, Long Xiaoyun could feel a murderous aura.

He looked like the sword stuck in his belt.

A sword without a scabbard.

It's Ah Fei.

Ah Fei finally came.

Perhaps only A Fei in the world can trace this place.

The most cunning, evasive, and hiding animal is the fox.

Even the shrewdest and most rigorously trained hounds may not be able to catch a fox.

But when A Fei was 11 years old, he once caught an old fox with his bare hands.

The track was obviously tough, which is why he was so dirty.

But this is the real hooligan.

Only in this way can he show his fierce, cold and aggressive wildness.

A quiet wildness, a strange wildness.

Long Xiaoyun recovered his composure very quickly, and said with a smile, "So it's Brother Ah Fei, it's been a long time."

A Fei looked at him coldly.

Long Xiaoyun said: "Brother can really track it down here, I admire it."

Ah Fei still looked at him coldly, his eyes were bright and sharp, after two days of tracking, he seemed to have regained some of the sword-like light of the past.

It was a very strong contrast with Jing Wuming's dead gray eyes.

Long Xiaoyun smiled, and said: "Although brother's tracking methods are excellent, it's a pity that Mr. Jing found out."

A Fei's eyes looked at Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming was also looking at him.

When the eyes of the two met, it was like a sword piercing the cold and gray thousand-year-old rock.

No one can guess whether the blade is sharp or the rock is hard.

Although the two of them didn't speak, a string of sparks seemed to sparkle in their eyes!
Long Xiaoyun glanced at Jing Wuming, then at A Fei and said, "Although Mr. Jing has discovered you, he has never said anything about it. Do you know why?"

A Fei's eyes seemed to have been attracted by Jing Wuming, and he never moved away for a moment.

Long Xiaoyun smiled again, and said slowly and leisurely, "Because Mr. Jing wanted you to come."

He turned to Jing Wuming, then said with a smile: "Mr. Jing, is your guess right?"

Jing Wuming's eyes seemed to be attracted by A Fei, and he never moved.

After a long time, Long Xiaoyun laughed again and said, "Mr. Jing wants you to come for only one reason, because he wants to kill you!"

Long Xiaoyun immediately continued: "The people Mr. Jing wants to kill, so far no one has survived!"

A Fei's eyes then shifted to Jing Wuming's sword.

Jing Wuming's gaze moved to the sword stuck in A Fei's belt almost at the same instant.

These may be the most identical two swords in the world!

These two swords are neither magical weapons nor forged by famous craftsmen.

Although these two swords are sharp, they are too thin and brittle!Both are easily broken!
Although the swords are the same, the methods of inserting them are different.

A Fei's sword is stuck in the middle of his waist, and the hilt is facing right.

Jing Wuming's sword was stuck on the right side of his belt, with the hilt facing left.

There seems to be a strange attraction between these two swords that others cannot understand.

As soon as their eyes touched each other's sword, they walked towards each other step by step.But his eyes still never left the opponent's sword!
When the distance between the two was only five feet, they suddenly stopped together!

Then, the two were nailed to the ground like nails.

Jing Wuming was wearing a very short yellow shirt, the corners of which could only cover his knees, the cuffs were tightly tied, his fingers were thin and long, but his knuckles were protruding, making him look very strong.

Ah Fei's shirt was even shorter, the cuffs were almost completely torn off, and the back of his hand was thin and long, but rough, like gravel.

Both were unkempt, but their fingernails were short.

Neither of them wanted anything to stop them from drawing their swords.

These may be the most similar two people in the world!

Now the two have finally met.

Only when the two stand together and you observe carefully, can you find that although the two look similar, they have completely different temperaments basically.

Jing Wuming's face was like wearing a mask, and his expression never changed.

Although Ah Fei's face is also calm and cold, his eyes may burn like flames at any time, even if he burns his life and soul.

But Jing Wuming's whole person was already a pile of dead ashes.

Perhaps his life has not yet begun, has been burned to ashes.

A Fei can endure and wait, but he can never endure anyone's grievances.

Jing Wuming can kill for a word, even for a certain look, but when necessary, he can endure any grievance.

Both were peculiar and terrifying.

No one can guess why God created such two people, and why did they meet.

Autumn is gone.

The leaves withered.

The wind was not strong, but the yellow leaves rustled and fell. Could it be that they were destroyed by their murderous aura?
The world is indeed filled with an indescribable sense of desolation and desolation.

