Anthology of Gulong: Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword

Chapter 21
Slow voice, neither pitch nor emotion, Xiang Song is familiar with this kind of voice, only Jing Wuming speaks with this kind of voice.

Jing is dead!
Xiang Song looked back in shock and saw Jing Wuming.

His clothes were shabby and he looked haggard, but his eyes—dead gray eyes—were as cold as ice, enough to make any blood freeze.

Xiang Song avoided his eyes and saw his hand.

His left hand was still hanging by a cloth, and the color of his hand had turned to dead gray, as if it had just come out of a coffin.

This is a murderous hand, but now it can only be disgusting.

Xiang Song smiled, and said with a faint smile: "Although I don't know how to kill, I can still kill. Although Mr. Jing knows how to kill, it's a pity that killing is not done with the mouth, but with the hands!"

Jing Wuming's pupils shrank again, staring at him, and said word by word: "Can't you see my hand?"

Xiang Song said: "There are many kinds of hands. What I saw was not a murderous hand."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you think my right hand can't kill?"

Xiang Song smiled and said, "There are many kinds of people. Some are easy to kill, while others are not easy."

Jing Wuming asked, "Which type are you?"

Xiang Song suddenly lowered his face, and said coldly, "The one you can't kill."

His eyes were full of hatred, as if he was attacking Jing Wuming, he wanted to find a reason to kill Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming suddenly laughed.

He is also the same as Shangguan Jinhong, when he laughs, he is far more cruel and terrifying than when he is not smiling.

Xiang Song took a step back involuntarily.

Jing Wuming said: "So you hate me?"

Xiang Song gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "I'm afraid there are very few people who don't hate you."

Jing Wuming said: "You want to kill me?"

Xiang Song said, "I'm not the only one who wants to kill you."

Jing Wuming said: "But why did you wait until now?"

Xiang Song said: "If you want to kill someone, you have to wait for the opportunity. You should understand this truth better than anyone else."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you think the opportunity has come now?"

Xiang Song said, "Not bad."

Jing Wuming sighed again suddenly, and said, "It's a pity I have a secret that you don't know yet."

Xiang Song couldn't help asking, "What secret?"

Jing Wuming stared at his throat with dead gray eyes, and said slowly: "My right hand can also kill, and it's faster than my left hand!"

As the word "quick" exited, the sword had pierced Xiang Song's throat!
No one saw where the sword was pulled out, let alone how the sword pierced Xiang Song's throat.

Everyone only saw a flash of cold light, blood gushed out, and only heard the sound of "hell", Xiang Song's breathing stopped, and even the eyeballs almost protruded completely.

The eyeballs of "Ghost Head Sword" and "Sangmen Sword" also seemed to protrude.

The two of them stepped back step by step, and retreated to the door.

Jing Wuming didn't turn his head back at all, and said coldly: "Since you have heard my secret, you still want to leave?"

The cold light flashed again.

The blood spatter looked like a string of agate beads under the light, so bright red, so lovely.

Good medicine is bitter, but poison is often sweet.

Things in the world are so strange—the most terrible and ugliest things, in a moment, are often more beautiful and lovely than everything else.

That's why the sword light that kills people is always extraordinarily bright, and the freshly shed blood is always extraordinarily bright.

So some people say: "Beauty is just a momentary feeling, only truth is eternal."

"True" will never have beauty.

The sharp sword for murder is also the same as the kitchen knife. It is also made of iron. The question is whether you can see it far enough and thoroughly enough.

However, there are also people who say: "As long as I can grasp the beauty of that moment, that's enough, and I don't need to care about the eternal things for eternity."

Just a split second ago, Xiang Song was still a well-known "Wind and Rain Double Meteor" in the martial arts world, and the helmsman of the eighth branch of the "Money Gang".

But now, he was nothing but a dead man, no different from any other dead man.

Jing Wuming looked at his corpse with his head down, the expression on his face suddenly became very strange, as if seeing a dead person for the first time.

Is it because he can't experience the feeling of "death" until now?

Is it because one can experience death only when one is feeling down?

Lin Xian'er finally let out a long breath.

She had held this breath for a long time, and finally spit it out now.

She glanced at Jing Wuming, with a smile that was not a smile, as if complaining like admiration, she said softly: "I never thought you would come to save me."

Jing Wuming didn't raise his head, and said coldly: "You think I'm here to save you?"

Lin Xian'er nodded slowly and said, "Maybe I know what you mean."

Jing Wuming suddenly raised his head, stared at her, and said, "What do you know?"

Lin Xianer said: "You came to save me only because Shangguan Jinhong wanted to kill me."

Jing Wuming stared at her.

Lin Xian'er said: "You hate him, so as long as it is something he wants to do, you must destroy it."

Jing Wuming still stared at her.