Although their swords were still stuck in their belts, and even though they didn't even move their fingers, Long Xiaoyun and his son were already so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, a cold light flickered.

More than ten cold lights hit A Fei with a sharp wind sound.

Long Xiaoyun actually shot first.

Naturally, he doesn't expect these hidden weapons to knock down A Fei, but as long as A Fei is slightly distracted by this, Jing Wuming's sword can stab his throat.

The sword light erupted.

After a series of "ding ding" sounds, the sky was full of cold light falling down like a rain of stars.

Jing Wuming's sword has been released, and the edge of the sword is right next to A Fei's ear.

A Fei's hand was already holding the hilt of the sword, but the tip of the sword hadn't completely left the belt.

The hidden weapon was shot down by Jing Wuming.

The expressions of Long Xiaoyun and his son changed.

Jing Wuming and A Fei stared at each other, but there was still no expression on their faces.

Then, Jing Wuming slowly inserted the sword back into his belt.

A Fei's hand also dropped.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Wuming suddenly said: "You have seen that my sword is a hidden weapon, not stabbing you?"

Ah Fei said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming said: "You are still very calm."

The hidden weapon hit Jing Wuming and stabbed out, A Fei did not dodge in a panic other than stretching out his hand and drawing his sword.

Jing Wuming didn't wait for A Fei to answer, and then said: "But your reaction is already slow..."

Ah Fei was silent for a long time, with a look of pain and desolation in his eyes, and finally said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming said: "I can kill you!"

Ah Fei said without even thinking about it: "Yes!"

Hearing this, Long Xiaoyun and his son exchanged glances, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Jing Wuming suddenly said again: "But I won't kill you!"

The expressions of Long Xiaoyun and his son changed again.

A Fei stared at Jing Wuming's gray eyes, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Jing Wuming said: "I won't kill you, just because you are Ah Fei."

An indescribably painful look suddenly appeared in his dead gray eyes, which was even more painful than A Fei's current look.

He stared into the distance, as if there was a person standing in the distance.

A mixture of a fairy and a devil.

After a long time, he continued slowly: "If I were you, you would kill me today."

Maybe even A Fei couldn't understand this sentence, only Jing Wuming understood it in his heart.

No matter who, after two years of A Fei's life, his reaction will become dull. What's more, he is anesthetized every night.

Any kind of narcotic and hypnotic drugs can make people unresponsive.

Jing Wuming didn't kill A Fei, and he would never be moved with sympathy and compassion, just because he understood A Fei's pain, because he himself had the same pain as A Fei.

He wanted A Fei to live, maybe he just wanted A Fei to suffer with him.

——People who are broken in love know that others have been abandoned, and the pain will be relieved. People who lose money will feel more comfortable when they see that someone else has lost more than him.

Afei Muli seemed to be still chewing on the two sentences he just said.

Jing Wuming said: "You can go."

A Fei suddenly raised his head and said decisively: "I won't go."

Jing Wuming said: "Aren't you leaving? Want me to kill you?"

Ah Fei said: "Yes!"

Jing Wuming was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "You are here for Li Xunhuan?"

Ah Fei said: "Yes, as long as I live, I can't let him die in your hands."

Long Xiaoyun suddenly said loudly: "Where is Lin Xian'er? Do you have the heart to let her suffer for you?"

Ah Fei felt as if someone had stabbed him suddenly, and his chest seemed to convulse suddenly.

Jing Wuming never looked at him again, turned around and walked towards Long Xiaoyun, saying word by word: "I like to kill people, I like to kill myself, do you understand?"

Long Xiaoyun forced a smile and said, "I understand."

Jing Wuming said: "You better understand, otherwise I will kill you."

He also stopped looking at Long Xiaoyun, turned around again, and said, "Where is Li Xun Huan? Take me there!"

Long Xiaoyun sneaked a glance at Ah Fei, and said, "But he..."

Jing Wuming said coldly: "I can kill him anytime!"

Ah Fei felt his stomach convulsing and contracting, and suddenly bent down and vomited.

What he vomited was bitter water, only bitter water.

Because for the past two days, he hadn't eaten anything at all.

"You must promise me, you must come back, I will always be waiting for you..."

These are the words of his most beloved person.

For this sentence, he can't die no matter what.

But Li Xunhuan... Li Xunhuan is not only his best friend, but also the greatest personality he has ever seen in his life. Can he stand here and watch others kill Li Xunhuan?

He continued to vomit.

Now, he vomited blood.

Li Xun Huan didn't know where he was, nor did he want to know where he was.

He couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

He couldn't even move because the acupuncture points in all his joints were blocked.

There was no food and no water.

He has been imprisoned here for more than ten days.

Even if his acupoints were not closed, hunger had already eroded his strength.

Jing Wuming looked at him coldly.

He fell limply in the corner, like a sack that has been emptied.

It was dark in the basement.I couldn't see his complexion and expression clearly, but I could only vaguely make out his ragged and dirty clothes, his haggard and tired expression, and those eyes full of sadness and despair.

Jing Wuming suddenly said: "This is Li Xunhuan?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "Yes!"

Jing Wuming seemed a little disappointed, and asked again in disbelief, "Is this Xiao Li Tanhua?"

Long Xiaoyun smiled, and hurriedly said: "Even a lion and a tiger, after being starved for more than ten days, will become like this."

Long Xiaoyun sighed, and said: "I didn't want to treat him like this, but... people don't hurt a tiger's heart, but tigers hurt people's feelings. After the lesson from last time, I don't want to have any more accidents."

Jing Wuming was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Where's his knife?"

Long Xiaoyun thought about it, and pondered: "Does Mr. Jing want to see his knife?"

Jing Wuming didn't answer, because this sentence was simply asking too much.

Long Xiaoyun finally took out a knife from his arms.

The knife is very light, short, and thin, almost like a willow leaf.

Jing Wuming stroked the blade lightly, as if he couldn't bear to let go.

Long Xiaoyun smiled and said: "Actually, this is just a very ordinary knife, not a sharp weapon."

Jing Wuming said: "Sharp weapons?...A person like you is worthy of talking about sharp weapons?"

His eyes suddenly turned to Long Xiaoyun, and he said coldly: "Do you know what a sharp weapon is?"

Although his eyes were dull and dull, they carried an indescribably strange and strange power, just like the eyes of demons you saw in your dreams, which made you feel equally terrifying after waking up.

Long Xiaoyun felt that it was difficult to even breathe, so he forced a smile and said, "Please advise."

Jing Wuming's eyes returned to the edge of the blade, and he said slowly: "Anything that can kill is a sharp weapon, otherwise, even Mo Xie, a general, would not be considered a sharp weapon in the hands of someone like you."

Long Xiaoyun smiled apologetically: "Yes, yes, Mr. Jing's insights are indeed incisive, it makes people..."

Jing Wuming didn't listen to what he said at all, and suddenly said: "Do you know how many people have died by this kind of knife so far?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "This... I'm afraid it's too many to count."

Jing Wuming said: "The number is clear."

Although the rise of the Money Gang was only two years old, before it was established, it had been planned for an unknown amount of time. The two words that Shangguan Jinhong remembered most were: "Anything that is forewarned can be established, and if it is not forewarned, it will be destroyed." Sow, reap.”

The reason why the Money Gang was able to shake the world in just two years is not luck.

Long Xiaoyun has also heard that before the establishment of the Money Gang, they had already investigated the details of the origins of every little famous person in the Jianghu.

How much manpower and material resources will this cost?

Long Xiaoyun couldn't believe it all the time, and couldn't help asking at this moment: "Can you really count them? How many people are there?"

Jing Wuming said: "76."

He continued coldly: "Among the 76 people, none of them has worse martial arts than you."

Long Xiaoyun could only smile apologetically, and slowly turned his gaze to Li Xunhuan, as if he wanted him to prove whether the number Jing Wuming said was correct.

But Li Xun Huan didn't even have the strength to shake his head.

Long Xiaoyun blinked, suddenly smiled and said, "If Li Xun Huan himself dies under this kind of knife, it will be really satisfying."

Before he finished speaking, the blade flashed and flew towards Li Xun Huan.

Long Xiaoyun was almost screaming with joy.

But the knife light didn't hit Li Xun Huan's throat directly, it suddenly bent halfway, and landed on the stone ground beside Li Xun Huan with a "dang".

It turned out that Jing Wuming's technique of using hidden weapons was also good.

Jing Wuming suddenly said: "Unlock his acupuncture points."

Long Xiaoyun was stunned, and said: "But..."

Jing Wuming didn't give him a chance to speak, and said sharply: "I said to untie his acupuncture points."

Long Xiaoyun and his son looked at each other and immediately understood what he meant.

Long Xiaoyun said: "The Shangguan Gang mainly focuses on Li Xunhuan, and doesn't care whether he is dead or alive?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "Old man Shangguan doesn't drink at all, so he naturally hates alcoholics. A real alcoholic can only stop drinking after death, so it will be more pleasing to the eye."