Lin Xian'er sighed, and said: "Until now, I finally know about you, and that Shangguan Fei was also killed by you."

Jing Wuming's eyes suddenly moved away, moved to the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "You know too much."

Lin Xian'er suddenly laughed again, and said: "I also know that you will never kill me, because if you kill me, wouldn't it be as Shangguan Jin Hong wished?"

She smiled sweetly, and then said: "Not only will you not kill me, but you will also take me away, will you?"

Jing Wuming said: "Take you away?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Because you can't let me die at the hands of Shangguan Jinhong, and you don't want me to reveal your secret, so you have to take me away."

Her voice was more gentle, and she said: "I am also willing to follow you, no matter where you want to go, I will follow."

Jing Wuming was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and glanced at A Fei.

He seemed to have never discovered that there was such a person as A Fei until now.

Ah Fei seems to have forgotten his own existence.

Lin Xian'er also glanced at A Fei, walked over suddenly, and spat heavily on his face with a mouthful of saliva.

She didn't say anything more.

She didn't have to say any more.

Lin Xian'er finally followed Jing Wuming away.

A Fei didn't move.

My mouth is dry.

A Fei didn't move.

The window paper turned white, and it was dawn.

Abby still didn't move.

He was lying down, in a pool of blood, next to the body.

The distance between him and death was only a thin line... On ××day, at ×hour, I went ten miles out of the west city, under the forest outside the long pavilion.

Shangguan Jinhong
Winter has come at last, and even the last dead leaves on the trees have been blown off by the west wind.

The color of this letter is the same as that of a dead leaf. It is yellow, but it is a yellow that smells like death—a lifeless yellow, a terrible yellow.

There are only a dozen words written on this letter, simple and clear, just like Shangguan Jin Hong's method of killing people, there is absolutely no nonsense.

The letter was from the clerk, whose hand was shaking as he held the letter.

Now, holding the letter, Sun Xiaohong seemed to feel a burst of murderous aura piercing her spine, and when it reached her hands, her hands were also cold.

"The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow."

Sun Xiaohong sighed, and murmured: "I have read the almanac, the day after tomorrow is not a good day, everything is not suitable."

Li Xun Huan laughed and said, "Why choose a good day to kill someone?"

Sun Xiaohong stared at him for a long time, then suddenly said loudly: "Can you kill him?"

Li Xun Huan closed his mouth, and his smile gradually disappeared.

Sun Xiaohong stood up suddenly, strode out, Li Xunhuan still couldn't figure out what she was doing, she had already walked in holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Grind the ink and lay out the paper.

Sun Xiaohong never looked at Li Xunhuan again, and suddenly said: "You tell me, I'll write."

Li Xun Huan was a little startled, "What did you say?"

Sun Xiaohong said: "What unfulfilled wish do you have? What unfinished business?"

Her voice seemed calm, but the hand holding the pen was trembling a little.

Li Xun Huan laughed again, "You want me to tell you now? I'm not dead yet."

Sun Xiaohong said: "When you die, you won't be able to tell."

She kept her head down, looking at the pen in her hand, but she still couldn't avoid Li Xun Huan's gaze.

Her eyes were a little wet, she bit her lip and said, "You can say anything, for example——A Fei, what else do you want to say to him? Is there anything else you want to do for him?"

Sudden pain appeared in Li Xun Huan's eyes, he took a long breath and said, "No."

Sun Xiaohong said: "No? Nothing?"

Li Xun Huan said sadly: "I can ask him not to kill others, but I can't ask him not to love others."

Sun Xiaohong said: "What if others want to kill him?"

Li Xun Huan smiled sourly, "Who else wants to kill him now?"

Sun Xiaohong said: "Shangguan Jinhong..."

Li Xun Huan said: "Since Shangguan Jin Hong is willing to let him go, he will never kill him again, otherwise he would have died by now."

Sun Xiaohong said: "But, what about the future?"

Li Xun Huan stared out of the window and said slowly: "No matter how long the dream is, there will always be a time to wake up. When he wakes up, he will understand everything by himself. It is useless for me to say it now."

Sun Xiaohong bit her lip hard, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Then, what about her?"

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength to say this sentence.

Li Xunhuan naturally knew who the "she" she was talking about was.

The pain in his eyes deepened, he walked over suddenly, and pushed open the window forcefully.

Sun Xiaohong lowered her head and said, "You... If you have anything to say, what's the matter..."

Li Xun Huan suddenly interrupted her and said, "No, nothing."

Sun Xiaohong said: "But you..."

Li Xun Huan said: "If she is alive, someone will take care of her. When she dies, someone will bury her. I don't need to care about anything. My death will only benefit her."

His voice seemed to be very calm, but he never looked back.