Long Xiaoyun's eyes flickered, and said: "Besides, it's much more convenient to bring a dead person back than to bring a living person back, and there will never be any accidents."

Long Xiaoyun said: "But Mr. Jing will naturally not attack a person who has no resistance, so..."

Jing Wuming said sharply: "You talk too much."

Long Xiaoyun smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I will go and unlock his acupuncture points."

He was the one who made the acupuncture point, so it's easy to untie it.

Long Xiaoyun patted Li Xun Huan on the shoulder, and said softly: "Brother, it seems that Mr. Jing wants to compete with you. Mr. Jing's swordsmanship is the best in the world. Brother, you must not be careless."

At such a time, he could still pronounce the word "brother" out of his mouth, and he said it affectionately, as if he really cared.

Can you not admire this kind of person?

Li Xunhuan didn't say anything.

He had nothing to say, but smiled awkwardly, and slowly picked up the knife beside him.

He stared at the knife in his hand, as if tears were about to fall in his eyes.

This is indeed Xiao Li Feidao, who is famous all over the world and has a well-deserved example.

Now the knife is back in his hand.

But does he still have the strength to unleash the knife?
Beauties are twilight, heroes are dying, they are the most helpless sorrows in the world.

This kind of sorrow is the most sympathetic and most regrettable.

But here, no one sympathized with him, let alone regretted it.

A sly smile flickered in Long Xiaoyun's eyes, and he said leisurely: "Xiao Li Feidao, it's not in vain. I don't know if it will work this time?"

Li Xun Huan looked up at him for a while, then slowly lowered his head.

Jing Wuming said slowly: "If I want to kill someone, I must first give him a chance. This is your last chance, do you understand?"

Li Xun Huan smiled sadly.

Jing Wuming said: "Okay, you stand up!"

Li Xun Huan gasped and coughed again.

Long Xiaoyun said softly: "If Uncle Li can't stand up anymore, my nephew can help you."

He blinked, then laughed again immediately: "But I don't think it's necessary at all. It is said that Uncle Li's throwing knife can be fired not only while sitting, but also when lying down."

Li Xunhuan sighed, as if he wanted to speak.

But before he finished speaking, a person rushed in.

hooligan!

Ah Fei's face was completely bloodless, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

In this moment, he seems to have aged a lot.

He rushed in like flying, but his figure stopped in an instant, and as soon as he stopped, he was as quiet as a rock.

Jing Wuming said: "Are you still determined?"

Li Xun Huan raised his head, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Ah Fei glanced at him, only took one look, then turned his head to face Jing Wuming, and said word by word: "If you want to kill him, you have to kill me first!"

He spoke very calmly and calmly, not agitated.

This shows his determination even more.

Jing Wuming's dead gray eyes had another strange change, and said, "You don't care about her anymore?"

Ah Fei said: "I'm dead, but she can still live."

When he said this, although he was still calm, a look of pain could not help showing in his eyes, and he seemed to have difficulty breathing.

This did not hide the truth from Jing Wuming.

He seemed to get some kind of strange comfort and relief immediately in his heart, and said lightly: "Aren't you afraid that she will be sad?"

Ah Fei said: "It's better to die than to live uneasy. If I don't die, she will be even more sad."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you think she is this kind of person?"

Ah Fei said: "Of course!"

In A Fei's mind, Lin Xian'er is not only a fairy, but also a saint.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Jing Wuming's mouth.

No one has ever seen him smile, and even he himself has almost forgotten when he smiled last time.

He smiled very strangely, because the muscles on his face were not used to laughing and had become stiff.

He never wanted to laugh because laughing softened people.

But this kind of laughter is different—this kind of laughter is like a sword, except that the sword hurts people's lives, but this kind of laughter hurts people's hearts.

Ah Fei didn't understand why he was laughing at all, and said coldly: "You don't have to laugh, although you have an [-]% chance to kill me, but you also have a [-]% chance to die by my sword."

Jing Wuming's smile disappeared, and he said: "I said that if I don't kill you, I will definitely keep your life."

Ah Fei said, "No need."

Jing Wuming said: "I want you to live, watch..."

Before the sentence was finished, the sword light flew up.

The sword light strikes like lightning.

But there is another light that is faster than the sword, what is that?
Suddenly, all light disappeared.

All movements also stopped.

(End of this chapter)