Why didn't he dare to look back?
Sun Xiaohong looked at his thin back, a drop of tear fell on the paper.

She quietly wiped away her tears and said, "But you always have something to say, why don't you tell me?"

Li Xun Huan said, "Why do you have to tell me?"

Sun Xiaohong said: "You said it, and I will write it down. If you die, I will do everything for you, and then..."

Li Xun Huan suddenly turned around, stared at her, and said, "Then what?"

Sun Xiaohong said: "Then I will die!"

She straightened her chest and looked straight at Li Xun Huan, neither evading nor hiding.

Li Xun Huan said: "You...why do you want to die?"

Sun Xiaohong said: "I have to die, because if you die, it will be more difficult for me to live than to die."

She kept looking directly at Li Xun Huan without blinking.

Her expression suddenly became very calm and calm, no one could see that she had made up her mind, and no one could change this kind of determination.

Li Xun Huan's heart began to throb again, and he couldn't help but bent down and coughed violently.

After he finished coughing, Sun Xiaohong sighed, and said softly: "If you want me to live, you can't die... Shangguan Jinhong doesn't necessarily want to fight you, he has always been somewhat afraid of you."

She rushed over suddenly, grabbed Li Xunhuan's hand, and said, "We can go far away, we don't care about anything, I... I can take you home, no one knows about that place, Shangguan Jinhong is still there I want to come to you, but I can't find you."

Li Xun Huan didn't speak, not a single word.

He just watched her silently.

There was a wind blowing, and a puff of smoke drifted over, blurring his eyes.

Mr. Sun's old voice sounded, and he sighed, "No matter what you say, he won't leave."

Sun Xiaohong bit her lip, stomped her feet, and said, "How do you know he won't leave?"

Mr. Sun said: "If he is the kind of person who is willing to leave, you will not treat him like this."

Sun Xiaohong was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned around, covering her face and weeping softly.

Li Xun Huan sighed, "Senior, you..."

Mr. Sun interrupted him and said, "I know what you mean, but... I can only ask her not to kill people, but I can't ask her not to love, can I?"

Love, this is something no one can force.

Li Xunhuan started to cough again, and the cough became more severe.

"Ten miles out of the west city, under the forest outside the long pavilion."

The pavilion is an octagonal pavilion, just outside the woods at the foot of the mountain.

The forest has withered, and the red paint on the railings of the octagonal pavilion has also peeled off.

The west wind is chilling, and the earth is desolate.

Li Xunhuan lingered in the forest, stepping on almost every inch of the ground.

"The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow."

The sun is setting, and another day will pass.

The day after tomorrow, right here, at this sunset, all the grievances between Li Xunhuan and Shangguan Jinhong will be settled.

That may be the most thrilling battle in the history of martial arts.

Li Xun Huan heaved a long sigh and raised his head - the sunset was all over the sky, as beautiful as ever.

However, in the eyes of a dying person, will this eternal sunset still be beautiful?

Mr. Sun and Sun Xiaohong have been sitting quietly in the pavilion and did not bother him.

Sun Xiaohong suddenly asked: "It's not time for a duel yet, why did he come here first?"

Mr. Sun said: "A duel between masters not only depends on the strength of martial arts, but also depends on the time, location, and harmony of people. Shangguan Jinhong chose this battlefield, of course he has his intentions."

Sun Xiaohong said: "What is the intention?"

Mr. Sun said: "He must be very familiar with the terrain here, and maybe he will come here first to set up an ambush."

Sun Xiaohong said: "That's why Li Xunhuan must come here to have a look first, familiarize himself with the terrain first, and then see where Shangguan Jinhong will set up an ambush."

Mr. Sun said: "That's right, famous generals from ancient times will definitely go to the battlefield to inspect the battlefield before a big battle. No matter what kind of war, if one side occupies the ground first, it will have the upper hand."

Sun Xiaohong said: "But why does he keep wandering around here?"

Mr. Sun smiled and said, "Of course he has a purpose for wandering around like this."

Sun Xiaohong said: "Oh?"

Mr. Sun said: "He has to walk every inch of the land here to see whether the soil here is hard or soft; whether it is dry or wet."

Sun Xiaohong said: "What's the use of that?"

Mr. Sun said: "Because the difference in soil quality can affect lightness kung fu, you can also use seven points of strength. If you can only jump two feet on soft and wet ground, you can jump two feet and five feet on hard and dry ground." Inch."

Sun Xiaohong said: "The difference is not much."

Mr. Sun sighed, and said: "When experts fight, they can't even get an inch!"

Li Xun Huan came over suddenly, stood outside the pavilion, facing the withered forest under the setting sun, dazed, wondering what he was thinking.

Sun Xiaohong couldn't help asking quietly: "What is he standing here in a daze for?"

(End of this chapter)